MARTIN, SOPHIE AND CHRIS
Sophie closed her eyes as the water fell over her head. She
loved her new shower, in fact she loved her new house and her new husband too,
even though her mother thought he was too old for her at 30. He was waiting for
her now, in their newly decorated bedroom, with his lovely thick cock probably
already hard. Sophie’s hand rubbed the shower gel into her breasts and she
tweaked her nipples as she thought of him.
“That’ll do,” she thought. “I can’t wait any more.”
She turned off the shower and squeezed her long, dark hair
semi-dry, flicking the worst of the water from her body with her fingers. The
bathroom was full of steam and she pulled back the shower curtain, carefully
stepping out of the bath and onto the mat. She had just picked up a crisp,
white towel which made her olive skin look even darker than it really was, when
the bathroom door was thrown open.
“Hey!” She squealed. “I’m not ready yet.”
Martin stood in the doorway, 6’2” and naked save for his
black designer pants. He moved forward, smiled and grabbed her wrist, pulling
her out of the bathroom.
“Martin! I’m still soaking…”
“So what?” He said, laughing.
It was hopeless to resist, he was much too strong and so
Sophie followed him into the bedroom, still dripping water everywhere. Inside
the bedroom, Martin pushed his wife onto the bed and held her arms firm to the
mattress at the sides of her head. He moved over her and started to kiss her
neck.
“Martin… the sheets are going to be soaked.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered and started kissing her
shoulders.
Soon Sophie didn’t care either as Martin started to lick the
water from her skin. Her pores were wide open and her skin felt more sensitive
than usual. He let go of her arms and began licking lower down her body, his strong
hands pulled her legs apart and held them spread open, exposing her pussy. The
cool air felt wonderful as the drops of water on her lips began to evaporate,
but Martin was eager to get to work.
He lay between her legs and lifted her knees over his shoulders,
his tongue pushing eagerly into her wet hole as his fingers spread her lips.
“Mmmmmm,” moaned Sophie, arching her back and pushing her
pussy forward.
Martin’s tongue probed deeper still, he pushed it in as far
as it would go and then pulled it out and flicked the tip against her clit. She
was wet now, not from the shower, but dripping wet with juice.
“Please Martin, stick your cock in me.”
Martin ignored his wife and continued lapping at her hot,
musky slit. His cock was straining to get out of his pants and he pulled them
down with one hand. He wriggled his legs until his boxers slid off onto the
floor and then pushed her legs forward so her knees were pushed up against her
tits, exposing her ass. His tongue moved to its new target and Sophie gasped as
she felt the tip lap at her tight asshole.
“No… please don’t!”
Martin had been trying to get his cock up Sophie’s ass for
months, she had promised to let him do it when they got married but so far she
had not kept her word. Secretly though she had been practising with a selection
of dildos and was almost ready. She often fantasized about him forcing her to
do it, but she knew that he wouldn’t do that.
Martin reluctantly returned his attention to his wife’s
cunt, slipping first one, then two thick fingers inside her silky hole. He let
her legs drop back down and then moved himself over her so that they were in
the 69 position. Sophie grasped his meaty length and bent it back towards her
face and Martin was soon gently fucking her mouth.
Sophie stroked his balls as she sucked on his prick,
occasionally pulling on them, which made his cock even harder than it already
was. After a time she pulled his cock out of her mouth and began pumping it
with her hand, then lifted her head and started to suck and lick his heavy
balls.
Her pussy was stuffed full with three of Martin’s fingers
now, but she felt one slide out of her
and the tip press against her ass. Her cunt had dripped so much juice by this
time that her ass was soaking too and the finger slid slowly and gently inside.
Sophie tried to protest, but Martin ignored her. She tried
to relax and concentrate on his cock, but it was difficult. He was licking her
clit now as his fingers all moved together in a firm but shallow back-and-forth
movement. She was in two minds, half of her wanted him to stop, but half of
her…
Her dilemma was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” spat Martin.
Sophie’s head fell back on the bed and she half laughed as
the doorbell rang again, but Martin wasn’t impressed.
“It’s Chris, I completely forgot she was coming… oh Martin,
I’m so sorry!”
“Can’t we just ignore it?” He pleaded, gently probing her
holes with his fingers.
The doorbell rang again.
“I guess not,” she said. “You stay here, I’ll get rid of her
as soon as I can.”
“Fine…” he sighed, sitting up and crossing his arms in a
sulky gesture.
Sophie put her arms around him and gave him a big kiss.
“I won’t be long, and then we can do something about
‘this’,” she gave his cock a playful squeeze as the doorbell rang a third time.
Sophie grabbed her dressing gown and disappeared through the
bedroom door, leaving Martin to flop back onto the bed, his raging hard-on sticking
straight up like a ship’s mast.
“Bollocks,” he muttered to himself.
He said it again a few minutes later when he realised that
he was pretty much trapped in the bedroom. His dressing gown was downstairs and
his clothes were in the spare room and with the ‘wonderful galleried landing’
that they had he could hardly go and get them without giving Chris an eyeful.
He looked around the bedroom for something to do and noticed a book on Sophie’s
bedside table. He reached over and picked it up, on the cover was an arty shot
of a woman looking out of a window.
‘Usual crap’ he told himself as he flicked through the well
worn pages. He noticed there was one page marked with a folded over corner and
started to read from there.
- - -
Sophie glanced in the mirror to see what sort of state she
was in. Her hair was all over the place, having dried against the mattress and
she had no make up on at all. The doorbell rang for a fourth time.
“Urgh,” grumbled Sophie and opened the door.
On the doorstep stood Chris, it had been raining pretty hard
and the poor girl was soaked.
“Come in… Christ, you’re soaked!”
Chris was a good few years younger than Sophie, 18 to her 24 in fact. But they had grown up next door to each other and were like sisters.
Apart from that, the two had little in common, where Sophie was dark, Chris was
pale with mousy hair. Where Sophie was curvy and somewhat adventurous, Chris
was boyish and naïve.
“Sorry, I was… in the shower. Come over here, you sit by the
fire.”
Sophie turned up the gas fire and then took Chris’s coat and
hung it over a dining chair, where it dripped relentlessly onto the neutral
carpet.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Oh yes please,” sniffled the girl, shivering slightly.
Sophie scooted off to the kitchen to put the kettle on, and
returned a few minutes later with two mugs of hot coffee each sporting a
generous slug of Tia Maria.
Chris was beginning to warm up a little now and took the mug
gratefully.
“Thanks.”
“Are you OK? You look a bit…”
“Yeah, I’m fine…”
Chris looked anything but fine.
“I…”
Chris burst into tears and Sophie moved next to her on the
sofa, putting her arm around the girl and giving her a warm cuddle.
“Shhh, it’s okay sweetie.”
Sophie looked up at the bedroom door where Martin was and wondered if he would still be hard by the time she got back – this definitely wasn’t looking like a quick visit.
- - -
Against his better judgement, Martin had become engrossed in
Sophie’s book. He never realised his wife read such pervy books! He turned the
book over and looked at the cover again. It looked innocent enough.. Black Swan
– Erotic Fiction for Women. He turned back and continued to read.
‘Jasmine knelt before her master, her head bowed. Moving
closer he placed his hand on her head, twisted it in her hair and pulled her
head back. As her mouth opened she felt his huge cock pushed between her lips
until her nose was pressed against his flat, toned stomach and his balls were
squashed against her chin. Then he fucked her mouth, Jasmine gasping for breath
between each thrust of his throbbing stalk until finally he pulled her head close
and emptied his balls into her throat. Jasmine swallowed quickly, terrified
that he would punish her if she spilt a drop of his precious cum. He let go of
her head and Jasmine fell backwards onto her back, her legs in disarray and her
cunt exposed. He stood over her, his cock beginning to droop but still looking
menacing…’
Martin had read worse things, but this was obviously a
favourite of Sophie’s. The pages were so worn, she must have read it hundreds
of times. He carried on reading, the settings were a bit unbelievable in many
of the scenarios, but time and time again the same theme emerged throughout the
book – women being forced to fuck, despite their obvious reluctance.
- - -
After a while Chris calmed down and began to talk.
“I don’t know what to do Soph, every time I get a boyfriend
it just seems to go wrong. Ian was great until I had sex with him… and it was
shit, I know it was but surely he should have given it another go? I must be
the worst shag ever!”
Tears rolled down her cheeks again as she continued.
“And now I’ve met this guy Ray… and I know were going to
have sex soon and I just know it’s going to be awful.”
Sophie held the girl close for a few moments before she
spoke, her pussy was still wet and she was dying to slip her fingers inside her
dressing gown and bring herself off. Sophie had long had a bit of a crush on
her young friend, but had tried to ignore it, after all she’d just got married
and the girl was like a sister to her.
“Maybe you just need to relax a bit. Maybe you’re just too
tense and nervous and that’s why it all goes wrong?”
“Maybe…”
Sophie kissed the girl on the cheek and felt an unexpected
rush. Her head pounded for a minute as she felt a fresh wave of juices between
her legs.
“Maybe you should try and get comfortable with your body…”
she said slowly, trying to give her brain time to work out each new line as she
spoke.
“…anyway, look at you, your clothes are still soaked. Look
here’s Martin’s dressing gown why don’t you get your wet clothes off and put
that on, he won’t mind.”
“No, it’s fine, honest…”
“C’mon, let me help you.”
Sophie began rolling Chris’s T-shirt up and pulling it over
her head. After a slight reluctance the girl co-operated and lifted her arms
up. Underneath her T-shirt, a small white bra covered her youthful breasts.
Sophie shivered as she wondered how far this might go…
“And your jeans.”
Chris stood up and peeled down her jeans, falling back on
the sofa and allowing Sophie to pull them off her legs.
“Right, now I’m going to put these in the drier and then I’m
going to come back with a nice bottle of Vodka and we’ll see if we can’t sort
you out.”
Chris smiled shyly as she slipped into Martin’s huge
dressing gown, it smelled of his aftershave and felt very comfortable and cosy.
Sophie was soon back with the bottle and two shot glasses.
She put them on the glass coffee table and the two girls started to drink.
- - -
Upstairs, Martin was nearly at the end of the book.
‘Jasmine lay across the bench, her wrists tied behind her
back. The lines were still visible where her Master had caned her ass and now
he stood behind her, his massive prick sticking straight out. Jasmine begged to
be released but the Master would have none of it. He moved closer and spread
the girl’s cheeks wide open with his large, rough hands, exposing her tight
pink hole. He leaned forward and spat a huge gob of saliva onto it and then
pushed the head of his cock into the crack. Jasmine made a harsh, guttural
noise as she felt him push inch by inch into her tight ass.’
“Fuck me, this I great stuff!” Muttered Martin to himself.
His cock was still semi-hard and this book had given him a whole host of new
ideas
‘Jasmine felt her asshole stretched to the extreme and
clenched her teeth as her Master began to fuck her harder. Soon his cock was
pistonning into her butt, harder and harder, until he grunted loudly and pulled
his cock out and sprayed his load across her ass and back…’
Martin put the book down and lay back against the headboard,
wondering if maybe it was his nice-guy attitude which was preventing him from
getting what he really wanted from his wife?
He finished the book and put it back on Sophie’s bedside
table, before swinging himself off the bed and peering around the edge of the
bedroom door – careful not to let himself be seen.
Downstairs, Sophie and Chris were halfway down the bottle.
They were huddled together on the sofa and Sophie’s hand had somehow managed to
find its way into Chris’s (actually Martin’s) dressing gown. She was gently
stroking the younger girl’s leg as they
spoke.
“I think you’re too tense. You get in a state about it and
then it all goes wrong.”
Chris nodded in resigned agreement.
“Look… I know, why don’t you pretend I’m Ray… and just
relax… okay?”
Chris let out a drunken giggle as she curled up on Sophie’s
shoulder.
“Okay…”
Sophie slowly moved her hand higher up her friend’s leg and
then around her side, giving her butt a gentle squeeze. Chris flinched slightly
and then was still again.
“That’s it, just relax.”
Sophie kissed the girl’s forehead and then continued moving her
hand up the girl’s back. She found her bra and began to undo it. Chris mumbled
something and moved away a little.
“It’s okay Chrissy, Ray’s gonna want to do this isn’t he?”
“I guess…” said Chris leaning in again.
“That’s it.”
Sophie undid the bra and then slowly moved her hand around
to the front of the girl’s lean body, gradually she moved upwards under the
loose cups and gently stroked Chris’s left nipple. Chris sighed and then
visibly tensed.
“We… we shouldn’t be doing this… this is…. not right,”
slurred the 18 year old.
“Shh, Chrissy… we’re only doing this to help you. It doesn’t
mean anything… and you don’t want to mess things up with Ray, do you?”
“No… I guess.”
“You can touch me too if you want,” whispered Sophie.
She took Chris’s hand and placed it inside her own dressing
gown, pushing it gently upwards until the girl’s fingers touched her own
breast. Sophie sighed as she felt the touch and kissed Chris’s head again.
“That’s not so bad, is it?”
“No…”
Sophie leaned forward a little and started to kiss Chris’s
face. First her forehead, then her nose and cheeks and then finally her lips.
Both their dressing gowns were falling open now as they
continued to kiss and stroke each other, soon Chris was returning Sophie’s
kisses and Sophie decided to move her hand lower again. She quickly found
Chris’s knickers and gently rubbed her fingers over the girl’s mound. Her leg
was in the way and she couldn’t get down very far but she stayed there for a few
moments allowing the girl to get comfortable. Her own pussy was completely
sodden, she could practically feel it dripping out of her, but she knew that
she musn’t go too far too fast.
Eventually Sophie gently pushed Chris’s leg out of the way,
exposing her damp white panties. Sophie moved slowly, gently rubbing the girl’s
pussy through the thin, wet cotton. Then she pushed the cloth to one side and
carefully stroked Chris’s lips.
Chris started to panic, but Sophie kissed her firmly on the
lips and it seemed to work as the teenager relaxed as Sophie’s fingers gently
pushed inside.
Behind the bedroom door Martin’s eyes were popping out of
his head and his cock was like a telegraph pole. He realised now that he could
probably move out onto the balcony a little and they wouldn’t notice him. He
had to try and get a better look at this. After all it was obvious what they
were doing, but he couldn’t really see anything.
He held his breath as he opened the door a touch, praying to
God that it wouldn’t creak and give him away. It didn’t and he crouched down
low on the balcony, peering through the stair rods at the scene below.
Now Sophie was becoming impatient and as she rubbed Chris’s
pussy with her right hand she used her left to push the other girl’s fingers down
towards her own aching cunt. Chris was hesitant at first, but soon the girls
were rubbing and kissing as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Both girls were getting hot from the fire, the drink and
each other and Sophie started to push he dressing gown from Chris’s shoulders.
Chris protested slightly, but was quieted by the sight of Sophie’s fleshy tits
as she shrugged her own gown away.
Sensing that the younger girl was aroused by the sight of
her body, Sophie leaned over the girl and told the girl to ‘Suck them!’.
Chris did as she was told and began to lick and suck on each nipple in turn. While she did that Sophie was using her fingers on herself, bringing herself closer and closer to her first orgasm, but keeping it well under control at the same time.
Sophie then slid to the floor, kneeling between Chris’s legs
and kissing the girl’s thighs. She moved to the insides and then put her hands
between them and pushed them wide open. Her hands then moved to the only thing
that stood between her and her friend’s pussy. She gently pulled the knickers
aside and caressed Chris’s slippery hole with her tongue. She used her right
hand fingers to probe her friend’s slit and her left to work on her own clit.
Martin had crept along the balcony and was now at the top of the stairs. Here he hid behind a pillar, hoping that he couldn’t be seen. Thankfully his wife was facing away from him here and Chris’s eyes were closed. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and now he was even more surprised to see his wife reaching behind her to the coffee table and snatching a medium sized white candle from its holder.
Sophie rubbed the candle tip against her own pussy lips, it
was so smooth it just glided inside her body. Her juices ran down the candle,
coating her fingers as she sat down on it. Chris was unaware of this because
Sophie never missed a beat as she worked on the younger girl’s clit, but soon
the candle was in her hand and the tip pressed against Chris’s tight hole.
The candle, still slick with Sophie’s juices slid easily
into place and Chris groaned as she felt her cunt stretched by the candle. It
was maybe an inch and a half in diameter, a little bigger than most normal
cocks and the effect was dramatic. Chris pushed against the candle trying to force
it deeper into her tight hole, while Sophie attended to her clit with her
tireless tongue.
After a few minutes, Sophie pulled the candle out and
dragged Chris down onto the floor. They kissed again and Chris tasted her scent
on her older friend’s lips, while their legs entwined and their fingers wiggled
in and around each other’s pussies.
Hidden by the coffee table, Martin was now at the foot of
the stairs and crouching behind a chair, watching silently and gently stroking
his throbbing cock. He wasn’t going to forget this show in a hurry.
Sophie told Chris to get back on the sofa and lean over the
back. She willingly obeyed her friend and Sophie moved behind her with the
candle, feeding it back into her sopping hole. Then she turned and looked
straight at Martin with her finger across her lips, while her other hand
started pumping the candle in and out of her wet slit. Martin realising he was
rumbled, stood up and quietly moved closer.
Chris still didn’t realise he was there even when he was
standing right behind her. Sophie curled her fingers around her husband’s cock
and started pumping it gently with her free hand. She was so turned on she
could feel her juice dripping down the inside of her thighs.
“Is that good Chrissy? You like that in your hot little
cunt, don’t you?”
“Yes…” moaned Chris, her legs trembling as the candle
stretched her hole, the underside teasing her clit with every stroke.
“But it’s not as good as a real cock is it… you’d like a
real cock up you now wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, I want a real cock…”
Sophie began teasing her with the candle, withdrawing it
until only an inch was left inside and then plunging it deep inside her again.
“Beg me for it… show me what a naughty little slut you are
and beg me for a real cock!”
“Oh, please… please give it to me!”
“You want it?”
“Yes!”
The candle plunged in again and then pulled out.
“You’re sure you want it?”
"YES!,” she moaned.
Sophie pulled the candle away and shoved her husband behind the younger girl, he pressed the tip of his cock at her entrance and before she fully realised what had happened Martin had sunk his cock deep into her cunt. Chris panicked as she felt her body invaded by a real cock but Sophie grabbed her and held her tight, kissing her face and neck and reaching underneath her to rub her clit. Over and over she repeated ‘It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s Martin,” until the girl relaxed and pushed back against the thick cock inside her.
Despite the candle stretching her pussy out beforehand,
Martin had been on the verge for so long now that he only managed a couple of
minutes before he was getting close. He glanced down at his wife, who smiled at
him and mouthed the words ‘do it’. He slammed into Chris hard and felt his cock
swell past the point of no return and grunted loudly as he pumped her full of
his spunk.
The two girls collapsed on the sofa while Martin stood
looking down at them, his cock still half-hard, sticky with a mixture of cum
and pussy juice. Standing there having just fucked his wife’s 18 year old
friend he felt an overwhelming confidence he’d never felt before.
“Well, what a dirty little pair of sluts I’ve found myself,”
he barked, causing Chris’s pale face to redden.
He pointed at his wife.
“You, come here.”
Slightly startled by this unusual outburst for her normally
placid husband, Sophie obediently rose from the sofa and moved towards him. She
didn’t look particularly scared, but Chris did. Martin sensed this and sought
to re-assure her.
“Don’t you worry Chrissy, I know who’s responsible for all
of this… getting you drunk and taking advantage of you.”
He glowered at his wife and then pushed her to her knees,
just like the man in the book he grabbed her hair and used it to hold her head
back, then fed his half-hard cock between her lips.
“You can stop sucking when it’s hard, do you understand?”
Sophie nodded her head gently and sucked hard on her
husband’s shaft, it was already getting harder.
“As for you little girl, I never knew you were such a horny
little tart.”
Chris’s face was redder than ever.
“But there’s no shame in that, after all you’re only a kid,
not old enough to know better like this one.”
He pointed disparagingly at his cock sucking wife.
“I realise now that I’ve been far too gentle with her in the
past, well that’ll all change now. She had her chance before, but now it’s too
late.”
Martin noticed how hard Sophie was sucking his cock, this
was really getting her worked up! He pulled her head away from his cock, it was
95% hard now.
“That’ll do,” he spat.
He pushed her back to the sofa and laid her over the back,
just as Chris had been earlier. Her arse looked so fucking inviting, sticking
up like that and he decided that before he fucked her he would spank her.
He moved to one side and put his hand on the back of her
neck to hold her still (another move he’d picked up from her bedside reading
matter). His arm raised and he slammed it down onto her left cheek.
“Owwwww!” Shrieked Sophie as the burn spread through her ass
cheek.
“Be quiet slut. You will get no more than you deserve.”
Recognising the line from her favourite book, Sophie
realised what had might have occurred while Martin had been left to his own
devices upstairs and dropped her head as the juices flowed to her cunt once
more. She had never been spoken to like that before and although she had
fantasized about it she never really appreciated just how much it turned her on
to hear it. Martin dealt out another half dozen stinging slaps, until Sophie’s
backside was even redder than Chris’s face.
Then he stood directly behind her and rubbed the tip of his
cock up the crack of his wife’s luscious arse. He could feel the heat radiating
from the skin on either side and placed his hands on her cheeks, prising them
apart to expose her tight little hole. His cock fell between the cheeks and
brushed over her puckered opening causing a gasp to escape his wife’s mouth.
His cock dropped lower and slid easily inside her soaking cunt.
“Fuck me… please!” Whimpered Sophie.
“Oh I’m going to fuck you alright,” chuckled her husband.
He motioned to Chris to come closer. When she stood right
next to him he kissed her on the lips and reached between her thighs, his
fingers sliding between her lips and deep inside her.
“And as I’m in such a good mood, I’m going to allow you a
little lubrication.”
He pulled his fingers from Chris’s sticky hole and worked
the mixture of juices into his wife’s asshole.
“No, Martin… please! I’m not ready!”
A further volley of slaps to her ass silenced her.
“You’ll never be ready, I see that now… you had your chance,
now we do it my way.”
Martin’s index and middle fingers forced their way into
Sophie’s ass, opening and stretching her out to make room for his thick, hard
length. He had never been so hard in his life.
He looked at Chris, who was still standing next to him.
“Sit down there, on the sofa, and spread your legs. I want
to see you fuck yourself with that candle while I fuck this slut’s ass.”
Sophie was shaking with nervous anticipation now, she looked
to the side and saw her young friend lay back on the sofa and feed the candle
into her slick cunt.
Now Martin had a better idea, he put his arms around
Sophie’s waist and lifted her off the sofa. She felt his iron hard stalk
crushed against her burning cheeks and wondered if she was going to be able to
take him in her ass. He lowered her down onto her knees on the floor between
Chris’s thighs and pushed her head down.
“Well slut, don’t you want to see if you can make your
pretty friend cum?”
Sophie eagerly began to lap at Chris’s clit, taking control
of the candle and driving it home repeatedly.
Martin knelt on the floor behind his wife and slowly started
to feed his aching rod into his wife’s tight asshole. It was tight as hell, be
he wasn’t giving up. His own face reddened with the effort of forcing it inside
her and he vented his frustration by occasionally slapping his wife’s already
crimson ass cheeks.
As Sophie licked her friend’s delicious cunt, she used her
free hand on her own clit, helping her to overcome the intense sensation as
Martin pushed deeper and deeper inside her. Now and again she grunted as she
felt her ass being stretched to the limit, but she maintained her rhythm and
was soon rewarded as she felt her friend start to tremble and shake as her
pussy started to convulse around the wax cock inside her.
For her part, Sophie was merciless, pushing the candle
deeper and deeper as Chris writhed in ecstacy below her. Eventually she
collapsed back completely onto the sofa, panting as she recovered from what was
certainly the hardest orgasm she’d ever had.
Sophie pulled the candle out of her friend’s dripping cunt
and reached back and slid it inside her own sodden hole. Now she was being
double fucked and fulfilling one of her strongest fantasies. She angled the
candle for maximum contact on her clit and bit into the sofa cushions as Martin
battered her ass harder and faster as his second orgasm approached.
Finally she felt the tell tale signs and her body started to
buck as her climax began. As she tightened up, she tipped Martin over the edge
and he unleashed his second load of the afternoon, this time into his wife’s
tight, hot ass.
As he milked the last drops of cum from his wilting cock he
looked down at the two women through his tired eyes, he knew things would never
be the same again and he relished this chance to push his wife to previously
unknown levels of perversion. Her book had certainly stoked a fire inside him
and maybe he’d get to fuck little Chrissy again too!
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