Sandra broke the kiss and smiled. “Lie on the bed, Sophie.”
She did as instructed.
Sandra reached down and slipped off Sophie’s shoes. “I’m sure men like to fuck you with these on, but I don’t want your heels scratching my back.” She stepped out of her own shoes and climbed onto the bed next to Sophie’s legs.
Sophie watched Sandra’s eyes take in her tanned body. “Men also like to fuck me in my stockings, but you can take them off me if you like.”
Sandra ran a finger up her thigh, going from the nylon to flesh. “No, I’m going to leave those on. But this…” She stroked Sophie’s bra, then her thong, “and this… They can go.”
Sophie raised her hips and pushed her thong down. Then she sat forward and removed her bra. Lying back on the bed, she let Sandra feast her eyes.
“Are you naturally this colour?” Sandra had obviously been fooled by the lack of tan-lines.
“No, I sunbathe naked.”
“Ooh, maybe you’ll have to join us in Andalucía during the summer holidays, too.”
Sophie smiled. “That would be lovely. Now, lose your underwear and push that beautiful cunt of yours onto my face.”
Sandra’s eyes widened for a split second, but then she complied. She smiled down at Sophie as she straddled her chest. “Like this?”
“Yes, that’s perfect.” Sophie raised her head and slipped her tongue between Sandra’s folds, instantly settling on her clit.
The other woman let out a moan, then lowered herself onto Sophie’s face and began rocking her hips. Sandra kept control of the pressure, riding Sophie’s tongue. Sophie lifted her arms and started massaging Sandra’s buttocks. The woman had a lovely figure, athletic and firm. Suddenly Sandra gripped Sophie’s hair and ground herself down onto her face, smearing her juices over her nose and cheeks.
Sophie heard her grunt and felt a warm trickle on her tongue.
Sandra looked down with a smile, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds. “One to me.”
Sophie stroked her hands along the soft thighs beside her face. “I think we can do better than that.” She gripped Sandra’s buttocks and pushed her face up into her crotch again.
The other woman let out a startled cry, but Sophie already had her engorged clit between her lips and was sucking, holding her in place with firm hands on her backside. She hummed, tonguing and sucking relentlessly at the nub in her mouth.
Sandra wailed, cried out something in Spanish and then started thrusting her hips, bearing down on Sophie’s mouth. She came again, the gush of her squirt stronger than before. Sophie’s face was drenched. A lot of men had come on her face, but this was the first time a woman had. Anja would be proud.
“Oh god, now I’m two to your zero.” Sandra was breathing heavily. She rolled onto the bed beside Sophie. “You must think me very selfish.”
Sophie shook her head, feeling very pleased with herself. “I don’t mind being three behind if you want more.”
“No, I think I need to repay you first.” Sandra leaned over and licked her own juices from all around Sophie’s mouth.
Sophie closed her eyes as the other woman’s tongue moved from her chin down her neck. She let out a deep sigh when Sandra’s lips encircled her nipple. Light fingers traced lines all over Sophie’s flat stomach, making her sigh, then Sandra moved her mouth to the other breast and let her fingers trace lower. She combed through Sophie’s neat little bush before slipping a single finger between the already-sopping outer lips of her sex. Sophie felt her breathing hitch.
“Hmm, I see you’re ready for me.”
“I’m a slut. I’m always ready.”
Sandra gently bit Sophie’s nipple. “Marcus is going to love you—he’s especially fond of sluts.”
“Good, he can fuck me later. But like you told him earlier, you have to have me first.”
Sandra laughed. “That’s right, I do.” She lowered her face between Sophie’s legs and pushed her tongue deep into her hole.
Sophie arched her back and let out a groan. Then her legs were pushed open and Sandra’s mouth seized her clit. She groaned again. Fingers stroked delicately all around her cunt, the tongue moving rhythmically over and over her clit. Her legs began to tremble and her buttocks clenched. The fingers pushed inside her, but not very deep. The tongue never altered its rhythm, slowly stroking her most sensitive part, which felt like the nerve-centre of her entire body. The fingers pushed deeper.
Sophie tumbled into freefall. She tensed and flailed, screamed and jack-knifed. She saw starbursts behind her eye-lids. In a frenzy of reflex reactions, her body oozed and shuddered, contracted and relaxed over and over.
As she lay still, breathless and spent, Sophie realised Sandra was no longer touching her. She opened her eyes and raised her head. The other woman was sitting back on her haunches between Sophie’s feet.
“I thought I’d lost you there for a minute.”
Sophie laughed. “Yeah, for a minute I was definitely somewhere else.”
Sandra stroked her leg. “So it’s now one to you, two to me.”
“No, it’s not. I came at least twice that I remember. And when I was up in the clouds I may well have come again.”
Crawling up the bed and over her, Sandra leaned close and kissed Sophie on the mouth, very gently. “You’re definitely going to have to come to Spain. There is no way that I can allow this to be a one-time thing.”
Sophie smiled and nodded. “I promise.”
“Good. Now, I believe we’ve left the men waiting for long enough. Are you ready to get fucked?”
Sophie laughed. “What did I tell you earlier? I’m a slut—I’m always ready.”
The women got up and stood looking around at their clothes. Sandra shrugged. “It’s probably not worth us getting dressed.”
Sophie looked down at herself. Her stockings were twisted and wrinkled, and there was a small ladder in the left one. “I’m going to take these off.”
When the two women got downstairs the living room was empty. They made their way to the Jacuzzi. Music was playing, and Sandra cocked her head to listen. “Ah, Peter Gabriel. Marcus knows his music turns me on.”
Sophie paused at the door. “Who’s the other man, and what’s his name? I feel like I should at least know his name if I’m about to fuck him.”
Sandra smiled. “He’s another lawyer who used to work with Marcus and Clive, but was head-hunted by another firm. His name’s Russell and he’ll probably keep trying to put it up your backside.”
Sophie’s mind flashed back to Key West in G-J’s bed, and then the night spent here at Clive’s a few months ago, when she’d watched Sara being double-penetrated. “If he plays his cards right, I might just let him.”
As Sandra’s eyes widened slightly, Sophie leaned close to whisper in her ear. “Don’t look so surprised, I’ve already told you what I am.”
The women held hands and walked to the side of the hot-tub. The men stopped talking and turned towards them, staring at their naked bodies. The only light came from the bulbs fitted into the side of the tub, casting a blue hue over the entire room. Sandra and Sophie stepped into the bubbling water and stood in the centre, looking at the men.
Sophie pursed her lips, a thrill tightening her stomach. “Okay, who wants to be first?”
Marcus leaned forward and pulled her onto his lap. His hands roamed freely over her breasts and stomach, then swiftly made their way between her legs. Opening her thighs for him, Sophie slid her hand beneath the surface and gripped his cock. He was already hard. She turned to face away from him then lowered herself down, guiding him inside her. His hands cupped her breasts and she leaned back against his chest, eyes closed, riding his cock.
When Sophie opened her eyes, she saw Sandra bent at the waist, her hands resting on the rim of the tub, while Russell fucked her from behind. Sandra turned her head, her eyes half-closed and her mouth open.
Finally Clive joined in, standing in front of Sophie and presenting his
cock to her lips. Watching his eyes, she leaned forward and took him deep into her mouth. For a few brief moments she was lost in a blue cloud of pleasure; the water bubbled and foamed around her, wet slick bodies moved against her skin, and two rigid cocks occupied her body.
“Hey guys, I have a better idea.” Sandra was now sitting on the bench of the Jacuzzi, holding Russell’s cock in her hand.
Clive turned to look at Sandra, but didn’t pull his cock out of Sophie’s mouth. “Oh? And what’s that?”
“I think all three of you should give Sophie the attention she deserves.” Sandra raised her eyebrows. “She’s only being satisfied in two places at the moment.”
Sophie released Clive’s cock from her mouth and stared at Sandra, shocked at her new friend’s suggestion. But she was also turned on.
Marcus pinched Sophie’s nipples and pulled her back down onto his cock. “Would you like that, Sophie? Can you take three men at once?”
Sophie opened her eyes wide and leaned back against his chest. She looked at Sandra, Russell and then Clive. She remembered Jim taunting her a few weeks earlier: You’re not the gangbang queen you think you are.
She smiled. “Well, I like the idea. Can I take three guys at once?” She stroked a single finger down Clive’s erect cock which was inches from her face. “I won’t know until I try.”
Sandra smiled. “Exquisito!”
Clive looked into Sophie’s eyes for a split second, then smiled. “Okay, but we can’t do it in here.”
Sandra pointed over at two plastic loungers facing the swimming pool. “How about there?”
The five of them got out of the tub and Clive opened a cupboard, taking out clean fluffy white towels and passing them around. Then he disappeared into his house, followed by Sandra. Sophie wondered if the two of them were going to have sex, but Sandra returned almost immediately with her phone in her hand. Clive came back a few seconds later carrying a small plastic bottle of lube.
A thrill ran through Sophie as she realised she was about to fulfil her fantasy of being double-penetrated, but she was apprehensive. Remembering G-J’s constant mantra saying she had to relax, Sophie tried to do so.
Clive stroked her back. “Are you sure about this?”
Sophie smiled at him. “Do you mind?” It seemed a strange thing to ask, considering he’d already shared her with other men twice before.
He shook his head. “Not at all, I’m more than happy for you to do it.”
She wondered if that meant he didn’t care about her. Another thought crept into her mind. Would Jim care? Would G-J? Would anybody?
“Come on, let’s get it started or I’m going to lose my hard-on.”
Sandra slapped Marcus for being impatient. “If you can’t manage it, I’ll get a strap-on and take your place. I want to see that girl satisfied.”
They all laughed and made their way to the loungers.
Sandra looked at the men. “Okay, who wants what?”
“I’ll fuck her ass.”
Sophie realised Sandra had been right about Russell.
“I want to fuck her.” Marcus was stroking his cock, his erection not showing any signs of waning.
Clive shrugged. “Fine, I’ll have her mouth.”
Sophie stood naked and listened while the men decided who was going to be doing what to her body. It felt staged, rather than a spontaneous progression of passion. It was a surreal feeling as she was led to the lounger.
Sandra took control. “Okay. Marcus, you lie on the lounger.”
Her husband did so, holding his hard on straight up.
“Sophie, sit on his cock. Don’t ride him yet—we don’t want him coming before everyone’s in place.”
Placing a foot on either side of the lounger, Sophie straddled Marcus and lowered herself onto him. He felt good, and she sighed.
“Okay, now lie down on him while we get you lubed.”
Sophie did as instructed, then looked over her shoulder. Clive and Sandra were adding lube to their hands. Sandra started to massage the lube onto Russell’s cock, while Clive rubbed the gel around the rosebud of Sophie’s backside.
Forcing herself to relax, Sophie pushed herself back onto Clive’s finger, inhaling as the digit slipped inside her tightest place.
Sandra laughed. “Russell, you’re shaking. Don’t you dare come before you get inside her.”
“Well stop wanking me off, then.”
Sophie saw Russell approach, sensed him kneeling behind her, then felt his arm on the lounger, supporting his weight. The domed head of his cock was wiped between her bum-cheeks, smearing generous amounts of lube everywhere.
“Okay, let’s get inside her, Russ. Nice and slow, okay?”
Sophie looked up at Sandra and saw she wasn’t only directing proceedings—she was holding her phone up and filming them, too.
Russell pushed his cock into the tight opening, and Sophie forced herself to relax. This had been her fantasy, and she was determined to enjoy it. She closed her eyes and concentrated on what was happening to her body. The tip of Russell’s cock pushed through her sphincter and she felt herself grip around him. She heard him let out a moan.
Sandra’s head appeared next to Sophie’s. “Are you okay, babe? Does it feel okay?”
Sophie looked into the beautiful green eyes and nodded. “It feels so fucking good.”
“Okay boys, I want you two to give it to her nice and slow. Let her feel both your cocks sliding in and out of her. Make her feel loved.”
Marcus and Russell moved slowly, sometimes in sync, sometimes not. Sophie moaned as her lower body seemed filled to capacity, the two cocks moving against each other inside to produce the effect of a deep internal massage. She forced herself to breathe slowly.
“Clive, get your cock into her mouth.” Forever the director, Sandra was giving Sophie something that even Sara hadn’t experienced in this house.
Sophie opened her eyes to look up at Clive as he fed her his cock, but she couldn’t hold eye contact—the mounting pleasure from the other two men forced her to lose focus. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to concentrate on the all the sensations she was experiencing. Marcus was pushing up from below and Russell pushing in from behind. The speed and urgency of their thrusts suggested both were moving swiftly towards their release. Clive pushed his cock further into her throat, and Sophie gripped her hand around the base. She wanted to take all three loads inside her, and she was determined to come as well as them.
Sophie began to undulate her body, though she was somewhat restricted by the two men sandwiching her. She concentrated her efforts on Clive’s cock, pumping the base with her fist and moving her tongue against the sensitive underside while easing the tip further into the tightness of her throat.
Sandra was offering encouragement to all four of them, but Sophie couldn’t make out what she was saying because of the moaning and grunting from all quarters. Marcus came first, crying out and plunging a final thrust upwards which sent Sophie tumbling into her own orgasm. Russell pushed into her painfully, holding himself deep inside as he unloaded into her rectum.
Sophie howled at the intensity, releasing Clive’s cock from her mouth for an instant. She quickly recaptured the tip between her lips and pumped her fist rapidly. Clive dropped his head back and let out a long sigh as he exploded into her mouth. Sophie moaned, gagged and swallowed, pumping her fist repeatedly as more cum erupted into her mouth. She knew both Marcus and Russell had come, but they were still buried deep inside and moving. Sophie released Clive’s cock and concentrated on her own movements, rolling her pelvis to get her second high. It didn’t take long; Marcus and Russell helped, pushing and stroking and holding her.
Clive stepped back, making room for Sandra.
Sophie saw the phone just inches from her face and tried to look into the lens, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she felt the orgasm sweep through her body like an electric current, seeming to short-circuit the nerves which controlle
d her limbs, making her twitch uncontrollably. She screamed, moaned and sobbed. As the three bodies finally stilled, Sophie realised she was whimpering.
Russell extracted himself with a wet plopping sound, and Sandra helped her up off Marcus. The men were looking at her with concern, and Sandra led her away to the shower at the far side of the room. Turning the spray on, Sandra stood next to Sophie and held her up as the hot water cascaded over them both.
Sophie looked into her green eyes and smiled. “Well, I think tonight has to go down in history as my most pleasurable ever.”
Sandra laughed and picked up a bar of soap, lathering Sophie’s shoulders and arms. “Are you okay now?”
“I think so, but if I pass out I may need CPR.”
This brought a laugh. “I could give you mouth-to-mouth.”
Sophie narrowed her eyes. “I’d taste of Clive’s cum.”
“Yeah, well it wouldn’t be the first time I’d sampled it.”
“God, you’re worse than I am.”
Sandra looked hurt. “How can you say that? I’ve just given up the chance of a good hard fuck so that you could have three men at once.”
Three men at once. Sophie couldn’t wait to tell G-J. And Sara.
Sandra was now washing between her bum-cheeks. “Obviously you’ve done anal before, so you know you’ll be leaking cum for a while.”
Sophie just smiled and nodded, not wanting to admit she’d only done it once, and they’d used a condom.
By the time the women got out of the shower, the men had gone through to the living room. Clive had left towels and robes for them. Sophie and Sandra dried themselves and joined the men, who were also wearing fluffy robes.
“Do you two want a drink or anything?” Clive was being the host, but his face showed he was very tired; it was now well after two in the morning.
Sophie shook her head. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to go to bed.”
“Come to mine.” Sandra licked her lips.
“No no no—I need to sleep.”
Everyone laughed, and Clive took Sophie upstairs. They climbed into bed and lay on their sides, facing each other.
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