by Bridy McAvoy
All eyes were fastened on the thin strip of neatly manicured hair that ran up towards her navel from her otherwise clean shaven pussy. She was revolted to realize that she was way past moist. Her body was betraying her and she was wet; no not just wet; very wet. As she went to step down she realized to do so could not possibly avoid flashing one or the other of the men sitting beside the chair she stood on and hesitated a moment. The leader solved the dilemma for her.
“Stay there for a moment please Amy. Now Phil what’s it to be. My friend here will raise you and the only thing your wife can put in the pot is herself Otherwise it’s the yard and the bats. So I’ll make you an offer. We’ll turn the cards over now. If you win we’ll walk out of here and call it quits.”
Wild hope flared in Phil’s eyes.
“If he wins” nodding to the other player, “your wife will blow us and we’ll just break your legs.”
“If I win however, your lovely wife will entertain us royally and then we’ll leave.”
Amy spoke up for her husband.
“Just play it”
Phil looked at her in surprise and turned his hole card over to reveal three queens.
The guy to Amy’s left smiled grimly and turned his hole card over showing he had made his straight. Amy was lost and she knew it; it was just how far she would have to go.
The leader now turned over his final hole card revealing the king that converted his visible two pairs into a full house and winning the pot.
He smiled at Phil and nodded to his two accomplices. They were both large men but they moved with speed nevertheless. In seconds he found himself handcuffed to the chair and helpless to intervene to protect his wife. The leader had also stood and held both hands up to Amy and invited her to step down from the chair into his arms. She could do nothing else. She stood there while he lifted her chin to face him as he lowered his head to kiss her.
She couldn’t help herself now. The forced exposure to the men had created a tidal wave of emotion within her body and she began to kiss him back. Phil gasped as her arms rose of their own accord to circle the big man’s neck. His hands drifted down her back and she shuffled around to face Phil so he had a clear view as he fondled and groped her buns. One hand dipped lower and suddenly she realized he was running his finger down her butt crack and pushing it against her asshole. Her eyes flew open in shock but he just smiled at her and shuffled her round so that she was now leaning with her back against the edge of the table. His hands left her ass and grasping her by the waist effortlessly lifted her up and moved her back until she was sitting on the table. Her legs parted as he pushed his between hers and she was suddenly in a lewd and vulnerable position as he began to kiss her again. With her legs splayed by his, there was no way to prevent his hand from creeping down between them to find her most treasured spot. As his fingers brushed gently across her slit, her body carried out the final betrayal and she shuddered into an orgasm. The cold wood of the table made her buttocks flinch and he now began to lean forward pushing her back.
She now lay on her back on the dining table with her pussy at the edge of the table and her legs hanging down splayed far apart. His hand now went to his own fly and to Phil’s astonishment a very large penis appeared erect in close proximity to his wife’s slit.
She lay there panting, knowing what was about to happen and both wanting and dreading it at the same time. She raised her head and looked down the length of her naked body where she saw the size of the implement of her doom. It was huge and she gasped in shock and then gasped again when she felt the huge end of the monster pausing at her widespread pussy lips. Suddenly he jerked his hips forward and the colossal thing slid into her unresisting body. She grunted in ecstasy as it filled her more fully than she had ever been filled before. He began to stroke it in and out of her in a rhythm that he found acceptable and she began to like it big time. As she climbed the mountain to her second orgasm, he began to pump faster and harder. Her whole body shook and her back arched clear of the table in front of her astonished husband as she screamed out her passion.
He didn’t let her come down from the peak and began to literally pile drive his enormous cock into her without mercy. She was panting for breath and coming almost constantly as the sensations in her throbbing pussy reached overdrive. Suddenly he tensed up with his dick completely buried in her and dropped his hand down so that his fingers could savagely pinch her clit as he came deep inside her. The combination of pain and pleasure drove her over the edge to the biggest orgasm of her adult life.
Slowly he withdrew his dick from her grasping slit and they all could see the way his juice drained out of her and splattered over the carpet. As soon as he moved clear the next one took his place.
The second guy didn’t just drive his dick into her but he also leant forward bringing his weight down on her so that he could savagely mouth and bite her breasts. To alleviate the discomfort she had to raise her legs into the air with trembling muscles. As she wrapped them around his back her hips began to thrust in time to meet his and very quickly they climbed the hill together until another full load of cum had been deposited high up inside of her.
The third guy repeated the process although he stood straight with her legs wrapped around him and mauled her tits with his hands. He was quick, too quick for her and this time there was no orgasm for her. As he stepped away she thought she was finished but that was not the case. The first guy had remained hard and he quickly stepped back between her legs and thrust into her once again. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him this time and as his hands mashed her breasts she began to buck back at him.
Her arms flailed out above her head as he pulled and twisted and tortured her nipples with his fingers. Her pussy was full; way beyond anything she had ever experienced and she lost count of the number of orgasms he wrung from her tortured and passion filled body. When he finally came deep inside of her for the second time she felt the force of his ejaculation and screamed into her final and most fulfilling orgasm of the afternoon. She fainted.
When she came around she was still lying naked and lewdly spread on the table. The three men were gone and her husband was hovering over her with an anxious look in his eyes.
“You bastard…” she said weakly.
Before she could move or say anything else he handed a card to her and she focussed on it with difficulty.
“Happy Anniversary, darling. I love you.” He whispered into her ear.
Fantasies Incorporated: The Wake
By: Bridy McAvoy
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Copyright © Jan. 2009, Bridy McAvoy
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The Wake
She had managed to keep a straight face all through the service but now as the vicar led the final prayer and the wooden coffin began to slide through the curtains to its fate, she couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“Chris…!”
The anguished cry tore itself from her lips and her shoulders began to shake as she sobbed. Besides her, Joanne, her sister put her arm around her to comfort her; tears visible in her eyes as she tried to comfort the young widow. Finally the curtains swayed back into place as the coffin disappeared from their view forever and Joanne felt her sisters’ shoulders stiffen as the sobs subsided. She nodded at the funeral director Charles, who stood, his professionally solemn face mas
king his own feelings at the death of his best friend since childhood.
The soberly dressed man stepped forward and helped Joanne to guide her sister to her feet and with this the rest of the ushers, coffin bearers at the start of the service, ushers now, began to organize the congregation for an ordered passage from the chapel.
Outside Allison stood there in her long black dress with the veil still hanging over her face looking bleakly out at the flower tributes to her husband, taken from her by cancer after only two years of marriage.
The other mourners, family, friends and acquaintances were lined up to give their condolences. Chris’ mother Pat, hugged her and took her place alongside Allison to accept the condolences of the line of mourners who were slowly filing past the flowers. Her own husband had been cremated here less than a year before and she knew exactly how Allison was feeling but her own grief prevented her from helping the daughter-in-law she adored.
Finally the long queue of mourners completed their pilgrimage through the flowered wreaths before dispersing across the car park to make their own way to the wake.
Allison’s sister and mother-in-law climbed into the second of the stretch Volvos to make their own journey leaving Allison, as she had requested, alone for a couple of minutes with the flower tributes before she climbed into the first of the waiting cars.
* * * *
She was alone in the back of the car and felt lonelier than she had ever done so before despite Charles and the driver sitting in the front. Chris had arranged all of the details of the funeral himself when he had known the cancer was going to take him. His best friend had promised him to take care of all of the details and Allison hadn’t had to deal with a thing since her beloved husband had passed away peacefully in a drug induced coma six days earlier.
He had even told her what to wear to the funeral because he said that knowing what she was wearing underneath wasn’t entirely appropriate would send him off to meet his maker with a smile on his face. Now alone in the back of the car she began to cry again.
Lost in her thoughts, her sight blurred with the tears of her inconsolable loss she failed to notice the car turn off from the main road just after leaving the crematorium. She did notice when it bumped onto a more uneven surface and moved slowly up a steep hill, a hill she knew wasn’t on the route from the crematorium to the wake.
“What…?
Allison looked out of the windows in confusion.
“It’s ok. Chris told us to bring you here.”
The deep melodious voice of Chris’ friend Charles calmed her as her eyes finally registered where they were. The car pulled into the small, deserted, car park behind the layered rock formation that earned this small park its name. Before Chris was ill it had been one of their favorite places to visit and now by the way Charles was acting they were here by Chris’ request.
The driver opened the door for her and she stepped out, flanked by the two men, she moved toward the guard rail at the edge of the car park and gazed out at the pinnacle of rock jutting out of the grass below her. The stratified rock seemed to glow in the afternoon sun, whose warmth she could feel on the back of her neck.
She choked back a sob, and grabbed the waist high rail to steady herself. She felt Charles move to stand just behind her, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“It’s ok Allison; Chris had a reason for us coming here today. There is something he wants you to do here, something he felt was important enough to insist upon.”
Allison looked round as she heard another car pulling onto the car part. It was another of the funeral cars and as it parked she saw two more of the pall bearers emerge, leaving the car empty. The four men formed a semi circle behind her and she drew comfort from their strong presence as she turned and gazed out at the rock formation in front of her.
“Shouldn’t we be getting to the wake?”
Allison’s question showed very little conviction as the peace of her surroundings seeped in to her very soul. Chris had been right; this had been a good idea, the tranquility of the place providing her with more comfort still.
“Pat will be wondering where we are.”
“Pat knows where we are, and why we are here. She helped Chris convince me to do this.”
“What bring me here?”
“No, Allison, more than that.”
She realized he had moved to stand behind her now and his large but surprisingly gentle hands now rested on both of her shoulders, moving in very small circles easing the tension that had been building there.
“More?”
“Yes Allison, more, much more. Do you remember the conversation you had with Chris in the hospital about a month before he passed away? The one where you both got very upset.”
Allison sighed; there had been several of those.
“Which one? There were quite a lot of them.”
“The one where he told you, you must move on when he’d gone, he couldn’t bear to think of you being alone for the rest of your life.”
“Yes, I remember.”
Charles was increasing the pressure of his hands on her shoulders yet she was lost in her memory as her mind drifted and barely noticed.
“I told him no one else could fill the void he would leave. I couldn’t think about getting involved with anyone else.”
“Yes, and he told you, you must, for your own sake and to allow him to rest in peace knowing you had another chance at happiness.”
“Never going to happen, but what’s that to do with being here now?”
“Well he talked at length to Pat and me the next time we visited.”
“It took some persuading but Chris could be very determined when he wanted to be.”
“Yes he could but I don’t understand…”
Charles’ hands were making bigger and bigger circles on her neck, mimicking the movements Chris had often used to get her in the mood to make love. She felt relaxed and knew that Charles was trying to help her but what he had just said didn’t make much sense.
“It’s ok Allison… It will make sense, it will soon all make sense.”
“Charles, you’ll have to tell me what you mean. What is happening here?”
“Chris knew you would find it difficult to date again, let alone be intimate with another man.”
“So he asked us to help you in the only way he knew would work.”
She felt him step closer to her, could feel his body right behind her, standing exactly as Chris always had when they had stood in this very spot. Unconsciously she straightened her back and feeling relaxed from the shoulder massage she was still getting leaned back into him.
“What way is that?”
Charles’ hands now swept down her arms and then back up again, as they did so his fingertips brushed against her sides, even on the way back up to her shoulders brushing gently against the side of her breasts. She took a sharp intake of breath and then relaxed again form the accidental contact as he began to massage her shoulders once more.
“This way.”
His hands moved gently down her arms again and this time as they came back up, one moved around more to her front and there was no way the touch to her breast could be considered accidental as his fingers grazed past her nipple with only an inch to spare. She stiffened at the touch, about to cry out when she realized his other hand had snaked to the top of the zip on her black dress and was drawing it quickly downwards.
“What?”
“Allison. I told you this is Chris’ idea. Not that we are unwilling of course. This is what he wanted.”
The zip was now all the way down and her hands hung limply at her sides, her mind still trying to process what Charles was saying. She was in no position to prevent his next move and she stood still, almost submissively as he brushed the dress off her shoulders to cascade in a torrent of black satin and lace to her hips. His hands followed it down and pushed the dress gently from its perch until it now lay pooled on her shoes.
“What are you doing?”<
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Allison had finally found her voice and began to protest; his next sentence stopped her in her tracks and stifled any further protest.
“Why do you think he had you wear the red lace underwear that you are wearing? The smile on his face in his coffin is because he knows that we are looking at it and the gorgeous figure it covers right now.”
She gasped.
“Lift your feet, one at a time. There’s a good girl. We don’t want to get your dress dirty, let’s keep it clean for the wake when we’re finished here.”
She did so, still in shock from his words, and watched almost bemused as one of the pall bearers hung the dress over the railing to one side. Suddenly she realized she was standing there in her stockings, heels and some scraps of red lace and nothing else with four men standing around her.
Charles moved closer to her and now stood with his chest pressed against her back. Her mind was still reeling from the impact of Chris’ wishes as his hands again settled into their massaging routine on her shoulders. This time though they were moving over a much larger area of her, dipping behind her shoulders to reach the points of her shoulder blades, and in front to touch the swell of her breasts. The sensuous massage, even though it was being given in such an incongruous place, was having its effect on her body’s natural responses. Involuntarily her breathing quickened.
“Charles… You have to stop… Charles.”
Sensing the moment was now, he let go of her right shoulder and by exerting gentle pressure on her left one slowly turned her to face him. With a sob she buried her head on his chest as he held her still for a moment, his arms wrapped around her virtually naked back.
“No…”