by Mia Moore
Byron lifted his head and kissed her stomach before moving away to climb out of the pool.
Joan’s lips slid up Josh’s shaft and she collapsed on her back beside him. Her eyes were mere slits, a smile on her face as she caught her breath. Josh followed her eyes to Robert, Carrie and Sylvia beside them. Robert was standing while Sylvia and Carrie knelt before him, both alternating sucking his shaft. His hands stroked the top of both of their heads.
Joan turned her head and her eyes looked from Byron to Josh. “Would you like to fuck me doggie style, Josh? I’d like to return the favor to Byron.” She sat up and was on her elbows and knees, ass in Josh’s face before he knew it. Was she asking or was that a command? Either way it didn’t matter. Her white ass cheeks were next to his face, thick pussy lips separated by a dark creamy slit.
He got behind her and guided his stiff cock into her warm hole, just the tip of it. Take it slow. Tease her and cool down a bit. This was a fuck he needed to extend. His eyes rose to see Byron resting on one knee, the other leg spread wide as he guided his cock to Joan’s mouth.
Josh slipped his hand around Joan’s hip, and downward, seeking her clit. She was wet and tight when he pushed deeper into her and her clit was erect, easy to find. The fingers of his other hand gripped the white cheeks of her ass. His hand reached back and slapped her ass, hard enough to get her attention but not hard enough to hurt. She moaned and pushed back against him trying to get more of his cock inside her. He didn’t know why he had slapped her—some instinctual animal thing or something, like a male cat biting the neck of a female when they mated. But she’d liked it.
He glanced at Byron who met his eyes briefly before dropping to watch Joan take him all the way into her mouth. Josh cuffed Joan’s ass on the other side and drove deep into her. “That’s right baby, suck him.” His words were a low murmur but she responded with a soft moan again. Byron’s face raised, eyes squeezed shut as he thrust his cock into her mouth. He looked like he was close to coming.
Josh hit Joan’s ass harder, pumping hard into her as his finger teased her clit. Byron was arching his pelvis forward, spurting cum into Joan’s throat from the looks of it. And Joan was writhing her hips beneath him, close to orgasm. He had to hold out until he got her there. It was a power struggle that he had to win. To make this self confident woman turn into a pool of warm jelly before he shot hot cum inside her belly. He pumped harder, slapping and rubbing her clit. Byron’s cock had softened and slipped out of her throat.
“Yes. Hurt me with your cock, harder!”She cried, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her cunt tightened on him and her body shivered, while she moaned with pleasure. Urged on, he grabbed her by the hipbone, now impaling her on every thrust. His cock was savaging her hole with his base craving.
Joan was now gnashing her teeth in a sharp, feral grimace, her eyes shut tightly. “That’s it, baby, give it to me!” Her voice ground into ripping grunts as she came.
There. He had made her come. He drew out of her and slapped her ass once more for good measure. When he glanced across at Carrie, her eyes were wide staring at him. Uh oh. Had he crossed some sort of line with Joan? He had never slapped a woman while having sex with her before. But it had seemed like the thing to do with this woman.
Sylvia and Robert also had paused in their play to watch. Under everyone’s gaze his face became warm.
Joan rolled over and looked up at him, her pinkie between her lips. “Oh shit that was good! You can fuck me like that anytime you want Josh.” Her words were soft, barely audible.
Had Carrie heard it? Was it an invitation to fuck outside of the group? “Glad you liked it but I’m not done yet, as you can see.” He pointed to his cock which had softened a little at being the focus of everyone’s attention.
“Well, it was good for me. I’m done for awhile even if you’re not. C’mon, I’ll buy you a drink Joan.” Byron leaned over and extended his hand to help Joan to her feet.
When Josh looked at Carrie, she looked away. But not before he’d seen the hurt in her eyes.
Chapter 20
She had shared Robert’s big cock with Sylvia, both of them kissing and licking it, their faces wet from each other’s mouth and the drizzle that was leaking from the tip. It was amazing that it was now so big, when it had looked so small when she first saw it.
Robert sunk to his knees and pressed his hands into Carrie’s ass turning her around so that he could enter her. And it looked like Sylvia was going to help, her hand already reaching past Carrie’s stomach to play with her clit. Her pussy was aching for Robert’s hard cock to fill it.
She was sooo ready when the tip entered her. At the slapping sound coming from Josh and Joan, she looked over. Joan had Byron’s cock deep in her throat and Josh was fucking her from behind, doggie style. But what really got her attention was his hand spanking Joan’s ass and the look on his face. There was a primal, aggressive lust in his eyes and mouth that she’d never seen before. He was totally focused on the writhing woman under him, punishing her with his hand and his cock.
A thrill ran through her pussy totally unrelated to Sylvia’s finger on her clit. Josh was so fucking hot looking, doing this to Joan. But why had he never done this to her? Had he never felt this lustful passion before when they’d made love, even in the past few weeks since starting in the ‘lifestyle’? It had taken Joan to bring this out in him? She was obviously more experienced in having sex with many partners than Carrie was—so confident and exotic. She wasn’t sure she liked Joan.
And what had she whispered to Josh before Byron took her to the bar. Josh’s face looked guilty. Well, two could play at that game, if that was what he wanted. He thought Joan was so hot! She’d bring out the animal in Robert and see how Josh liked seeing that.
She rolled her hips and pressed back into Robert’s cock. It was harder than ever after seeing his wife get fucked so well. He pushed deeper into her and Carrie met his thrust, squeezing her muscles down on him as much as she could. Josh had now joined them and stroked Carrie’s cheek with his fingertips.
“Josh, did you bring condoms?” She smiled up at him, despite the tightness in her throat.
“Yes, why? Do you want one?” His eyebrows were pulled together, tilting his head.
“Please.” She turned and thrust back onto Robert as Sylvia’s other hand pinched and rubbed her nipple. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on the sensation in her pussy—Sylvia’s finger stroking her clit and Robert’s big cock inside her. Her pussy became wetter, clamping down on the hardness.
When Josh returned she pulled forward away from Robert and turned her head to look at him. “I’d like you to fuck my asshole Robert. Josh has a condom for you. Do you like anal?”
“Are you kidding?” His thumb trailed down between the cheeks of her ass to her slick pussy. His thumb then rubbed around her asshole, lubricating it.
“Carrie, you should try to double entry. It’s incredible. But you’ll have to move to the lounge chair. Here Josh, you get on the bottom and fuck her cunt.” Sylvia was already rising and tugging at Josh’s hand.
So much for taking it up the ass to make Josh jealous. Now he was going to be part of the scene. Thanks Sylvia. Carrie rose and walked to the lounge chair where Josh was now laying, Sylvia’s hand on his cock stroking it gently.
“Straddle the chair.” Carrie obeyed and lowered herself on Josh’s hard cock. It was wonderful despite the fact that she was a little pissed with him right now. His eyes looked deep into hers, aroused and something else? He knew he had fucked up with Joan and he was sorry. Good.
“Now lay down on Josh.”
Fingers were on her ass cheeks separating. She felt a liquid warmth as Robert glazed her anus with lube. He pressed his finger into her rosebud and held it just inside until she relaxed. She felt his fingertip withdraw and a moment later something large and smooth pressed forward. Softly but steadily, Robert’s cock went deeper. It felt like she was being torn apart, stretched beyond belief with Josh�
��s cock in her cunt and Robert’s entering her ass. And somehow Sylvia had managed to slide her hand between Josh and her stomach to stroke her hard clit.
Robert’s cock was now deep in her ass, alternating deep thrusts with Josh’s movements. Oh my God, all she needed was Byron to come over to suck and she’d be full of hot cockmeat. As if he read her mind Byron was standing next to the lounge chair, his hand stroking his cock which had risen to attention once more. He edged closer, bending his knees so that his cock was next to Carrie’s face.
She opened her mouth, inviting him to come closer. There wasn’t much she could do to lean towards him, she was impaled on hard cocks, stretching her. With his meat in her mouth, she sucked and glanced sideways, down at Josh. His eyes were half closed, riveted to her mouth and Byron’s cock. Joan stepped beside Byron, close to Josh’s head. She took Josh’s hand and placed it between her legs, rubbing her pussy with it.
Carrie’s breath was coming fast, gently rocking between the two men as they pumped harder into her. Sylvia was right. This was the most incredible feeling! A bit painful but more like a spice than a discomfort. She sucked hard on Byron’s cock, noticing Sylvia’s hand cupping his balls. Her cunt tried to squeeze Josh’s cock but couldn’t, she was so full.
She felt her orgasm approaching and her mouth opened, Byron’s cock slipping out. Her ass and pussy still filled with meat, she ground her hips down deeper. The image of both holes being filled with cum pushed her over the edge. “Yeeesssss! Deeper! Oh please, deeper! Fuck my holes!” Her head dropped and her back arched, moaning as waves of pleasure flooded her through her body. As her first orgasm crested, she felt Josh stiffen and thrust deep into her, shooting his load, while behind her Robert was doing the same.
Carrie and Josh were silent for a few moments, their eyes locked together. Suddenly she was empty as Robert withdrew from her ass, then Josh who was beginning to soften was next.
“Why don’t we get another drink? I’m totally fucked out for a while.” Byron took a step away from them, his cock still semi erect. Robert had slipped the condom off and carried it in his hand following him.
“Easy for him to say. Anyone notice that I’m the only one who didn’t get hers today?” Sylvia pulled her hand from Carrie’s pussy and sat back on the concrete.
“Poor baby.” Joan sat down next to her and kissed her. “Let me take care of that.” Joan leaned over Sylvia and took her nipple between her lips, running her tongue over it.
“Would you like a drink Carrie or should we go home?” Josh’s voice was a whisper.
“Let’s join Byron and have a drink. But just one and then I want to leave.” She eased up from him, dribbling some of their combined fluids down onto his tummy. Before she walked away she glanced at Sylvia. Joan had made her way to Sylvia’s sweet pussy, loudly lapping at her clit. Sylvia was helping, spreading her pussy lips to expose her clit to Joan’s tongue. From the looks of it, Sylvia was on the verge of coming, humping up into Joan’s mouth.
There was only Robert at the table when Carrie and Josh sat down.
“Byron went in to get you more wine. That was some fun, wasn’t it?” His blue eyes twinkled above the rim of his glass.
“Incredible as usual. Listen to me. You’d think I was a swinger for years instead of just a short time.” Josh reached for Carrie’s hand and squeezed it.
Byron returned and set the glasses in front of them. He raised his own from the table and held it up. “A toast to our new fuck buddies. What a way to spend a weekend.”
Carrie looked at Josh and gave a small smile. Sylvia and Joan appeared their arms around each other’s waist.
“Byron, you make it sound so shallow. These people are close friends, more than just fuck buddies. And we don’t always fuck when we get together you know, Carrie. There are lots of things we do with our friends—movies, dinners out, golfing. When you’ve been with someone intimately like we all have been, there’s a closeness that goes beyond just casual friends.” She sat down and put her hand on Carrie’s shoulder, pulling her hair back and tucking it behind her ear.
“Thanks Sylvia. That’s nice to hear.” Carrie watched Sylvia shoot daggers at Byron with her eyes.
“It was lovely to meet you Carrie, and fuck your husband. I hope Robert didn’t disappoint. If he did, it would be a first.” Joan sat down across from Carrie, snuggling close to Robert.
Although Joan was obviously trying to be nice, Carrie still wasn’t sure how she felt about her. She’d have to think about that.
Chapter 21
Josh started the car and pulled out of the driveway before turning to look at Carrie. There was tension between them that had to be cleared up, FAST. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt Carrie. He’d cut off his right arm before he do that. But he had and it was because of that scene with Joan.
Carrie was ominously quiet, staring straight ahead, never glancing at him, even once.
“Carrie, you’re upset aren’t you?” He looked at her and reached out to hold her hand.
She pulled her hand away and scowled at him. “What was that all about, that thing between you and Joan? What was with hitting her?”
“I don’t know. I can’t tell you why I did that; it was kind of instinctual. Honestly, she means nothing to me. I don’t know where that came from.” He pulled into their driveway and got out of the car quickly, anxious to get her door for her.
She got out and looked at him. This time, there was hurt in her eyes, not yet crying but close. Oh fuck!
When they were inside the house he pulled her hand, bringing her into his arms. “The only woman for me is you. We’re doing this for shits and giggles, right? Not to start any sort of affair or to hurt each other. I’m sorry. We never have to do that again, if this is the result.” He held her head to his chest, stroking her hair with his fingers. Shit, he was close to tears as well. He’d hurt the love of his life, his little Carrie.
She sniffed and pulled back to look at him, eyes red rimmed and tear filled. “If you had seen the look on your face when you were fucking her and slapping, you’d know why I’m hurt. I’ve never seen that kind of look when you’re with me. There was some kind of connection…” Her eyebrows pulled together and she shook her head.
“I’d never dream of slapping you! She challenged my masculinity the way she flaunted herself. It was the strangest feeling but it was sort of like, I wanted to put her in her place. But that’s not even it. No, it was that she was directing me, instead of treating me like an equal. Although I can’t see how Robert lets her away with it—a big muscular he man like him.” He tried to meet her eyes directly. But it was hard to do while trying to figure this out.
“So, I’m too submissive? Too nice to bring the beast in you out? It takes a ball breaker to do that?” The muscles on her face were tense, contorting her face, smirking at him.
“Look, I love the Carrie who is just Carrie, not some ball-breaker. I promise it’ll never happen again. I’ll back away from any woman who brings the beast out in me. That is, if you still want to go to these swinger parties. And, not to sound like a broken record but I’m okay with that too. The important thing is US, staying in love with each other. I won’t let anything ever come between us.”
“Except Sylvia’s hand playing with my clit…” She laughed and hugged him tight.
This was more like it. He sighed and rubbed his hand along the soft skin of her back. They’d hit a speed bump but seemed to be getting over it.
“And Mr. Beast, just maybe I’d like you to do that to me.” She eased back and jabbed the palm of her hands against his chest. “What do you have to say to that, Mr. Beast?” Again she jabbed him in the chest, hard enough to make him take a step backwards. If she wasn’t grinning he’d be worried.
“Think I’m some sweet little thing who’d do anything to have your big cock inside me? Well think again!” She jabbed him once more and turned to walk away. But not the way she normally walked. No, this time, she exaggerated the natural sw
ay of her luscious hips, planting one high heeled foot in front of the other, like a runway model. And she could get away with it with her sexy body in the short clinging sundress, except that she was too short to be a model. And too curvy.
If she was trying to get him worked up enough to ravish her, it was working. Right now, she’d look good with her clothes ripped off, straddled over his knee while he spanked her. So she wanted to be the naughty girl, needing a spanking. God, his cock was rock hard again.
He rushed after her and scooped her under his strong arm, carrying her into the bedroom. His hand grabbed the bodice of her dress and tore it from her shoulders and then down over her legs. The G string tore easily in his fist.
“Turn around.” His voice was commanding, a tone he’d never used with her before.
Her eyes were wide, almost frightened looking, betrayed by the upturned corners of her mouth, before she obeyed him.
His fingers fumbled at the clasp of her bra and he tore the last hook in his haste to get it off her. Now she stood naked before him. She turned her head, that sly smile on her face challenging him.
His hand scooped a handful of her dark hair into his fist and pushed her towards the bed. With the other hand he yanked his zipper down, fingers pulling to release the cock that was almost painful in his desire to fuck her.
She stumbled and caught herself on the way to the king sized bed, where he forced her head to the surface. At the hard smack on her ass cheek, she jumped and cried out before rolling her hips once more, tantalizing him in her sauciness.
He released her head and held his cock, pushing it between the cheeks of her ass, to her tight asshole. Again he slapped her ass. This time she moaned with pleasure. Harder than he’d ever fucked her, he pushed his cock into her. When she gasped at the sensation and pulled away, he slapped her hard. His fingers snaked around her waist and down to her clit. It was hard to tell whether she was wet because of the cum that was shot into her earlier or if this was arousal now.