by Bridy McAvoy
“You are a very naughty boy!”
“Why?”
“I know when I’ve been played. Does your father know you’re here?”
He nodded, then grinned at me. “Yeah, we played a few hands after you left and Dad came back. In the end it was between my brother and me as to who came around and made a pass at you. I won.”
I chuckled. “Does that mean your brother will be knocking on my door tomorrow night?”
“Probably.”
I broke contact with him and rose to my feet. I think he thought I was going to throw him out, but I actually appreciated his honesty, and if it came to finding someone for a quick fuck—well, he had already seen me naked. Instead of ordering him out, I locked the door and closed the drapes. “Won’t be a sec.” Leaving him sitting there, I went and shut the drapes in the bedroom too. I didn’t want his male relatives sitting outside watching me getting it on with him.
When I returned to the room, I paused at the kitchenette. “You want a beer?”
Steve smiled and rose to his feet, closing the distance between us and gently grasping my chin between his finger and thumb. “What I want is you, naked.”
I shuddered, his take-charge attitude was doing wonders to my psyche.
“So, you know what to do.”
“Where do you keep your music?”
“Sorry?”
He laughed but kept hold of my face, keeping my gaze locked with his own. “I didn’t say I was going to undress you. I thought I’d let you do that to some music.”
“You want me to do a striptease for you?”
“Clever girl.” His free hand swooped in low, and his fingers cupped my mound through my dress and underwear. I knew he could feel the heat as his hand slid around down there. In another minute he’d be feeling the moisture as well.
“Not happening.”
“Why not?”
“Because it wouldn’t last very long.”
“Oh?”
“Sure, I’m only wearing this dress and a thong. It won’t take long.”
“Maybe I want to watch you slide those stockings off down your gorgeous legs while you’re otherwise naked.”
I shook my head. “Another time, maybe. For now…”
Before he could make another move, I backed away from him, through the open bedroom door, beckoning him to follow me. I stopped next to the bed, and he paused in the doorway as my hands went behind the back of my neck. The halter was a simple Velcro fastening and I pulled it apart, the sound echoing around the room. I let go of the two straps and they fell forward. The jutting mounds of my breasts stopped the dress falling off but, as I brought my hands around the front, a quick jerk left me topless. A few seconds later, the dress cascaded down to the floor around my feet.
I stepped out of the dress and kicked it toward the wardrobe, then stepped out of my sandals, standing in front of him in just a tiny lace thong and my hold-ups. The thong disappeared almost as quickly as the dress and I sat on the side of the bed, my legs spread wide open, and beckoned him over. I don’t know if his father had boasted about my cock-sucking abilities, but he made no effort to stop me as I pulled him into the space between my legs and undid his fly. His cock was hard, and a little difficult to fish out of his boxers, but he helped me by pushing his jeans and boxers down by his knees as I licked the end of his cock.
He stood there, letting me do all the work as I slathered all over the head of his cock with my tongue. After a minute of this, my hands went around behind him and grabbing hold of his buttocks, I lowered my mouth over him and drew him all the way down.
“Fuck!” His reaction was the same as everyone else’s, expletive or blasphemy accompanied by hands arriving on the top of my head. He was no exception, although he made no attempt to press me further. I couldn’t go any further, my nose was already pressed against his pubic hair at the base of his cock. I kept my head there for several seconds, sucking hard, then slowly lifted my head up. Before he could do anything, I drove down again, taking him into my throat and forcing myself to breathe through my nose.
He groaned above me and seemed to hang on for dear life as I continued the process, alternating between holding him in my throat, and retaining just the head in my mouth, sucking hard while I bathed it with my tongue. It was obvious he wasn’t expecting anything like it. As a result he wasn’t going to last long. That, as always, suited me. It meant I could bring him off quickly and then get him hard again. Hopefully, in between, he’d return the favor.
A couple of minutes later his grip on the top of my head tightened and, inside my throat, I could feel his cock pulsing. I lifted my head for a moment, took another deep breath and plunged down again. He grunted and then I felt the first spurt fire straight down my throat. Pushing against his head, I lifted up, took the last few spurts in my mouth then pulled off and swallowed, looking up at him as I did so.
“Fuck, Sammie, you’re incredible.”
“I like to please.” Without letting him move I wriggled further onto the bed, keeping my legs spread apart. My fingers trailed down my stomach to my mound, gently brushing my pussy. “How about you lose your clothes and return the favor?”
His reaction was instantaneous. He didn’t take his eyes off my pussy as he stripped out of his clothes in a flying hurry. I almost giggled at his attempt at speed, especially when he was hopping while trying to remove his jeans. Then, naked, he dropped to his knees and leaned forward. He swatted my hand away and ran both his hands up the inside of my thighs. He caught my outer lips with his fingers and spread them apart. His head thrust forward and he brushed my clit with his nose and then thrust his tongue into me. I almost left the bed altogether in reaction.
I guess my scream may have unnerved him a little.
“Wha…”
I didn’t answer, just grabbed the back of his head and forced him back into position. I came a couple of minutes later, and a second time before I let him up for air. His face was covered with my juices and I pulled him up and licked them off him. That act was obviously so dirty in his mind that it got him hard again within seconds. Since he was already on top of me, it didn’t take him long to thrust into me. I felt him press between my outer lips and I lifted my knees, steepling them to improve the angle. He pushed further in and I groaned and shivered under him. He paused for a second, then pushed all the way home. I felt my muscles gripping him and he groaned at the feeling.
Then he started to fuck me, long, smooth strokes that heated me even further. My hips started to thrust up to meet him, and his hand found its way to my breasts. I realized he hadn’t touched them before that point, even though they’d been the focus of his eyes most of the time after I’d slipped my dress off. I wrapped my legs around him, using my feet to urge him to fuck me harder still. I think I came once more before he emptied himself in me.
Afterward we lay on the bed cuddling for some time as I stroked his cock with my fingers. He was messy, but I didn’t care—I wanted more. After about half an hour I guess he got embarrassed by the fact he couldn’t get hard again. He got off the bed and reached for his clothes. I offered him the use of the shower, but he shook his head. Five minutes later he let himself out, leaving me naked and somewhat unsatisfied on the bed. I’d cum maybe four times, but I was in a greedy mood and wanted more.
I used the shower myself and then crawled into bed. I watched the TV for a while, then turned it off and tried to go to sleep. I couldn’t though, there were too many ideas floating around in my head—fantasies, I guess. I eventually went to sleep with my fingers buried in my pussy, my head full of images of Max and his sons bending me, lifting me onto their kitchen table after losing a game of cards. They took turns fucking me in my mouth and pussy at the same time. I woke up in the middle of the night in a mess.
* * * *
I was back at the condo the following night, expecting to see Max for another lesson on the boat. As soon as I got home I dived in the shower. Once more I’d got a load of Mr. Bryant’s s
punk on my body. He’d stripped me to the waist before I blew him that night, then pulled out of my mouth and blasted all over my breasts when he came. He did that from time to time. I guess it was part of the power trip for him. It made me feel disgusting though, especially on the days he didn’t let me clean up before I got dressed. This time though, he had done, but I was still sticky and needed the shower.
I’d just finished drying my body and had my hair wrapped in a towel when I heard a knock on the door. It was way too early for Max to be there to give me my sailing lesson. It was going to be the last one, although I didn’t think it would be the last time I’d see Max. I was pretty sure he’d want to fuck me tonight out on the water, so I was planning my outfit to provide him with ample opportunities as I tied a bath towel around me and opened the bathroom door
Max Junior was standing there, his fist raised to knock again. He smiled as I opened the door, obviously pleased to see me in just a towel. My pulse quickened. I wondered if the brothers had traded off for me again, and this time Max Junior had beaten his brother, or whether that first trade had been for who went first. Steve had hinted his brother would be around.
“Hi.”
“Hi. Sorry, I guess I’m early.”
“I was expecting your dad.”
“He got tied up at the yard.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Cadets over at the yacht club had an accident this morning.”
“Anybody hurt?”
“Not in the accident, no. Three of the twelve-footer dinghies got in a tangle, ending up with two of them with their sides stove in. Since it’s the regatta on Saturday they need to get the boats fixed by then.”
I stood aside and motioned him to come in, then closed the door behind him. I could feel the pressure of his gaze on my butt as I walked toward the kitchenette, almost as if he was willing the towel to fall. I shivered and felt my pulse rate quicken. One little knot was all that stood between me and him.
“You said nobody got hurt at the accident, but after…?”
He chuckled. “Those cadets are a hard bunch. They knew whose fault it was and they beat on him for a while.”
“Oo…”
“Yeah. Well, he won’t show his face around the place for a bit. It was four of the girls that beat on him—kind of tough to live that down.”
“Doesn’t your father need your help? I mean, I wouldn’t mind postponing…”
“Nah. I’m the oily rag man—I can make anybody’s engine purr. My dad’s the hull man, he can join things together so that you can’t see the seam. My brother’s helping him. He’s an artist with a brush, can make any surface scream out its shine.”
I could read several double meanings into that if I wanted.
“Coffee? I was just about to make some and, as you can see, I’m not exactly dressed for a trip on the boat.” I turned around to find him right behind me. “Oh.”
“I think you’re dressed perfectly.”
I’d already guessed he wasn’t just around for the trip on the boat. I was going to find out what the third member of the family was like in bed.
“Yeah, definitely. Perfect.” He reached his hands out slowly—no threat in his movement—and his fingers touched the two ends of the knot in the towel. “In fact, there’s only one thing I can think of that would improve how you’re dressed.”
“What’s that?”
“A little tug here, a little tug there.” Each time he said ‘tug’ one of his hands did exactly that. I felt the towel loosen, but I didn’t care—my own arousal had kicked into overdrive. He stepped closer, looking down into my face as I looked up at him. The towel on my head slipped off, revealing my wet hair, but neither of us was bothered about that.
He tugged again, not hard, just enough to loosen it a little more. I felt the towel slip down an inch, but the swell of my breasts kept it from falling. One more tug and I’d be naked in front of him—naked with yet another fully dressed man. It was becoming almost my thing, if you know what I mean. Every sexual encounter seemed to start out with me naked, and the guy clothed. I guess you can blame Mr. Bryant for that.
I was almost panting with excitement. I wanted him, wanted to make it three from three of the men in Max’s family.
He tugged again and I felt the towel slither open and slowly cascade down my body. I shivered but didn’t break eye contact with him as the towel hit the floor. One of his arms went around me, as he leaned me back against the counter. His mouth found mine in a possessive kiss. His free hand dived between us, finding my mound, pressing against my outer lips. I wasn’t wet yet, but I could feel I was heating up.
He rubbed against me, stroking one finger up and down my slit as his tongue moved within my mouth. I got wet pretty damn quickly. I could see past his shoulder that the drapes were still open. They were still open in the bedroom too, and I knew that’s where I was going to be taken—in both senses of the word. My hand dropped to his groin in a copy of his own actions, grabbing his hardening cock through his jeans and rubbing it up and down.
We made out like this for a couple of minutes then, with a growl, he half-carried, half-dragged me into the bedroom. He was almost animalistic in his approach now, turned on by the fact, forty-eight hours after he’d first seen me naked, he had the chance to actually fuck me. I hit the bed, and bounced almost a foot or so into the air as he let go, his hands flying to his waist to undo his belt. For a moment fear overtook me as he pulled the belt through the loops of his jeans but he just dropped it. That taste of fear just turned me on more. No, I wouldn’t have enjoyed him using his belt on my naked ass, or anywhere else for that matter. The frisson of fear, though, stoked my fire, and by the time he was naked, I was sprawled on the bed, legs parted, waiting for him—more than ready.
I expected him to crawl between my legs, maybe eat me to an orgasm before fucking me, but Max Junior was a man of direct action. As he climbed onto the bed he grabbed my feet and lifted my legs into the air. I guess my mouth formed an ‘o’ of astonishment as he bent my legs back and back, opening me out. He pressed my thighs back against my breasts before he lined up his cock with my opening.
I grunted as he pushed in. I was wet enough, but he hadn’t checked any more, not since he’d removed his fingers from my mound in the kitchenette. I was wet enough, but not soaking, so I was tight as he pushed in—not painfully so, but there was some discomfort. The thought of being taken like that was playing havoc with my mind.
I went from aroused to fully aroused, to cumming in about a minute. It was so damned hot, just being taken like this. I guess I’d met a true Bull for the first time—a man who took what he wanted. If I got off on it, fine—if not, tough.
He was so different from his brother. Steve had made love to me, tenderly. Max Junior just took me. His father was somewhere in between, although definitely kinkier. It didn’t take him long to cum and, by the time he pulled out and let me stretch my legs out, they were aching.
As I lay there panting for breath he leaned over me and kissed me on the lips. “Coffee would be good.”
“Make it yourself!”
“Nope. Your house. You make the coffee.”
He literally chased me out of bed. I ended up making coffee for the two of us, naked, with his spunk sliding down my thighs, and with the drapes open. We never did take the boat out, and Max Junior fucked me another three times before I eventually persuaded him to leave at about midnight.
* * * *
On Thursday morning I could hardly open my eyes for work, and I was pretty sure Mr. Bryant wasn’t particularly appreciative about my lackluster performance that afternoon as he indulged in our usual sexual games. I went back to the house that night rather than go to the condo. Friday night I did go back to the condo, determined to go out.
Exactly the same thing happened. Max Junior came around. Saturday it was Max himself in the middle of the afternoon and he stayed until midnight too. I went back to the house on Sunday, then Monday night it was the condo with
Steve, Tuesday with Max Junior and then Wednesday with Steve again.
I was getting too much sex, four men fucking me on a regular basis. Thursday I managed to put more life into it for Mr. Bryant, and he seemed happier, but I went back to the house and did some real thinking. I couldn’t go on like this. Sure, I was getting more sex than I could handle and, most of the time—somewhat less so with Max Junior than the others—I was getting a lot of pleasure from it.
Something had to give. Above all else, my ALA studies were slipping, and I was starting to get behind on course work. It had been two weeks since you’d been in touch, and I’d missed you, but given what you’d said in that text, I couldn’t contact you—that was my pride getting in the way.
I couldn’t really change things with my boss, but I could do something about Max and his boys. Decision made, I called Max and asked him to come over to the condo at about three that Saturday.
* * * *
When Max turned up I was sitting on the decking outside. I was wearing skinny jeans. Remember, he’d never seen me in anything other than a skirt or shorts, usually short in both cases. The fact I was sitting outside, drinking a beer, with a cooler box next to me containing ice and several other beers told him this wasn’t going to be a ‘get naked and fuck’ session. He smiled and sank into the other chair. I wordlessly handed him a beer. He twisted the top off and took a pull at it.
“Come on, sweet cheeks, out with it.”
“Out with what?”
“With whatever’s on your mind.”
“What makes you think there’s something on my mind?”
“Don’t play games, Sammie. You, dressed like that, sitting outside in public so I can’t make a pass at you. What other clues do you need to give me?”
I bit my lip. Max had been good to me, despite that initial low-ball offer for my dad’s boat. Since then he’d been good. On occasions, in the bedroom or on the boat, he’d been very good. His sons had been good too, although the older one had seemed to be getting a bit possessive. He was also a bit more selfish as a lover.