Six More

by James Crow

  By the time we got outside, all the girls were wearing strap-ons and Suki was on her knees on a pool-side chair with her ass in the air, currently being fucked from behind by a lithe dark-haired beauty.

  Suki got a shock when she saw us approaching and made to get off the chair. I told her to keep going, picked up the video camera from the table and started it rolling, ensuring I got some neat shots as Suki’s sweet pussy was pummelled.

  ‘Thank you so much, Miss Emma,’ she said once she’d screamed out a big one. ‘And happy birthday.’

  Bless my best pal. I felt for her, having no real cock to get off on, so I asked the girls to fuck each other around the pool and, while they duly obliged, I pulled my husband’s cock from his shorts and told Suki to go fuck herself.

  ‘Really, Miss Emma?’

  ‘Really,’ I said, capturing her grinning face on film, ‘let me hear you scream.’

  Jonathon laid back on his lounger and Suki was on him like a kid in a candy shop, gripping his hard cock and licking and sucking it.

  ‘Fuck her good, husband,’ I said. His fingers went up her pussy and he lifted her on top of him.

  The look of pure pleasure on Suki’s face as he lowered her onto his cock was to die for. I knew how tight she was, how Jonathon once said that fucking Suki’s pussy was like fucking ass. The look of pleasure on my husband’s face was a joy, too.

  ‘Happy birthday to me,’ I said as Suki started to ride him. He gripped her tits in both hands as she slid up and down his monster cock.

  The girls fucking each other around the pool were enjoying the scene, so much extra moaning and groaning. And I laid back on my lounger, coffee in one hand, camera in the other, and filmed it all as orgasm after orgasm was cried out, until eventually Suki went into meltdown mode, fell against my husband’s chest and screamed like a banshee as he fucked her fast. It was beautiful to watch. Life was beautiful. I was a very lucky girl.

  ‘Well that was a good start to the day,’ Jonathon said.

  All the girls were in the pool now, along with Suki.

  ‘We should go out for the day,’ I said, ‘didn’t you say this place had bicycles?’

  ‘Ah, I was joking,’ he said, ‘but Caran told me about a pub that does the meanest spider crab. Apparently it’s on a clifftop overlooking the sea.’

  ‘Sounds amazing,’ I said. ‘Let’s do it. Shall we take the Mercedes?’

  The grin on Jonathon’s face told me he had other ideas.

  ‘What?’ I asked.

  He kissed me on the nose. ‘A trip out wouldn’t be complete without a bit of kink, would it?’

  Emma

  ‘What’s he up to?’ I asked Suki as she smeared Factor 50 over my tits.

  ‘Dunno,’ she shrugged, ‘just Mr Gold say you must be totally cover.’

  I knew that she knew. I knew my husband well. I also knew Suki’s excited grin. But I went along with it, stood there in the courtyard, naked apart from my socks and trainers, arms and legs wide as Suki spread sun cream in every nook and cranny.

  Jonathon returned carrying a bulging rucksack and a duvet. He went to the garage, waving us over.

  ‘It’ll be quite the thrill,’ he said, ‘and Suki can film through the cab window.’

  He laid out the duvet in the back of the pickup. It was a nice thick one, which was thoughtful, I suppose. The idea was to lie me down and shackle me spread-eagled.

  ‘It’s a fifteen-minute drive to the pub,’ he said, ‘should be quite the blast.’

  Now I knew why I was smothered in Factor 50, but I didn’t like the idea of being totally shackled. ‘What if a wasp lands on my pussy?’

  Jonathon agreed to ditch the shackles. ‘Better idea,’ he said.

  He dropped the tailgate and spread the duvet out. I climbed on up and laid down. My kinky hubs brought ropes, tied them around my knees and spread me wide, tying the ropes to the truck’s side panels. The truck was quite high, and the side panels and tailgate were a good two-foot high, so any passing cars wouldn’t be able to see me.

  ‘It’s passing trucks I’m worried about,’ I said.

  Jonathon laughed. ‘That’s the whole idea. You get off by flashing the driver.’

  ‘Or cover myself up,’ I said, waving my free hands at him.

  He nodded. ‘The choice is yours.’

  ‘What if we’re stopped by the cops?’

  ‘Unlikely,’ he said, ‘not as if I’m going to be breaking any speed limits. I’ll be careful.’

  And so it was. I laid there spread out, staring at the cloudless blue sky as Jonathon drove the truck out of the compound with Suki in the passenger seat, filming through the cab window.

  I wasn’t convinced it was that good an idea until we hit the main road and the breeze flowing over me was soothing, refreshing. I relaxed, hands behind my head and enjoyed the feeling of freedom, of being out there totally naked with my legs spread wide in the back of a truck with cars whizzing us by. In fact, it was making me horny.

  I felt the tilt of the truck and the slowing down as we hit an incline. Felt the truck moving to one side and guessed we must be overtaking a slower vehicle.

  Of course we were. A bloody great lorry. And Jonathon overtook the thing so damn slowly. Slow enough that the lorry’s driver – an old bloke with glasses – stood up in his cab to get a better look.

  My hands flew to my exposed pussy, but instead of covering up, I pushed two fingers into myself and give it a good fingering. The driver made a wanking gesture with his hand and tooted his horn before Jonathon put his foot down and put some distance between us.

  I could hear Suki laughing. Her laughter made me laugh, and my fingers went back for more. Enjoying the sun beating down on me and the bubbling horniness between my legs, I was thinking how stupid I’d been not to bring a dildo along with me when the roar of a big engine got my attention. I saw it then, looming large over the tip of the tailgate – it was a bus – or a coach – one of those high-end fancy things with huge side mirrors. The digital sign across the top of its front window said Penzance Pirates RFC – and there were pendants hanging either side of it in red and gold stripes. A rugby team.

  The guy behind the wheel was craning his neck to get a good look at me, shouting back over his shoulder as he pulled the coach dangerously close. He was soon joined by others, four or five heads bobbing for a view. My hands flew to my pussy, this time covering myself, I didn’t know why, this just didn’t feel right at all.

  The coach suddenly fell back and swerved to my left, the roar of the engine and it was pulling up alongside, keeping pace with the pickup even though Jonathon had put his foot down.

  All along the side of the coach, faces at every window. Big guys – really big guys – most with beards – and all of them shouting and making obscene gestures. Windows were being cracked open, their shouts gruff and loud as the bus slowly passed by.

  I wished them gone, I really did, the nerves running through me. Maybe I should have put on a show, but still, it was as if I could feel their aggression – taste it. I was glad they were gone, or almost gone, until I felt the pickup swerve and saw the tail end of the coach move so close to the pickup that I could see the colour of the guy’s eyes who was waggling his tongue at me.

  My gut rolled as the pickup swerved and I closed my eyes to the sound of thrashing branches as a shower of leaves rained down on me and the pickup lurched and bounced. We’d left the road, into a field, and came to stop in a cloud of golden wheatears.

  I hastily went to the rope at my knee to get myself free. Heard Jonathon shouting, doors opening and slamming shut. The tailgate dropped down and Jonathon was there, one knee up on the bed of the truck when big hands landed on his shoulders and pulled him back.

  There was a swarm of them, big guys – real big guys – all in red and gold striped shirts and black shorts. Jonathon was dragged away. I heard Suki screaming. Two guys were climbing onto the truck as I freed up my other knee. I tried to jump over the side but strong ha
nds grabbed my ankles and dragged me back, slid my ass to the tailgate, taking the bunched-up duvet with me.

  I lashed out, caught one guy across his face, but that only made him angrier, pinning me down, three of them as the one with the ginger beard that I’d smacked pushed his fingers into me.

  ‘Nice cunt,’ he said, freeing up his cock. His big fucking cock. Somehow I managed to get one leg free from their grip and I swung it hard, catching the bastard in the ribs, he fell back and I screamed blue murder, thrashing and struggling and I broke free, pushed myself over the side of the pickup and I ran into the field of wheat, glancing back to see Jonathon pinned to the floor by three of the fuckers, and Suki, held still by one big guy with his arm around her face. Shit, shit, shit!

  I ran like crazy, a swarm of red and gold fuckers chasing me. Despite my arms pumping and my feet leaping through the tall stalks of wheat, and despite Jonathon’s booming voice yelling at me to run, I knew I wouldn’t get far.

  I was brought down with a flying tackle that had me slewing through the wheat, the wind knocked out of me. Strong hands flipped me onto my back, and ginger beard, the one I’d smacked, was grinning down at me.

  ‘Thanks for the fucking invite,’ he said, his fierce eyes fixed on my pussy. He was pulling his cock from his shorts, working it hard in seconds and all I could do was clamber backwards through the wheat stalks, too out of breath to speak, or beg. I wanted to beg.

  ‘No,’ I managed as ginger was joined by his mates. I was surrounded, a circle of muscle, all with their cocks in their hands.

  ‘I suggest you make this easy,’ ginger said as my shoulders were pushed down and my ankles grabbed.

  I was pinned and helpless, legs held wide as ginger dropped to his knees.

  ‘Please don’t,’ I said. ‘Please,’ my heart was pounding so hard.

  ‘You were asking for it, babe,’ he said, leaning over me and I felt his hardness touching me.

  ‘No,’ I said again, ‘I was… I was just having fun.’

  The fucker licked his lips. ‘There’s fifteen of us. Think you can handle fifteen dicks?’

  A cock slapped off my cheek. I turned away from it only to be slapped on the other cheek by another.

  I felt sick, and dizzy, my heart racing way too fast. I opened my mouth to scream… and that’s when I saw Jonathon stepping up behind ginger. He was smiling. Had the video camera pointing at me.

  What the?

  ‘Happy birthday,’ he said.

  ‘You…’ bastard, I was going to say, but couldn’t say a thing as ginger’s cock sunk into me.

  ‘Enjoy,’ Jonathon said.

  Suki stepped up then. She took hold of the cock belonging to the guy behind ginger, dropped to her knees and started sucking on him.

  ‘Bastard,’ I finally said as ginger fucked me, but I could say no more as a cock filled my mouth.

  We’d talked of this fantasy many times. Jonathon said one day he’d make it happen – surprise me when I was least expecting it. I relaxed then – if you could call it relaxed, surrounded by fifteen meaty men all working their cocks.

  Ginger made me moan, but he didn’t come. He moved away and the next guy took his place while I sucked two cocks at once. My arms were freed up and I happily squeezed balls as guy number three swapped places with guy number two.

  And so it went on, an orgy of sweating beefcakes and my pussy was on fire. I was soon coming but none of the guys did. I knew what they were saving it for. I knew my fantasy.

  After the sixth guy had had a go I was flipped onto my knees and taken from behind. One guy in front with his cock down my throat. Two guys lying underneath me sucking and biting my tits. I was coming again, my thighs soaked, my body a trembling mess.

  And so it went on. I lost count of the orgasms. It felt like a dream. A hazy filthy dream as fifteen man-mountains grappled, prodded, poked, bit and sucked and fucked me. A beautiful dream as Jonathon moved around, filming it all. As Suki jumped from one cock to the next, giggling and slapping asses.

  I felt like the filthiest slut on the planet and it was a dream come true, especially after the fifteenth cock. They’d saved the best for last – well, almost, I knew who would be last. Guy fifteen had some girth on him, it was a stretch, and he showed no mercy, thumping into me so hard that my pussy was squelching all around him and I was coming thick and fast.

  He pulled out and I was lifted to my knees, and there I knelt among the wheat stalks under the red-hot sun, a sweat-soaked slut, my pussy throbbing like crazy, as fifteen guys surrounded me, all stepping up close and blocking out the sun. I kept my eyes open like the good slut I truly was and opened my mouth for them.

  Fifteen jerking cocks all came at the same time, ribbons of hot cum streamed across my face, my tits, filled my mouth and dribbled off my chin. I lapped it all up. Knelt there and took it all until the last of it streaked my face and the guys all moved back.

  And there was my man, naked, cock standing proud, my fantasy finale. I laid back and opened my legs for him, my clit buzzing with anticipation. He dropped to his knees and lifted my legs over his shoulders.

  ‘Good girl,’ he said, sinking his cock into me.

  I felt so loved as he fucked me, crazy as it sounds. I don’t know how he’d pulled it off, but he had, my fantasy had come true, and now my beautiful man was fucking me. I held his face in my hands, Aunt Fee’s words coming back to me… A cock is just a cock unless it belongs to the man you love.

  ‘I love you, you crazy bastard,’ I said.

  ‘Love you too, wife,’ he said, picking up the pace.

  I felt him coming. Felt him filling me up. And I came, too. A beautiful come that made the sky spin. I fell into it, a dizzy haze of wonderful love. I felt alive, and so, so lucky to have a man like Jonathon Gold.

  When he helped me to my feet, there was no sign of the fifteen rugby players, or their coach.

  ‘Well,’ I said.

  ‘Well,’ he said.

  ‘Wow-fucking-wee!’ said Suki.

  Jonathon had brought everything I needed to get cleaned up. Him and Suki showered me with bottled water and it took a whole pack of wipes to get all the cum gone.

  He helped me into my blue strappy dress and soon we were back on the road, heading back towards our holiday fortress.

  ‘No pub outing?’ I asked.

  ‘Not today,’ he said, ‘If all has gone to plan, Caran will be waiting for us.’

  ‘Another surprise?’

  ‘Of course.’

  ‘And the Penzance Pirates, how the hell did you arrange that?’

  ‘There is no such team,’ he said, ‘Caran said she could arrange anything I desired, and she did.’

  ‘I’m impressed,’ I said. ‘And a bit sore.’

  ‘You were amazing,’ he said, ‘can’t wait to watch it back.’

  ‘You said Caran would be waiting? Now I’m worried what other fantasies you’ve been sharing with her.’

  ‘Wait and see,’ he said.

  Jonathon

  ‘Shit,’ Emma said as we approached Boreass Barn and she saw the rugby coach parked up on the verge.

  ‘They’re here?’ she asked.

  ‘Here for the party,’ I said, taking the pickup around the back of the barn and onto the track leading to the fortress.

  The gates opened as we approached and there was the rugby team, still in their gold and red striped tops and black shorts. They’d formed a guard of honour, a line of players either side of the gates and they cheered and applauded as I drove the pickup slowly through.

  ‘Fucking hell,’ Emma said.

  ‘Fucking cool,’ Suki said, capturing it all on film.

  Knowing what an exhausting time Emma would have had as her gang bang fantasy was brought to life, Caran had suggested a relaxing pool party. Judging by the setup, this promised to be anything but relaxing.

  There were four gazebos – two either side of the pool. The tables inside held many ice buckets with magnums of Krug champagne, an
d on the floor, huge cooler boxes loaded with ice and bottled beers.

  Caran and her toyboy, Chris, were waiting to greet us after we’d parked up.

  ‘Happy birthday, dear,’ she said to Emma, pulling her into a hug. ‘Did you have fun?’

  Emma thanked her for organising such a treat, and we were shown to our poolside seats under the shade of three huge parasols, while the rugby team made for the beers.

  ‘Just a little party,’ Caran said, ‘and my lovely boy has baked you some treats.’

  Her lovely boy got up and disappeared into the kitchens, returning with a cloche-covered serving platter. He placed it on the table and lifted the cloche to reveal a pile of chocolate brownies.

  ‘Are they what I think they are?’ Emma asked a swaying and grinning Chris. It seemed he’d already had his fill.

  ‘Nothing like a happy party,’ Caran said, helping herself.

  ‘Made with our own home-grown skunk,’ Chris said, ‘I’ll go fetch the coffee.’ And off he went, snapping his fingers to an imaginary beat.

  When in Rome, I thought. ‘Delicious,’ I said, taking a bite.

  Suki joined in, virtually swallowing the first one whole, licking her fingers and helping herself to another.

  ‘There’s lots of food to come,’ Caran said, ‘these will certainly give you an appetite.’

  Chris returned carrying two coffee pots.

  ‘Now that we’re all settled,’ Caran said after coffee was served, ‘let’s get the party started.’ She nodded to Chris who walked up to the gong and gave it a kick with his heel.

  The rugby team helped themselves to beers and sat at the edge of the pool as the first girl exited the kitchens. It was the lithe dark-haired beauty that had been servicing Suki earlier that morning. She was naked, of course, had a huge bush of hair between her legs, and she was carrying a big cake on a plate. She stopped before Emma.

  ‘Happy Birthday, madame. My name is Aurelie and I have made you my favourite black forest gateau.’

  ‘Thank you,’ Emma said, ‘it looks really good.’

  It did look good. My stomach rumbled for a taste. I guessed I was getting the munchies. My dick twitched for a taste of Aurelie, too, her French accent enough to make my balls tingle.