My Boyfriend’s Boyfriends. Lisette Ashton

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СКАЧАТЬ darkness I realised there were two pairs of hands at work. I was straddling someone lying beneath me, and that person’s fingers were crawling over my bare skin. The other hands were still on my back, keeping me where I was.

      ‘Your lucky day, Ollie,’ Rick said, his rough stubble tickling my ear. ‘You and me are going to put madam here right in her place.’

      ‘Fuck,’ breathed Jon hoarsely, probably kneading his receding erection back into life. ‘Oh, fuck.’

      The darkness and the heavy music filled my head and, as the fingers probed my pussy, the other set of fingers ran over my buttocks. Without my eyes and with my ears deafened, my other senses were on red alert. I shifted slightly, and Ollie obviously took the movement as a sign that I was ready, because he lifted me slightly off him.

      Then I felt something jabbing at me. A little scream bunched up in my throat as I realised I was sitting on his incredibly thick, hard penis. I started to shake on my knees, and Ollie eased me downwards to engulf his waiting cock. I tilted forwards a little and it slid inside, and I felt him quiver with surprise or wonder or delight. Did my little niece do this for him? I tilted myself forwards to balance on his shoulders, and now my butt was raised in the air. I started to slide up and down Ollie’s cock. My tits dangled in his face, and I felt his mouth scrabbling and nibbling at my nipples, but he didn’t buck or thrust beneath me, just let his cock stand still and erect inside me, growing harder all the time it waited.

      All very well for him to be so controlled, but I couldn’t stop my body gripping, and his cock jolted every time I squeezed. Just as I wondered if we were going to sit still like this for ever, Rick pressed up against my back and pulled open my buttocks.

      ‘You OK with this, Sara?’ he muttered in my ear, pushing his stiff cock up between my cheeks. ‘Because it’s too bad if you’re not. We’re going to do you both ways!’

      I didn’t care any more. My body was aching and stretched, and my own pleasure was still waiting to be sated. All I wanted was to be fucked, all night if necessary. I wanted Sven back in the room, watching, and I wanted his mates to do me. I was pulled forwards onto the waiting Ollie, his young dick rubbing against my clit, and then tugged towards Rick, sliding his cock up and into my butt. I started to rock, the knot of desire ready to unravel, but they kept stopping me, stopping themselves, an incredible test of teasing and control, before starting the three-way dance all over again.

      Ollie started to move his hips. My insides were melting. The other hole loosened to let Rick in. His thick knob pushed, and I sucked him up my backside. Two cocks impaling me – God, it must look so dirty. I was a love machine, milking them for all their hot spunky pleasure.

      I heard the floorboard by the door creak. Sven was back. But all thoughts scattered as Rick started to rock back and forth, his breath hot on my neck, one big hand fanned out over my stomach to hold us both in that position. I let the rocking move me, carefully at first, amazed at how my body could accommodate two cocks at once, conflicting zones of exquisite pleasure as I fell forwards onto the rigid cock inside my cunt, then back onto the one inside my arse, and as I moved off one the other penetrated me, so that the storm of orgasm gathered at both places, sluicing up both orifices.

      I must have been groaning out loud, though nobody could hear me through the deafening music. We were all three rocking frantically, both men ramming their cocks until Ollie couldn’t hold it any longer and he jerked and bucked, still frantically sucking my nipples, spurting spunk, and then Rick brought up the rear as he yelled out loud with his final thrust.

      Someone turned the music off and a leisurely handclap started.

      We lay in a muddled heap for a moment, and then I tore the scarf off. At first the flickering candlelight made me dizzy, then I made out Sven, Rick and Jon gathered round a small glowing screen over by the piano. Ollie looked as if he’d passed out beside me.

      ‘Baby, that was amazing.’ Sven sat me on his knee and held out his video camera. ‘Not only do we have our own private porn film, but the guys want copies for themselves. What do you say?’

      I grabbed my red negligee and feebly tried to cover myself. They all looked at me, eager as puppies.

      ‘OK. Just make sure you show it to the wives.’

       Pussy Hunt

       Janine Ashbless

      ‘Stay in the car for the moment,’ says Dane, opening the driver’s door.

      I obey, watching as he walks out around the front and greets the others. Ours isn’t the only Land Rover parked here in the trees and, like Dane, the other men are all dressed in camouflage greens. It’s momentarily hard to tell everyone apart. I squint through the windscreen, trying to identify faces I’ve only really seen in photos. There’s Lewis – I remember him from his daughter’s wedding. That was almost my first weekend away with Dane, over a year ago now. And that blond guy – he looks familiar. I think he was the one who sang karaoke to Nickelback’s ‘Rockstar’ at the reception. But it was all a bit of a blur then, and I’d only had eyes for Dane at the time. If the others were at the wedding, I don’t remember.

      They’re grasping hands, and thumping each other on the back, and sharing cigarettes. There’s none of the awkward social fumbling I’ve seen when other male friends meet up. These guys are close. They’re supremely relaxed in each other’s company, I think, hearing the bark of their mingled laughter. Seven men. All ex-members of the same special forces troop. Dane went to a funeral back last February. He didn’t talk much about it, but that was one of theirs. Drove, drunk, into a motorway bridge, I gather.

      My mouth is dry, but I can feel myself sweating a little. My heart’s running fast. I thrust my hands down between my thighs and feel the warmth there. I clench my thigh muscles rhythmically, because there’s nothing else I can do for my nerves.

      I’m not sure which scares me more: the thought of them saying yes or the possibility they might reject me.

      Then Dane half-turns, and beckons me out.

      I step from the car and the smell of the summer woodland, overlaid with diesel fumes and cigarette smoke, hits me, along with the sound of birdsong. I feel ungainly as I walk forwards, into what has become a semi-circle of men turning to watch. I should slink seductively, but I’m too tense. I lick my lips, wrecking the scarlet lipstick I’ve painted on so carefully.

      They’re all remarkably similar-looking, in their military get-up. Big, tough-looking men. They haven’t let themselves go, though most have been retired from active duty for ten years or so, like Dane. He runs a military fitness business now, honing soft managerial types and skinny wannabe-tough-guy youths. He works hard and makes lots of money. And every six months he drives up to the Lake District to meet up with his old comrades in a bit of private woodland, and they shoot the crap out of each other with paintballs, and piss lager into bonfires, and smoke themselves cross-eyed.

      So to some extent they all look like him: weathered, fortyish, high foreheads, lined about the eyes, deep notches forming like bookends around their mouths. I don’t mind that. I’ve always liked older men. Dane’s got fifteen years on me and a lifetime of experiences he won’t discuss, but that just makes him more interesting as far as I’m concerned. He’s like a puzzle box of nested secrets.

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