3 comments/ 13414 views/ 10 favorites More and More Ch. 01 By: GeorgieH We had been married almost fifteen years and we were beginning to feel it. Mike was still attentive and gentle, but even he had to admit that things were slowing down in the bedroom department, so to speak. It wasn't really upsetting me at that point, but I could see the warning signs and my body was starting to insist that the matter was addressed. None of that sounds unusual, does it? Or unreasonable? Looking back on those days now, though, I do sometimes wonder if I over-reacted to something that was entirely normal and natural. I know that sexually, we of the fairer gender tend to mature much later than guys, and that in many ways at thirty-seven I might even have been peaking. And yet... Mike and I had skirted around the subject for months before one evening last May (and three bottles of delightful white wine) brought matters to the forefront of our tipsy conversation. "Am I starting to lose my looks, then? My appeal?" Mike laughed, "Amy, you are as gorgeous now as you've ever been to me." "To you? Do you mean I'm getting fat as I approach forty and it doesn't bother you but others might not like it?" "Don't be silly," he poured more naughtiness, "You're no bigger now than you were in your teens. Even your nips haven't headed south by more than a fraction of an inch." "A good inch, at least," I said with a sigh, learning what 'in vino veritas' was all about, "And let's face it, I'm not exactly Dolly Parton up here." I pointed to my t-shirt covered boobs. "I wouldn't want you to be. Your tits are a perfect size and whatever you say, they can still turn any straight guy's head." "So why," I asked, trying to get back to the question of Mike's waning sexual appetite, "don't you jump all over me all the time like you used to?" It was Mike's turn to sigh, "You want the truth?" "D'oh." "Fair point, of course you do. Well..." he paused and I was starting to dread what he'd say next before he managed to find the words. "It's like this. I'm not bored with you. I do still find you very attractive. I'm just finding it harder to show that myself. I know the whole 'it's me, not you' thing is a terrible cliché sometimes, but, Amy, this time it's for real." He paused for a second, "I guess what I'm trying to say is that it takes more, somehow, to get me as excited now as just a look at your loveliness used to do for me." To be fair, his words were something of a relief to me but I still needed more reassurance, "Do you mean you're bored of me?" "No! Bored is entirely the wrong word. I just seem to need a little more stimulation from you than I once did." "More cunning tongue?" "No, again - although I maybe should have said 'yes' - I was... Do you remember the party last month when I got rather worked up?" I snorted Chablis, "Oh yes!" It was hard to forget that Saturday night since it was the last time Mike had not just performed brilliantly in bed after the party, but he'd actually managed to fully satisfy me - something of a rarity of late. "So, what has that got to do with this?" "You have to remember it was you who got me so aroused, so worked up for it in every sense, yes?" "I certainly remember a night of fulfilment. But what exactly was the difference that night?" He set his glass on the coffee table and put an arm around my shoulders, "Amy, I got like that because of how you looked." He stared into my eyes and when I didn't react - didn't follow what he meant - he spelled it out for me. "You looked so good in front of Tim and Simon, so sexy. And that dress..." "You're saying that I looked good because my tits were almost falling out of it?" The garment in question had been bought by me for the occasion, but I maybe should have tried it on in the shop without a bra - when I wore it at the party sans-support I found that the dress must have been designed by a guy with a tit-fetish as I really did threaten to spill out of it with every stretch or turn. "I guess I am, sort of." My wine-addled mind was working overtime, "Are you saying that if I look slutty then you get excited?" I wasn't sure I liked the direction the conversation was going. "No!" Mike kissed the top of my head, "Not slutty, you looked really, genuinely sexy and...well... daring... I guess." "Sexy?" "Very. And daring." My mind insisted that Mike had made sure the conversation was avoiding the mines that it had seemed destined to meander through and those two words started to take root. Sexy and daring. "Would it have worked if I was just sexy?" "Just like normal, you mean?" The conversation was now heading for entirely safe ground - perhaps now you can see why I love him so much, "Good answer, but I guess what you mean is that we had that night of delight because the dress was - accidentally, please note - very revealing and always threatening to reveal even more?" "Please don't think I'm turning into a perv, but yeah, I guess that's what I do mean." In fairness, the constant threat of exposure in front of Mike's two friends had started to warm me rather than annoy me after a glass or two that night. And, my Chablis-influenced mind asked, 'was that such a bad feeling'? It wasn't. Daring, yes, but too much? No. "You're no perv," I told Mike, "And do you know what? If that's the sort of night that follows me being daring... well, maybe I think it's worth it!" I was looking up into his eyes and they seemed to swell. His right hand dropped to my t-shirt and his lips descended to meet mine as he started to fondle me. Within seconds, the kiss had become ravenous and clothing was being pulled from our eager bodies. Mike took me - entered me - as I was bent over the back of the sofa, his hardness parting my still-tight labia with a force that had me wailing with delight. We fucked then - no love-making, pure fucking - and to my happy surprise my own climax began seconds before Mike's cum spurted inside me. It was all so fast and furious and left me thinking hard as much as I was panting. We lay together on the sofa after that first bout and my mind was whirling. Sure there was Chablis involved, and sure I'd just been well and truly fucked nearly senseless, but some logic circuits were still clattering away. That had been great sex and I knew there was more to come when Mike recovered a little - but that was just after talking about something. The night of the party had been after it had happened physically and I just knew I would go a long way to have that repeated. If it meant that I needed to take a chance with my dress, so what? I wasn't actually doing anything untoward, just allowing the threat of an accident... I turned my head to Mike, "You really think that a little excitement like a daring dress is all that's needed to rekindle your fire, then?" He raised himself on one elbow, "Put simply, yes. You know I've always thought you were oh-so beautiful and it's always turned me on knowing that others see you that way as well. Being that daring is like... well, it's like taking that little extra step that I seem to need these days to get me fired up." "I'll do it again, then." His eyed widened, "You mean..." "Mike, I want us to enjoy each other as much as we can." I meant it wholly and completely, "If all it takes," (I really did say 'all'), "is for me to wear something desperately low-cut or loose or badly tied up then, yeah, I'll do it. Just remember, though, this might be for us overall, but the dress thing is purely for you." "Can we... really plan something tomorrow, maybe?" "Just so long as you promise to come dress shopping with me - promise to buy the right dress - then yes." I wasn't that dumb, honest, "We'll find something that comes within a millimetre or two of showing these off, shall we?" I placed his hand on my tits. We were fucking again within seconds, and all night long all I needed to do for more was remind Mike of my promise. I finally fell asleep, exhausted and sated, my wine-fuelled mind wondering just how much better it could possibly get when I did the real thing and didn't just talk about it... ***** The next few days saw me soul-searching but I came up empty-handed when it came to anything 'wrong'. No matter how I looked at things the benefits so far outweighed the drawbacks that there was simply no doubt in my mind that I should go through with things. Certainly I'd already told Mike I would do it anyway, but if the worst had come to the worst I would have blamed the French vino and reversed my promise. Thankfully, by the end of the week I was still firmly in the 'I'll do it' camp. It's true that I have a modicum of shyness but I genuinely think that it's more a case of me being 'reserved' rather than 'shy as a church mouse'. I won't go to the beach if I can avoid it and when I can't dodge events, I always wear a figure-covering one-piece bathing costume. I have chosen a succession of female doctors and even avoided getting ill for a year when we lived in a village where they only had male practitioners. I've never been seen topless, let alone photographed - and the photography thing includes Mike - and I have never dared volunteer at a hypnotist's show just in case it's not utter garbage and I'm susceptible enough to have him or her showing off an inch more than I am comfortable with normally. I'm no prude, either. My tits might not be Parton-esque, but my 34b (I just knew you'd want to know) bust has been well-outlined by many figure-hugging garments over the years. I don't always wear a bra, either - just so long as everything is hidden away I can actually be quite daring (well, it makes sense to me). So, my decision was founded on a lovely mixture of love, lust and personal-sensibilities. I won't pretend for a second that I didn't enter into the 'game' willingly and happily. ***** The first of the 'games' had been planned for the next Saturday night. Mike obviously didn't want to hang around for too long in case I changed my mind or he had a heart attack or something, and for my part I wanted to get the first deliberate play out of the way so I could assess just how it affected all of us and would prepare me for further forays into the territory of risk. Part of the deal had been a new, Mike-funded, dress and my lovely husband was as good as his word. He came along with me to select the daring garment and even managed to avoid spraying me with his excitement in the dress shop's changing room. We lasted as long as the shopping mall's public lavatory where Mike came into the loo with me and 'helped me with a stuck contact lens'. Quite how him cumming hard in my eager pussy was 'helping my eye' I don't know - but I wasn't complaining (as long as moaning doesn't count). The evening was planned as a dinner party for the lucky guys from before, Mike's friends Tim and Simon, and I prepared the two courses (none of us were into a starter) well in advance so that re-heating and serving were all that was required. This was partly to make everything run smoothly, and partly because I wasn't so sure my hands would be sufficiently tremble-free to carry out the preparations after I was dressed for the night. Sure, I was all for doing this thing, but that didn't mean to say I wasn't as nervous as a kitten. Half an hour before Tim and Simon were due to arrive I took myself off to the bedroom where I changed into the dress. I stared at the mirrored doors of our wardrobe for fully five minutes after that, astonished and ever-more nervous as the minutes ticked past. The garment in question was midnight blue. The hem of its dress hung loosely, almost to my knees, plenty long enough to hide the fact that I was wearing a pair of dark hold-ups that finished mid-thigh. But the top... Well, the lower half of me wore small silky white panties under the dress, but if I'd tried to wear a bra - even a strapless one - it couldn't help but be seen. The neck plunged into a wide 'v' shape that finished a fraction under my bust, exposing my cleavage completely. And the panels of material on either side of that 'v' were certainly very wide apart. Even when I drew the two halves together as far as the dress would allow, my nipples were barely covered, my pink - and mercifully small - areolae just millimetres away from exposure. The fact that the whole situation was arousing was a blessing in disguise, the hardness of my nipples serving to snag the top parts of the dress in such a way that they stayed covering me. This was a monster risk and for a few seconds I wondered whether it might not be best to find something else to wear, something a little less risky... But then a memory or Mike's eyes sprang to mind, followed by the delightful memory of him virtually jumping on me just talking about this moment... Sure, this was a risky dress and sure, this was a risky adventure - but that was the whole point, after all. If this went well - as I was sure it would - then I would have the old, ever-horny husband back where he belonged: inside me. This would be the first occasion of as many as it took to make sure my satisfaction levels were met in the best of possible ways. Heat flashed through my sex and my already firm nipples turned to stone. I was ready. ***** When I went downstairs to wait for the remaining ten minutes, Mike's eyes nearly popped out of his head - and his cock tented the rather nice trousers he was wearing, now rather uncomfortably. "I take it you like my dress?" "Holy fuck, yes!" Any lingering fears and doubts evaporated from my mind, "Just remember, I'm yours and yours alone, so don't let anyone get too close." "I promise." "And, Mike, this really is a risky little number... so if anything slips even the tiniest bit, if there's so much as a millimetre of pink on show, you must - MUST - tell me, ok?" "You mean straight-away, don't you?" I gave him a dark stare, "You know I do." "Ok, ok, I promise." "Mike," I said softly as a car drew to a halt in the road outside the front garden, "If you are a good boy and keep those promises, I will do this again and again for you. For us. Ok?" The utter wildness left his eyes for a few moments, "Amy, I will. And baby?" It wasn't a word he used for me very often, and when he did it was always in the most loving of moments, "Yes?" "I adore you and I will protect you forever." "I love you too, Mike - so very much." ***** The dress was an obvious hit right from the moment we opened the door to Tim and Simon, the latter in particular making no effort to hide his delight. "Amy," he said immediately, "You look absolutely stunning. You're a lucky man, Mike." "Thanks," I said, "And he'd better know it!" "Yeah, thanks, and I do, I promise." I turned quickly and led us all into the living room where glasses of wine had already been poured for everyone. I pointed them out to our guests and excused myself so I could retreat to the kitchen. There, I first checked that the dress was still in place - it was - and then checked that my make-up was still hiding the deep blush that I felt burning my cheeks. My face seemed fine but a tell-tale pink patch was glowing either side of my throat and I quickly added more powder to those areas to disguise the fact that I wasn't feeling quite as comfortable as I wanted to appear. Suitably camouflaged I returned to the living room, a small slam of oven door completing my excuse before I left the kitchen. The conversation was rapidly altered as I entered the room but I affected not to notice anything, picking up my wine glass as I told them that I would serve the first, main, course in a few minutes. I glanced at Mike then and the love and lust in his eyes almost made me choke on my first sip of wine. That look deepened as the conversation stuttered on, me seemingly unaware of the repeated glances at my barely covered breasts. The wine disappeared from my glass in no time and I replenished everyone's drinks before heading back to the kitchen, still clutching my own beverage. Once again, my first action in the sanctuary of the kitchen was to make sure the dress still covered everything properly - which was thankfully true - and then I busied myself setting out the four dishes that comprised our main course. I was serving an over-elaborate but rather pretty baked vegetable mixture with pieces of warm, exotically spiced beef. It was a far simpler task to prepare than it looked on the four plates, where spirals and whirls of thinly cut aubergine, chard, sweet peppers, courgettes and half a dozen other delicacies vied for space with the aromatic strips of meat. I took four seed-speckled rolls from the lower oven and arranged the warm breads in a wicker basket. Happy that everything looked ready, I glanced down at myself and shuddered delightfully when I saw a thin crescent of bobbly pink flesh protruding from the left side of the top of my dress. Covering myself again, I wondered which of the guys might explode first if they had seen that much of me - and without meaning to, how many climaxes I might receive from Mike... I quickly slammed the brakes on my over-heated mind and grabbed the first two plates. I gave my oh-so nearly exposed breasts a last safety check then headed backwards through the kitchen door. Our guests were in a positive rush to seat themselves in the dining room and I received an unexpected - but not unpleasant - surprise when I realised that my bust was at their head-heights when they sat Simon asked half a dozen questions about the food in quick succession, forcing me to stand no more than two feet from his side, and I answered as quickly as I could in a polite manner before finally excusing myself, saying something about them needing to get the rolls to go with their main courses. To my surprise Mike, who had been standing across the table from me and the guests, followed me out into the kitchen 'to grab the bread things'. "There's really no need," I began when the kitchen door swung closed behind us. My husband put a finger to my lips, "There is," he said with a sigh, "I must be mad, but a promise is a promise." "Mad? Promise?" He nodded down at the front of my dress, "I can see the tiniest hint of pink on your left breast. There, promise kept." I looked down and he was right - just barely, but right. "Well, thank you... it's not too bad, either, but I guess once a slip starts it must get hard to stop!" I went to adjust the top of the dress, but Mike's hand stayed mine, "Amy... if I asked for something really outrageous from you, would you kill me? Would you file for divorce?" I knew - absolutely knew - what he was going to say if I let him. And yet he'd been so good about coming with me to warn me... And something was happening deep inside my mind and belly. If it pleased Mike, it would please me... so if it delighted him, then surely it would end up delighting me? It was my turn to put my finger to his lips. I turned and grabbed the wicker basket, spinning and handing it to Mike in one movement. And then, without adjusting the dress at all, I picked up the last two plates. "See? No murder and no divorce. Now open that door for me before I change my mind." Mike's eyes rolled - genuinely rolled - but he recovered in no time, and before my screaming brain could make itself heard, I stepped after him into the dining room. A silence spread between the guys as I set Mike's plate down first and then mine. I had to lean forward to put my own plate on its mat and I felt the top of the dress slip just a tiny fraction, felt my hard left nipple snag more firmly in the material. I dashed back to the kitchen to find my wine glass, downing the last of its contents before I looked down to see what I knew was already so visible. Almost half of my left nipple was exposed and now one wrong move would see my breast slip free completely. The small area of visible pink flesh took on monstrously large proportions in my mind, but then I thought about the looks in the eyes of our guests - and Mike. More and More Ch. 01 Right then I wanted to please him more than I ever had before, even though I knew the risk had magnified. I realised as the thoughts tumbled through my mind that this whole thing was making me hot and wet, and whether that was the knowledge of what was to come with Mike later or what I was actually daring myself to do right then I had no idea. And I didn't care. I crossed to the fridge and found a half-drunk bottle of something white inside. I liberated it and filled my empty glass. I drank a mouthful and then stared at the kitchen door. If I stepped through that with the dress so precariously snagged on my hard nipple I might well... I took a first hesitant step without touching the dress. Then a second. A third and fourth took me to the door itself and I pushed it open before I could change my mind, walking boldly to my seat. Six eyes followed my every move and the last vestiges of control flew from my mind. I twisted to my right where Mike sat, open-mouthed, and I kissed his shocked lips as I felt the dress slip further, my left nipple springing free. Even if I hadn't felt it as I kissed the disbelieving Mike, two sharp intakes of breath from Tim and Simon should have alerted me to something 'wrong'. I let the kiss go on, let our guests see my bared breast. Finally I sat back, still apparently unaware. Simon, with a valiant attempt at being a nice guy, coughed and pointed cross at my naked breast, "Um, Amy, your, er, dress... I looked down and froze in apparent horror, "Mike!" My husband leaned forward and did his best not to whimper. "Oops," he managed instead. I stood quickly then and turned to the wall behind me, muttering apologies over my shoulder, starting to recover the dress. Before I could even cover the nipple I had exposed so brazenly, so wonderfully, Mike was by my side. "Here, let me help baby." "I can manage-" My husband's hand covered my bare breast before I could pull the dress back over it and I couldn't help but squeak "oh!" before he squeezed firmly and then pulled free, his other hand tugging the material of the dress across my nipple. "There!" he managed to say to me with eyes full of love, lust and now, the promise of pleasures to come. He turned me to face the others then, "Show's over, I'm afraid, not that you'll be complaining, I'm sure!" I tried to argue my corner, to apologise and promise to be more careful in future, but none of the guys would listen. Simon, in particular, was fulsome in his praise of my 'gorgeous body' and 'delightful tits'. I had to turn away to face Mike when this stranger mentioned my tits but his smile told me all I needed to know. Somehow I turned back to the table and our guests, "Ok, ok, enough already! No harm done, huh?" "None at all," Simon agreed, "As accidents go, that was a beautiful one. As are your tits-" "Enough! I said. I feel bad enough that you got any eyeful of one of my tits without you rabbiting on about it." Mike came to my rescue - sort of, "Yes, you two have now seen how lucky I am, so let's leave my wife's gorgeous tits alone for now." I turned a frown in his direction but it faltered at the sight of his unashamed lust for me, "Yes," I managed, "leave my little tits alone." Mike turned his attention to our guests, "Change of subject time, okay?" "If we must," Simon said. "Good!" I added, more or less meaning it. "So," Mike had the floor, "No more talking about my Amy's gorgeous tits, agreed?" "Stop it!" I slapped his arm. "Right, so anyway, now you know how lucky I am in that respect. But I tell you what guys, you should see her pretty little bum!" "Mike!" This time my slap was harder. He grinned at me with something approaching pure lust and my eyes widened as I realised that what he was saying was what he wanted. My eyes widened even further when I realised something else. I love my Mike so much that I wanted to give him what he wanted. "Naughty girl for slapping me!" he admonished. I wasn't sure where this was leading and I didn't care. I slapped his arm again. "Amy! I will tan your butt if you disobey again!" Would he dare slap my arse? Would he dare pull up the hem of my dress to do it? "You wouldn't!" I slapped again. Mike shot to his feet, a fever burning his cheeks. With a rough yank, he pulled me to my feet by my right arm. Everything was happening so fast that I never had time to react - an excuse which I still cling to - and I was dragged to the sofa, my left arm trying to hold the front of the dress over my breasts. In front of me, Mike slumped onto the cushions and pulled me sharply downwards, my belly falling across his legs. I spread my arm and hands, naturally, and both of my breasts spilled from the front of the dress, mercifully on the side furthest of my husband's legs, away from Simon and Tim, who were already whistling and cheering. "Now, Amy, apologise or I'm honestly going to tan your bum!" "You wouldn't dare!" I've no idea what I wanted then. "That's just cost you five. Now lift your dress!" I knew then he wanted Simon and Tim to see my panty-clad butt and the thought horrified me even as it thrilled me, "No! Mike, please, no!" "Lift it or you'll lose it! This was getting out of hand, and bare breasts or not, I made to roll onto my back and onto the floor. "Don't you dare!" Of course, I never made it. Mike let me roll a few degrees and grabbed the hem of my dress. He spread his legs and I slithered between them onto my knees, the dress sliding up my legs, hips and then to my shoulders. Cool air caressed my thighs above the pull-ups, my belly, my back... my breasts. Panicking now, I tried to pull the dress back down but somehow my head came free and it was left tangled around both arms. "Bad girl!" Mike's voice was almost hoarse, "Now get over my knees or I'll parade you around like that!" I tried to cover my breasts with the bundle of dress in my arms but Mike was too strong and clearly too desperate for our guests to see as much of me as possible. With shocking ease he lifted my arms over my head and the cheering increased as Simon and even Tim said how hot my naked, exposed tits were. I felt the heat at my groin, knew that the front of my tiny panties were becoming soaked and I quickly wriggled around and lay belly-down and over Mike's knees. My tits were one thing, but a sight of the front of my panties, rendered transparent by my own excitement was too much to bear. Mike obviously wanted them to see my panty-clad butt - especially to judge by the rock hard erection in his trousers - so that's what he was going to get. "Better!" Mike was breathing heavily, "Now isn't that a cute view or what lads?" Mike was either being unfair to me or more than fair. If the audience weren't here he knows from days now long past that being spanked can make me climax with no hands - or more. "You're not wrong, Mike," Simon agreed, "Very smackable!" I felt rather than saw Mike's hand rise, but I sure as hell felt it when it landed on my right butt cheek. The smack echoed around the room. "One!" "Hey, Mike - that was hard enough to leave a hand-print!" Simon whistled. Of all people it was Tim who spoke next, "Yeah, Mike, let's see what's under that silk!" I started to struggle at once, suddenly feeling helpless, "Mike, no! You know they'd see more than my bare ass, don't you?" "Oh yes, baby," he hissed, his hands somehow clamping me to his thighs, "I won't take them off you." "Good!" "I can't do it because I need to hold my naughty girl down, don't I?" "Mike! Angel! What do you mean?" "What do I mean, baby?" he whispered now, "I mean that I think you're more turned on than you've been in years - maybe forever." His voice rose then, "Simon, do the honours." "No! I'll kick!" "My baby Amy, if you do that I will roll you over on your back and they can feel how lovely your tits are!" "Oh god, no! But please, not my panties!" "Simon? Come on!" I didn't kick but I wriggled like mad when Simon's hands grabbed at the silky material at my hips. I thought I was winning, thought I was getting somewhere, but then Mike said softly, "Simon, if she wriggles again just grab her tits. That'll stop her." I squealed then and lay as stiff as a board. The hands went back to my hips and with a grunt that sounded like a mixture of triumph and deep lust Simon yanked the panties to my ankles. The air seemed to gush over my naked behind, but worse - or better - it slid easily between my slender thighs and across the heat of my sex, my pussy juices now smearing along Mike's thigh. With my hands still entangled in the dress I was helpless, controlled completely by my husband, who had now exposed every inch of me to his friends. And yet... And yet, deep inside that naked pussy, somewhere near the very core of my soul, I was on fire. Aflame with lust. The loss of control was doing something primal to me. I wanted to be wanted, badly, truly and deeply. Still I struggled, though. "Mike? Let me go, I'll stay like this all night if you want, just let me go!" With a whoosh his hand slapped hard against my butt. I squealed in shock and pain, arching forwards in a vain attempt to ameliorate the stinging, oblivious and yet aware, that the move highlighted my wet, hot sex. "Two. And I'm not letting go, baby. No matter that smacking flesh-on-flesh really smarts!" "I'll do one!! Tim's voice appeared by my side. "Oh my god, no!" Mike ignored me, exercising his power, "Great idea Tim!" Before I could even make another protest, a new, very different hand landed on my right ass cheek and I wailed, arching my back, no longer caring that my breasts were bared and displayed. I slumped back down just as Simon said, "My turn!" and a fourth slap had me wailing. The fifth was then dealt out to me, Mike's hand delivering the hardest smack of all. I cried out in unalloyed pain - and something more - opening my legs wide to encourage cooling air, and to show these guys how my juices were now spilling from me. "Oh man," Simon whistled, "Mike, I can see your Amy's pussy perfectly, and man she is one wet lady!" Tim was sighing, "Mike you are one lucky fuck all right, your Amy has the prettiest cunt I think I've ever seen!" Mike was grinding his hardness into my belly as I lay across him, "She surely does. My little Amy has everything." I was trying not to writhe round, trying my hardest not to let anyone realise how my arousal was escalating. When Mike tugged on the dress binding my hands I let out a tiny wail trying to make the small orgasmic reaction that spun through me seem like pain to those listening. "Amy, baby? They've seen it all now in bits and pieces. Stand with me now, will you?" "Oh Mike, no!" "Sorry, baby I did make that seem like a question, didn't I? Let me rephrase it then. Stand up. Now!" I still resisted but my hands were, almost literally, tied. At first I slid to the floor next to Mike's legs, hugging them with my body to keep my bare breasts concealed, but then he stood. He took one step away from my naked body, holding the dress above my head, baring me. He pulled harder then and I stood, facing Simon and Tim as their eyes drank in my nudity. Deep in my belly the fluttering intensified and I tried to calm my breathing. "Why, baby," Mike said, "I do believe that... what did Tim call it? Oh yes. I do believe that pretty little cunt of yours is dripping wet with lust. Is that right?" "No!" "Amy baby, don't lie to me. Now is it that wet?" "NO! But anyway, if you want to know so bad, why don't you just feel for yourself. You know I can't stop you!" "She has a point," he said to the guys, "I am rather in control now." Something in the way he said those words sent a shiver through my belly. I gave a desultory tug at the dress. Mike pulled my hands higher in response, "Seems I might well be in control now but she's still a problem to hang on to. Simon, you help me out here, is she that wet?" "Mike! No!" Mike took one hand from the dress and grabbed my chin, turning my face to him, "Oh, yes, baby, and I want to look into your eyes as he does it. Simon?" There was no ceremony, no teasing build up. Simon's hand covered my wet pussy and first one, then two fingers entered my slippery, hot pussy. I started to wail and buck, pushing up on my tiptoes, but the hand followed. "Is my baby wet then, Simon? Excited or trying to escape?" "Oh she's close to cumming," Simon assured him, "I can feel the muscles in here twitching and she keeps tightening it on me." "Thank you, Simon - maybe I should get a second opinion from you though, Tim. What do you say?" "Oh god, no!" My denial had no effect of course. With one last squeeze which sent tremors through my clit, Simon's fingers slid from me and shorter, thicker fingers replaced them. "Oh Mike," Tim whistled, "Your Amy is one horny piece of meat! She's almost vibrating on me! This cutie is ready to blow!" "Are they right, baby? Are you wanting to release all those passions?" "No..." it was a whimper. Mike hauled me up straighter, "Guys, I know just what will tip her over the edge if she's that close!" My eyes widened, "Mike. No!" Undeterred he went on, "Remember much earlier when her dress looked as if it was only staying over her tits because her nipples were so hard they were snagging it?" "I couldn't take my eyes off them," Simon said as Tim's fingers continued to probe and drive me half mad. Somehow I still managed to say 'no' again. "Well," Mike said, "She had hard nips because she is so sensitive there. If you two suck on a tit each, I reckon she won't be able to do anything but climax. She won't even need those fingers, Tim." The sensations deep in my belly soared and I was close to out-and-out panic, "Mike! Guys! No... please?" I couldn't help but watch in horrified, excited amazement as their two heads descended. A tongue, Tim's, caressed my left nipple and my right was drawn between Simon's moist lips. I started to make a mewling sound, desperate to control myself but then both mouths - the mouths of two near strangers - were around my hard nipples, hands pawing at them and at my naked butt, another hand slipping along my soaking slit before pinching and rubbing the rock hard nub of my clit. I had no choice then. "Oh, fuckkkk!" "You're climaxing, aren't you, baby?" Mike asked, as if there was any doubt. "Yes! Fucking yes, yes, yes!" "Good baby. Now tell us all, do you want my cock in you now? Would you like to be fucked?" I couldn't help myself now, couldn't control the lustful beast deep in my belly, "Yes!" "Say it again, baby. Do you want to be fucked now?" I lost the last vestiges of control altogether, "Yes, yes! I want to be fucked! I want cock now!" "I wonder how long we can keep you climaxing for, huh? Want to find out?" My climax was stupendous and going on and on - a cock would send it into the stratosphere, "I want!" "Want cock?" "Yes! Fuck me now!" "It might need more than one of us - do you care, baby? "Oh god!" "Tell you what," Mike gasped, unzipping his trousers, "I'm telling you now. I'm only the first!" I tried to shake my head, tried to say no. But when I heard the other two zippers opening, my orgasm rocketed. I fell back against the sofa and slid to the floor, the mouths over my rigid nipples returning in a second. The two guests shuffled to my sides as Mike descended on me and I raised my hips, begging to be fucked right then and there. Mike entered me with a single practiced thrust and I screamed my delight so loudly that I was probably heard in the next town. His movements were fast and furious right from the start and pinned beneath the three of them I just let go. He became faster then and growled his own delight as he began to spurt inside me. I was assailed with a climactic spasm every time he pumped, but when he said "More?" I didn't, couldn't, think before I said yes. I felt him slide out of me then realised that my Mike was pulling Simon away from my tit and towards my legs. At that moment I finally realised what the intention really meant and I screamed in pleasure and denial. I tried to struggle away, slither backwards, but Mike pinned my shoulders down and Tim kept up the orgasmic sucking at my breast. A tiny part of me knew this shouldn't be happening, but that part didn't get a look in as my legs parted wider and I felt Simon's rigid cock press against my wetness. I made one last effort to pull away but Mike's hands tightened on my shoulders and the shudders coursing through my belly together rendered me helpless. With a howl, my labia parted and Simon's cock slipped inside me. He began to fuck me then and my own body reacted with a passion that shocked me and secretly delighted me. I found myself telling Simon to 'fuck me hard' to make 'getting his thick cock in me worthwhile'. I started yelling at him to fill me with his cum... Within a couple of minutes, he did just that and his seed, his alien seed, filled me. The pulsing of my own climax thundered loud enough for him to hear, but I was lost by that point. "Come on then," I hissed at Tim, "I guess you want your cock in my pretty cunt, right?" He swapped places with Simon in a matter of seconds and I felt a heavy weight press against my sopping wet pussy. I looked down as much as Mike's hands and now Simon's head allowed. Tim was between my thighs, his cock in his hands as he teased the tip of it along my slit. It was the biggest cock I'd seen in the flesh and I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me then, fuck me now!" "Yeah," Mike was hard again, I could see, "Fuck my baby!" Tim pushed and I screamed with joy as that enormous dick slid centimetre by centimetre into my welcoming, tight heat. "This is it!" I was screaming now, "Oh fucking hell, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Tim's movements sped up instantly and he started to pound me senseless. My tits were in eager mouths which were sucking hard, nipping and pulling, but right inside me I could feel that enormous cock seeming to swell. My climax had been coming in waves for minutes now but as Tim's speed increased, as his balls slapped against my thighs and butt, as he started to swear and writhe, a sensation came over me which was as wild as it was intense. My joy spiralled upwards and somehow outwards. It was so intense that it started to scare me but I was out of control - hadn't been in control of anything for ages. "Give it to me! Fill my cunt!" The word was alien to me, not one I had ever used before - but just then it was right. And not just for me. Tim drove all of his weight into one massive thrust that truly filled my tight wetness, that pushed me backwards a few inches despite me being pinned by the other two guys. With a thunderous roar, Tim let loose, his cum pulsing so deep inside me. To my shock, horror and delight my own climax morphed into something even bigger than it had already been, something that seemed alive. It grabbed every neurone in my tissue and fired in the most intense, ecstatic way. Trapped, naked, then sucked and fucked by all of the guys, the greater part of my mind wailed in a joy that I had never experienced before. With a final scream of unadulterated delight, I bucked against the enormous cock buried inside me, and pushed my naked tits hard into the faces of the other two guys. My ears were singing, my eyes filled with stars, my mind a psychedelic maelstrom. Consciousness deserted me. ***** Mike tells me that I was out cold for a few minutes and I woke to find the three men sitting on the sofa and armchairs, chatting quietly. I raised my head and then struggled into a sitting position. I might have been through the climax to end all climaxes, but my mind was all too aware of what had happened and I looked down, unsurprised to see that I was only wearing the dark hold-ups. The so-called 'daring' dress was lying discarded close by and I pulled it to me, suddenly in need of some cover. More and More Ch. 01 It was, unsurprisingly to me, Simon who spotted that I was awake first but I didn't meet his eye. When the dress was more or less on, I rose and crossed to Mike. I could see immediately that he didn't know whether I was going to slap his face or scream at him, but a single shrug from me seemed to relax him. He offered me a hug and I sat beside him on the arm of the soft chair, letting him put his arm around me, my own hands firmly in my lap. To be fair, I hadn't known myself how I was going to react. Somehow, my control had been lost and that seemed to take things out of my hands - whatever happened had not been by my outright choosing, no matter how hard I asked to be fucked, and so I felt no guilt. With no guilt, came no embarrassment, and now I could look squarely at our guests feeling nothing but a curious satisfaction. I won't tell you all that was said or discussed during the rest of what became a long evening because there were simply too many compliments thrown my way. There were other comments that were close to apology, as well, and I was left feeling that everyone understood that I had been taken to places I'd both never been before, nor ever considered. My guilt-free status was strengthened. After Tim and Simon had, somewhat reluctantly, left, Mike spent a while telling me how much he respected me, despite everything. He didn't need to tell me that nothing had been planned, although he did, but more interestingly he did admit that my reactions to his, at first, tentative controlling behaviour had spurred him to take things further and further - I had apparently been enjoying things more and more. I agreed - lying was pointless after all the evidence that had been accumulated that night. And we also agreed that we had discovered something completely new and unexpected about ourselves. We didn't make any plans for the future, though. That came later. Later that weekend, in fact.