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New Year

By: daddyskitten



I arrive at the hotel at precisely 5 pm. It's a beautiful suite. There's a box on the bed with a card on top that says..."Read First." I look around the room for any sign of life but I am all alone. I open the letter and begin reading quietly to myself...

Turn on the VCR and press play.

I do as the letter instructs and after pressing play an adult movie begins. It's two beautiful women engaging in some very erotic open mouth kissing.

'Open the box, inside you'll find your clothes for this evening. There is a long black raincoat in the closet for you to wear over your dress. I expect you downstairs in the lobby at 7 pm sharp. If you are not there I understand...remember you will completely surrender to me at 7 pm until Sunday at 7 pm. There will be no turning back.' 

My heart races with anticipation and nervousness at what I am about to do. I open the box and inside lay a very sexy black fishnet dress. Black stockings and a black lace thong and matching bra. There is also a pair of very sexy heels but not as high as I expected.

'There are several things you should do before meeting me. Completely shave your legs and that luscious pussy. Take a long hot shower. Do not under any circumstances play with my pussy. But I want it wet when I see it.'

Already my pussy is on fire. I know what this night means to us both. This is New Year's Eve and I think this year will end and the next begin with a bang.

I walk into the bathroom and on the counter I find everything I need. Rose scented shampoo and conditioner. Rose body wash. Baby oil for after my hot shower. Shaving cream and two new razors. There is also a bottle of Tuscany perfume, a black satin collar and crystal clit clip.

I start the shower running and walk back to the bed and begin to take off my clothes. I am transfixed at one point watching the two sexy women on tape. One is wearing a long, thick dildo and fucking the other in the ass. My hand instinctively moves to my pussy and then I remember that I am not allowed to make his pussy cum.

I quickly go to the shower before I can't stop myself. I move all of the toiletries to the shower. As the hot water cascades over my body, I begin to try to imagine what tonight will be like. What will he do to me? How far can I go? I take great pains to enjoy every sensation by slowly washing my hair and body. Running my soapy hands all over my tits and ass are making me hotter and wetter. That's probably his intention.

When I am thoroughly done cleaning my body I rinse my hair and shut off the water. I then turn on the faucet to shave my pussy clean. The shave cream feels cool to my heated skin. I make sure to get the shave cream spread all over my mound. I make quick work of shaving it clean but it's definitely better when someone else is doing the shaving. I take the baby oil and before toweling dry, I rub the sweet oil all over my skin including my aching cunt.

I begin the task of getting dressed, garter and stockings first...then the clit clip. The agonizing torture of touching my clit while manipulating the clip onto my swollen flesh is nearly my undoing. Several times I have to stop and breath deep. Finally, I put on the lacey black bra and thong. It presses and rubs the clip further igniting my lust.

I slip into the strappy heels. I mousse my hair and dry to get that wild sexy look he loves. I spray perfume on my neck and wrists. Lastly, I fasten the black collar around my slender throat. I look at the clock and it's 6:52 pm. My stomach lurches with nervousness. And every move I make reminds me that my clit is firming pinched and that I am nothing but a slutty whore waiting to be used.

I put on the rain coat and leave my room. Walking to the elevator I am wondering if I can go through with this...

I step from the elevator and walk across the lobby. I barely notice the leering stares of the men I pass. I imagine they must be wondering what's under my coat. All they can see are my ankles, heels and long silky hair. And of course my collar.

I glance at the clock in the lobby and it's exactly 7pm. I look around but don't see him anywhere. A chauffer steps into the lobby and heads straight towards me. "Good evening, miss. Right this way." I follow him out into the cold night and he opens the door to a beautiful black limousine. I step inside and sit facing forward. It's then that I see him sitting across from me.

The door closes. We sit in electric silence for several long minutes. Finally he quietly says, "Remove your coat. I want to see you." I unbelt the waist and remove the coat. I cannot see his face just his outstretched legs and his hands resting on the seat to either of his side. And a shoebox. 

He notices me staring. He picks it up and hands it to me. I rest the box on my lap. "Open it." As I slowly open the box he pours me a glass of champagne. Inside is an incredibly high pair of black patent leather pumps. "Put them on for me." I set the box next to me and remove my shoes and slide into the sexy heels.

I feel my sex get wetter. He knows what I like. What I need. For the fist time he leans forward and I can see his beautiful deep blue eyes. "You look delicious. And I am going to take exquisite pleasure in enjoying you this evening." I look down. He gently grasps my chin and tilts my face up. The back of his hand slowly caresses my cheek. "What's this? Second thoughts?" Shyly I answer, "No." "Then what, love?" "Since I am no longer in control, what should I call you?" He sits back. "Yes, I've given that some thought."

"First, remove your underwear." I reach up under my dress and pull the black material from between my legs. "Give them to me." I hand them to his outstretched hand. He briefly glances at the crotch, which is soaked with my liquid. He tosses them to the side. "Spread you legs for me." I part them slowly feeling them slide across the leather of the seat. 

"Wider." His voice is beginning to sound impatient. I slide my legs farther apart. But not far enough for his liking for he quickly moves towards me. His hand grasps my throat. He moves his mouth right next to my ear. "Are you playing games with me Christine?" I shake my head no. "You know how I like my pussy to be spread before me." His hands move to the insides of my knees and he wrenches my legs as far apart as they can go.

He sits back as if savoring the view. He can clearly see the crystal of the clit clip I am sure. "Now, here are the rules. You will spread yourself like this whenever we are alone. Is that clear?" I nod my head. "You will do whatever I want you to do when ever I want you to do it." He moves closer to me. 

"You will ask my permission to do everything." His hand moves to my throat again. His breath is against my ear. He tightens his hold and I softly groan in ecstasy. He whispers with that sexy voice, "I've decided that I want you to be my little girl. My naughty little girl. I promise I will not do anything to hurt you...permanently. And I will not do anything to cause you public humility or discomfort to any great degree. Do you understand?" I nod my head yes. 

"Do you trust me Christine?" I turn to look into those deep blue eyes. A small smile appears and I softly say, "Of course I trust you, Mich..." He cuts off my words, kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

His hand is at the back of my neck, holding my head in place. His kiss turns brutal. I can't breath but am in complete submission to his mouth and tongue. He breaks the kiss. "Tonight I want you to be my little girl." He looks straight into my eyes, "Tell Daddy you understand." I softly moan. "Yes, daddy." It has become clear what I am to call my master. I am his little girl, his naughty-slut of a little girl.

He moves back to sit opposite me. I can feel a pool of my liquid on the seat. He has a seductive smile on his lips. "I want you in a constant state of arousal. I want you near to an orgasm every second and to ensure that I have a surprise for you." 

My heart races. "Turn around and get on your knees." I quickly obey him. He sits back. "Christine, you have such a beautiful heart shaped ass. And seeing that dripping wet pussy..." he groans as his hand caresses my ass. I am squirming, trying to get him to play with my soaking cunt. "Patience, baby. You'll get what you want...soon," his hands spread my ass, "very soon." I hear a bottle being popped open and soon feel slippery cool liquid sliding down over my asshole.

"Who do you belong to Christine?" I look back over my shoulder, my long hair falling towards the floor. I softly and obediently whisper, "You daddy, I belong to you." "Does this sweet pretty ass belong to me?" "Yes, daddy." "Are you going to let me do whatever I want with it?" I swallow. "Yes, daddy." 

He slowly begins working the entrance open with one finger. I am trying to be patient and not push back against his long finger. "God you are so fucking tight, baby. I can't wait to get my cock inside your tight little ass." I groan, "Please daddy. Give it to me." He hands slaps hard on my ass. "You'll get it when I am ready." He pulls his finger out. I whimper. "Understand, cunt?" "Yes, daddy I'm sorry." He inserts his finger again.

All I can hear is the wet sound of his finger sliding in and out of my tight ass. I am in ecstasy. Soon I can feel another finger penetrating my hole. I feel the pearly liquid from my cunt drip and slide sensuously down my thighs. His fingers slide out of my ass. Again I whimper with need. I feel a new sensation. Something cold possibly rubber. 

The tip of it rests against the lubricated entrance of my ass. "Tonight and every night you belong to me." Pressure. "Do you understand Christine?" I nod. He slaps my ass hard. "Answer me you fucking cunt!" "Yes daddy." "Say it, say you belong to me." "I belong to you daddy, I always will." Suddenly my ass is filled to bursting. It's an anal plug and it's filling me completely. 

I come. I can't help it. "Did you come?" "No daddy." But my body betrays me and so does the creamy liquid now coating my pussy. He grabs my hair and pulls me to face him. Looking into my eyes he whispers, "Don't lie to me Christine. Did my pussy come when I put that plug in your ass?" 

His grip on my hair tightens. Two small tears stream down my cheeks. "Are you crying because I hurt you or because you lied to me?" I look away from his intense stare. "Because I lied to you daddy." He strokes the curved arch of my back. "Did you come, baby?" I softly moan, "Yes." 

He pulls a cloth from his pocket and wipes between my legs. He lets go of my hair and I fall back to the other seat. I turn and sit. The anal plug slips deeper inside me. "Put your thong back on. We're almost there." 

My eyes widen..."but daddy I can't go out like this?" He grabs my chin and pulls my face close to his. Barely audible, he asks, "Who are you talking to?" He pinches one of my nipples and twist hard. "You belong to me. You will do what I tell you, is that not clear." I look down. "Yes daddy."

He hands me my coat. I slip it on with his help. He belts the waist for me and cradles my face in his large hands. He kisses me so softly and sinuously, his tongue dancing with mine. He pulls back giving me a very erotic open-mouthed kiss. I am melting for him. "Remember, I'll not do anything to embarrass you." I nod obediently. He removes the pumps and allows me to slip back into the lower pair of sexy strappy heels. The limousine stops and the door opens. We are out front of a very upscale restaurant. He gets out before me and offers me his hand. As I step from the limo for the first time I notice he's wearing a tuxedo.

We walk to the entrance and just before the doorman opens the door for us he whispers in my ear, "How does my ass feel?" I whisper back, "Like I am a very naughty little girl." I blush. "You have no idea how naughty you're going to be, darling."

New Year



It was unbearably hot and humid on the mainland, but almost as soon as we had sailed off the coast you could feel the temperature drop and the humidity disappear. It had been a relaxing week on the yacht, swimming, sailing, reading, simply unwinding in the sun of central Queensland. But we we're looking forward to a night of our own, a chance to unwind in our style. I suggested that we spend New Year's Eve on one of the island resorts, just the one night, and you readily agreed.

We landed on the island after dinner at about eight thirty, just as it was getting dark. We could hear the sound of music from behind the tree lined beach and headed towards it, holding hands and enjoying the sensation of the warm sand on our bare feet. Tanned and feeling healthy, you're wearing your blue wrap around skirt and a black bikini top, I'm wearing light colored shorts and a dark green singlet. I squeeze your hand lightly and smile at you as my eyes meet yours. I'm very much in love.

A band is playing in a large outdoor area, framed between a long bar, some low wooden buildings and on the other side by a long tropical garden. We had walked in through the open area that faced the beach, with the bar to our right and the band ahead of us.

To one side nearest the garden were a large number of tables around which people were sitting and talking, sipping on everything from water to highly decorated cocktails. Near the band was a dance floor, which in keeping with the tropical feel was made from what appeared to be tropical hardwoods. Several couples were dancing in time to the music. More people lined the bar behind which half a dozen bar staff work. All up there must have been some one hundred people present and the whole atmosphere indicated that the party had started some time before, but had plenty to go before it ended.

We ordered some drinks and stood near the bar as there were no free tables, watching the suntanned bodies drifted back and forth, interspersed by the occasional bright pink sunburn victim. A good time was being had by all in the crowd which on the whole seemed aged between twenty five and thirty five. The band strike up a the unmistakable chords that open Lenny Kravitz's Are you gonna go my Way. 

"Dance?" I'm smiling, watching as you soak up the atmosphere as we thread our way to the dance floor, a seething mass of bodies that gyrate through the tune. I feel so relaxed and happy as we dance, then near the end of the song your elbow strikes a good looking guy behind you, connecting sharply with the back of his head. Your eyes meet as he turns quickly, his look of annoyance changing to a smile as you apologize with that cheeky smile of yours.

"Thanks for dancing folks," the singer intoned as the band finished the number. "We're gonna take a little break and be back for some more in about twenty minutes."

We moved with the mass from the dance floor back to the corner of the bar and I order us another drink. With the heat and after a week on the boat I am beginning to feel a little giddy, so I down my drink and order my third. 

"Hello," a voice said from behind you. You turned to find the man you had assaulted on the dance floor standing at the bar. 

"Hi" you smile brightly, your eyes catching mine, your eyebrows lifting a little. I smile knowingly back at you, and indeed he is good looking, dark skin and eyes, a wide smile that reveals two rows of straight white teeth. His dark hair is thick and pulled back into a pony tail.

"Thought I'd let you know that I was here in case you started waving your arms about again." He turned back to the bar as a barman approached, "bundy and coke and a southern and coke please." 

"I'm Cole," he said, offering you his hand.

"Carlie." His grip was firm without crushing your hand. His gaze examined your face and then briefly dropped to examine your body. Then he turned to me.

"Dave" I met his hand. "Been on the island long or just for tonight?" 

"Been here three days and here for another three." He produced some cash from under the sarong he was wearing and paid the barman for his drinks. "Why don't you guys bring your drinks up and join us?"

"Sure," you quickly answered so we followed him through the crowd to a small table near the garden. A blonde girl sat there, smiling at Cole as we neared. Her hair was parted in the middle and she had a fringe which framed a small, pixie-like face with a full lipped pouting mouth. She was wearing a small crop top which was molded closely to her breasts, the points of her nipples clearly visible. Her tanned smooth legs ended under a tight pair of ragged jeans shorts. 

"This is Belinda," Cole introduced us as we sat down at the table. Cole sat opposite Belinda, so that we had to sit opposite each other as well. As we sat I caught your sideways look at Belinda and smiled smugly at you. The four of us chatted easily, swapping our holiday and basic life stories the way that strangers who like to meet others do. Cole and Belinda had been going out for just over a year, lived in Melbourne and had decided a summer New Year's holiday in the tropics was a great way to celebrate a year together. She was a librarian at Melbourne Uni, he was a tutor in history. They had met there and things had just happened. 

They were touched by our story, everyone seems to be and why shouldn't they be, if sometimes seems like a make believe romance novel from the nineteenth century to me too. The band had begun to play so we all walked to the dance floor and jumped around. More drinks and dancing followed and soon we were hot, bothered and drunk. Cole and Belinda stayed on the dance floor as we walked back to the table.

"What do you think?" I asked. 

"Of him or her?"

"Both."

"Yum, and they seem nice too." I nodded. We watched the people dancing and talking. It felt good to be here, relaxed to the point of timelessness. I looked at you, your eyes reflecting the lights from the dance floor, your smiley grin the only indication that your were drunk. I felt a tingle between my legs and reached under the table to touch your bare knee.

"I want you," I said, loudly enough to make you turn and look at me. I leaned back in my seat and lifted my foot into your lap, my toes working their way under your skirt and along your thighs. I feel your legs part and push a bit further, feeling you slide forward in your chair to meet me. My toes brush the heat between your thighs and you suck in a breath as I push them against the thin material of your panties. I can feel the hardness of your clit against my toes and roughly rub my toe on it, feeling you jerk and quiver, feeling myself harden against the material of my shorts. Your eyes close and you enjoy the sensation of my toes manipulating you, then suddenly your legs close on my foot and I am aware that Cole and Belinda have returned from the dance floor.

"Not interrupting something are we?" Belinda asks with a little laugh. You sit up and lower your face to hide your embarrassment and try to regain your composure as they sit at the table. 

"We can come back later," Cole offers. 

"Not at all," I reply, "but its my turn to buy a round. Same again?" I ask them. They nod and I meet your gaze, a faint smile on my lips. "And for you babe?" 

"Something strong," Belinda cuts in with a grin.

"Don't" you say, lowering your head again. 

"I'm sorry," Belinda says, putting her hand on your arm. "I'm not making fun, just making light of it." You smile at her. "You shouldn't be embarrassed just because you're having fun," she added, smiling back at you. I raise my eyebrows questioningly at you.

"Bundy babe," you tell me. 

"Be right back folks," I say as I push my chair back and walk to the bar. I'm feeling slightly light headed, a combination of the drinks and my lust. As I thread my way through the crowd I can feel that buzz of excitement that accompanies most New Year's parties, that expectation that somehow tomorrow will herald a new beginning and that everything will be different somehow. Glancing at my watch I see that it is eleven o'clock already and that the New Year is only an hour away.

I thread my way back to our table and new found friends desperately clutching at all four glasses, trying to avoid spilling them as the crowd jostle me. I almost drop them onto the table with a self satisfied grunt and my achievement. Hands reach out and quickly grab their new drinks and you quickly raise yours with a toast of "up your bum." Belinda and Cole raise theirs in salute with a laugh.

"I was just telling Belinda what a good kisser you are," you say to me with a drunken smile. Belinda smiles at me.

"Oh really?" I counter lamely. "And how did that topic come up?"

"I was saying how Belinda had such kissable lips and then said I appreciated such things 'cos you're such a good kisser. I said she could find out at midnight." Your cheeky grin was in full bloom and your eyes glinted wickedly. 

"Well thank you sweetie." I raised my glass, "here's to kissing." Belinda smiled tartly straight into my eyes and responded to the toast. I felt vaguely uncomfortable but also slightly turned on.

"And what about you Cole, are you a renowned kisser?" I turned the conversation and broke from Belinda's gaze.

"I don't think that's for me to answer," he smiled widely. 

I looked straight at you as I replied, "I guess not, perhaps Cal can tell me after midnight." You simply raised your eyebrows and took another sip. The band started playing Pearl Jam's Even Flow, and almost at once Cole and I stood up.

"C'mon ladies," Cole spoke first, "let's dance the New Year in." I moved beside you grabbing your hand and squeezing it as we walked to the still packed dance floor. The heat of the crowd engulfed us as we stared dancing, our bodies close as we swayed. Our eyes locked and I was hypnotized by the wicked look I found there. You threw your hair back with a shake of your head and moved half a step forward, our swaying bodies touching at the middle. You ground yourself against me and I felt myself respond, so I dropped my hands around your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer. Our faces were inches from each other, our eyes still locked together as though we were trying to read each other's minds.

Our lips touch briefly and I slide one hand onto the tightness of your bum, squeezing slowly and gently before you push me backwards. You turn your back to me and move close again, watching Belinda and Cole who are dancing behind you. Cole has her pulled close, one strong arm around her waist, his head over her shoulder. He is whispering something to her and she has her head leaning back, her blonde hair cascading down her back. 

"Yum," I hear you mutter as you tilt your head back onto my shoulder, your bum rubbing gently against me. I slip my hands onto your waist and match my movements to yours. All around us couples are locked together, next to us a young couple are simply standing kissing passionately, oblivious to the crush of bodies bumping them. 

"Which one?"

"Both." I can tell by the way you push back against me with small thrusts of your hips that your can feel me hardening. Belinda and Cole have moved apart and Belinda looks at you and smiles. You tilt your head back again and whisper "I want to fuck you." I moan gently in your ear. Belinda moves in front of you and wiggles her hips. You move from me towards her and she suddenly grabs you in a classic dancing pose and leads you in a simple three step. You can feel her heat and smell her perfume. Cole and I watch appreciatively as do several men on the dance floor. Belinda slowly leads you to where Cole is dancing, pushing you into him so that you are sandwiched between them. Cole moves in time as Belinda places your hands around her neck and grips your waist tightly with hers. 

You are vaguely aware of the stares of the crowd, but you are also aware of your anonymity, consumed by the combined effects of alcohol and lust as though possessed. You push back against Cole's crotch, feeling him through the thin material of his sarong. He is already partly erect and pushes back against you, gently rather than obscenely but with obvious intent. The song finished with a loud round of applause, some of which is directly at your performance rather than the band, which announces it will take a short break before playing in the New Year.

Again we move through the crowd to our table, the two of us holding hands and I slow our pace so that we fall behind Belinda and Cole. I push you to one side and we duck through a small knot of people and I almost drag you into the tropical garden, moving deeply into it until I am sure no one can see us. I push you against a tree, my mouth closing hotly over yours, my tongue darting against yours. You respond passionately, one hand snaking around my neck to hold my mouth on yours. I roughly run one hand across your breast, squeezing it before moving lower, fumbling its way under the wrap around part of your skirt and between your thighs.

I breathing is short and rapid, air gulped between kisses as we writhe against each other. Your free hands strokes me wantonly through my shorts as my hand cups you through your panties and I am amazed at the heat I feel there. 

"Fuck me," you whisper hoarsely, the look on your face both pleading and commanding. You turn your back to me and grab the tree, thrusting your bum at me. Quickly I pull your wrap around aside, dragging your panties down over your hips as I pull the front of my shorts down and free myself. You step out of your panties and spread your legs, the look of lust on your face as you glance back at me almost evil in its intensity.

I bend my knees slightly and move forward, teasing you with my tip, feeling the wetness between your legs, then with a simple thrust I enter you, slipping deeply inside as we both gasp in pleasure. My hands are on your waist, holding your skirt clear as we thrust against each other, the only noise the wet sounds of our sex and the occasional moan from our throats.

I sense myself about to come and slow my rhythm, ignoring your protest. You turn to me again and grab my shirt roughly, "Fuck me and don't stop!" My tempo increases again and our eyes are locked together as if they too are physically joined. Then I know I am beyond the point of no return, and cry out, pulling myself out at the last second and squirting my come onto your leg, rubbing it against your thigh as each explosive spasm courses through my body. 

Finally the sensation eases and I lean forward to kiss you, still holding your skirt from the mess on your leg. 

"Wham, bam thank you ma'am!!" I whisper as our lingering kiss ends.

"Oh that's not the end yet." I can still see the lust smoldering in your eyes. "We're you thinking about Belinda as you took me?" 

"No, I didn't have time to think about anything."

"Too bad," you shoot back at me, "I was thinking about Cole." I smile cheekily at you and quickly scoop your panties up and wipe my come from your leg before throwing them deeper into the garden.

"I don't think that you'll miss those, and maybe you won't have to just think about Cole next time."

"So if the opportunity comes up....?"

"Take it." My reply is swift and firm, no room for doubt. Even though I have just come the whole situation and the speed of our sex has left me wanting more.

We re-enter the party away from our table, walking slowly hand in hand. We approach our new found friends and I realize from the wide grins on their faces that we are both wearing a look that says "just had sex." I smile sheepishly and sit heavily in my seat, seeing that new drinks have arrived while we were absent.

"Thanks," I say, picking mine up. You follow suit and we silently toast each other.

"Couldn't wait for New Year's huh?" Belinda directed her question at you.

"Just wanted to see this one out with a bang," you smiled back at her. We all laughed at that and sat in silence for a moment.

"Where are you guys staying tonight?" Cole asked neither of us in particular.

I shrugged. "We haven't really considered it, thought we'd probably be able to party on til dawn or sleep on the beach." 

"Well your welcome to share our place," he replied. He caught our looks and added, "the sofa in our cabin opens up into a bed, or whatever," he grinned at you. 

"Yeah, stay with us just for tonight, we were going to head back there after midnight when the crowd starts to get drunk and sentimental, blaah." Belinda shook her head indicating her obvious disdain for such drunks. "We've got a drinking game we brought along, it'd be fun with four!" I looked across at you and tilted my head questioningly.

"Absolutely," you agreed. "Thanks, it sounds like fun." I heard Cole mutter "I hope so," and smiled at him. The band struck up for their final session of the year and without a word we found ourselves back on the dance floor. It was turning out to be quite a night.

"Ten, nine, eight.." we smiled drunkenly but happily at each other, "five, four, three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The crowd drowned out the band then almost fell silent as one as couples embraced and locked their mouths together. Your tongue slipped silkily into my mouth and I met it with mine, the tips touching and exploring each other like new found play mates, our bodies entwined. We separated our lips and grinned at each other like kids.

"Happy New Year babe," I murmured to you. You hugged me tightly.

"And to you. I love you." Cole tapped you on the shoulder and you turned to see his expectant smile. He leaned forward and slid his arms around your waist, then his lips met yours, his aroma different to mine yet no less appealing, his tongue inside your mouth invasive yet somehow not sleazy as though it was simply exploring and somehow you knew if you pulled away he would stop. But you didn't, instead you responded warmly, perhaps hotly, your tongue darting into his mouth, enjoying the taste of alcohol, and you pushed your hips forward, feeling him through the sarong and enjoying your power over him as your felt his response.

Then I see Belinda from the corner of my eye and I turn as she deftly slips herself under my arm and without a pause her mouth closes on mine. Turned on by your kiss, by the lingering memory of our hot sex in the garden I slip my tongue forward, snaking it against and then between her teeth, into her mouth, my lips feeling hers as they mold to my mouth. She rubs her thigh between my legs, causing a reaction, and consumed with alcohol and lust and the vision your oral union with Cole I unashamedly slip one hand from her waist onto her breast, gently kneading it through the fabric of her top, my palm massaging the erect nipple and enjoying its firm but yielding consistency. 

Then we are four again, our arms around each other as we sing those parts of Auld Ansign that we know. As it finishes the four of us wish each other a happy new year, almost as though the sexual electricity that had arced between us just minutes before had never happened. Then the band raced into slick cover of a Blur song, and the dancing began again.

It was nearly twelve thirty before the band ended their set, promising once again to be "back after a short break." We headed towards the table when Cole and Belinda suggested we head back to their cabin. I felt you squeeze my hand suggestively as we followed them along the curving, paved track that led through the resort. Bordered by palm trees the track had a soft look that was created by the small post lights that had been placed every ten metres or so. 

Their cabin fronted the beach and Belinda threw open the double French windows before closing the drapes which billowed inwards under the force of the refreshing ocean breeze. It was amazingly cool inside after the heat of the dance floor and we stood savoring the fresh air. Cole slipped comfortably behind the bar and produced a half full bottle of Bundy, and even more amazingly an unopened bottle of Ouzo.




New Year



"We're well stocked," he said in answer to my surprised expression. "Same again?" We nodded our reply as Belinda turned on the small stereo. We sat side by side on the small cane sofa which faced the drapes and a large glass topped coffee table as Belinda disappeared into the bedroom for a moment before reappearing with a bookcase size red game box with "Chug-A-Lug" printed on the cover with a large picture of a beer bottle underneath.

Cole joined us at the table and we sipped at yet another drink. The dancing had kept us from getting to the staggering drunk stage but I had lost count of how many we had enjoyed. 

"The rules are simple," Cole explained as Belinda unfolded the board and set the game up. "You travel around the board and when you land on hotels you have to drink. That's the only way you can drink."

"And if you land on a bonus or penalty square you take the appropriate card," she indicated two stacks of cards, one green the other red. "Now we've modified the rules to make it more fun." She paused and looked at us both to ensure we knew what she meant and we nodded in unison to indicate that we did. "Okay, when you have two green cards, you can ask another player any question you like and they have to answer it or skull a drink. Five green cards and you can dare them to do something." She stopped and sipped her drink.

"And the red cards?" I asked.

"Another player can sacrifice their turn to ask you a question when you have two, or dare you when you have five." We both nodded again to show we understood and then the game began.

It seemed that every other throw we landed on a hotel so our rate of drinking barely slowed. We discovered that instead of taking a red card you could throw away a red one, and at first, being a little conservative I did just that. Then it was Belinda's turn and she grinned.

"How many red cards have you got Carlie?" You held up two.

"Good. I'm not having my go. Instead I want you to tell me what you two were up to in the garden after we danced?" 

"Dave dragged me in there and we had sex up against a tree." They both looked surprised at the candor of your reply, and I sniggered, realizing that you were at the drunk stage where you didn't care what you said to whom about what.

It was your go and you ended up with a second green card. You threw them onto the board and looked squarely at Cole with your grin cheekier than ever.

"When midnight came, and you kissed me, what were you thinking?" 

He smiled, perhaps a little self consciously and replied, "that I would've liked to do more to you, its just that we we're in public and all." I noted that he didn't look at Belinda as he said this, nor did she seem perturbed by his answer. In fact if anything she wriggled a little, similar to the way you do when turned on. I suspected that we weren't the first couple they had become intimate with.

The game went on for a while before I noticed that Belinda held several green cards but also several red cards. When I asked how many she replied she had five red cards.

"Well then, if you're wearing anything under those shorts, I dare you to take them off." Belinda smiled and stood before the three of us, slowly unzipping them. Then she turned and slowly slid them down her legs, revealing a smooth tanned bum and tanned thighs clad in a small red G-string. 

"Yum," you murmured. The game continued to Belinda's turn who threw in five green cards. 

"Carlie," she said. "I dare you to sit on Dave's lap and passionately kiss him while you caress each other." 

"For how long?"

"Say until the end of the next song on the stereo." At once you turned to me and straddled my lap, grinding your crotch against mine. Our lips met and our hands wandered across each other's bodies. My erection grew again, responding to the heat of your naked groin, and my hands quickly found their way to your breasts, rubbing them through the sheer material of your bikini top. By the time the song ended we were both panting with lust and separated reluctantly. I saw Belinda's gaze drop to my obvious erection as you slipped back onto the couch next to me.

The game went on and at one stage you leaned over to me and whispered, "are you ready for something more?" I nodded and grinned at you. On your next turn you threw in five green cards.

"My turn for one on you Cole." He nodded and licked his lips and I wondered if it was in anticipation. I doubted he was nervous. 

"I want you to describe for us, a fantasy of yours that includes either yourself or Belinda, and wank for us as you do it. I want you to be blindfolded as well." Cole blinked a couple of times and I gathered he was somewhat surprised by the dare. Belinda stood and walked to the bedroom and we all watched her g-string clad bottom appreciatively. She returned moments later with a scarf which she tied around Cole's eyes once he was seated comfortably on the other cane sofa. Then she crossed to our sofa and pushed between us. It was a tight fit that left our legs touching. 

"Belinda is here in the cabin and I'm in the shower." His hand moved under his sarong and began to move in a lazy stroking motion. I saw you squirm a little and saw the look in your eyes as you stared at him. Belinda had rested a hand on each of our legs and was slowly stroking them. "The room service waiter arrives with an order of food. He's young, perhaps eighteen, and Belinda realizes she has no money for the tip." His erection had grown to full length now, forming a tent in the sarong, his hand clearly stroking up and down slowly. "Before he can say anything she pushes him against the wall and rips his trousers down, kneels in front of him and begins to go down on him." His sarong slips to one side and we can see the tip of his erection, which appears and disappears during the motion of his closed fist. I hear you gasp, and Cole makes no effort to cover himself. "He struggles for a moment but then decides to give in. Just then I come out of the bathroom. The waiter can't see me so I just stand there, watching as Belle's mouth runs up and down his length. I can tell he is getting off as he starts to thrust into her mouth." I can tell you are getting off as you guide Belinda's hand between your legs and gyrate against her fingers. I figure the game isn't going to last too much longer. "I see him tense, ready to come, and as he arches his back I break into applause. Belle lets him come in her mouth and I take great delight in seeing the look of surprise and ecstasy as he realizes that I am watching. The end."

Belinda suddenly stands from between us and walks to Cole to remove his blindfold. Cole takes his hand from himself giving us a good look at his erection, which must be nearly eight inches long. He slowly covers himself and settles back into the sofa giving Belinda room to sit next to him. The game continues and at one point Belinda looks at you and slowly slides her finger between her full lips.

Finally I have five green cards and it is my turn. I throw them down and look at you.

"Cal, I dare you to go down on Cole." Smiling as you slowly place your glass on the coffee table and then walk to where he is sitting. I can see his bulge growing as you kneel in front of him. Belinda remains sitting next to Cole as you slide your hands along his thighs, pulling the sarong back to reveal his long cock. It is three quarters erect and twitches as you touch it. I watch in awe as your tongue darts from between your lips and makes contact with the end, aware that you are putting on a visual show for Belinda and myself as you are giving pleasure to Cole. I watch as your mouth opens wider and the end disappears between your lips, then watch as Cole closes his eyes and lies back to enjoy the sensation of your mouth. Belinda has thrust one hand between her legs and is rubbing herself through her g-string and I think what the hell and thrust a hand into my shorts to massage my growing erection. Eventually the song ends, the signal to finish the dare, and you stop, slowly removing your mouth, then squeezing his shaft as you look lustfully up at him.

The game continues. Cole throws five green cards down and dares me to go down on Belinda. I have barely moved when she stands and removes her g-string, revealing a neatly trimmed blonde pubic patch. I kneel between her spread legs and can immediately smell her scent. There is no time for foreplay so I immediately use my thumbs to spread her lips apart and run my tongue from the base of her pussy to the top, stopping to slowly encircle her clit with the tip. She is already very wet and moans as I tease her, then I drive my tongue into her like a small penis, my mouth engulfing her. She bucks against my mouth and I pull my tongue out slowly, placing both my lips onto her clit and gently sucking and tugging on it. Belinda moans louder and I can see her stomach tensing, then with a small whimper she comes against my mouth, her body jerking as the climax runs through her. The song ends.

"Mmm," is Belinda's only response. She leans forward as I stand and wipes her fingers across my face and chin which are covered with her juices. I sit next to you again, my excitement obvious. You are biting your bottom lip and look excited, enormously turned on. Belinda has not replaced her g-string and sits semi naked on the sofa as Cole refills our drinks. The smell of sex is filling the room. I have five green cards and see that Cole has five red. I throw them down and announce I'm missing my go.

"Cole, I dare you to take Carlie from behind, and you Carlie, I want you to go down on me while he does." 

Cole moves to our sofa and grabs you by the waist as you stand, spinning you and almost in one move and pushing you forwards into my lap. One hand finds the tie on your skirt while the other removes his sarong in a practiced motion, revealing his erection. I quickly slide my shorts off and move against the side of the sofa, watching as Cole slowly eases his long cock into you. I hear you gasp and see your eyes close in pleasure, then I take your head in my hands and guide it down to my own cock. There is no teasing this time, you simply slide your mouth down my full length and then I can feel your movements encouraged by each of Cole's thrusts. His hands hold your hips as he moves smoothly in and out of you. Behind him Belinda has spread her legs and is sliding a finger into herself, her eyes glazed with lust. I hear muffled moans from your mouth and lift your head from my cock to kiss your warm lips. Our tongues meet in a frantic entwining embrace, you cry out as he attempts to slide his full length into you. 

I reach across your back and untie your bikini top, throwing it onto the floor. Belinda wriggles out of her top, revealing pert breasts with small pinkish nipples. She walks up behind Cole and slips her arms around him, removing his singlet top then rakes her hands down his back and chest. She peers around his side, watching him as he thrusts into you then slowly withdraws. The game is over. Belinda places a hand on your bum as you return your mouth to me, her hand caressing your smooth skin. Then she slaps you, once, a hard stinging slap that makes you stop sucking me and cry out. You look back and see her pushing Cole into you with her leg propped behind his tight bum.

Then she kneels next to you, one hand caressing your breasts and pinching your nipples while the other rubs soothingly over the red mark left by her slap. I slip from in front of you, moving to the other sofa to watch this couple take you. I position myself so that I can see his cock pistoning in and out of you, and I see Belinda begin to caress your other hole with the tip of her finger. She has a finger from her other hand in your mouth now, encouraging you to suck it by sliding it in and out. I can see that she has worked a finger into your ass and is matching Cole's thrusts with her own. Belinda is kneeling and I can see her hairless pussy lips from between her legs. 

I have been playing with myself as I watched the wanton sex before me, but it is time to be involved again. I kneel behind Belinda and part her legs with one thigh. She gives me access, all the time keeping her fingers moving in and out of you. I sense that you are close to climaxing as I slip into her wet pussy, watching my shaft slip between her red lips. I reach forward and fondle her breasts, feeling them sway with each thrust I make. She pushes back against me and our eyes remained locked on you as you come, your body arching back, then forward as waves of pleasure fill your senses. Cole lets you slip from him as you collapse onto the sofa, and Belinda removes both her fingers. You lie face down, regaining control of your breathing as I pick up my pace. Cole is still kneeling on the sofa, his erect cock slick with your juices. I reach out and grasp it, feeling from his hardness how close he must have been to coming. Belinda is gasping in small breathless moans and gripping the sofa with both hands as I slam into her. Cole watches as I fuck her, not moving as I begin to stroke his cock. You have rolled onto your side and as you watch I see the arousal begin to take hold of you again.

You throw one leg on each side of Belinda's face and push your pussy against her mouth, and wordlessly her tongue slides from between her lips and into you. She lets go of the sofa with one hand and begins to gently rub your clit as her tongue flicks rapidly up and down your pussy. Cole grunts once and comes, a thick spurt of semen flying from his cock and landing on Belinda's back. Another lands on her arm and then several more land on the couch. I can feel his cock softening in my hand and release it after one last squeeze. I can feel the tension mounting in my groin as I watch Belinda's wet tongue probing you, and as I see your stomach tense, then that familiar ripple run through your body, I come hotly inside her, pulling her against my groin as I fill her with my come. 

Slowly we separate our tangled bodies. I slip my arm around your sweaty waist and pull you close, kissing you. We remain that way for a short time as Belinda pulls a lightweight doona from the cupboard. Then we are alone as the others head into their bedroom. As they closed the door I saw Cole's member rising again and that Belinda's nipples were hardening. I felt another twitch down below and decided that there was time in the night for one more. I grabbed the doona, flung it around your shoulders and picked you up, walking through the blowing drapes and into the night air onto the beach which was illuminated by the half crescent of the moon and the stars. 

I was thinking that I had won the game.



New Year



Author's note: While this story is entirely fictitious and no characters bear any relationship to any real person, its setting is factual. Queenstown, New Zealand, is recognized as the party capital of New Zealand on New Year's eve; fireworks are let off at midnight on a barge on the lake, and the skirts worn by the girls are the shortest that I have had the good fortune to observe, although I am uncertain of what is worn beneath. While I cannot guarantee that you'll experience the type of action there which I have described in the story, I'm sure it could be fun trying. Enjoy. 

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December 31st; the end of another year, beginning of a new year. New Year, new life, well, let's hope so. The past year had been pretty shitty. My long-term boyfriend left me a couple of months ago for some blonde bimbo who crooked her little finger at him; I got fired from my job a few weeks ago and was living on my meager savings, sharing a room in a hostel with Kirsty for a few nights in the party capital of New Zealand -- Queenstown. It's a place of amazing scenery, happy people, high cost of living and short, short skirts. Then there was me: staid, unfashionable, miserable, alone. 

I'd met Kirsty on the flight from LAX to Auckland, one of those fateful meetings in the random game of air travel, then we sat together again from there to Queenstown. We hit it off right from the start despite, or maybe because of, our differences. She was a street-wise solo-by-choice playgirl from LA while I was a naive, hard-working small town girl from the mid-west. She was sexually experienced with many men while I had only the experiences with my one and only ex to call upon. The differences were obvious when we changed out of our northern hemisphere winter outfits into our summer clothes in Auckland airport. I wore a simple cotton dress reaching from neck to knee while she wore a very low cut top over a pair of shorts that seemed to be painted on. 

Kirsty was about my size so on New Year's eve she loaned me one of her short dresses and suggested we go to the lakefront and hang out, pick up some guys, watch the fireworks and try to get laid, not necessarily in that order. I tried on the dress and paraded in front of Kirsty.

"I can't wear this!" I announced in no uncertain manner, "It hardly covers my butt. Look," I pointed to the hemline which ended a fraction of an inch below my ass cheeks, "It's only about a quarter of an inch decent. If I bend over even the slightest everyone will see my panties. "

"Well, the best way to prevent that is to not wear any," replied Kirsty with a laugh.

"Yeah, so then they'd see my hairy pussy and ass," I replied sarcastically.

"And?"

"And then they'd think I was a slut."

"Well, what's wrong with that It's new year, party time, so let them think that then when they proposition you you'll be able to prove it, one way or the other, your choice. Time to live a little, girl. You're only 20 once."

"You mean you'd let a guy pick you up just because he thought you were an easy lay because your hemline is too high to be decent?" I asked incredulously.

"Why not?"

I didn't have a ready answer.

"Anyway," continued Kirsty after noting my silence, "We can always fix the hairy part. Do you want me to shave your pussy like mine?"

As she said that she flipped her short skirt up then pulled her thong down to reveal her naked, shaved pussy, with a small patch of trimmed hair over her pubic bone.

"Like it?" she asked.

I did. My pussy flooded at the thought of parading my almost bare naked pussy around town 'hidden' only by the ultra-short dress. Suddenly I felt horny, a feeling which overcame all scruples. Whatever else happened tonight, I wanted to be fucked.

"Yes, very much. Can you please shave mine like that now?"

"Of course. Take your dress off and I'll do it now. I'll just collect my hair trimming gear and be in your room in a minute."

I went to my room and removed my borrowed dress, then lay on the bed. Kirsty arrived a couple of minutes later with her shaving gear and a sheet of plastic.

"Lift up," she ordered.

I lifted my hips and she slipped the plastic under my ass. 

"Right, so how much do you want left?"

"Just a little, like yours. Can you make it into a heart shape please?"

"Yeah, no probs. I'll use the clippers first then shave the short hair. Just lie there and relax; you'll have a beautiful looking pussy in almost no time."

I lay there and relaxed, hearing and feeling the warm buzz of the clippers as they removed the fleece from my mound. I spread my legs on request and Kirsty carefully trimmed the hair on my pussy lips, the vibrations and warmth, and the whole sexiness of this operation, making my juices flow copiously.

"Oh wow, are you ever wet!" commented Kirsty as she wiped away the excess lubrication.

It seemed to be only a few minutes until she fitted a new blade to her razor, then started shaving me closely, pulling the skin to cause the hairs to stand up as she expertly removed them. The feeling of her fingers and the gentle friction of the blade soon had me feeling soooo sexy. 

"Keep still," ordered Kirsty, "I can't shave you when you're humping your hips like that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was. It was just instinctive I guess because I feel so turned on."

"Hmmm. Do you wanna cum?"

"Oh yes, how I want to cum!"

Kirsty placed her razor on the side table and gently eased two fingers into my sopping cunt. She soon found my G spot and massaged that while at the same time gently massaging my clit with her other hand. It felt wonderful. Somehow I managed to just relax and accept the beautiful sensations as they coursed through my body, feeling my problems, grief, anger, loneliness leaving under Kirsty's expert fingers. I realized I was humping my hips but figured this was fine as she wasn't shaving me. Besides, I had great difficulty keeping them still.

I felt my orgasm approach, slowly, almost reluctantly, maybe because it had been so long. It was a deep welling up from my solar plexus, down to my groin and up to my head at the same time, getting closer, becoming more intense as Kirsty's magic fingers slowed down as she sensed my increased arousal. She was holding me in place, not letting me cum immediately, delaying my orgasm to build its intensity. 

I found myself writhing on the bed, moaning softly to myself, rolling my head from side to side. Kirsty reached up and pulled my bra cups off my breasts, then kissed each of my hardened nipples while continuing her ministrations to my pussy. Without changing her rhythm, she sucked each nipple into her mouth and bit gently on my nubs, each in its turn, over and over. 

I had never felt so aroused. Kirsty was far better at making love to me, at arousing me, than any man I'd met. I was soooo close, but still unable to cum. Kirsty held me like this forever, it seemed, my whole world condensed to my nipples and pussy, from which radiated unbelievably ecstatic sensations.

Suddenly she increased her motion, biting harder on my nipples, speeding up and increasing the intensity of both her fingers on my G spot and her massage on my clit. I couldn't hold back any longer and with a shriek I came, hard, humping her hand as my hips thrashed involuntarily on the bed, moaning loudly. The peak sensations lasted for hours, it seemed, and were then followed by a series of aftershocks which began at my pussy and jolted through my whole body, leaving my fingers and toes tingling.

Gradually I came down from my high as Kirsty slowed then stopped her movements. I lay there panting for breath, watching as she smiled at me then kissed my lips in a long, wet open-mouthed kiss, our tongues wrestling together. We broke our kiss after a very long time.

"You owe me one," she said huskily.

"I'll be very pleased to pay that debt whenever you wish," I smiled up at her.

"Some other time. Right now we've got to finish your pussy trim."

Kirsty wiped my pussy with a towel to remove surplus juices then continued with the shave, creating a beautiful short haired heart with the lower point just above my clit hood. When she'd finished she helped me off the bed and I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. My pussy looked so sexy. Eagerly I hugged Kirsty and kissed her again. She reached behind me and unfastened my bra.

"Dare you to be naked under your dress tonight," she grinned after we broke the kiss.

What did I have to lose? It took only a microsecond to reply.

"Yes, if you will too."

"OK, you're on."

Kirsty slipped her dress off her shoulders and removed her bra then pulled off her thong, tossing both garments on her bed. I pulled my dress on over my naked body, noting how I looked in the mirror. Sex personified! I also noticed that I smelt of sex.

"I need a shower 'cause I stink of sex."

"No, don't shower. It's sexy girl smell and really turns guys on. What turns guys off is sexy guy smell, but you have none of that -- yet. So don't go and drown it with perfume or anything, you'll have guys flocking to you when you smell like that."

"Oh. OK; you seem to be the expert in these matters."

"I am, trust me. Now, let's get out of here and take the town by storm."

We picked up our purses, not that we'd need them, said Kirsty, because guys would be flocking to buys us drinks, turned off the lights and went into the street. The first thing we noticed was that there were people everywhere, guys and gals, all about our age, all the gals wearing dresses that matched ours in hem height. I began to relax a little, then as a cooler breeze blew between my thighs, reminding me that I was naked and bare, I had a moment of panic. What if my skirt moved upward? I looked down to check; still in place, the elastic at the hem tucking neatly under my buttocks to hold it down. What if I dropped my purse or had to bend over? That'd give some guys a thrill. I might just as well have been naked.

We walked slowly through the throng of people to the lakeside. At least the crowd of people prevented some pervert from bending over to look up my dress. We walked alongside a building and stepped carefully around a couple of guys sitting on the footpath smoking a joint. Omigod, my pussy was at eye level, I thought. I turned around to see them both looking at us with broad grins on their faces. Maybe it was lucky they were too spaced out to follow us.

We sat at an outside table at a bar, carefully positioning ourselves so that we each blocked the distant view of the other's pussy. I could feel the bar stool against my bare ass and hoped that my skin was covered down to the stool; I reached behind and pulled the skirt downward just to be sure. A waiter came over and we ordered drinks. He looked down at us and his face coloured. I looked down at my dress and noticed it had worked its way upwards, clearly exposing my naked, newly shaved pussy and the lower half of the heart. I tried in vain to pull it further downward.

After he left with our order I whispered the problem to Kirsty.

"Yes," she replied, "I knew this would happen if we sat. Isn't it fun!"

I didn't reply. Before our drinks arrived a couple of guys, probably in their mid-twenties had eyed us up and received the 'come hither' look from Kirsty (I'll have to practice that look) and were sitting on the other two stools at the table, trying to make civilized conversation and not give the impression that they only had eyes for our tits. It must be hard being a guy sometimes.

When the waiter returned he handed us our drinks and one of the guys gave him a fifty and ordered beers for themselves. We found their names were Pete and Randy (rather apt, I thought) and they were on holiday from Australia. We introduced ourselves and then started talking more generally about weather and what we'd done in this area. They'd been jet boating and paragliding while we'd been mainly window shopping. We found they were staying in a fairly expensive hotel, which would undoubtedly be luxurious compared with our hostel. Their beers arrived, along with their change, which they waved away, probably to try to impress us. It worked.

I noticed Randy gently inching his hand closer to mine, while Pete was doing the same with Kirsty. The waiter returned and placed a bowl of chips on the table, compliments of the house, he told us while having a good look at our naked pussies from his superior position. Randy and Pete must have also noticed the direction his eyes took because they moved a little, leaning towards us so they could cop a sight of our unsupported breasts with their hard nubs pushing out the dress fabric. Shortly afterwards I noticed Randy adjusting his pants, presumably to reposition his hard cock.

All this time we'd been carrying out a conversation on trivial and mundane topics, as you do when sussing each other out. We finished our drinks and they offered us more but we refused, saying we wanted to walk and see some of the sights, meaning what other people were wearing. They asked if they could come along too and we agreed, then we all stood, Kirsty and I smoothing our dresses down quickly, but not quickly enough to prevent the guys from noticing our nakedness.

"Wow," commented Randy, "Are you completely naked under that dress?"

I blushed. "Yes," I murmured.

"Wow, that's so hot! Hey Pete, is your one naked under her dress too?"

Shit! I felt like I was being treated like a chattel; like cattle at an auction. Pete obviously asked Kirsty, who confirmed it, and then the moment passed. Randy and Pete put their arms around our respective waists and we walked through the throng again, careful to try to ensure that their hands did not raise the hems of our dresses.

The crowd thinned out at the lakeside as the fireworks weren't due to start for another half hour so they led us to a more secluded area where boats were moored and pulled us behind a shed. Randy twisted around so he faced me and gently bent to kiss me. Omigod, I'd only known him a matter of minutes and here was this guy, knowing I was naked under my very short dress, wanting to kiss me. Options ran through my head: kiss him back? Run like hell? Do nothing?

I bent my head back and kissed him as his lips met mine. He pressed his body against mine so I pressed back, feeling his long hard cock pressing into my belly. I wanted it inside me, now, but kept kissing him, allowing him to lead to who knows where. One of his wandering hands cupped my right breast, first through the fabric of my dress then, after pulling the shoulder strap off my shoulder, he cupped my naked breast, twisting and squeezing my nipple just as I liked. I moaned into his mouth. The I felt his other hand on my belly, working its way downward until her cupped my pussy, his fingers feeling for the entrance to my love tunnel in my crack. It felt so good; I felt so wet.

I looked sideways and saw that Kirsty was engaged in the same sort of activity with Pete, except that she'd undone his zipper and had her hand inside his trousers. I followed suit, lowering Randy's zipper and rubbing his erect member through his shorts. His kiss intensified and I pushed down the elastic of his waistband, then felt his naked cock come free. I wrapped my hand around it and jacked him a few times before reaching downward and cupping his balls, squeezing them gently then playing with them as they slipped and slid inside his sac. He moaned into my mouth, then whispered in my ear.

"I want to fuck you now."

"Mmmm, and I want you to, too."

He removed his hands and placed them under my bare ass cheeks, lifting me off my feet while still kissing me. I wrapped my legs around the outside of his thighs. I felt his hard cock drag down my belly then spring between my thighs. Then he started to lower me slowly, flexing his hips to position his cock head at my entrance. Finally it was in place and he continued to lower me. I felt his cock slipping inside me, further and further, as he gradually let me down until I was fully impaled on him. He was too tall for my feet to touch the ground properly; all I could do was stand on tip toes as the root of his cock pressed hard against my clit. It felt so good.

"How's that, sweetheart?" Randy whispered in my ear.

"Mmmmm, lovely. Oh darling, fuck me; cum inside me, please darling," I begged not knowing why I said it, just knowing it was what I wanted.

He pressed my back against the shed wall, the same shed wall that Kirsty's back was pressed against as Pete fucked her. Then he raised and lowered me while I held on around his neck, trying to control the speed and depth of his penetration but realizing that it was he, not I, who was in charge here.

After only a very short time I felt ready to cum, even despite my earlier huge cum this evening. I told Randy and he redoubled his efforts, thrusting deeply, rubbing his cock against my clit and spreading my ass cheeks with his hands so that I felt the cool air inside my tight asshole.

"Oh, darling, cum in me, fill me with your hot cum, squirt your potent seed in me."

He increased the speed and strength of his thrusts yet again and I then was there, cumming hard on his cock, a cock that I hadn't even met until a very short time ago. I felt his hot jets deep inside me as he spurted his potent seed against my cervix.

In a few seconds it was over. We relaxed against each other for a short time then he lifted me, withdrew his softening cock, and carefully placed me on my feet, holding me until he knew I was steady. I felt a mixture of our juices running down my thighs as he tucked his cock inside his pants and zipped them up.

I looked around to find that Pete was sitting on a bollard with Kirsty on his knee, kissing and cuddling while he caressed her exposed breasts. Randy and I joined them on a second bollard. I noticed that the juices flowing from both our pussies left puddles on the guys' trousers.

"Whew, that was intense," said Pete to Randy.

"Yeah, they sure are a couple of good fucks. Shall we invite them back to our rooms or find more? We could always swap."

Again I felt like they were discussing a cattle auction so I smiled at Kirsty and asked if we should go with these guys or see if we could find more who were gentlemen.

"You won't find gentlemen dressed like that," she grinned. "Anyway, these ones seem fine to me. Wanna swap later?"

I figured the old saying about a bird in the hand being better than one in the bush could be applicable to this situation so agreed that if they wanted us, we'd go with them. A short time later the crowd began counting backwards from ten. It was almost midnight; almost another year. For me, I hoped this year would bring joy, happiness and prosperity after the previous disaster of a year I'd had. However, right now, sitting on Randy's knee as the count continued, I didn't care.

"Three, two, one, happy New Year," blared the speakers all around the lake front.

I found myself standing with my stomach against a fence rail, looking across the lake, when the lights went out and the first fireworks exploded in the sky with a colorful burst of lights, followed by the sound of a loud explosion. Everybody, including me, was watching the fireworks when I felt a hand probing between my thighs, trying to open my pussy slit, and a voice in my ear whispered "Spread 'em.". 

Assuming it was Randy wanting more, I spread my legs apart as widely as I could and bent further over the rail, then felt the head of his cock probing my still well-lubricated cunt entrance. Quickly he slid in, pushing in to the hilt, then fucking me gently while his hand found my clit after raising the front of my dress hem. The combination of his fucking, the stimulation of my clit and the sheer audacity of him fucking me surrounded by many thousands of people was overwhelming and it took only a few minutes for me to cum, followed quickly by his spurt of sperm into my cunt. He held me close, then withdrew his cock and whispered a thank you into my ear, barely audible above the noise of the fireworks display. Inside I had a fireworks display of my own as I contemplated what had just happened as he kept his arms around me.




New Year



A few minutes later it was all over and I turned around to find that Pete had his arms around me and a big grin on his face. I looked sideways and saw Randy in a similar position with Kirsty. Omigod, I thought, they'd swapped already. Pete and Randy walked us to a bar and we sat and drank to the New Year then they invited us back to their hotel. We swapped back again and Randy walked me with his arm around my waist to their suite. On the way back we lost Kirsty and Pete somewhere in the crowd, but figured they were big people and knew their own way home.

Once inside Randy wasted no time in stripping me of my dress, while removing his clothes also. He had a good bod, a bit out of shape but nonetheless well-endowed in the right places. I felt slutty and grotty, sticky from cum, and needed a shower. Together we stood in the shower washing each other between kisses, then dried each other and he carried me to his king size bed. We rolled on it, hugging, kissing, caressing and loving each other. 

We heard the door to the suite open and close and the lights in the lounge came on.

"You home?" called Pete.

"Yeah," replied Randy, "You got Kirsty with you?"

"You bet."

We heard Kirsty and Pete do much the same as we had done, showering together then going to Pete's room. After a few moments, during which we heard giggling from Kirsty, Pete asked Randy if he wanted to swap again.

Randy looked at me questioningly and I grinned and nodded, so he answered "Yeah, all OK here if it's OK there."

Next thing I knew the door was thrown open and Pete carried Kirsty into the bedroom, placing her carefully on the bed beside me. Then he stood back, quickly joined by Randy, who surveyed Kirsty's luscious body with interest, as Pete was doing to mine. Pete and Randy looked at each other.

"This could be fun," he said.

"Sure could," agreed Pete.

Without further ado Pete came to me and started kissing and caressing me intimately. Randy was doing the same to Kirsty as she lay alongside me. It took very little persuasion for Pete's cock to become ramrod straight and hard and he carefully worked it into my sopping pussy, then withdrew it, watching Randy do the same for Kirsty. Both guys withdrew and went out of the room, obviously discussing what to do with us. Kirsty and I wasted no time in continuing to caress each other, fingers each other's pussy, licking, sucking and nibbling each other's breasts, and finally moving into a full 69 position where we were sucking and nibbling each other's clit.

Randy and Pete returned.

"Hey, man, look at these two bitches go for it!" exclaimed Pete. "What a show. Bet that Kirsty cums first."

"Nah, not a hope. Stacy's far hotter. She'll cum first for sure."

"Tell you what. Whichever one cums first, we'll both fuck."

"Good idea," agreed Randy.

Both cheered for their chosen lover while Kirsty and I did our best to cum as quickly and hard as we could so we would gain the benefit of these two guys. I was getting so close but Kirsty beat me to it by a couple of seconds, writhing under my tongue on the bed while I humped her face, cumming shortly afterwards.

Pete rolled me off Kirsty and without giving her a break, held her legs widely apart and invited Randy to do the deed. Randy pushed his cock into Kirsty's cunt with no preliminaries, forcing it in as far as it would go then pushing hard for that final inch. He fucked her hard and fast while she writhed, partly in lust, partly in pain I suspect. It took only a few minutes before Randy came inside Kirsty, then pulled out and held her so Pete could repeat his performance. Again Kirsty was virtually raped, Pete cumming after about ten full-depth thrusts. He withdrew quickly and we watched Kirsty as she rolled on her side and brought her knees to her chest in obvious pain.

"Hey, we could fuck her ass now," suggested Pete.

"No, leave her be. You've hurt her enough for tonight," I said. "If you want more, and judging by your cocks you're not up for it, you can fuck me."

Pete looked at me, then picked me up and took me to his room, leaving Kirsty with Randy. Once in Pete's room he spread-eagled me on his bed and straddled me. I reached for his cock and balls, pulling his balls down hard, eliciting a moan of pain.

"If you want me I'm yours, but I won't tolerate you being rough or causing me pain. So come on, honey, harden up for me and make sweet gentle love to me."

I gently stroked his cock while holding his balls in my other hand, and was rewarded by his cock lengthening and thickening as it became fully engorged once again. 

"Lie on your back, darling, I want to ride you."

He lay on his back, his cock pointing to the ceiling and I straddled him then gently lowered myself onto him, taking his full length and sitting firmly across his hips. He reached up and cupped my breasts, twisting my nipples painfully, just as I like it. I started moving back and forth, rubbing my pussy slit and clit across his pubic bone. He moved his hands to my hips to increase the tempo and very soon I was approaching my orgasm. 

"Yes, honey, like that, oohhh I'm sooo close, yes, yes, yes, cum in me darling, ooohhh, I'm cummingggggg."

As I came hard I felt his warm sperm flooding my cunt as he squirted several spurts against the end of my love tunnel. I sat still for a few seconds then collapsed onto his chest, panting hard from my exertions. As I lay there I heard screams of ecstasy from Kirsty in the other room. Randy must be treating her right, was my final thought as I drifted into an exhausted satiated sleep.

*************************************

Later on New Year's day I awoke, my memory of the previous evening and early morning coming back slowly. I reached out sideways and felt a body, still obviously asleep, and checked. It was Pete. I thought through how I had behaved and waves of remorse flooded through me. I was a slut. I had had sex with two guys I hardly knew, letting them cum inside me, use me like the fuck toy I'd apparently become. Thank god I was still on the pill, I thought, must remember to take today's one soon. But I'd not used any protection. I had opened myself up to all sorts of sexual diseases without a thought for the future. I was just a filthy whore slut, selling myself, my integrity, for a few cheap thrills. My behavior was contrary to everything I'd ever been taught. I started sobbing quietly, burying my face in the pillow as the sobs racked my body.

Pete must have woken up because I felt his arm around my shoulders as he tried to soothe me.

"Sweetheart, what's the matter?" he purred into my ear.

"I'm such a slut, letting you and Randy fuck me when we'd just met, taking no precautions against any STDs. You must just think me the lowest of the low."

He pressed his lips to my neck and kissed me, caressing my naked body with his hands as he sought to comfort me from my demons.

"Darling, you and Kirsty are the sweetest, sexiest, most adorable women I've ever met. I'm sorry if you now regret what we did, but at the time you were more than willing and I thought you enjoyed yourselves immensely. I know Randy and I certainly did. However, you are free to leave at any time. We're certainly not going to hold you. If you stay you do so of your own free will. I certainly hope you stay with us, but the decision is yours entirely."

As he spoke the words sank in and I realized that it was me, not him, who I was angry at. I also realized that I wasn't angry at me for last night, but for all the earlier times when I hadn't taken opportunities offered to have fun. I was regretting the cossetted and over-protected life I'd been living. I resolved to change things this year. This was my new beginning, my opportunity to really live life, starting now. I had a choice: stay or go. I chose to stay. I rolled over towards Pete, pressing him to the bed, kissing him hard on the lips, smiling down at him while my hand sought his cock, semi-hard already, and gently massaged it to full hardness.

"Fuck me, darling," I commanded hoarsely.

He rolled me onto my back, covered me with his body, bent his head down and nibbled at my nipples, sending thrills of sexy delight shooting through my body, then I moaned as he slowly entered me, his rigid member sliding into my lubricious tunnel, completely filling me, his pubic bone pressing hard against my clit, sending erotic sensations throughout my body.

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart," he replied once he was fully engulfed by my hungry cunt. "I'll be here for just as long as you need me."

As Pete moved gently inside me, pushing, coaxing, cajoling me towards my release, my mind wandered through the chain of events that caused a shy, staid mid-western girl to be enjoying exquisite lovemaking with a guy she hardly knew in a foreign country on the other side of the globe. As I reached my climax I cried out from the wondrous sensations that permeated my whole body once again. I felt him inject another dose of his hot sperm against my eager cervix and I knew that I was in love with Pete and wanted to stay with him for the rest of my life. Maybe this was the new beginning in a new year that I needed. I resolved to leave my conservative self behind and from now on to embrace life fully, so that this year could be the most wondrous, exciting and sexually fulfilling year of my life.



New Year



I am an 'Over sixties guy'

Pretty fit, thanks to my in-house gym.

I was married for 23 years, we bought up two sons that are now into productive living.

We have grandchildren, four, all nice kids.

Best friend now with my ex-wife, though we have been 20 years apart. (We can last for up to 3 days together. Then the old feelings creep back in)

My wife was into the fashion business, with the rest of her family.

I always enjoyed the parades, the pretty girls in next to nothing, their bras and panties.

Older, living alone now, I still enjoy pretty underwear.

But now, for the last few years, I wear the lovely things.

Everyday I wear foundation makeup, lipstick, eye makeup. (My excuse is that we 'oldies' need this to look younger.)

Of course I always wear pretty panties at home, high heels, satin underthings, swirly skirt and blouse in winter. 

My clothing for outside now is all women's. Softer, more colorful, androgynous.

Clothing that I enjoy, feel happiest in.

I traveled with my yacht and my then sailing and fucking partner here in New Zealand, to the North. In this semi tropical environment.

We had a relationship that lasted for seven years, gloriously based on sailing and sex.

However, eventually I wanted a change from living aboard the boat.

We bought a small dwelling, I started my three businesses from home.

We separated. She still lives on her yacht that we bought for her.

That was ten years ago.

Since then, a few women have come into my life and left without impressing either of us.

I just couldn't find the passion.

So, now, 12 years living in my little house in the trees in suburbia, in a short closed street.

My next door neighbors are really neat, great folks to be around.

Jeanette, pretty, with a warm personality.

Jason is a great person to be alongside. We are best friends. Lucky.

Their kids, I just love them.

We have shared barbecues always. We have generally helped each other for ten years.

The main part of story is happening with them as I write.

First then, let me tell you of my one and only gay overnight affair. I had this with Juls, a man I met on internet.

A lovely, gay Filipino guy.

He was my son's age.

Our very first meeting was 150 miles away. I had been down seeing my son's family.

We met in a lovely park that he had chosen. He turned out to be a beautiful man, to look at , to talk with. Most enjoyable company.

I let him know that that I was still a male virgin, reluctant yet curious, and quite excited to be with him, enjoying his company.

We talked the whole afternoon.

Juls decided to drive back with me that day to stay in my little house.

I love to cook. I made him one of my favorites, which we enjoyed with a few wines.

Then, I did not refuse his inviting himself into my bed.

Amazingly, he put on his male pajamas. I felt quite the slut in my frilly nightie!

Laying next to each other, we talked quietly.

He moved his hand, to clasp mine. That felt electric.

And then he lightly kissed me.

My world suddenly lit up like fireworks!

Without thinking, I really lunged for Juls, pulled him on top of me, kissed him back like there was no tomorrow! Hugged him to me, wanted him, needed him.

I couldn't believe the passion that I felt for this man. I was so loving having his body entwined with mine. 

He was so passionate, so strong, his lips manly and virile.

We kissed, we hugged, we made out, enjoying each others bodies.

Me, the Virgin. I had been reluctant up to that stage. Now I had to have him.

I needed suddenly to taste him.

I tore the PJ pants off him, I devoured that lovely cock, that was strangely still quite soft.

I kissed the beautiful head, licked a little pre-cum, then sucked him into my willing mouth.

I could take everything, at least for a short time, right until I felt his pubes tickling my nose.

His cock felt so great, warm, pliant, pulsing.

And Growing! That was so exciting, to know that my lover was growing inside me.

I wanted more, gagged a bit then as his cock lost its softness. It reached my throat, opening that a little, but it was just too much.

Up for air, gasping.

Juls, worried "Darling! Please don't hurt yourself!"

His hand resting tenderly on my head, eyes glazed. 

I just couldn't get enough. 

I gazed at his hard cock so close.

It was so beautiful that I almost swooned!

I licked the head, ran my tongue right into the piss slit and was rewarded with another sweet little pre-cum taste.

Making a tight 'O' with my lips, I devoured that cock head, up and down, up and down, dribbling saliva, feeling Jule's body twitch a bit as I did that.

Back for more pre-cum, then down, down, as far as I could.

In me. What a glorious feeling to have that cock consumed within. 

Why, suddenly, the yearning to make love to this magnificent man?

I have always liked the silky taste of my own cum. For the first time in my life, I was about to enjoy another man's.

He began to withdraw, telling me that his orgasm was imminent.

Not a show of pulling out now, my Lover!

I wrapped both hands around his arse, pulling him into me.

I found his lovely little anus. I pushed a finger in to the first knuckle.

That did it. I felt the spurts, felt the warmth of his cumming

And it was lovely, pulsing around my mouth, I swallowed, every drop.

Where had it come from, this love, this passion? I was the one that undressed him to get at his body. I was still in my now tasseled nightie.

Not for long though.

We had everything off. We lay entwined, I just adored feeling his beautiful warm body pressed into mine.

Me, this rampant old sex loving guy, who had always had to "get my rocks away" felt totally satiated, at peace.

We slept.

He left, early in the morning, needed for his care-taking role back in his home town.

The affair stopped there.

For me, the old reticence thing kicked in. 

I wanted him just for myself. I could not imagine him with another. This was not fair to him.

I told him that.

My family, my friends, all would have trouble with me 'coming out' at my age.

I still often think tenderly of Juls, perhaps the last love of my life.

Maybe it could still happen though. With this man that I appear to have fallen deeply in Love with. Maybe I will have the courage.

Anyway, that's how it was until just this New Year.

Back to my main story with my next door neighbors.

We had our usual street New Year barbecue, so friendly, so enjoyable.

We all had few wines, mellow, we were seeing the year out.

BIG kisses at midnight.

Jeanette and I, finally it got around to our turn. She was, even more than usual, warm passionate, and sexy.

Kissing alone in the conservatory.

For sooo long. So wonderful for this old guy. Her lips were so soft, so beguiling

Coming apart finally, we were slightly out of breath, both of us.

"We must talk" says Jeanette.

Me trying not to think of the raging hard-on in my pants.

"Tomorrow, after lunch, Jason and the kids are away at the school pageant."

What a way to finish off the year, with my thoughts of sex. But slightly subdued with the worry of possibly cheating on my best friend.

I lustily wanked off to the thought of this lovely lady's body that night, I can tell you.

The happening is just beginning.



New Year Cuckold



It was last New Year's Eve. Julian and his wife were at a friend's party even though he hadn't wanted to come. His wife had wanted to come though and that was all that mattered. Ever since they had had a foursome with another couple (her idea, of course), when his wife had taken the other guy's cock out of her mouth and offered it to her husband, she had seen him as something less than a man. The other three in the bed, his wife and the other couple, had burst out laughing as Julian had fulfilled a long held fantasy of sucking another man's cock. How his wife had known he would never know but she later told him that she had always suspected there was something of the cuckold in him and he had just proven her right.  

As soon as they got to the party his wife started flirting outrageously with anything in trousers, man or woman, so much so that a few of the other guests were beginning to ask him why he didn't have more control over his wife. They would never know and never be able to guess just how little she cared what he thought or felt about what she was doing. No-one could deny that she wasn't attractive and none of the men she was latching on to seemed to mind her attentions. A few of their partners did though and so everyone was delighted when she caught sight of a newcomer, everyone that is except Julian.

The new arrival, Julian had to admit, was a very handsome younger man who he heard someone refer to as "Peter". If he was unwelcome to the men in the room, Peter certainly seemed to have a way with the women as they seemed to surround him as soon as he came into the room. If Julian thought for one moment that this would dissuade his wife then he really didn't know her at all. Pushing herself to the front of the small group, she had soon caught his attention and made sure it never wavered as she pressed herself up against him and asked him to dance with her.

Julian watched them flirting from across the room and relaxed for a moment when he saw Peter lift his wife's left hand and point to her wedding ring. She simply laughed and pointed at her husband, sneering at him as she was obviously informing her new toy how much of a wimp her husband really was and how much she needed a real man. Peter looked across at Julian and laughed too, while he took his wife by the hand and led her over to where a few other couples were dancing.

Some of the other guests stared at Julian as he simply stood against the wall and cringed, his face burning with embarrassment as another man began to fondle his wife under the pretence of dancing. He hated himself for his own inadequacies, and he hated the fact that his small dick was already stiffening, but he could not deny the eroticism of what was happening before his eyes. Of course, it was happening before the eyes of a good few others too and this only added to his humiliation. Peter obviously didn't give a fuck that he was groping another man's wife and she was enjoying herself too much to even consider her husband's feelings. She had stopped doing that a long time ago.

Peter was proving that he could move on the dance floor as his hips moved, pulling Julian's wife closer to him. She wasn't complaining as she ground herself against the man she had just met and didn't seem to mind in the least when a flash went off and someone had obviously taken a photo of the hot couple dancing together. 

Julian could tell she was becoming more and more excited, especially when a slow song began and Peter pulled her even closer. He was pushing his crotch against her and Julian was sure she would be able to feel his hard cock as they moved together. It was becoming less of a dance and more of an exhibition of foreplay. 

One slow song after another was playing now as they continued to press against each other, practically having sex with their clothes on. Julian knew what she was like; if they weren't careful she was going to cum as they danced.

Peter could obviously read the signs too because, looking over at Julian, he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth and his hands cupping her arse hard, pulling her even harder and tighter against his crotch. No one else was dancing now as the other guests watched the younger man pushing hard against her pussy, practically lifting her off the floor with his thrusts. Julian could swear he heard his wife moaning in pleasure over the music as she thrust back in a way she never had with him. 

And then it happened. Julian was almost in tears and his cock was throbbing in his trousers as his wife began to have an orgasm there and then in front of everyone. She was going wild, wrapping her legs around Peter's waist as they both humped together, her head swinging from side to side, her screams of delight all too obvious to anyone in the room. Still Peter thrust against her as she rubbed her pussy and clit with increasing force against his jeans until she finally slowed down and her legs slid from his waist.

As everyone else looked away, embarrassed by this lewd display, Julian could only stare at his wife who was obviously burning with desire and lust. She reached down and realised that Peter hadn't cum, his cock was still rock hard and he was now desperate for relief. They suddenly seemed to realise what they had done in front of everyone and they ran outside into the garden just as the bells tolled at midnight, snogging like teenagers. 

Julian wanted to follow them out and have a swing at his wife's new plaything but he knew he wasn't man enough to do anything about what was happening. Peter seemed to know it too as he smiled a very smug smile at his soon-to-be next conquest's wimp of a husband. He pulled her back into the house and practically dragged her into the kitchen where it was much warmer. As they sat down in front of the buffet she leaned in close and asked him if there was anything she could do for him, running her hand up and down his muscular thigh.

At this point the other guests left the kitchen, well aware that she was married to Julian, that she was acting like a slut and that they had no intention of being anywhere near when she did "anything he wanted". Julian ran upstairs to the bathroom. He knew even he couldn't just stand there and watch whatever happened next; it was just too humiliating, but he was desperate to see exactly what this new couple were going to do.

Knowing the house well, he locked himself in the bathroom, standing in the bath, and opened the window which allowed him a perfect view of what was going on in the kitchen. Peter and his wife were still sitting at the table and, now that he was out of sight of everyone else, Julian unzipped his trousers and took out his cock.

This was total humiliation for him. He knew everyone at the party was talking about the couple in the kitchen and wondering why he didn't do something about it. How could he ever explain that he was powerless at that moment? How could he explain that all he could do was play with his own small cock while he watched his wife play with another man's much bigger one? How could he explain that this was the most exciting thing that had happened to him since she last took an unknown lover in front of him?

His wife seemed to be unaware that Julian was watching them but she couldn't have cared less even if he had been standing beside them. She had a real man to play with now and play with him was exactly what she had in mind. She had already felt how big and hard he was when he ground against her during their dance, as he made her cum even as they were both still dressed. Now she could feel the length of him in her hand as she groped his cock through his jeans. It was time to release her new toy, time to play.

Julian watched as his wife, without an ounce of shame, pulled down the zip on Peter's jeans and reached inside. He watched as she smiled at her new lover, only too aware that his rival's cock would be growing in her hand, if it wasn't already rock hard. He watched as his wife kissed the man sitting next to her, a man everyone knew wasn't her husband, and could do nothing but reach into his own trousers and release his own stiffening cock.

Peter just sat there smiling, unable to believe his luck and unwilling to do anything that could possibly spoil the moment. He couldn't have cared less that the woman squeezing his hard cock was another man's wife; that was her problem – and her husband's.

Although the kitchen table was laden with food, there was no cover hanging down to obscure Julian's view of his wife freeing Peter's cock from the confines of his jeans. He squeezed his own once more, all too aware that it paled in comparison to the other man's. He watched as her painted nails ran up and down the large penis that now belonged to her. She was looking a little flushed by now and Julian knew it was in equal measure due to her alcohol intake and her unrestricted lust. It was a long time since she had given him a handjob, a very long time, but he knew that she was an expert at it, just as Peter was now discovering.

There was no hesitation in her as she wrapped her fingers around her latest toy and began to stroke it up and down. Julian could only copy her movements with his own penis and wished he was feeling the pleasure that was so obvious on his rival's face. 

His wife asked Peter something at that point and he simply shook his head. Julian had no way of hearing the conversation but, knowing his wife as he did he remembered that she liked to use some sort of lubrication when she was playing with a man's cock. Sure enough, she reached across the table and picked up some sort of oil for dressing the salad and poured a little on the cock in her hand. 

Peter looked surprised but delighted too as she twisted her fingers through the slick oil, rubbing it all over the cock she was holding, even down to Peter's large balls which she now fished out of his jeans with her slimy hand.

Wrapping her finger back round his length, her fingers began to move faster now, sliding more easily up and down, swirling her whole hand across the head of his cock, making him desperate for release. His hips were starting to push forward now just as Julian's were while he stood watching. 

His own cock was as hard as it had ever been as he watched his slut of a wife massaging a stranger's much bigger cock and he speeded up his own hand. He thought Peter might be about to cum soon; he knew for certain that he was. He was going to cum while he stood in the bath at his friend's home watching his wife make another man cum in the kitchen. What a worm he felt but even this feeling spurred him on to pump his cock faster. He knew what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, he watched as his wife ducked under the table until her mouth was only inches from Peter's cock but if he thought she was about to suck him off he had another think coming. Her lips parted just slightly as a small amount of saliva dripped from her mouth on to the tip of her new cock and she began to rub it in. Julian knew how good that felt and he could almost hear Peter moan in pleasure as he sat back and enjoyed what was probably the messiest handjob he had ever had.

Her breasts were shaking below her tight blouse as her efforts increased, determined to give her new man the same pleasure he had given her on the dance floor. Julian could only watch and wank as his whore of a wife jerked Peter's throbbing cock from top to bottom, swirling her hand across the top each time she got there. Julian tried to do the same but it just wasn't the same.

Peter suddenly threw back his head, letting out an inaudible groan of pure lust as he pushed his cock up through the slippery hand wrapped around it and his cum started to fly through the air. The first spurt hit the bottom of the table before he twisted slightly and the next shot spurted across her short black skirt. 

Julian's wife continued to pump the spurting cock in her hand and Julian could only pump his own, following her rhythm with much les spectacular results. He thought he was never going to cum until, as Peter finally stopped shooting cum all over the place, his wife took her messy hand from under the table, looked up at the bathroom window, smiled at her husband and licked the other man's spunk off her fingers. She had know all along that he was there and that was enough for Julian's own orgasm to rise from his balls and dribble into the bath. 

As the couple rose from the tale, the streaks of cum evident across his wife's black skirt, even from a distance, Julian could hear someone knocking on the door.

"Let me in. I really need to pee," a woman's pleading voice.

He quickly pushed his soft cock back into his trousers and washed his hands before unlocking the door. There was a queue waiting and Julian saw his friend Kevin, the host, coming towards him, throwing a comforting arm around his shoulders. Just then that same voice came from inside the bathroom.

"Oh, yuck! Someone's been wanking in the bath."

Total humiliation washed over Julian. As he went downstairs with Kevin, Peter and his wife were dancing once again only his time she was not only showing off the cum stains on her skirt but the top few buttons on her blouse were open too. She wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were bouncing around threatening to break free at any moment. The more she danced, the more they bounced and, as he entered the room, the other guests turned to face him. They looked from him to his wife and waited for his reaction. When he turned round and walked back out there were cries of disbelief, some of pity but mostly of disgust, the other guests as annoyed with him as they were with her.

He was determined to leave, there and then, but Kevin reminded him of how bad the weather was and convinced him to stay the night as they had planned. So, dejected and alone, Julian once more went back upstairs and left his wife to her games downstairs. The one thing Kevin didn't know was that he was forbidden from sharing his wife's bed tonight. She had insisted that they bring a sleeping bag for him, "just in case I manage to find a real man to fuck me." Her words rang in his ears as he undressed and slipped into the sleeping bag, naked apart from the pink silk knickers that he had stolen from his wife's laundry basket before they left home. 

He had drunk almost as much as she had earlier and he must have fallen asleep because a long time later he woke up with a start as the door crashed open. His wife was practically staggering, the after effects of far too much alcohol, and nearly fell across Julian as he lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. She began to strip off, fumbling with her buttons but, as he lay there perfectly still, Julian noticed there weren't that many still to be opened. Her breasts sprung free as she tugged her blouse off her arms and dropped it on the floor.

The room was in darkness but there was just enough light from the hall to make out the curves of her luscious breasts but he knew he was not allowed to touch them any more. Next came her skirt which was also dropped unceremoniously to the floor. Somehow she managed to force herself up on to her feet and pulled her knickers down. This time she dropped them on Julian's face and laughed.

"Happy New Year, hubby. You're about to see me being fucked the way I want to be fucked."

Whether she knew he was awake or not, Julian had no way of knowing as she said nothing else before she fell back on to the bed. Silently he pulled her soaking knickers from his face but not before he noticed the strong aroma from them and wondered if she'd already been fucked. Before he had time to investigate any further the door was thrown open once more and Peter pushed his equally drunken way into the room. He paid no heed to Julian, not even acknowledging his presence, and began to strip off. 

Whether or not it was due to all the beer that he had drunk, Julian noticed that Peter's cock was only half hard but, as soon as he saw his new lady friend lying naked waiting for him, it immediately grew to full hardness. It wasn't enormous, bigger than Julian's, but not enormous. It was, however, very thick and Julian watched it bouncing between his rival's legs before he climbed on to the bed and fed it to his wife.

She hungrily opened her mouth and Julian knew that at that moment her tongue would be swirling around the massive head. As if too prove it Peter let out a moan of pleasure while Julian pretended to still be asleep, silently pushing his hands in to his wife's dirty knickers to play with his own cock.

But it wasn't in her mouth she wanted Peter's cock. She'd already sucked off a couple of the other guests and now desperately needed to be fucked.

"Fuck me, Peter. I need your big, fat cock in my cunt now!"

She turned round and got on to all fours, presenting her pussy to her latest lover. Julian twisted round to the side of the bed so he could get a better view and watched as his enemy lined up his massive cock and entered his waiting wife. Now it was her turn to moan in appreciation and Julian could only squeeze his little cock that much harder as another torrent of filth poured from his slutty wife's mouth. 

"Oh, God! Yes, Peter! Fuck me! Use me like a slut! Fuck me the way I should be fucked!"

Julian cringed once more as he heard words he had never heard from his wife's mouth before. Still watching, desperate to see every inch of Peter's cock sink into his wife's pussy, hating himself but unable to stop himself, he saw his wife being grabbed by the hips and fucked ever slower and ever deeper. 

She was obviously close now, very close and, when Peter raised his right hand and started to spank her arse, her whole body seemed to shudder as she went over the edge and came hard. Peter, however, showed no sign of being finished and, once she stopped trembling, he pulled out of her and ordered her to lie on her back.

She quickly did as she was told only to be pulled further down the bed as Peter lifted her legs and spread them wide. This gave Julian an excellent view of his wife's battered pussy and he came into her knickers just as he saw Peter's cum seeping out of her cunt. 

His view was quickly blocked, however, when Peter pushed her legs over his shoulders and began to drive into the woman below him. He knew what she wanted and he had no hesitation in giving it to her as he fucked her harder and deeper this time, bringing her to the very edge of orgasm as he felt his own balls start to tingle. He was about to pull out when she dropped her legs and wrapped them around his waist, holding him in her, pulling him even deeper.

"No, don't stop. Fuck me, please. Cum in my pussy. I want it all."

Julian knew she had had many affairs but hearing her beg for another man's spunk was almost worse than seeing that man fuck her. When she felt Peter's body suddenly stop and go rigid all over, she knew he was cumming inside her and that was enough to make her cum too. It was enough for Julian too and he felt his own cum dribbling out over his fingers.

As Peter climbed off his wife and rolled onto his back, almost immediately falling asleep, Julian took the risk of raising his head one last time and was faced with his wife's beaten pussy as it leaked even more of her lover's cum. He was disgusted and aroused all at the same time and he continued to squeeze his cock even though his balls were well and truly empty. 

Once again he must have fallen asleep although it could only have been for moments, obviously exhausted from cumming so much in his wife's knickers. When he awoke he could hear the heavy breathing coming from the bed and dared to slide out of the sleeping bag. Both Peter and his wife were lying on their backs, both naked, both fast asleep and both obviously well satisfied.

Looking around Julian saw his wife's clothes lying on the floor and wondered what it would feel like to be dressed like a slut. He was small in size and he already knew his wife's knickers fitted him so why shouldn't her skirt and blouse?