0 comments/ 17543 views/ 6 favorites Mollie's Chambers Ch. 01 By: joeljones I want to tell you about the dirtiest girl I ever knew. I think it was Hanif Kureishi who observed that the most arousing images come from moments of real experience; those erotic images conjured from our wildest moments of youth, relived in a moment of private pleasure. That's not to say that my sex life has become boring; that I rely on dull recollections from my past to colour my dull middle age. My experiences have been far from it. However, there is something about those days of excitement, of exploration, where anything seemed possible; and for a brief window in our adolescence, it probably was. My group of friends in college was tight. We came from a small group of villages, where it was difficult to find a large number of people with similar interests. For us, it was music. Any opportunity to get together, plug into an old amplifier and rock out was good enough for us. We soon started to form solid bands, performing anywhere we could, playing for drinks, for nothing, whatever, the thrill it gave was second to none. For my friends and I, there was nothing else to do; and we spent as much time together as we could. I remember a day at Mollie's house. We'd spent all afternoon in her dad's garage, thrashing out some covers. I was on bass with my best friend Ben on lead guitar and Mollie's younger brother on drums; Mollie sang like an angel and played a mean rhythm guitar in between rolling joints. She had an amazing voice, singing Skunk Anansie and Alanis Morissette. Mollie's dad had been in an old blues band in the seventies. He said we always played too fast, needed to slow it down, and smoke some weed. We always tried to take his advice. * I'd been into Mollie from the moment I met her; we were in the first year of college but we'd known each other for much longer; as far as I was concerned, she was perfect. We'd been seeing each other for a few months while playing in the band together, and I'd discovered she was much more experienced than she seemed. She had a body to die for. Petite but curvy, with a generous behind over a tiny waist and white, white skin with a powder-puff of well-trimmed red over her tiny pink pussy. Her breasts were perfect; a C cup when she bothered to wear a bra and her hair fell about them, red as her lips, with a slight curl. She had no tattoos, but she had a piercing in one side of her nose. She took your breath away. The day had been hot. We'd been playing great, but maybe we'd gone on too long. To be honest, I'd been finding it difficult to concentrate. Mollie had been dressed for the summer in a short denim skirt, which exposed her long pale legs. To top it, a tight, thin lacy purple top bared her midriff. Through her shirt, you could clearly see the outline of her tits with; no bra, allowing us all to enjoy the movement of her breasts as she sang and played. Every now and then -- to be honest, quite a lot -- I'd catch a flash of her panties, purple and lacy to match her top, as she bent over to pick something up or adjust her amplifier. I was sure Ben had got an eyeful a couple of times as well; and I'd caught him staring at my girlfriend's tits or arse a number of times throughout the day. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. It was a well-known fact, and a bit of an in-joke, that Ben fancied Mollie too. He didn't make too much of an effort to conceal it. We were all close friends and, to be honest, I enjoyed watching them flirt shamelessly with each other. Mollie was such a tease. She knew how to keep us happy, and the competition made me want her like hell. In the couple of months we'd been going out, I'd taken every opportunity to get her on her own. It's safe to say we'd been fucking like rabbits. We retired to the front room, tired and hot, with the house to ourselves, and settled in front of the telly. Mollie dragged a blanket down to curl up under while her brother went up to his room to play games on his computer. "He's probably wanking off to Lara Croft," Mollie told us. Personally, I couldn't blame him, but at that moment, I only wanted his sister. * So there we were, the three of us on the sofa, just innocently watching T.V. I was acutely aware of the closeness of Mollie's body to mine. I could feel her warmth next to me, and her oh so sexy smell never failed to give me a hard-on. The privacy afforded by the blanket was the only excuse I needed; and the sleepy breathing sounds she was making, her lips slightly parted and her hot breath on my neck, only spurred me on. I decided to ignore the fact that Ben was only the other side of her and slipped my hand into her lap. We'd often sat in her room watching T.V and touching each other before, and she had always been more than ready to let my fingers wander to her pussy. This time though, she tensed suddenly, holding her breath for a second. I glanced around, but her eyes were closed and she made no effort to push me away. I looked over at Ben, who seemed not to be taking any notice. His eyes were fixed on the screen as I pushed my hand down between her legs. I smiled as she let out her breath, moving her hips slightly to push the front of her skirt against my fingers. Slowly, I traced my fingers over her crotch as my own jeans started to tighten, grinning to myself as she slowly wiggled her hips, letting her skirt ride up while I kept half an eye on Ben to see if he noticed. He didn't move. Either he was completely oblivious to what was going on right next to him, or he was hoping for a bit of a show. Either way, I didn't mind. My fingers moved down over her panties and I heard her take a sharp intake of breath, her pussy nuzzling against my hand in encouragement. Gently, I slipped my hand underneath the thin material, brushing gently against her fine hairs and teasing slowly down the sides of her pussy before slipping ever so slowly between her lips and into her warm, pleasingly wet pussy. All this time, my cock had been straining at the front of my jeans as I concentrated on moving my fingers slowly between her pussy lips, finding the sweet spot, and toying with her clit using the movements she'd shown me weeks before. I was aware of her hand nearest me still on top of the covers, the one on Ben's side underneath. Surely it should be the other way round? Finally she opened her eyes and looked at me with a look I'd never seen before. She was obviously turned on, but somehow tense. I gave her an encouraging smile and she leaned towards me to kiss me, moving her hand underneath the blanket towards my groin. Ben didn't move a muscle. There is nothing so good as the feeling of a clandestine hand on your cock. The head of my penis was already protruding from the waistband of my jeans as she gently trailed the ends of her fingers over my glans and popped open my jeans. Slowly taking its length in her palm, my cock twitched in her grasp as she started to squeeze me, slowly moving down towards my balls and back up, brushing the head of my cock at the end of each stroke. I'd never felt her pussy so wet, but I was struggling to get my hand into her pants in a comfortable position as she was kind of twisted away from me on the couch. So I decided I would use my other hand to reach over and turn myself into her body more. I desperately wanted to get inside her and make her come. Again, I looked over at Ben. There was no way he couldn't have known what was going on. Mollie's breathing had taken on a special quality by now, and there were some obvious wet noises coming from both our groins. Yet he made no movement or sign that might suggest he was aware. Come to think of it, he was looking pretty happy where he was. "Dirty fucker," I thought. "Bet he'll be stroking himself off to this tonight." I reached over with my other hand to get to her cunt. "Shit!" In that moment I knew I'd made a mistake as the blanket slid forward off our laps. Mollie made a grab for it, but we'd left it too late as it slipped onto the floor. One of my hands went to my cock and the other to the blanket as I looked up to see Ben's face. Something was definitely wrong. * For a start, it wasn't me that had sworn. It had been Ben, who was now reaching over try to cover his cock. Mollie sat between us, her skirt round her waist. She bent over, reaching for the blanket, while Ben and I on either side of her were leant over trying to hide our equally hard, exposed pricks. Suddenly it all made sense. No wonder she had been tense when I had first started touching her. She had already had my best friend's cock in her hand. Suddenly I had a better idea of exactly how far their flirting went and realised I'd been a fool not to see it before. I looked at Mollie. Her eyes were wide and she looked as if she was about to say something. I could feel the anger rising up in my stomach; a dark knot of bitterness; and was about to say something, but at that moment she kissed me. Her tongue was in my mouth, her body against me, the skin of my cock against her bare midriff. I kissed her back, confused but horny. When she pulled away finally, I looked again at her face, her cheeks were flushed, biting her bottom lip and staring at my face intently, trying to read my expression. Fuck, she looked sexy, I'd never seen her so turned on as she was in that moment. Knowing she'd been turning another guy on just as much was horny as hell. She looked like a fucking pornstar, and what's more, was acting like one too. I couldn't believe it. I hesitated for a moment, my feelings still mixed, but then I caught my friend's eye. Ben had his hand over his crotch, watching us, but it was obvious he still had a hard on. At that moment, we both grinned. This opportunity would probably never come again. I reached down and pulled up Mollie's top. Her breasts popped out from under her thin top with a satisfying bounce, her small pink nipples standing firm on top as I took them in my hands. "You look like you're enjoying yourself there," I said, giving her tits a squeeze. She let out a little moan and glanced down at my still rock hard cock. "You do too," she replied with a mischievous smile, grasping me around my shaft again. "You sure you're OK with this?" To be honest, I wasn't sure I was but I managed to smile back. "Fuck it," I said. "Always knew you wanted to really." She didn't need much encouragement. Quickly, she lifted her butt off the sofa and hitched down her panties. I helped them off and threw them in Ben's face. "Fuck!" He said, laughing. "Are they wet enough?" Then, he sniffed deeply. "Why don't you come over here and find out you fucking pervert," Mollie replied. Ben didn't need much encouragement and moved over to our side of the sofa. Mollie sat on the edge of the sofa, skirt around her middle, while I knelt in front of her between her legs and helped her out of her top to leave her top half naked. As I pulled it over her head, Ben came and stood beside her and, grinning at me, pulled out his cock, still half erect; so that when her head re-emerged it was level with her face. "Hello!" She exclaimed and looked up at Ben's grinning face. I can't tell you what I was thinking as I watched my girlfriend put her mouth around the shaft of my best friend's cock, but I remember that at the time I was too turned on to care. I could see she was really into it as she worked his dick back up to its full hardness. I remember that he wasn't quite as big as me, but thick and circumcised, so that as she worked her lips up and down his shaft it looked huge as it disappeared into her little red mouth. I watched, mesmerised, as she licked playfully at the head of his cock before taking it in one hand and moving her lips and tongue along his shaft. "Dirty bitch," I muttered. She shot me a sideways glance, making her laugh and pull away for a second, retorting, "You love it you dirty fucker." I laughed too as she went back to work, sucking my friend's cock slowly, looking up at him as he started to moan with pleasure. "How does it feel to have my girlfriend's lips round your cock?" I asked. "Fucking amazing," he replied. "Sorry dude." I replied by standing up and pulling out my own rock hard dick, which by now was definitely in need of some attention. "That's OK, I'm sure Mollie can make it up to me." Mollie let Ben's dick out of her mouth with a little pop, a string of pre-come sticking to her lips as she did so. "Think I can do two at once?" She giggled and took hold of my shaft with her other hand. There was no doubt mine was bigger now that I was next to Ben, but he was still a good mouthful. There was Mollie, my first proper girlfriend, a cock in each hand and a devilish gleam in her green eyes. I watched in awe as she opened her mouth wide. First, she slipped the head of my cock, followed by the head of my friend, into her mouth at the same time. That was new. I felt my friend's cock twitch against my own as Mollie's tongue darted under my glans, eliciting the same response from me. I tried not to make eye contact with my friend and concentrated on how good Mollie's hot mouth felt around my cock. * Mollie looked up at me. "Have you got a condom?" she asked, biting her lip. "Of course," I replied, knowing that ever since we'd been going out I'd kept a few in my jacket pocket just in case. I got up and walked to the hall. From where my jacket hung, I could hear the giggling whispers from the living room of Mollie and Ben that I'd always dismissed as harmless flirting before. I can't say I wasn't jealous of their relationship. They'd always been close, and I knew Mollie told him things she would never tell me. Sometimes I'd been suspicious, but Mollie always made up for it when we were alone. Now that I knew the truth, I can't say I wasn't jealous. However, things had gone too far to back out now, so I was going to make the most of it. I quickly grabbed a couple of rubbers and made my way back to the living room to find Ben down to his boxers. He had moved directly in front of Mollie so that I couldn't see her face from the door as I came in, but I could tell they were really getting into it. I tugged off my own jeans and moved over to join them again. Mollie was wanking Ben into her mouth now at a slow rhythm, and Ben was moving his hips to fuck her face and moaning. My own cock had got a little floppy since my trip out of the room, and I could tell now was not the time to get in the way of my friend, who looked like he was in heaven. Moving in beside them I looked down on my girlfriend, her eyes locked to my friends as she worked his cock like a pro. Her tits were jiggling ever so slightly to the rhythm, and below them, she was lightly playing with her glistening slit. As I moved closer, she took my hand and moved me towards her pussy, making Ben move over slightly but never once taking his thick cock from her mouth. I grinned and leant down, pausing over her puff of ginger at the opening to her sex to breathe in her scent, then moving down between her legs to lap at the juices glistening in between her slightly parted labia. I loved the way her pussy tasted, and I never got tired of licking her out, making her shudder under the slow movement of my tongue over her lips and clit. She pushed her pussy up to my face as I licked her, making me push my tongue deeper into her wetness. She laid back into the sofa so that Ben had to kneel beside her. She was giving little squeaks of pleasure now as I circled her pussy and slipped my finger into her. As her breath became shallower, I could feel little shudders run through her body as I finger and tongue fucked her pussy while my friend fucked her mouth. Suddenly, she stopped sucking and moaned. "Oh my God, don't stop!" she gasped as she pushed upwards in a spasm, burying my face in her sopping pussy. Spasms after spasm forced their way through her abdomen and made her arch her back, forcing little cries from her mouth. I kept up the rhythm with my tongue until she suddenly pulled away and sighed. I looked up, watching the little aftershocks run through her body just in time to see her upturned face, eyes closed in pleasure, get the full force of Ben's pent up spunk. "Oh shit!" He cried as he shot his load. It was an impressive load too; he must have been saving it up because it went everywhere. The first hit Mollie in the face, but it continued to spurt into her hair. She'd closed her eyes, but it continued to jerk his cock as she tried to swallow the little that ended up in her mouth. It seemed to go on forever, and I watched, transfixed, as spurt after spurt of thick cum shot into my girl's mouth and dripped down her chin onto her perfect little tits. We were all silent for a minute until Ben broke the silence. "I've wanted to do that for fucking ages." he said. Mollie smiled and licked her lips. "Seems like it's been a while!" Mollie laughed and reached over for a box of tissues on the sideboard, wiping the spots of thick cum from her face and chest. * Between the smell and feel of Mollie's pussy in my mouth and the sounds of her slurping on Ben's cock, I was definitely ready to go, Hard and erect, I stood over Mollie as she cleaned herself up. Mollie looked over at me, and her eyes locked onto my swollen prick. She sat forward and grabbed hold of it. "Do I get you inside me now?" She giggled, arching her eyebrows as she looked up from beneath my aching prick and resting it on her lower lip while teasing the end with the tip of her tongue. "Fuck, yes!" I replied as I slipped the rubber onto my cock. Ben sat back and watched as I pressed my dick against Mollie's wet pussy lips, moving it up and between them a few times as she lay back on the sofa with her legs raised up slightly to allow me a delicious view of me slipping slowly into her cunt. She threw her head back and groaned as I moved further into her, savouring her tightness around my thick shaft. Lifting her legs over my arms, I pushed deeper, raising her buttocks as I did so until I felt my cock pushing against her womb. Mollie let out a little cry and looked up at me. "That feels so good" She sighed. I looked over at Ben, who was staring, transfixed at my cock pushed deep into the girl he was clearly infatuated with too. I enjoyed the fact that it was me that was fucking her after all. Although I knew Ben had fooled around with a few girls, I was pretty sure he'd never fucked any of them at that point. I looked down at Mollie as I started to pump deep and hard into her, watching her face as she breathed hard and rhythmically in time with my thrusts. Briefly our eyes met, "Don't stop!" She gasped, "Fuck me hard..." At that moment I could do whatever I liked. I fucked her hard like that for a good while, making sure she knew what a slut she was. I was pounding her harder than I'd ever dared before, feeling the mini contractions of her pussy around my shaft as her body responded to my deep fucking. I leant over her, pinning her legs back as I did so that our heads were close and bit her gently on the earlobe the way she liked as she cried out softly with every thrust, biting her lip as she breathed, "Fuck," into my ear. I knew I couldn't carry on for too long, but I knew I should make my point. Feeling I was close, I stood up again as pulled my cock from her pussy and pulled off the condom as quickly as I could. I could feel her watching me as I did it just in time. "Oh yes!" I cried as I climaxed. The first jet reached her face as I wanked hard over her naked form, letting thick jets of cum fall onto her stomach and breast before, with a grunt, I pushed the last thick drops onto her neatly trimmed bush. I looked down at my handy-work, at her cum-streaked body, knowing she could take no more fucking for a while. She'd be feeling me in her aching muscles tomorrow when she woke up. She may be a slut, but she was my slut now. Mollie's Chambers Ch. 02 This is chapter II of Mollie's Chambers, a story about the dirtiest girl I ever knew and some of the things we got up to. Enjoy! ***** I guess that's when things started to change between us. I mean, we couldn't really have gone on being boyfriend and girlfriend after that but we both knew we couldn't end it completely. The memories of that day played on both of our minds, like a scab that we couldn't stop picking at and, although we didn't talk about it much; at least not when anyone else was there; we shared a secret about each other that made us closer in some ways than I'd been to anyone but at the same time emotionally more distant. Ben never mentioned it again. He certainly never made any indication that he'd like to repeat the things we did and, although he still flirted openly with Mollie, I don't think it ever went any further again. In many ways, we all moved on. Mollie and I both started seeing other people on and off; to be honest, we both screwed around a little; but we still remained a close knit group and, even when we were seeing other people, we still took the opportunity to fuck each other when the opportunity arose. Actually, the thrill of being discovered cheating made it even better, I guess that's why neither of us had a steady partner all through college. A few of our close friends knew or guessed that we were still fuck-buddies and used to tease us about it a little but none of them ever gave us away so the arrangement kind of stuck. It wasn't until about six months later that anybody else got in between us again. * It was New Year's Eve, and we had a house-party to go to. The guy who was throwing the party was called Phil. He was a year or so younger than us but he liked to think he was in with the older kids. Actually, some of his friends were kind of cool but to be honest, he was a bit of a creep, having insisted on a James Bond theme. Still a party was a party and we were intending to enjoy ourselves. As usual, I did the honours with the driving, picking up my closest friends in my beat up hatch-back, we'd all clubbed together to buy a load of alcohol which I'd picked up in the car and none of us were intending to go home that night. I picked up Liz first from her Mum's house. Liz and I had got pretty friendly over the last six months, we'd spent several nights over the summer flirting outrageously with each other in our many pub nights out as a group. As she climbed into the passenger seat I caught a whiff of her sweet perfume and remembered the warm night in a dark corner of a pub garden; away from the others; when we'd spent a lazy hour exploring each other's bodies. I recalled how she had pushed the front of her jeans hotly against my hardness but hadn't let me explore below her waist and definitely wasn't going south on me either which left we confused as to where we stood with each other. She looked pretty hot tonight, despite her usual slightly tom-boyish appearance. She'd tied her hair back loosely and had obviously made some effort to apply some make-up, whilst otherwise completely ignoring the theme of the night. A tight jersey style pullover accentuated the small bulges of her breast which she usually made an effort to conceal and she'd put on a knee length skirt and ankle boots with what I assumed to be thick patterned tights and not the stockings that I secretly hoped they'd be. "Wow!" I enthused in my usual transparent manner, "You look great!" "Don't get any ideas," She smiled, inwardly enjoying the compliment, "It's not as if it's the first time I've worn a skirt you know." I thought back and actually thought it probably was, certainly in front of any of her horny male friends. In fact Liz was pretty stand-offish when it came to boys. I could remember her having only one boyfriend in all the time I knew her and I don't think that had really led anywhere. "It's just nice to see a bit of leg actually", I said, grinning, enjoying the way the patterned material disappeared tantalisingly underneath her skirt. Next I picked up Ben who; to my disappointment; took shotgun, leaving Liz in the back, and then on to Mollie's who took the final seat, snuggling up to Liz in the back. As usual, Mollie looked amazing. She'd gone all out for the party theme in a short black evening dress which she filled in all the right places with her curves, a small shawl over her shoulders her only concession to the freezing cold night. She tottered out of the house on the highest heels I'd ever seen her wear, bottle of wine in one hand from which she took a swig, stumbling slightly as she walked. "Hi-ya hot-stuff! Hi Ben. Nice suits guys!" She said as she wriggled herself into the back seat next to Liz, leaning forward to give Ben and I a kiss from the back seat and giving me a great view of her exquisite cleavage in the rear view mirror as she did so. Suddenly she squealed and giggled, turning round to face Liz who had just smacked her arse which must have been only inches from her face. "Don't forget me you slapper." She said. "How could I baby" She replied and planted an affectionate kiss right on the lips. I watched in the mirror as the kiss lingered slightly longer than expected. Mollie was already tipsy and was obviously determined to put on a good show. Mollie flopped back into her seat. "Come on, this isn't a peep-show, let's get to the par-tay!" I smiled at her in the mirror and pulled off. * The party wasn't a big affair but we were all in high spirits. The drink and coversation flowed as I spent my time watching Mollie flirting with most of the boys while keeping my eye on Liz, keen to resume our flirtation to see if she'd let me take things any further. Ben was preoccupied as his new girlfriend had showed up; a mousey blonde called Ella; and had taken him off to a corner to make out while we all pretended not to be watching. Suddenly I felt a soft, warm body pressing against my back. "Are they turning you on?" Mollie's hand squeezed my groin playfully making me choke on my beer. "Shit! Not as much as you honey." I replied as Mollie smiled coquettishly. "So, tell me how good I look." "You look amazing" I said, turning around to give Mollie a long hard look. Her heels made her look taller and accentuated her slender legs, making her swing her hips a little more than usual as she walked, her figure-hugging dress, mid-thigh, showing plenty of her dusky-nylon covered legs. My gaze lingered on the hem of her dress. "Give me a twirl." I said. Mollie smirked. "You always were a legs and arse kind of guy." "You know me, kinky all the way." I replied, stepping back to enjoy Mollie's turn on the spot, legs together, before sticking her bottom out slightly and bending forward to tease the hem of her dress a little further up her legs, revealing the tiniest bit of lace hem at the top of her thighs. "Oops!" She smiled and turned back towards me, suddenly close, her arms round my neck. "Now you know my little secret." I let my free hand move gently down her back, over her buttocks and down her thigh to where I could feel the unmistakeable shape of a suspender strap underneath the fabric of her dress. "Nice!" I breathed into her ear. "Are they for me?" "Nope." Mollie replied, pulling herself away suddenly, "Those are definitely for me . . ." She continued, "Unless you play your cards right." She arched her eyebrows and swayed off to the kitchen, my eyes following the curve of her buttocks as she left, a twinge in my groin telling me I had to get her out of that dress tonight. I wasn't the only one who'd noticed Mollie's efforts that night though. As she left, I noticed Phil's eyes following her into the other room. At that moment though, Liz came in and plonked down onto the sofa, alone so I decided to take the opportunity to get her to myself. Liz smiled as I settled down beside her and looked at the people drinking in the room. "See anything you like?" I asked innocently. "Hmm. Not sure. All these guys are so obvious." She replied thoughtfully. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You know, they're only ever interested in one thing." "Getting in your pants?" "Of course." "What do you have against that?" "Oh nothing." She said, looking me right in the eye. "I just wish they wouldn't be so predictable, you know, a girl needs to be romanced a little. I like a little excitement." I stayed silent for a moment and looked at her face, quizzically. "And what counts for excitement exactly?" "You know, I'd just like for them to be, you know, different. Not regular. Boys can be so boring sometimes." "Boys?" "Yeah, boys. Guys." "Like me?" "Well," She said, one eyebrow raised. "You have tried to get in my pants." "What can I say, I think you're sexy." "As sexy as Mollie?" She asked, nodding her head at her as she walked into the room. "Yes!" I replied, backing away slightly to take her in again. Liz raised her eyebrow again. "Really?" "Sure. You know, in a different way. Not so... obvious." Liz laughed and took my hand. "You're sweet." She said kissing me lightly on the lips. "So, what about you?" Liz asked, "Do you see anything you like?" I smiled and looked straight at her face, "A couple of things." I replied. She smiled again, "Too obvious." She said, laughing and pushing me away. "Ha, well, you gotta try." "Try harder." Liz said seriously. "Ugh!" Liz said suddenly, gesturing over at Mollie, "Talking of obvious." There was Phil, standing next to Mol. He'd somehow managed to snake his arm around her hips and was busy moving his hand slowly down onto he arse. Mollie wasn't exactly moving away but was standing in a way that made it obvious from behind that she wasn't entirely enjoying the attention. "He's such a creep." Liz said, taking a sip from her wine, "He tried touching me up earlier too, that's why I came in here to get away from the letch." "What did he do?" I asked. "Ugh, he grabbed hold of my boob as I went passed him on the stairs. Tried to make out like it was an accident but it was obvious he'd done it on purpose. He's always bragging about how many girls he's slept with but I don't know anyone that'd want to." "What a dick." I agreed, watching with some jealousy as his hand rested on Mollie's backside until she turned suddenly, walking over to us. "Hey you two, getting cosy I see? Mind if I come and join you? "Had enough of being groped have you?" Liz asked. "I know! He won't leave me alone. He's such a creep." Mol agreed, squeezing herself the other side of me and draping one arm over my shoulders as she kicked off her heels. "I hope you're going to look after us tonight, I don't want him molesting me in my sleep." She said, laughing. "Don't joke." I replied, "He probably would." "Anyway, I'm definitely too drunk to defend myself so you'd better look out for me." Said Mol, draping herself licentiously backwards over the arm of the sofa. "What makes you think I won't ravish you?" I asked. "Oh, I'm counting on it." Replied Mollie, "You know you're always my backup." "Really? Well I might have other plans." I replied putting my arm around Liz's shoulders. "Oh you do, do you?" Moll retorted, "Well, you'd better choose carefully, you don't want to make a choice you might regret." With that she turned towards me, bringing one knee up onto the sofa, exposing one stocking top, the deep black lace top held in place by a deep claret coloured suspender fastener with a little lace bow on the top. Her stockinged toe was in my lap and she leant forwards to give me a better view of her cleavage. Liz giggled on my other side. "Two can play at that game you know" Liz said as she snuggled into my side, pushing her warm breast into my shoulder and breathed on my neck, "Make sure you make the right choice." "Don't make me choose, it's not fair. It's too hard!" I complained. "I bet it is" Liz laughed, "How's that for obvious?" With that Liz got up, "Come on Moll, he's not going to choose and I think I need another drink." Mollie got up, straightening her dress and left, arm in arm with her friend. * I didn't catch up with the girls for a little while but heard they were part of a group doing shots in the kitchen while I was catching up with some of the guys I hadn't seen for a while and playing some guitar. It wasn't 'til nearly midnight that I went looking for them again, hoping to get a midnight kiss from one or other of them. I found Mollie, a little worse for wear, in the garden smoking a joint with a few others. "Hey, have you seen Liz?" I asked. "Oh, so you have made your choice!" Mollie teased as she passed me a lit blunt. "Not exactly, I just thought she was with you." "Well, she was..." Mollie trailed off. "She was sick. I think she went upstairs to lie down." "Oh ok." I replied. "Is she alright?" "She should be now she's been sick I think." Mollie slurred. "You should go find her, she really likes you, you know." "Really?" I asked, "She thinks I'm obvious." Mollie laughed. "Believe me, she likes your attention, you're kind and sexy, she likes it, it's just.." She trailed off again. "Well I can't tell you all our secrets." "What?" I asked, "Come on." "No, It's between us girls. I promised." Mollie said, taking the joint from my lips and inhaling deeply. She held the smoke in and closed her eyes before moving her face to mine and kissing me. Her open mouth was hot and smoky. I inhaled the blow-back deeply, light-headed with the smoke and the sensation of her warm body pushed into mine. "Go find her." She said with a grin, giving my hardening cock a squeeze through my trousers. * Going upstairs I found no-one in the bathroom so emptied my full bladder while I had the opportunity. I could hear giggling from one of the rooms off the landing and decided to have a peek in. The room was dark and the door just ajar. As I pushed it open I could hear the rustling of sheets and could just make out Ben's face in the shaft of light as he lay back on the bed, Ella's naked silhouette moving slowly above him, obviously enjoying his cock inside her. I gave Ben a quick wink and pulled the door to. I nearly went back down stairs at that point but something made me check the next bedroom. The door was closed but I thought I could hear someone moving around slowly behind the door. Slowly I turned the handle. The light was on but turned right down in what turned out to be Phil's room. Phil had his back towards me as I pushed the door slowly, the music from downstairs masking my entrance. He was knelt on the floor in front of his bed and was just putting a long piece of some kind of cloth to the floor. It took me a little while to realise that he wasn't alone. Someone was face down on the bed, a girl by the look of her naked legs, still clothed from the waist up but her naked arse was clearly visible below her rolled up skirt. Her legs were slightly bent so that her little pink briefs barely covered her pussy and Phil was slowly pulling the waist-band down to uncover it further. Suddenly I recognised the tight jumper and, with a lurch in my stomach, realised it was Liz. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Phil jumped and turned, standing as he did so, a nasty look on his face. "Fuck off mate, I found her like this. I'm just helping her to bed that's all." "Do you need to see her pussy to make her comfortable?" Liz stirred, moaning slightly as she rolled onto her side. She was clearly out of it. "Come on, look at her. She's gagging for it, she's been flirting with me all night." "She's sick dude, you're talking about assaulting her." "Fuck you, you've been trying to get in her pants all night too. You don't have the monopoly on the pretty girls you know." "That's it." I shouted, moving towards him. "Out." "What do you mean, 'Out.' This is my room you dick." "Yeah, and she's my friend, now out." I grabbed him by the shoulder and wrist as I came towards him, spinning him round and pinning his arm behind his back. "Ow, Fuck! What are you doing?" He wasn't a big guy and it wasn't too hard to force him out of the room, particularly with a little upward pressure when he started to struggle. "Ow, you're gonna break my arm you twat!" He shouted as I walked him down the stairs. "Well you wouldn't be getting you dirty hands on anyone else then would you." I hissed. A few people had come to see what was going on and clustered around the bottom of the stairs as opened the front door and shoved him out hard. He tripped on the door-frame as he went and tumbled onto the floor. "Ow! What the fuck are you doing?" He cried. "Putting you out to cool off. Take a walk before you come back." I said and chucked a half-full bottle of beer after him. I could hear him cursing at me as I shut the door. "What the fuck just happened?" Mollie giggled as I turned round, she was clearly still stoned but had a worried look on her face. "You can't throw someone out of his own house." People were starting to laugh and taunt Phil through the letterbox as he called to get them to let him in. "Give him ten minutes" I said to the nearest guy; a brick shit-house of a Rugby player whom I only knew vaguely; he needs to cool off a bit. "Ten minutes? That fucker can stay out all night as far as I'm concerned. He's been trying to get off with my girlfriend since we got here." Everyone laughed and started to disperse, the party was looking up and it was only ten minutes 'til midnight. I grabbed Mollie as we walked to the living room. "Go and make sure Liz's alright." I said. "She's in the first room on the left up the stairs." Mollie looked at me, clearly concerned, turned, and went up the stairs quickly. I watched her stockinged feet as she went. * I grabbed another beer from the fridge and popped the lid, making my way back to the living room where people had started gathering for midnight. I plopped down moodily on the sofa and gulped my beer. Ben and Ella had emerged from upstairs; disturbed by the commotion; and joined me on the sofa, Ella squeezed between us. "Come on mate, it's nearly midnight, cheer up." "Yeah," said Ella, leaning over, "You've got to find someone to kiss!" I looked around the room. Everyone had broken off into small, tight groups and couples and I was clearly not in the mood to mingle. "That doesn't look like it's going to happen." I replied. "Don't worry, I can share." Ben laughed. "Can you!" Ella laughed. "Well, I guess it is New Year. Come on, let's dance." Ella pulled me to my feet and started to move in time to the music. I smiled and moved with her as Ben joined us, moving in next to his girlfriend. "Ok, I'm not sharing that much." We shared a look, remembering the time we'd shared much more. I started to loosen up and tried to forget about what had happened. Someone had let Phil back in but he was keeping well away from me on the other side of the room, pretending nothing had happened. As the countdown started I remembered how Liz had looked in Phil's room, how I'd had that one tantalising glimpse of her pussy under the thin fabric of her panties and wished it had been under different circumstances. 5 Everyone was transfixed on the T.V screen as they waited for midnight to come. 4 I looked around, hoping to find someone to celebrate with other that my friend's girlfriend who was clearly not that into me. 3 Nope, I was going to be on my own this year. 2 I turned back to see Ella and Ben, already in a tight embrace, their mouths locked together. 1 Suddenly a pair of arms around my waist. The warm press of a pair of pert breasts on my back and a familiar scent of Mollie's hair as I turned to meet her lips. Mollie's Chambers Ch. 03 It was mid-way through December before we were all back together again. Annoyingly, my university broke for Christmas much later than the others; Mollie and Liz having been back home almost a week before we saw each other again. The first night I returned I was disappointed to learn that Moll had taken a job for the holidays in the pub across the road from her house so was working most evenings for some extra cash. Apparently life in London was costing her more than my digs 'oop North'. Liz was free however, and more than a little excited to see me. We'd spent the evening in one of our locals where a gang from college hung out. The group consisted of four or five guys and three girls, including Liz, and we'd been enjoying ourselves, bragging, swapping stories of our first terms, aware of a slight distance now in our relationships; the shared experiences of college diverging as we took our separate paths. Liz was in top form, exuberant and quickly drunk. She flirted shamelessly, both with me, and with the small group of girls in the group who had been enjoying teasing us that evening; pushing each other to see how far they would go; kissing deeply in slow, close embraces for the eager audience of boys as Liz grew a deeper shade of crimson, clearly getting more turned on by the second. The boys egged them on, enjoying the spectacle of female bodies pressing together for their mutual enjoyment. In short, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. At chucking out time we left the gaggle of friends and made our way across town to where Mollie was working, hoping to catch he as she got off from work and grab a few hours of catching up. Nobody had to be anywhere the day after. The weekend was ours and we weren't in any hurry to go to sleep. Liz and I walked close, pleasantly drunk, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies under our thick winter coats, arms linked, Liz, a little unsteady on her feet in heels she was unaccustomed to. In a dark street corner I pushed her against the wall as we kissed, our hands pushing under clothing in the cold night air to feel a patch of warm skin on fingertips, soft breast under my hand as she touched the hardness between my legs. "I've missed this." She murmured, her breath in my ear. "Me too." I replied, my hand questing the hem of her denim skirt, touching her gently through her thick winter tights. "Wish it wasn't so fucking cold!" Liz squealed and pushed me away as my cold hands slipped under the top of her tights onto her warm smooth buttocks. "Come on," she said, taking my hand and leading me away, "We wouldn't want to leave Mollie waiting." I made a show of being dragged away, both aware of the other's desire to re-live the past closeness between the three of us. The Nag's Head was set back from the road on a quiet corner. It was one of the less popular pubs and got little passing trade, relying mostly on regulars, it was well known as one of the more likely lock-in venues. Tonight it was quiet when we got there. The bar light was off and the front door locked. "Must've closed up early" I said as Liz tried Mollie's phone. "Hmm, keeps going to answer-phone. She definitely said she'd wait though, and we're not that late. Maybe she's cleaning up." We quickly made our way round the side of the pub to the back door, leading from the garden, peering through the window as we did so. Suddenly Liz stopped, pulling me short. "Shit!" She gasped and pulled me over to where she stood at the window, "Look at this!" "What?" I said, perplexed, as I peered, blurry-eyed through the glass grubby glass. When I saw what she was looking at, I too took a sharp breath as there, clearly outlined in the doorway from the lit rear lounge was Mollie, in a state of undress, held from behind by the bulky shape of the pub landlord, Mick. Mollie was facing towards us, Mick's large body behind her, his big hands reaching round to explore her exposed flesh. Skirt round her middle and her top pushed up exposing her tits, one of Mick's hands was enclosing a breast, the other, pushing her thong down to expose her puff of bright red bush. Mollie's face was turned away from us slightly, Mick bent down to kiss her lips and tongue as his fingers pushed expertly between her legs, parting her labia and slipping two of his fat fingers inside; Liz and I watching, frozen from the window. I was sure I heard Mollie groan as her legs parted slightly to give him better access to her cunt, a low sound from Liz beside me echoing her obvious pleasure. Mick pulled away slowly, not breaking his gaze with Mollie's as he took his now glistening fingers from her pussy and placed them in her mouth. Mollie sucked on them greedily as I felt Liz shudder. "Dirty bitch!" She whispered in my ear. "Guess she couldn't wait for us, I grinned, catching her eye. Mick was a big guy in his late forties, married and an ex bricky, he had an imposing frame - at least 6'4" and muscular - the sort of guy you knew instinctively not to mess with. He had gone a little to flab around the middle and bald on top, his head shaven to a shine. Towering over petite Mollie's tidy little frame made him look even more impressive but Mollie had always had a soft spot for him, commenting on how he looked like 'a cuddly bear', at this moment he didn't look so cuddly. Watching the spectacle, Liz's hand had automatically gone to my rapidly hardening dick, and mine to her crotch. "She looks fucking hot though doesn't she?" Liz whispered, breathily. "Always." I replied, slipping my hand between her legs in emulation of Mick's movements, albeit hampered by the tights Liz was wearing. Suddenly, music blared from the bar, making us both jump. "Fuck, what was that?" Liz whispered, frozen to the spot, her hand now inside my fly. "Is there someone else there? Yes there was! Mollie had broken her gaze with Mick and turned back away from him to face the figure now walking towards her from the part of the bar obscured from our view where they'd obviously been putting on the juke box from which the opening riff of Alice Cooper's 'Poison' now emanated, slightly muted for the evening drinking session. We watched as the figure approached the two from our direction, draining the last of his beer as he walked across the grubby carpet of the lounge. "Shit, I don't believe it," she breathed, incredulously, "is that Paul?" Paul was Mick's younger brother. Younger than Mick and a shade shorter but balding too, where he was skinnier he also had bigger muscles. In a leather jacket and T-shirt, you could tell he still kept in shape. I couldn't hear what he said through the window, especially now the jukebox was playing but the atmosphere between them was electric. Paul took Mollie's head in his hands and kissed her deeply while his brother held her, his fingers still expertly probing between her legs, I could see Mollie shudder as they gave her body her full attention. "Wow." Whispered Liz, giggling, "That is HOT!" "Unbe-fucking-leavable." I agreed, quickly unfastening my jeans to let Liz get better access to my cock. Liz quickly pushed her tights further down her legs too, all thoughts of the cold quickly forgotten. Mollie and Paul took a step back towards us as Paul slowly but deliberately unbuttoned his own jeans and, allowing us to see Mollie's hands which had been behind her until now. Her eyes were focussed on the front of Paul's pants but we could now both see Mick's length grasped between her fingers. Paul dropped his jeans. Fuck his cock was big. My gaze flicked back and forth between Mollie's wide eyes and Paul's enormous cock as she let go of Mick's and walked towards his brother who was now grinning from ear to ear and saying something to his brother. Paul just smiled and watched too as Mollie dropped to her knees in front of his brother, looking up as she explored his member. I was glad to see that she was as amazed as I was. I turned to look at Liz for a moment, her hand now stationary on my cock. She laughed, glancing at my own, more normal sized cock and stifled a laugh. "Come on", she said, "you've got to admit that's pretty impressive." It certainly was. Now that both brothers were side by side I could see exactly how big it was. Mick's cock was probably about the same length as my own, around seven inches but a shade thinner. Paul's was at least two inches longer and almost twice as wide. Fully shaven and heavily veined, it looked more like a novelty dildo than a real cock. As Mollie took them both in her hands, side by side, I could see the brothers laughing to each other as she compared them. My cock twitched in Liz's stationary hand and I nudged her to get her attention, nodding my head to indicate I was being neglected. "Fuck off, I want to see this too." She said. "Oh my God, look at that!" Turning my attention back to the action in the bar I was just in time to see Mollie run her tongue the length of the underside of Paul's erection. She watched his face, obviously relishing sizing him up and, with a wicked grin, allowed its full length to lie on her face as she gazed up at the two brothers. "It's almost as big as her head!" Liz gasped, excitedly. "There is no way she'll take all that, surely." "I hope we're going to find out soon." I said, "I don't want to be out here all night." I turned again to watch Mollie hungrily licking, first one cock, then the other, teasing the guys to their maximum hardness, her hands on her tits as she did so so that their cocks slapped her face as she give them a tongue bath. Deciding to make the most of things, and aware that Liz had almost entirely stopped stroking my dick, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Moving behind Liz, I moved my hands down into her knickers, imitating the movements Mick had been making moments before, kissing her neck and her ears as I stroked her slick pussy. "Mmm." Liz moaned. "That feels good, now I can watch and play at the same time." I smiled as I felt her hand seek out my cock once more and she began to stroke it in earnest. "Fuck this!" I moaned, pulling Liz's panties down to her knees from behind and pushing her forward gently towards the glass. "Oh fuck yes." Liz sighed, placing her free hand carefully against the wall beside the window so as not to make any noise. "Put that thing inside me now!" I quickly acquiesced, guiding the head of my cock slowly into her warm, yielding pussy as she tried to spread her legs as wide as they would go against the straining fabric of her tights. Pushing further in, I grabbed the top of her round, warm buttocks to pull her back onto me, savouring her little grunts of pleasure as she took my full length before looking back to watch the show. The sight of Mollie's mouth around that monster cock is one that's etched into my brain for ever. It was obviously a stretch to get even the head of his great prick into her delicate little mouth, but suck it she did, taking it like the sex-trooper she was. Moving from cock to cock she would take it in turns to suck each of them as far into her mouth as she could. She'd obviously been practising, letting her throat relax. She could almost take Mick's entire length but there was no way Paul's was going much further than the head. Slowly Mollie got to her feet once more, placing her arms around Paul's neck and allowed him to lift her into the air as if she weighed nothing. Mollie kissed him deeply as she wrapped her legs around his back and said something, making him grin widely. Paul walked; Mollie entwined around him like a piece of cling-film; over to the pool table in the centre of the bar, his prick bouncing against Mollie's bare arse with every step and let Mollie's pretty buttocks down onto the baize, her trimmed pussy just at the right level for him to push deep inside. Liz and I slowed our gentle rutting in anticipation but were both, I think, a little disappointed when Paul bent down to lick her exposed, pink slit. We contented ourselves to watch while we fucked rhythmically from the other side of the glass as the combination of Paul's fingers and tongue to her pussy and Mick's cock filling her mouth worked Mollie into an obvious frenzy, her hips bucking and her high pitched squeals of pleasure audible even over the music as she came. As Mollie's ecstasies subsided Paul got to his feet, grinning and Mollie took Mick's cock from her mouth to say something. Finally, Liz and I watched as Mollie; body tense, head thrown back, hands gripping the side of the table; slowly took the tip of that great cock into her wet hole. Slowly, bit by bit he moved within her, Mollie's lips moving to words of encouragement we could not hear, Mick standing by, as enthralled as we were by the spectacle. Eventually he was engulfed and moving slowly within her, Mollie's body trembling with every slight movement of his cock, her eyes closed, biting on the fingers of one hand and holding on for dear life with the other. Gently, slowly, Paul bent forward and took her arms from her, pulling her up from the table. Mollie gasped as she was lifted, still impaled, from the table to cling desperately onto Paul's muscular frame. Paul turned and, this time sat himself on the edge of the table, gradually easing himself and the helpless Mollie back onto the table, leaving her kneeling above him, skirt still round her waist, her hair falling in red curls around her white breasts. Slowly she began to move again, allowing Paul to lie back and watch as this red-haired beauty began to work herself to climax once more. As Mollie ground her hips over Paul's he looked back at his brother who was taking refreshment from a discarded pint and silently motioned his head to Mollie's rear where one spittle-lubricated finger was now slowly pushing into Mollie's pink arse. Mick raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying something to his brother as he walked towards the toilets. He wasn't gone long enough to have pissed and he soon returned, cock still erect, with a light blue packet of something in his hand. He moved round behind Mollie who looked back at him with a quizzical expression, cheeks flushed and breathing hard, Paul's finger now pushed fully inside her. Mollie showed no signs of discouragement as Mick squeezed the contents of the lube packet onto his fingers, replacing Paul's finger with his own while Moll rocked gently back and forth on Paul's massive pole. Paul worked expertly at her rear, stimulating her little pink ring with two fingers while Mollie wriggled helplessly against the attentions of the two, obviously now lost in abandonment to what was about to happen. Liz was silent, enthralled as she teased her own pussy with one hand while I fucked her. "You know what they're gonna do don't you?" I whispered "I think so." Said Liz breathily. "I didn't think she'd actually do it!" "She's mentioned it before?" Liz giggled. "We were watching a porno of her dad's once. She said she'd like to try it. I think it was a little while after you and Ben..." She tailed off. "She told you about that?" I asked, perhaps a little too loud. "Shhh!" Liz giggled, wiggling her hips back onto me. "You know we don't have any secrets." "Well, I'm sure I could've arranged it if she'd asked." "Yeah, right." Liz giggled. "Come on, you've got to admit, this way's a lot hotter." I couldn't disagree, as much as it burned, these guys were obviously giving Mollie the fucking of her life and I resigned myself to watching; admittedly whilst I fucked her best friend; as Mick eased his cock into Mollie's well-lubed but, as far as I knew, virgin arse-hole. The look on Mollie's face was priceless, head thrown back, eyes closed - mouth open as she squealed audibly through the glass before shaking slightly and bearing down on the cock, now inching slowly into her little round arse. She put her head down and let the boys fuck her slowly, rhythmically in both holes as her face reddened, her dishevelled hair falling forward onto Paul's sweating muscular chest. Liz's breathing had become heavy as I too settled into a rhythm, one had caressing her breast under her jumper, the other holding her hip as I slapped heavily into my little Liz's pussy. She was obviously now wrapped up in the show, her free hand moving faster between her legs. As Liz worked her clit to orgasm, I felt her tighten hard around me as I pushed deeper inside her, enjoying the sensations as I felt her knees begin to give way, losing herself to her pleasure and I knew I wouldn't be long either. Suddenly Liz's whole body tensed and shook, a little squeal escaping from her lips as she collapsed forward, I grabbed hold of her, preventing her from actually hitting the window and giving the game away but, as she relaxed, I realised there was little chance of that as the attention of the three figures inside was taken up completely with achieving climax. I'm pretty sure a train coming through the window wouldn't have stopped them then, as the pounded faster and faster into Mollie's stretched holes. Mick came first, as spurt of thick sticky cum erupting from his cock as he pulled suddenly from Mollie's now gaping arse-hole. His cum arced over her soft round buttocks with a splash as he sent a second ribbon to join the first. Mollie looked over her shoulder briefly with that wicked smile again as Paul increased his tempo further beneath her, fucking her harder and deeper than ever before. Outside, Liz had picked herself up and was starting to respond slowly to my fucking once more, wiggling herself slowly and seductively back onto my pole and standing up slightly, onto tiptoes to press her body back into mine as I felt her cervix continue to gently contract on the deepness of my thrusts. Through the window I could see Paul's tempo slowly change, pausing at the end of each thrust, his rhythm slower and more powerful, obviously about to cum as Paul slowly wanked his cock over her backside and watched his cum drip slowly down towards her snatch. Suddenly Paul roared, his cock buried deep within Mollie, his heavy balls now tight against his shaft; his pounding stopped; Mollie throwing her head back in ecstasy as he came deep inside her. I remember coming a few seconds later, my own prick shoved deep into Mollie's best friend as I watched Paul extract his impossibly long prick from my lover's pussy, his cum falling in thick globs down the side of the pool table and onto the dirty bar carpet below. I remember holding Liz tightly as my seed erupted into her as she gasped with pleasure, watching her friend collapse onto the table as Paul got out from underneath her, walking around the edge of the pool table and making Mollie clean the rest of his spunk from his bell-end before walking to the toilet to clean up. I have an image of Mick, the landlord looking proudly at their handy-work as he stood behind his bar, naked from the waist down, lighting a cigarette as he poured himself another pint and Mollie picked herself up slowly from the green baize to retrieve her clothing. I also remember the feeling of tainted pleasure as I pulled my own sopping cock from Liz's pussy, trying not to get cum on her jumper as she crouched down in the carpark to pee; discarding her wrecked panties into the bushes as she; giggling told me not to watch as I put my cock away. When I looked up, Paul had come out of the toilets and Moll had quickly taken herself off to the disabled loos to wash up. As Liz and I disappeared into the darkness of the car-park, we could see Paul and Mick chink their glasses together in celebration. Liz and I smoked, shivering in the dark and waited for Moll to come out. *** Minutes later, Liz's phone buzzed and I heard Mollie's strained voice through the tinny little speaker."I'll be out in a minute, yeah? Just cleaning up in here. . ."