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Cooking Up a Storm

By: Rocket



The characters in this story were first introduced in "The buddy session." Can I suggest you get to know them before reading on...

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"Charlie... pick up the bloody phone!"

Bree sounded irritated. Charlie put aside the paint brush to take the call from his buddy. 

"What's eating you?" he inquired.

"Nobody," came the reply. "Maybe that's the problem."

"Oh...he'll be home soon," offered Charlie, remembering Bree had spent the last fortnight alone while her boyfriend and his mates were on their annual finishing trip to the gulf.

"Not soon enough. Anyway I rang to say I'll do it."

Charlie wondered what she was talking about. He hadn't heard from her since their buddy session over a month ago. Was she talking about the exercises, or the dress, or the phone message he had left on her mobile yesterday at the height of a dilemma? He had been contacted by regular, good-paying clients of his holiday house about its availability this coming weekend. The trouble was the normal tourist season was still four months away, and his staff were paid off this time of the year. He had tried to put them off, knowing they always took it fully catered; but his protests had fallen on deaf ears, and now the search was on for someone to prepare the meals for them. 

"Listen, Bree, I shouldn't have rang you yesterday. So don't feel obliged to help out."

"Don't worry about it. It sounds like it might be fun, and the money's good."

"Yeah, but these guys can be demanding, and they are here for a good time."

"I'm the cook, not the entertainment," laughed Bree.

"That's not the problem. They'll bring their own entertainment, but they're not too shy about what they get up to. "

"I think I'll manage," Bree joked. "Anyway, what are buddies for if they can't help each other out now and then?"

"Well, I owe you big time. They'll get here for lunch Saturday-"

"Any special menu?" interrupted Bree.

"Not really. It'll still be bloody hot, so they'll probably hang around the spa a lot. Spa food will be fine."

"Thanks for telling me nothing, arsehole. See you Saturday."

By the time Saturday came, it had, if anything, become even hotter. Bree rose early, and shopped for the grocery list she had meticulously compiled. She was both apprehensive and excited. She loved cooking, and had at one stage confided to Charlie that she would like to become a specialist caterer- not the usual bulk order stuff- but for the yachts that cruised the Barrier reef, and for private parties. Explains Charlie's offer, she thought to herself. 

Bree had no trouble with the directions, and arrived at the holiday house just after nine. It was, obviously, another of Charlie's well kept secrets. The timber house was nestled in the bush, beside a large, tree-lined lake. 

Charlie appeared from nowhere and gave her a warm hug. 

"You're glowing," he remarked, helping her haul the groceries into the house.

After putting the things away, he showed her around. The spa was set in a large indoor living area, enclosed on three sides by rooms. The fourth side led to a deck overlooking the lake.

"You can have that room if you're planning on staying over," Charlie said, pointing towards a detached bedroom. "Not sure it's a good idea, but it's there if you want it."

"We'll see," Bree replied. "I've packed an overnight bag, just in case. Definitely want to cool off in the spa before they come though."

"You're welcome," he said. "They should be here by noon. Unfortunately, I won't be. I'll see you late tomorrow." 

When Charlie left, Bree checked the time. An hour to spare. She sorted through her clothes, selecting her new bikini. Why bother? she thought, and daringly walked naked from the bedroom to the spa. She slid into the cool water, and lay there lazily, soaking in the relief it gave from the tropical heat.

"Anyone there?"

The voice startled her. Shit! It can't be noon already, she thought, scanning the room for a clock and finding none. She reached for her clothes, then realised they were back in her room. Too late. She slid deep into the water as the footsteps approached.

"There you are!"

Reluctantly Bree looked up to see three men standing beside the spa. Two appeared to be in their late twenties, and one was much older. 

"Damn! It's hot in this place. Can't blame you for getting in there."

"Sorry," Bree spluttered. "I wasn't expecting you so soon."

"Actually we're late," explained the oldest one. "I'm Andy. And these guys you should have nothing to do with, are Bill and Turk. Debbie's having a look around outside."

"I'm Bree. Would one of you like to get me a towel so I can get out? You must be hungry by now."

"Doesn't seem to be one," Bill said, halfheartedly looking about. "And I need to cool down. So if you don't want any company"-

With that, Bill slipped out of his clothes, allowing his cock to hang directly in front of her as he stepped into the spa. 

"Good idea!" Turk shouted, stripping bare and diving in to join them.

"Here you go, honey." 

The female voice came as a relief. Bree turned her head to see a young woman in a light cotton dress stride towards her.

"I'm Debbie. And they're harmless!" she said softly, holding a towel so it shielded Bree from the men. Bree accepted the gesture gratefully, rising and stepping quickly out of the water. Bree raised her arms, allowing Debbie to wrap the towel around her. She felt Debbie's hands brush her nipples. God!- I hope she didn't notice they were hard, Bree thought, moving her hand to hold the towel in place over her breasts. Then she felt Debbie's hands slide down her body, and was embarrassed as the fingers discovered her open cunt before drawing the towel closed over her thighs.

"What are you doing?" Bree whispered to the face behind her, careful not to attract the attention of the men nearby. Debbie moved closer, and drew the moist fingers to Bree's mouth. "That's what their cocks are going to taste like after they've fucked you."

"In your dreams," Bree challenged, not too convincingly.

"And yours!" came the reply.

Back in her room, Bree turned on the air-conditioner and mulled over what to wear. It was obvious that more than just the temperature was going to hot up. True, she had been excited- that was just natural- and now Debbie knew. But she had always been faithful to her boyfriends, and this would be no different. She figured she had to go about her business as if nothing was going on around her. Setting aside the bikini she was going to use as underwear, Bree threw on some baggy shorts and a button-up shirt, and went to prepare lunch. 

In no time at all, lunch was ready. Bree had prepared a fresh salad to go with an assortment of cold meat. Warm bread rolls and chilled juice completed the fare. From the kitchen, Bree could see all four visitors sprawled in the spa; a collection of empty drink containers gathering around them. For a moment she thought about serving lunch there, then thought better of it. Make them come here, she decided.

"Lunch is ready!" "You beauty," came the reply. 

Bree watched as four naked bodies rose in unison from the water. 

"Rule No. 1," she called out. "No naked people at the dinner table."

"Spoil-sport," laughed Andy, stepping without argument into a pair of denim shorts. The others quickly followed suit.

Over a rushed lunch and more alcohol than juice, plans were made for the afternoon. Andy decided he was going fishing. Turk agreed. "Not me," said Bill. "I'm taking what's left of the food and booze back to the spa. Aren't we, Deb?" he added, laughing at his own words.

"What about you, Bree?"

Turk's question was unexpected. 

"I'll just clean up here, and go for a walk before getting dinner ready," replied Bree.

"Don't be too hasty. I'm bringing back a big fish for dinner." 

"Well I'll give you 'til five; otherwise it's chicken," Bree teased.

After clearing the lunch things away, Bree retired to her room. Good old Charlie, she thought, as she was met by the cool air from its air-conditioning. I might just stay the night to escape the heat at home. She kicked off her sandals and settled on the bed. 

Near four o'clock, and several drinks later, Bree ventured back outside.

The spa was empty. From the deck, she could two figures fishing on the other side of the lake. She returned to the spa, and cleared away the empty bottles. 

"Don't you ever stop?"

Debbie's voice startled her. Bree turned, and found herself staring a moment at Debbie's bare mound, accentuated by a small tattoo to its right. 

"Its a love heart."

Bree knew she had been caught out.

"I hope they are paying you well to fuss over them like this," added Debbie.

"I guess so. But I'm doing it as a favour for Charlie. And it's good experience for me."

"Good experience for what?"

"I want to be a caterer one day."

"And what sort of bonus are you on if you fuck the guys?"

The question shocked Bree. What were the expectations of these people? And how about Charlie? No way, she decided. Charlie wouldn't have set her up for this.

"I'm not on the menu. Full-stop!" 

"Well you ought to be," Debbie replied. "Want to know what I'm getting for the weekend?"

"I just assumed you were Bill's girlfriend," said Bree.

"Hardly. I only met them this morning. My services are paid for, just like yours. Only I'm getting a grand for the weekend."

Bree caught her breath at the figure. 

"That's not for me."

"Listen kid. We're not that much different. I'll bet we've both fucked losers for nothing. Now I get to choose, get paid well, and these guys are far from losers." 

Bree could see the point- well sort of. She had certainly fallen for more than one loser, and her current boyfriend Adam was still in the "undecided" basket. 

"Got you thinking, haven't I?"

"So what do the guys expect?" Bree asked.

"From me? Whatever they want," Debbie answered. "From you? Nothing- you dope." She unexpected kissed Bree full on the lips, her tongue flicking lightly into Bree's mouth.

"What about me?" Bree gasped in surprise as large hands belonging to the voice behind her reached into her shirt and grabbed her breasts.

"You get what you paid for," she countered, lifting his hands clear. "And that's meals from me." 

"And that's a blow job from me." 

Relief flooded through Bree as Debbie took hold of the angry looking cock and led Bill away. 

The rest of the afternoon had its moments. Just before five, a gloating, sun-burnt Turk returned with a large fish and tossed it to Bree. Debbie overplayed the congratulations, and earned a robust fuck; bent awkwardly over the balustrade on the deck. Bree saw what was going to unfold, and immersed herself in the task of getting the evening meal together. Searching the cupboards, she came across expensive dinnerware, and was enthused to put in a special effort.

By seven, the baked fish with wild rice and herb stuffing was ready to take pride of place in the centre of the immaculately laid table. Bree had showered, added some make-up, and changed into a light evening dress. Eventually Andy returned, glanced over the preparations and apologised furiously. "Give us fifteen," he said, rushing off to hurry up the others. 

Twenty minutes later, they returned. The younger men had changed into neat casual slacks and tropical shirts. Bill wore more formal attire, complete with tie. Bree was touched by their effort. How clothes maketh the man! She had seen the best and worst, in fact every bit of them in a few short hours. Now they looked the kid of guys you would hope to meet, Bree thought. Except she knew better.

Debbie's entrance was unstated, but perhaps even more memorable. She sauntered in; a long, black, sleeveless dress hugging her body. It was cut high at the front, but that took nothing away from the simple choker around her neck. The back was cut low- very low. Andy rose to greet her, placing his hand on the smooth of her back as he kissed her cheek lightly. "Now let's do justice to this wonderful food," he commanded.

For the next two hours they did just that. Bill and Turk slowed the pace of their drinking, as if under instruction from Andy, and were better company for it. Debbie's attention was wholly on Andy, spontaneously touching and laughing at all the right moments. Bree was bubbling over.

"You've got to go into business for yourself, Bree," Andy insisted. I'll spread the good word.

"Me too," said the boys as one.

"I can be your partner," suggested Debbie.

"Bet you would, Deb!" Bill jibed. "But can she afford you?"

"There are some things I do for free, Bill. It's just top rate for you. And doing the dishes won't come cheap."

"Oh well!" exclaimed Bree, keen for this particular conversation to end. "Looks like it's up to me."

"Well, don't look at us," Bill said, taking his leave, and Turk with him. "We've got some serious football watching to do." 

Bree waited as Andy drained the last of his coffee.

"I think it's about that time for us too," he said, patting Debbie on the knee. "Thanks again for the lovely evening, Bree. I won't tell if you leave these things until the morning."

"Me neither," Debbie added, touching Bree lightly on the arm. "We really could do some damage together, you know."

Bree felt a strange emptiness as she watched them leave. It was well after eleven before she collapsed into bed, relieved to have tidied everything up, and be away from the sounds of lovemaking coming from Andy's room. Bill and Turk were out like a light in front of the television.

As she lay there, Bree admonished herself for missing her walk and the exercises Charlie had shown her. Tomorrow I'll make up for it, she promised herself. She thought of their buddy session and the dress Debbie wore tonight and of Adam coming home soon and how cool the room was getting and how tired she felt.....

Some time later, a slight movement in the bed woke her. 

"Sorry," said Debbie as she slid under the sheet beside Bree. "Can I share this air-conditioning with you?"

"Mmm, please yourself," Bree replied sleepily, drawing the sheet back over her head. 

Debbie muttered something incoherent and curled up on her side.

Bree lay there, trying to settle again. Then she heard more noises; coming from the kitchen this time. She made out the sound of the fringe door opening, and the rattle of the cutlery drawer. Bree sat up in the darkness.

"What are you doing?" Debbie asked.

"Can you hear that?" 

"Sounds like the guys getting themselves something to eat. Go back to sleep." 

"I think I should go and help them."

"They can look after themselves," Debbie said, pushing Bree back onto the bed. 

"But, what if they-"

"Sssh!" Debbie whispered, clamping her hand over Bree's mouth. "You're going nowhere!"

"Why?" Bree asked, then sighed as Debbie's fingers started to trail down her naked body.

"Because I want to see what you do when I touch you here... and here..."

Bree felt the fingers leave her breasts, and wander across her stomach; stalling to play in her thick bush for too long before expertly flicking her pussy until it was leaking uncontrollably.

"Tell me what you want!" Debbie ordered.

"Put them in. I want your fingers in my pussy," came the reply.

Bree gasped as first one, then two fingers slid inside, twisting and caressing the walls as they withdrew, only to return, time and again; preparing her for three and then four until only the thumb remained outside to torment her aroused clit.

"Yes...yes....just like that" gasped Bree, balanced on the edge of an orgasm and wanting more, wanting to go further than ever before. 

She reached down, brushing Debbie's thumb from her clit and replacing it with the familiar rhythm of her own hand. Now Debbie's hand felt different- rounder and harder like a monster cock head; pushing, turning, pushing until suddenly filling her eager cunt. 

"Oh. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes!" screamed Bree, bucking her hips upwards as Debbie expertly scrolled her fist in and out of the soaked hole. "I'm going to come! Keep it in while I come!" 

An orgasm unlike any other she had experienced swept through her body, exploding her senses and tearing away her breath.

An eternity later, Bree recovered to find Debbie laying beside her, an arm draped lazily across her shoulders. 

"Welcome back!" smiled Debbie.

Bree returned the smile, then reached over to kiss Debbie dutifully on the lips.

"That was awesome! Now I feel like I owe you," offered Bree.

"You do. You definitely do!"

"And just what do you have in mind?" Bree asked sexily. 

"You'll have to wait and see," teased Debbie. "Right now, I need some sleep."

Cooking Up a Storm Ch. 2



"Knock...knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Andy!"

"Andy who?"

"Andy's got breakfast for you."

Shit! thought Bree, laying in bed listening to the corny exchange of words. As always, she had waken up feeling horny. What time is it? She crawled over Debbie, and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Ouch! Her pussy hurt. She stumbled to the full length window, and drew back the heavy blinds, only to be stung by the sharp light that poured in. 

"My clothes. Where's my bloody clothes?"

Debbie rolled onto her side, and laughed at the fuss. "Are you getting the door or not?"

Bree fossicked amongst the linen on the floor; came across the black dress Debbie had discarded the night before, and tossed it on. Too small; too bad! It'll have to do. She opened the door, to find Andy standing there in a ridiculous apron; a breakfast tray in his hands. 

"Morning girls," he said, as he pushed past Bree to enter the room. "Seem's the hired help has gone on strike."

An embarrassed Bree closed the door and followed him in. 

"What do you think of the dress now?" Debbie asked Andy.

Andy put the tray on the bed, and looked Bree up and down. "I'm definitely getting my money's worth for it," he replied. 

"The way my arse feels, I think you already got that last night!" Debbie countered.

Bree realised Andy had bought it for Debbie to wear- an arrangement that had been planned to end in a butt fuck. Why not? she thought. Just like most men, he probably doesn't get it at home. Then again, she could easily have been like those wives, given the thoughtless efforts of the first few men she tried to please that way. Gavin, the impossibly cute barman she picked up in a fit of anger and drunkenness, had changed all that; fucking her arse with skills honed at the gay night club he frequented. By the time she found out and showed him the door, she was hooked.

Over breakfast in bed, Debbie was on her best suggestive behavior, working Andy over with descriptions of how Bree might return a favour she was owed. Seeing she was having the desired effect, she let the sheet she has twisted around her naked body drop, and crawled across the bed before pushing Andy onto his back. 

"I've made my mind up, Bree" she said. "You are to do whatever you want!"

Bree watched as Debbie lifted Andy's cock free of his clothes. She gripped it in two hands, and shook it gently, patiently; letting it grow and grow until its oversized head and another handful of shaft had emerged. This part she worked on- only this part; slowly brushing her cheeks against it, then trailing her closed mouth across it, before returning with her cheeks. Time and again this tease occurred, driving Andy insane; driving Bree insane until she wanted to scream 'suck it, suck it all'; except she couldn't because the expert knew too, and now locked her moist lips over the leaking head. And waited- not moving; the cock, its owner, the audience- all suspended in time.

Until...

"I want that dress over here." It was Andy.

Transfixed, Bree stood up, still on the bed; so tall she steadied herself with her hands against the ceiling. Now they waited for her next move. She had become the centre of attention - and liked it. With deliberate steps, she placed her feet either side of Andy's face, and squatted ever-so-slowly until the dress enclosed his head under her. Defiantly, she stared at Debbie, aware the dress was denying her the view she wanted. Then Andy's tongue began to explore her aching, hairy pussy. Bree did her best to remain expressionless as the experienced tongue sought and found her clit, flicking it playfully like a kitten with a toy. She felt her leaking cunt open up, beckoning something-anything- to come and pleasure it. As if on command, Andy's hands slid under the dress and took hold of her butt. Now his face was muzzling her cunt, lapping at her juices; but unable to ease the soreness she's incurred last night. 

Unexpectedly, he started to rim her puckered arse-hole, coating it in her juices. 'This is no virgin arse,' she imagining him thinking; then almost came when two hooked fingers reached inside. Around the rim they worked, spreading it wider before withdrawing and reentering, more welcome this time; withdrawing and reentering; establishing a rhythm that Bree joined with furtive little thrusts of her hips- not much; just enough to express her approval.

In front of her, all of Andy's big cock was theatrically put on show. It lurched unsupported, its stiffness barely able to keep it's heavy head from falling. Debbie began to slowly lick the full length of its shaft; her eyes all the time on Bree's. Minute after minute she attended to his cock; never taking it in her mouth or hand; yet able to drive it to the brink of coming before backing off. Then she slipped away- literally; trailing her wet bald pussy along his leg as she retreated out of reach of the blood-filled cock. Now it stood like a trophy between the two women.

Your move!

Bree understood. Plugged into each other's emotions, there was no need for words. Debbie had presented, at once, both an offer and a dare; challenging Bree's uncertainty and enjoying it. What had been her last words? 'You are to do whatever you want,' Bree recalled. 

The decisions were hers to be made. She did so with anticipation. 

Bree shifted position to be on her hands and knees, her head above Andy's cock as she settled in to their sixty -niner. She felt him tugging at the black dress she still wore, expecting him to gather it over her hips; finding instead he had pulled it lower, back over his head. His tongue returned to her arse, and she showed her appreciation by dropping her mouth to his cock. She battled to get her lips around the giant head, but persevered, eventually enclosing it. Now she started to work it over, her lips locked around the purple shaft as she bobbed her pretty head up and down. She tried to swallow it all, anxious to learn how it feels to have a cock slide into her throat; but gagged each time it reached the back of her mouth. 

Debbie joined in, and ran her lips over Bree's flushed cheeks, before stopping to post fairy kisses on her closed eyes. In the heat of everything else going on, Bree found it strangely erotic. They traded kisses across the head of Andy's cock, before Debbie slid her tongue through its seeping groove; gathering his pre-cum and trailing it into Bree's eager mouth. "Are you ready for all his come?" Debbie asked, gripping the thick shaft in her hand. "Do you want all of his come in your mouth?" Bree did; but wanted something else too; wanted to feel that big cock in her arse, and crawled forward for it, almost knocking Debbie out of the way. She straddled his cock, still facing away from him, and slowly lowered herself; gasping as the huge head contacted her willing cunt. She trapped the head on the ridge between her two hungry holes, then dropped lower, and a little forward, bending the cock against its will until she felt it move; felt the tormented cock begin to slide back in the moisture, now with a mind of its own as it reached her arsehole, and began to straighten into it. She remained still, savouring the sensation of the head slowly, determinedly pushing into her arse; now beginning to hurt with its sheer size; inching to a stop. Still not in. She lifted her hips and arrested it, again riding it forward until it could go no further. Once more it worked it way back, more powerfully this time; the anticipation unbearable as the broad head stretched her hole; nearly there, nearly there- "Oh! My god...faaaark.. yes!"

Bree almost fainted as her arse lips locked around the shaft below the giant cock's head. This was the best part; always the best part. She waited a moment, and lifted off it, desperate to feel it again. And did- again and again; off, on; off, on; fucking just the head until the resistance went and it could fall in easily. Now she wanted more- wanted it deep in her arse- and pressed down harder, taking it 'til it hurt; easing off, only to try again, deeper this time, adjusting her position as she dropped, rocking back and forward until her arse finally came to rest on his body. 

She felt Andy's hands on her thighs. Good old Andy! She was using his cock- and he wasn't even getting a look at the action. She wanted to remedy that; wanted to show him how much her slut arse loved his big cock. "Take it off me," she ordered. Andy's hands shifted onto her bare back, and began to massage it lightly. His fingers traced her spine; following it down from her neck to the small of her back; hesitating at the top of her butt, before moving up again, daring this time to reach around the front and cup her perfect breasts. Here they lingered, as if in awe; before slipping the dress off her shoulders and rolling it down to her waist. Now, finally, he lifted the bottom of the dress until it was all gathered at her waist.

For the first time, Debbie and Andy saw his cock balls-deep in Bree's arse. 

"Way to go, girl!" screamed Debbie. 

And it was, Bree agreed. Time to ride that huge cock for all its worth. She leaned forward, and firmly gripped his legs. Then started to grind, slowly at first, assuring herself of its length and angle before letting it slip out; brazenly showing them the size of her gaping arsehole, before slamming her hips down, her arse consuming the cream-covered cock in one violent move. Now she started to ride all of its length- minute after minute; desperately looking for his signal as her own orgasm got closer and closer. She wanted them to end this fuck together, and had to back off, easing her rhythm.

Seizing her chance, Debbie joined in; hungrily licking at Bree's arse, pulling the cock from her and shamelessly blowing it, before feeding it back into the impatient hole. Bree welcomed it back with a deep sigh, so close to coming she closed her eyes, and tried to blank out the delicious new feeling as her spread arse came to rest against the hand Debbie had wrapped around the base of the shaft. Seeking some respite, Bree rested, but got none as two of Debbie's fingers tried to squeeze into her hole, stretching it like never before as they slide up beside the fat cock. Bree emitted a scream, somewhere between pain and ecstasy, and lifted her hips-not all the way- before easing down again; not sure whether she wanted the fingers to be there. But they were, and her greedy arse took them in with the rest of the fat cock; again and again, as she screaming unashamedly at Andy to come, to pump his hot come into her arse; until she could wait no more, and let her own fierce orgasm break free.

You didn't half enjoy that!" Debbie said, as Bree began to relax. "But I think Andy deserves to come too."

With that, Debbie tugged the still-hard cock from Bree's pouting arse, and as if savouring the juices that coated it, began to suck passionately. The fat head slide easily into her mouth, before she adjusted her position, and slowly began to devour the greasy shaft. Bree watched it disappear into Debbie's mouth, way past what she had been able to take; before there was a pause, as Debbie bobbed her head a little, and with a hearty gulp, took the cock deep into her throat. How the fuck..., thought Bree. Now Debbie began to work it in and out of her throat, noisily sucking in air through her flared nostrils until she felt the cock's signals, and drew it out of her mouth, trailing strings of gag with her. 

"I'm going to come!" Andy moaned, in time for Debbie to offer the cock to Bree, unsure of what her reaction would be.

"So, what took you so long," Bree said, just getting her mouth over the cock before the first hot burst arrived. She waited expectantly as, if in slow motion, each load of the fresh cum shot into her mouth, filling it until it started to stick in her throat and it was time to swallow some of it. 

"Fuck... you are full of surprises," said Debbie, lustily kissing Bree's cum-stained lips. 

"Sure am!" mumbled Bree, and returned the kiss, dripping the rest of the come into Debbie's unsuspecting mouth. 

Fifteen minutes passed before Bree emerged from the bedroom and went for a shower. The cool water proved particularly soothing, and she decided to wait awhile, letting the morning air dry her. The past twenty four hours seemed almost surreal. With the chance to slow down, she started to think she should be feeling remorseful- except she wasn't- and that was confusing. Her thoughts were interrupted when Bill and Turk wandered into the bathroom, clearly feeling the effects of last nights drinking. They hadn't noticed her behind the screen, and she decided to play it that way. Bill headed straight for the toilet pedestal, and noisily pissed into the bowl. "Fuck, I needed that," he said, shaking his limp cock dry. "Now I could eat a horse. Wonder where the others are?"

"Beats me," said Turk, pushing Bill aside so he could get his turn to relieve himself. "My guess is Andy's getting his money's worth with Debbie. I could eat the cook, no worries."

"Fat chance of that," Bill replied. "I'm sure she doesn't know how fuckin' gorgeous she is." 

"I'd like to explain it to her with this," Turk boasted, waving his cock about.

"Yeah, well if you do, don't forget about your mates!" Bill said. 

"Wonder if she'd do us both?" Turk added. "I reckon a bit of DP would be good for her."

"Bree?" Bill interjected. You are talking about Bree. We'll be lucky to get a look at her tits before the days out. Can you imagine anyone getting near her arse with a cock? I wouldn't mind betting her bloke doesn't even get a blow job-"

At precisely that moment, Bree casually stepped from behind the shower screen. 

"Morning boys," she said. "You don't look at all well. Would a bit of breakfast help?"

Turk was the first to recover. 

"I'd kill for some bacon and eggs," he replied, staring at the magnificent tits in front of him.

"They're called breasts, Turk," Bree teased. "What about you, Bill?"

"I knew that!" came the reply.

In front of them, Bree stepped into her baggy shorts, before slipping on an over sized shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and tying the tails at her waist so it covered her tits.

"Breakfast in ten minutes," she said, knowing their eyes were on her as she sauntered out of the room. 

It was not yet eight o'clock.

With most of the day still ahead, Bree thought, anything could happen.



Cooking Up a Storm Ch. 3



The early signs were clear. Sunday was going to be a real scorcher- the kind of tropical day that bred wild, late-afternoon storms.

By the time Bree had served breakfast, Andy and the boys had given up all thought of playing a round at the nearby golf course. It's going to be too bloody hot, they agreed. Not that Bill and Turk were fit to argue. They were right up to laying about the spa until their hangovers had passed. 

Debbie welcomed the decision enthusiastically. "So I get all of you for the day!" she said. "That could be interesting."

"Well 'til mid afternoon at least," informed Andy. But if a storm blows up, we're out of here before the road closes."

"That'll be more than enough time for me to earn a bonus," promised Debbie.

Though working alone in the kitchen, Bree felt part of the group she had been hired to cook for. Less than a day ago, she had slunk from the spa, desperate to hide her nakedness from the men. Now it was as if they had lit the fire of her sexuality. And fucking Debbie and Andy had done nothing to extinguish it. Instead, she found herself wondering what it would be like to be their slut- to beg them to use her until cum covered her face and oozed out of her holes. It didn't really matter whether it happened today. She would leave this place with a new world open to her, and the resolve to go get it.

Back in her room to tidy up things, Bree checked the messages on her mobile phone.

She listened to the two unanswered calls, both from last night.

"Hi kid, it's Charlie. Just rang to check how things are going. Hope you're making those guys behave themselves. See you tomorrow. Owe you one."

Yeah, right Charlie, she thought. I've fucked Debbie and Andy so far- just two to go. 

She deleted his call, and listened to the second message.

"Hi honey. It's me. There's a cyclone up here, so we're on the way home. Should be there about lunch time tomorrow. See 'ya."

"Fuck!" Bree said out loud. Adam wasn't due for another three days. She thought about ringing back, and realized he would still be traveling in the middle of nowhere, without mobile phone reception. She decided all she could do was ring him when he got home at lunch time. 

Bree was packing her clothes into her car when Andy came up to her.

"You're not alright," he said knowingly. "I'm sorry if it's about this morning." 

"It probably should be, but it's not," she replied. "I'll just have to get away as soon as you guys leave, so I'm getting packed early."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Would it help if we leave straight after lunch?"

"I don't want to be the cause of that. You've paid good money, so go get your money's worth."

"Are you going to join us?" 

"Well, it's too hot to stay out here!"

Returning inside, they found the others already in the spa. Not surprisingly, their clothes were strewn on the floor. A plate of finger food, and large jug of iced juice, had been prepared.

"I decided to help you out," Debbie called. "In case I need a hand too."

Bree laughed at the suggestion. She liked Debbie; liked how comfortable she was with her sexuality and the way she went about her business.

"Are you two getting in here? Or do we have to watch you melt?" Turk enquired.

"You're on!" said Andy, stripping off his clothes. He turned to Bee.

"Coming in?"

Bree nodded.

The cool bubbling water quickly washed away the last of her doubts. She felt it was right to be here. Bree was still in her shirt and shorts, now thoroughly wet through. The material clung to her largish breasts, doing nothing to hide them. She suspected her dark bush was visible through her wet shorts, and cared enough about teasing them to stay below the turbulent water. 

Debbie came over to her and whispered, "What's up with the clothes?" 

"It's just me being me," Bree responded.

"Well I like the other you better," said Debbie. "So if she turns up, would you tell her I want to suck her pussy in front of these guys until she begs for mercy!"

"I'll keep it in mind."

Debbie wheeled away when she spotted Turk and Bill sitting on the edge of the spa, their legs dangling in the water. She moved between them, and pushed them onto their backs. Her hands drifted to their limp cocks and began stroking. Andy moved behind her, cock in hand, and she leaned over a little, spreading her legs as he rubbed his cock between them. The cocks in Debbie's hands grew quickly, and Bree found herself thinking 'not bad for guys who are still hung-over'. With their erections grew impatience, and they signaled for Debbie to get out of the spa. She reached behind her, and planted a deep kiss into Andy's mouth, before lifting herself out of the water.

As soon as she was out, Bill rose to his feet, his cock jutting out in front as he swept her up, and carried to the nearby table. Turk joined in, arranging Debbie so her legs hung over one edge, and her head was close to another. Bill slipped between her legs, and she lifted them high and wide, pulling open her bald snatch in front of him. The invitation was too good to refuse, and he clamped his mouth over it hungrily. She started to tell him how good it felt, how she loved his tongue in her groove, but a hand grabbed her head and turned it to the side, where Turk's fat cock was waiting. She let him slip it into her mouth, then put her hand onto his arse, and urged him to face fuck her. Turk did, slowly driving it in until it bent against the back of her mouth, before drawing it back; in again, bend, out again, in again...establishing a rhythm that threatened to drain his balls until the expert's hand on his arse interrupted it, leaving his cock against the entrance to her throat. He felt her head move a little. Now the hand on his arse was pulling him forward, and he felt an overwhelming sensation as the resistance gave way, and his cock head slid into her throat. 

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, as his cock spasmed, and leaked a little. Not yet! Not yet! It was the first time he had been deep-throated, really deep-throated, and he did his best to switch off, wanting to experience more before coming in that talented mouth. He drew back hard, and she understood, giving him some time before the hand on his arse took over again, coaching his moves until he became the master, stroking so deep into her throat his tightening balls slapped into her face. Until the burning started, and he couldn't stop it; the first cum shooting into her mouth before she pulled his cock full length into her throat, and eagerly took the rest of the fierce spurts straight down her throat.

No sooner had the fat cock stopped jerking, Debbie pulled her mouth off it, and smiled as she wiped away the string of gag and cum that had trailed out. Now her attention turned to Bill's mouth on her gaping pussy, and to the cock he was slowly stroking. She told him she wanted his cock in her pussy, and he knew she meant it; not like some of the other girls they had brought here. He lifted his hard cock to her opening, and grabbed her legs, throwing them over his shoulders before slamming his cock into her. 

"Fuck, yes!" she screamed. She loved being taken that way; loved starting each new fuck wet and ready so that even the biggest cocks like Andy's slammed straight into her to the hilt. Not that Bill was in that league-few were- but it was more than adequate, and it was in her cunt right now. 

Bree and Andy watched on from the spa. She wondered if he was going to make a move. Instead, he poured two drinks and settled in beside her, his cock visibly at half mast.

"She's got them all worked up," he said. 

"And you too!" Bree countered.

"I might be getting on, but I'm not dead yet," came the response. "Looks like Turk might take a while to recover though."

"Yeah- well I think I can remember someone else who lasted about ten seconds in her throat!"

"After you worked me over with that hot arse of your's."

"So it's my fault. Well here's your chance. I'm sure Deb's up to another blow job."

"But I wouldn't want to leave you here on your own. Unless you want to join in too."

"Oh, I'll be fine." Bree said, before shouting "Turk, will you keep me company for a while?"

"Never thought you'd ask," Turk replied. 

Now the action on the table quickened.

Bill was working furiously, slamming into Debbie's cunt so hard the table rocked. She responded in kind, begging him for more, her legs now bent so far back it seemed any moment Bill would end up on the table with her. Andy joined in, offering his huge cock to Debbie's hungry mouth. 

Bree felt Turk's hand on her arm.

"Do you want to get away from here for a while? I'm not much into watching when I can't join in."

"Taking a while to recover, are we?" Bree joked, playfully resting her head on his shoulder.

"That's nice," Turk said.

She decided to leave it there a little longer. 

"Is your mind off them now?" Bree asked.

"Not yet."

Bree muzzled her lips into the side of his neck.

"What about now?"

"Uh- not entirely. But I think this will help!" Turk turned and kissed her. He felt her lips under his, barely believing she had not pulled away. He lifted his lips, and looked into her dark eyes- eyes that were saying 'it's OK if you want to kiss me again'- and he did, more passionately this time. Her mouth opened to the flick of his tongue, and she kissed him back; now pressing against him, her tits squashing against his bare chest.

Too quickly, it ended.

"What about now?" 

"Definite improvement," he said. 

"We're on the right track then," came the response. "So what else would help?"

"I think it would help if this was undone," he said, reaching for the knot tied in her shirt. She stood unmoved, almost defiantly as he worked the knot undone, and let the ends of the shirt fall. Bree laughed as he cursed animatedly when the shirt still covered her breasts. 

"Hate to see a grown man suffer!" she teased, and spread her arms, allowing her breasts to bounce into view. "Is your mind off the others now?" 

"Oh yeah!" 

Bree was enjoying herself. She wondered if that was because she knew Turk was not about to impose his wish on her. As it was Adam would be home later, and they had been apart for quite a while, and that meant he would be-

"Moving in!"

Debbie's voice brought Bree back from her thoughts, in time to see Bill laying a thin mattress on the floor in front of the spa. Bree knew this had to be Debbie's idea.

"Now, on your back!" Debbie ordered, and Bill went to comply.

"Not you - Andy."

Andy lay down, his feet facing the spa. For Bree, it was strange knowing that the huge cock she was now staring at had been buried in her arse earlier in the day.

The view soon changed as Debbie straddled him, easily working the monster into her wet bald cunt. Then she crouched over, and Bree realized Debbie's arse was being offered to Bill. He took up the offer eagerly, probably too much so, and Debbie screamed at him to take it easy- to work his cock in slowly. Bill obliged, and soon had his sizable cock buried in her. Debbie punched the floor with her hands as the two cocks worked her over, one driving in as the other withdrew, minute after minute, until her juices flowed freely. Bree found herself focusing on the sounds of the cocks slapping and sloshing their way into the twin holes, remotely becoming aware Turk had moved behind her. His hands casually shifted to her hips, and she left them there awhile, wondering where they would move next. Upwards was good, she decided- and he made the right move, brushing her open shirt apart and sliding his hands onto her heaving breasts. 

"They're beautiful; you're beautiful!" he said into her ear. She knew that he meant it, and thanked him by putting her hands on his, holding them to her hard nipples. She loved that, like her, he wanted this moment to last; that he didn't charge on to further liberties, despite the impatience his cock was now starting to display.

"Why don't you join in here!" Debbie called out. 

For what seemed like forever, neither of them moved. Eventually Turk spoke.

"Bree, can I ask you if you have done anything like that before?"

"What a question to ask a lady?" Bree laughed.

"Oops!" Turk replied. "I meant have you-"

"No dp," Bree replied. "And you?"

"Guilty as charged."

"So what's keeping you back now?"

"I like the present company."

"And if we both joined in?"

"Right now I want to keep the present company to myself."

"Smart answer," Bree said, playfully reaching behind and grabbing his erect cock.

Turk almost jumped at her touch. He expected her to release it immediately, and enjoyed that she didn't.

"Nice cock," Bree said. 

"Nice tits," Turk replied. "Perhaps they should meet."

Bree turned to face Turk, and slowly peeled off the shirt. 

"Is this what you were thinking?" she enquired. Turk dropped to his knees in the water, his head now at her waist. He slid his tongue into her navel, before muzzling at the hint of soft down that disappeared into the top of her shorts. At water level, he stopped, then worked his way up, past the navel, licking under each heavy breast before moving onto her nipples. 

Bree reached down, and pulled one of her breasts to her mouth, just reaching the nipple; sharing it with Turk's mouth until their tongues met and they wanted something else. Turk slipped his tongue in and out of Bree's mouth and she understood and sucked it, as if it was the cock she was holding.

"Show me what you want," Bree said into his mouth.

Turk sat her on the steps of the spa, and stood in front, pressing his cock between her tits. Knowingly, Bree squeezed them together as he began to fuck the valley between them. She decided to go further, and occasionally bent down to tease the fat head with her mouth, drawing a deep gasp from Turk each time her lips touched his cock. Now Turk began to push higher, offering more of his cock to that beautiful mouth, and found it willing; the lips pursed so that each upstroke broke its way into the warm mouth.

Way too soon he felt his orgasm approaching, and warned Bree, "You're going to make me come if you keep that up."

"Let's go join the others," Bree said. "But I want you to save that hot cum for me."

Bree took him by the cock, and led him out of the water. Debbie had shifted position, to now be laying face up on Bil, his cock still in her arse. Andy was in her pussy, crouched awkwardly above them. For a moment Bree was uncertain what to do. Sensing Bree's hesitation, Debbie took over. 

"Hold up, guys. The star of the show has arrived." Bill and Andy slid their wet cocks out of her. Almost covertly, the four guests surrounded Bree.

Debbie began to direct the action. "Bree wants to show us her gorgeous hairy pussy."

Bree did want that, and seductively untied the draw string on her shorts. Then she decided to please and tease them, grabbing her breasts and playing with them. Bill could wait no longer, and reached out to tug at her shorts. They caught on her hips, and she wiggled naughtily until they broke free and her pussy came into view. She stepped out of the them, and turned full circle, modeling her nakedness for all of them. 

"Fuckin' awesome," someone said.

Bree dropped to her knees in front of the only cock she was still to taste. The move surprised Bill, given his cock was still wet from Debbie's arse. Unfazed, Bree sucked it noisily, before moving on to Andy. If anything, his cock seemed even larger than she recalled, and Bree gave up trying to get the giant head past her teeth. Instead she began to lick the taste of Debbie off its length, then under his balls, before returning to the head. She took its shaft in her hands, and pumped double-handed, enjoying its sheer size and the prospect of fucking it later. Again she moved on, her mouth finding Debbie's bald cunt. She had never done this before, but soon had Debbie grinding against her, so hard it seemed she wanted to smother her newfound friend. Bree tried to pull back, but Debbie had her by the hair, and pulled her back into the wetness.

Finally, she was free to turn to Turk. Bree lifted a little, and put her hands on his butt, before oh-so-sexily dragged her tongue along his stomach, She felt his fat cock jerk against her throat, and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, as he shut out the urge to come all over her. Bree's emotions too were running out of control; telling her she needed cock- lots of cock.

Yielding to her runaway desires, Bree lay full length on the mattress. The three men were towards the front of her, and she purposefully lifted and opened her legs to them, knowing from the sticky secretions on her cunt hairs that it was already gaping. She slide her hand down there, exposing her aroused clit to them. All of the men now had their cocks in their hands, and Bree wondered who would be first to fuck her. Without warning, the view disappeared as Debbie crawled over her, leaving her cunt inches above Bree's interested mouth as she closed her lips around Bree's enlarged clit. 

"Yes!" squealed Bree, as the electricity shot through her. In no time, she was moaning incoherently, bucking her hips up at Debbie's mouth. Bree arched up, her tongue searching for the elusive hole above her, and found it; sending the message she wanted it closer. Debbie understood it was time to end the tease, and did so; finding with surprise that Bree's mouth was soon exploring her arsehole. 

A cock appeared above Bree, and she hungrily pulled it into her mouth. She felt her legs being lifted and held back, and forgot the cock in her mouth to concentrate on the sensation of a huge cock -Andy's cock- breaking its way into her pussy. She doubted she had ever been more ready for a cock, yet it seemed to tear at her walls, so much so Andy took it slowly, easing out and in until finally it filled her completely. Then he waited awhile, until her relief turned to impatience and she wanted him to pound her with his giant cock, and told him so. This he did with gusto, and Bree found it hard to manage the cock in her mouth. She drew it out of her mouth, and fed it easily into Debbie's pussy. For minute after minute the girls were fucked senseless, occasionally interrupting to pull a cock clear, and suck it clean before allowing it to continue. 

Suddenly, Bill drove his cock hard into Debbie's snatch, and kept it there, pouring his semen into her depths. Bree licked lustily at the underside of his shaft, and he pulled it from Debbie, feeding its cum covered head into Bree's hungry mouth. She grabbed his arse and pulled him to her, indulging herself by cramming all of his sticky cock in her mouth. She loved to do this- loved having cocks grow or shrink in her mouth, and would have done so again if not for the huge cock in her cunt and the mouth at her clit and her own orgasm that now burst over her and flooded those that caused it.

The furious orgasm left her wanting more. Andy had still not come - no surprises there, Bree thought- and resumed fucking her at a slower pace. Bill's cock was replaced by Turk's. Bree sucked at it urgently, then led it to Debbie's arse. Debbie felt it, and worked with Turk until it was fully encased. The new arrangement allowed Bree to attack Debbie's pussy, which had begun to leak Bill's semen. Bree loved to do this too - had never found cum repulsive - although some did taste better than others. In no time, she closed in on another orgasm, but was beaten to it by Debbie, who thrashed so hard it seemed certain her arse would damage Turk's cock beyond repair. Can't have that before I get my turn, Bree decided, and set about rearranging things. Her orgasm over, Debbie acceded to Bree's wishes, and climbed off her. Bree ordered Andy onto the mattress, and climbed back onto the huge member. It slipped easily into her saturated pussy before she beckoned Turk over, and did her best to swallow his cock. She got more into her mouth than ever before- and put it down to the abundant juices that she was savouring. She tried to take even more, feeling the desire to gag at precisely the time Turk pushed hard; and swallowed involuntarily, taking the fat head into her throat. In panic, she coughed it out, and gasped for air. Still, she now knew it could happen for her- and soon tried again, sucking in the breath through her nostrils as the cock again filled her throat until her face was pressed hard up against his pubic hair. Elation filled her. She was deep-throating Turk's cock. A new dimension to her sex life had been born. 




Cooking Up a Storm Ch. 3



Twice more she took its length, before Turk took it from her. They kissed passionately. 

"I'm glad you were my first deep throat," Bree uttered. "Now get 'round here and do my arse."

"My pleasure," Turk replied.

Bree bent right over, her sweat covered tits flattened against Andy's chest as she put her face beside his. Andy knew what was next, and stopped thrusting, allowing Turk to bring his cock up to Bree's arsehole. Sensing her trepidation, he held her head, soothing her as she gasped when the cock entered her fresh hole. Through her thin walls, Andy could feel Turk press further in, and heard her moan with pain. Turk stopped, and eased back before trying again, getting most of it in this time. 

Now they began to fuck her, slowly at first; learning each other's moves until Bree began to respond to the double pistons- one moving in, as the other moved out- sobbing uncontrollably with emotion as they quickened and quickened until Andy screamed that he was going to come. He reached to pull out of her, but she clamped down hard to feel his cock jerk in her, and the warmth of his semen oozing far deeper than anything before. Her own climax gathered all of her senses, and smashed them together in an indescribable moment which left her hanging, fearful she might never recover. 

In time she felt Andy's cock yield and lifted her hips to let it fall out. Her motion drove Turk's cock deeper into her arse, and set off a new round of desire in her. She began to drive against him, arching her head back to meet his, and urged him to split her arse with his fat cock; to fill it with the cum he'd been saving for her. Turk responded to the slutiness, meeting her thrusts with his own until his balls bounced against her sloppy pussy and he could wait no longer. With his cock buried to the hilt, he shot load after huge load into her quivering backdoor.

Only now did Bree let Andy roll away from under her. Warm cum began to seep from her, as she dropped face down to the mattress. Immediately, she felt hands take her legs, and roll her onto her back. She was surprised to see Bill there, a revitalised, angry looking cock in his hand. 

"My turn at the goddess," he said.

Bree agreed, and opened her legs. Bill dropped to the floor, and crawled between them, easily finding her open cunt and ramming his cock inside vigourously, sloshing in the cum it still held until his cock was covered. In no time he withdrew, climbing forward to reveal his real intent.

"I want to come all over those tits," he said.

Bill took his cock in his hand, and began to pump it. Bree leaned forward, and just had time to take hold of his cock before his first powerful spurt shot onto her chin, to be joined by a second that glanced off her cheek and hit her in the eye. The remaining cum landed on her neck, before trickling down onto her chest.

"Not exactly what you had in mind," Bree exclaimed.

"Yeah, I sure stuffed up," Turk said, though not really apologetically.

"Do I look worried?" Bree teased, scraping the warm cum from her face, and dragging it to her mouth.

The sound of applause interrupted them.

Bree turned to find the other three watching on.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Bree taunted.

"Oh- they're all done for now," Debbie replied. " I guess it's just us girls that can keep going!"

"Now that's a good idea," Bill encouraged. "A show from the girls. Who's in favour?" Bill raised his hand, as did Debbie. Turk and Andy were unmoved.

'Two all. Looks like you get the casting vote, Bree."

'Well what's it to be?" Bill urged. 

The sound of her mobile phone ringing was a welcome intrusion..

Bree took the call in the kitchen.

"Where the fuck are you?" It was Adam.

"And hello to you too," Bree replied angrily.

"I thought you would be here. I said we'd get home today."

"We'll I'm working for Charlie this weekend. I'll be home later this afternoon."

"Fuckin' Charlie. What is it with you two?" 

"Nothing- he's not even here. I'm cooking for some of his guests."

"Well there's a bunch of hungry fishermen here, and I've been telling them how good you cook, and how good you look and how good you are in-"

"Not too many details I hope. Anyway, you'll have to look after yourselves like you had to do on the fishing trip until I get home."

Bree hung up, and walked back to join the others, their unanswered question on her mind. She was still naked, and the drying semen on her was becoming uncomfortable. 

There was no one about. The sound of the shower running told her where at least some of them were.

Bree finally got her turn in the shower, and was joined by Debbie. 

"This is what you need after a good fucking," Debbie said, and proceeded to scrub all of Bree's places with a soothing soap lotion.

"What's next for you?" Debbie asked.

"That was my boyfriend on the phone. He's home from a two week fishing trip, so I'll be heading off as soon as I can."

"I meant in the long term."

"I was thinking of asking Charlie could I work for him when the season starts. Adam won't like it, but that's his problem."

"Oh- I know you have what it takes to convince him otherwise. Starting with a surprise tonight."

"And just what have you got in mind?" Bree asked.

Fifteen minutes later, Bree agreed her freshly shaved pussy might do the trick.

By the time an uneventful lunch was over, the wind had blown up. Everyone got in and helped Bree clean up. Then Andy and the rest packed up quickly. Bree assured them that she too would leave soon. They said their good-byes, with some sadness, and more than a cursory hug. Bill made sure he felt those tits just one more time. Debbie reminded Bree that the girls still had some unfinished business, and handed her the black dress, "to go with her new look." Andy hugged her fondly. Turk went to do the same. Bree wanted to kiss him instead, and did so, with the kind of passion that promised more- much more- should we meet again.

Finally they were gone.

Bree returned inside, and left a note for Charlie. She satisfied herself the light sleeveless dress, with just her briefest panties underneath, was the right way to greet Adam.

Oh! - and meet his mates.



Cooking Up a Storm Ch. 4



I'm definitely getting old, decided Charlie, as he jogged past the young woman briskly walking in the opposite direction. Charlie noted how fit she looked. He decided pocket-rocket was a good description, given she appeared little more than five feet tall, and was very athletic. She seemed to be of an age he bore few clear memories of. Worse, he was sure she was getting along just as quickly as him. He smiled courteously- probably closer to a grimace- and leaned further into the climb up the hill that thankfully would end at the swimming pool. Not that he was much of a swimmer- but he would warm down there in the wading pool, before showering and heading out for dinner. Normally, he would head straight home, but the storm had made him later than usual. A stroke of luck, he decided, recalling their chance meeting. 

Later, at the pool, Charlie saw her at the turnstile, where he had to step aside to allow her to power to what was obviously the end of her walk.

They exchanged a glance, long enough for Charlie to note she was damn pretty, and went their separate ways. 

Half an hour later, Charlie was in the shower room at the pool, probably taking too much time, when she wheeled in, washing down the floor with a large fire hose as she went. 

"Hey!" Charlie shouted, doing his best to cover up from the intruder. 

"What are you still doing here?" she demanded. "Pool closed ten minutes ago."

"I squared it with the new owners," Charlie replied. "Now would you turn that thing off before I am done serious damage. And an apology would be good."

"Dave didn't say anything to me, so I've got nothing to be sorry for. Except seeing your scrawny arse."

Charlie liked how feisty she was. The view he was getting was definitely nothing to complain about. She wore the bottom half of a two-piece bathing suit, the kind that resembled miniature shorts, and allowed the bottom of her butt to show. Her t-shirt was wet through, and was so transparent she may as well not have been wearing it. Charlie couldn't help noticing her breasts were too large for her frame, and got caught out doing so. 

"That's enough of you!" she scolded, and turned the hose on him. The force of the water pushed him against the wall, where he turned his back to her, and put his hands in the air to surrender. 

"It's not that simple," she said, and moved closer, training the hose on the wall beside him to emphasise what it was capable of. "And don't you dare move." 

Charlie didn't, until she pressed right up behind him, and took hold of his cock. 

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed. 

"What's up with you? Never had someone else's hand on your cock?"

"Well I'd prefer they were old enough to do it legally," he countered.

"Oh, I'm more than old enough," she said. Unless you've got something against nineteen year olds."

"So you should be old enough to know what you are doing."

"And what I want. Which seems to be the same thing as this little fellow." 

Charlie's cock had begun to stir. Now under the shower with him, she held it loosely as it began to rise, quicker and bigger than she expected. 

"Mmm. That was a nice surprise," she muttered, letting it go. She dropped the hose to the floor, and began to run her hands all over Charlie's back, occasionally letting them wander to his taut stomach before returning. "You're not in bad shape for an old fart," she teased. "Of course, you'll still have to avoid doing anything too strenuous- being in heart attack territory and all."

"I guess we'd better stop then," Charlie added. "You wouldn't want to have to explain a corpse in the shower, would you?"

With that Charlie turned to face her, his hard-on now pressed against her stomach. The wet look definitely suited her.

"Do you always shower with your clothes on?" Charlie enquired.

"Are you trying to get me naked?"

"You're as good as naked already." 

"Oh yeah, so what about these?" She spun around sexily, wriggling her cute arse. Charlie grabbed her cheeks, and pulled her to him. She squirmed as he slid his hands down her legs a little, then up again, slipping underneath the fabric and pulling her cheeks apart. His fingers met her warm slit from behind, and worked on it, feeling the lips awaken and open to his touch. She began to grind her hips in little circles, moving her pussy against his fingers until they lathered her juices and slipped inside the warm canal. 

Just as Charlie was figuring what should happen next, she pulled away. So she is a teaser after all, Charlie decided, immediately before being proven wrong as she bent over, and bared her hot arse in front of him. With her hands braced against the wooden bench, she spread her legs apart, inviting him to take her from behind. Charlie took hold of his stiff cock, and began to rub it through her gash, noticing how she adjusted her stance slightly as she prepared to take it. Then it happened. As he was dragging it back, she trapped it with an expert bob of her hips, and began to consume it with little flicks that sucked the head inside and out, inside and out; quicker than anything he'd ever experienced before. Her cunt felt like it was dropping hot wax on his cock, and he acknowledged it by reaching around through her short prickly bush, and working a finger in beside his cock head. Immediately she withdrew his hand, and drew it to her mouth, sucking the fingers inside at precisely the moment she jammed back, and took every inch of his cock into her sweet hole.

Now she hooked her legs behind his, and held them there, keeping him fully inside as she rotated her hips in large circles, dragging his cock with her as if to snap it off. A strange merging of pain and pleasure overtook him when his cock was almost pointing to the floor, and he began to flood her with cum. In this unnatural position, the sensation accompanying each tormented spurt was almost too much to bear, and he gasped loudly as she kept him trapped like that.

"It's OK baby, good baby," she said soothingly, without seeking her own finish.

"Oh my god!" Charlie managed, as his cock came to rest. "Where the fuck did you learn that?"

"It's my special. Gets them every time," she replied. 

Charlie could only nod in agreement. For the first time in his life, that he could remember anyway, he had fucked someone without even knowing her name. It was something he wanted to remedy quickly.

"I know my timing sucks, but I'm Charlie. And I am pleased to meet you."

"I know. Twice."

Charlie had to think about it for a moment before working out what she meant. His pleasure was obvious, but how did she know his name?

'Well, you've got me at a disadvantage-"

"Sara."

"You've got me, Sara. How did you know my name?"

"Oh you'll find out soon enough."

"So what's the rest of your night look like."

"I guess I'll go out clubbing after I finish up here. And you."

"I'm grabbing a meal while I'm in town, and then heading out to my holiday house." 

"Now you're making me hungry."

Charlie wondered if he should ask her to join him. Intuition told him it should end now. But perhaps a meal, then go their separate ways.

"You are welcome to join me for a meal. It's the least I can do."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I fucked her, so I owe her. Well hello. I picked you, remember?" 

Charlie knew he had stuffed up. He set about apologising, but was ignored as she slipped out of the shirt and took a shower. He offered her his towel, which she snapped from him, before drying herself, and dropping it onto the wet floor. Luckily he had another, and bathed and dressed to go out.

He gathered his things, and headed for the entrance. She was no where in sight- hardly surprising.

As he got into his car, he noticed the note under the windshield wiper. 

'Pick me up at this address in thirty minutes,' it read. 

True to her word, she was ready when he arrived. He handed her the small bunch of flowers he had picked from the neighbours' gardens. She thanked him courteously, and put them in a vase. It gave Charlie the chance to check her out. She was dressed in designer jeans and an oversized long sleeved shirt, which surprised him for someone her age about to hit the night scene. Still, it was more than adequate for where he had booked the dinner table.

The meal proved to be quite enjoyable. They engaged in conversation about whether she would return to university for the new year. Charlie rushed a little, expecting her to be anxious to join her younger set at the night club. As they were leaving, Charlie thanked her for the company, and asked where he could drop her off.

"Come with me, Charlie," she replied. "I'll look after you."

Charlie best reasons why he shouldn't, weren't good enough. 

"You're up to something," he challenged, as they entered the arena of noise and light.

"Who, me?" Sara replied, feigning her disdain at the notion.

His eyes had barely adjusted to the light when his suspicions were fueled even more.

By the bar, a tall beauty in a slinky black dress was being ogled by a largish group of men. Little wonder, Charlie thought. The back was cut so low the top of her arse showed. Sara noticed the scene had Charlie's attention. 

"That dress really suits Bree, don't you think?" she said. 

The next hour was confusing as Charlie tried to figure what was going on. Sara seldom left his side, except for the occasional dance with some of her girlfriends. Bree was dancing herself to a standstill with most of the guys in her group. Finally the music slowed, and she was in the arms of one of the guys, his hands almost immediately inside the dress and gripping her arse. As they watched, Sara put her hand on Charlie's arm, and he felt strangely uneasy, until a young guy whisked her away to the emptying dance floor.

Charlie took the opportunity of her absence to move to the games room, where he placed some bets on the night trots and settled in to watch them on the big screen. This was more his scene, and he began to relax. Between races, he ducked away to find the toilets, at the end of a poorly lit corridor where several amorous couples were taking advantage of the darkness. From there, he could see the dance floor. The music had resumed a frenetic Latin rhythm, and the floor was again close to overflowing. He searched for and found Sara, totally into a dance routine with several of her gal pals. Good for her, he thought. The black dress was also there, doing its best to match the sexual moves of the towering black man that held it from behind. The giant black hands slid upwards, taming her bouncing tits with a daring force that almost squashed them flat. Charlie watched as she threw her head back in approval, before she took his hands and returned them to her waist.

When the song was over, they broke apart, and headed directly towards where Charlie was standing.

Startled, Charlie slipped back into the darkness, relieved to see Bree stop short of where he was, and enter the ladies room. He remembered why he was there, and slipped into the men's room.

On leaving, he stopped at the doorway, glad to have done so when he saw Bree's dance partner take her by the arm and lead her into the corridor. He pushed her face against the wall, his hands immediately inside her dress. One groped roughly at her breasts as the other searched out her pussy. 

Bree wasn't ready for the onslaught, and dropped her purse. As she bent to pick it up, he shamelessly lifted her dress, exposing her bare arse. 

"Hey," she said, tugging her dress down again. "Easy." Now facing him, she responded more favourably when he brushed her hair aside, and lightly kissed her throat. Her hand pressed against his face, and pushed his mouth to hers, kick-starting a lengthy french kiss that left them breathless. Charlie watched on as her assailant wedged his leg between hers, forcing them wider apart. Bree lifted one of her legs, and hooked it around his huge frame, her black dress riding high as she bent back under his passionate assault. Again he sought out her pussy, and was welcomed this time, her hand joining his when it made delicious contact with her newly shaved slit. In the dark, Charlie could tell the man was now unzipping his fly. He watched as the man took Bree's hand and placed it inside his jeans, freeing a little of a cock she couldn't get her hand around. 

Charlie heard him tell her he wanted to fuck her. "Not here!" she said. 

"Do you know somewhere?"

"Adam will be waiting- we should get back!"

"But you're busting my balls. At least jerk me off." He leaned over her to place his hands against the wall. Charlie saw their lips lock again, and her two-handed motion on his cock, now almost hidden from view. A couple wandered by, chatting amicably, and Bree's hands stopped for a moment as they passed. When the corridor was empty, Charlie looked back, at first thinking she was missing; except now she was on her knees in front of her partner, her face hard against his thrusting hips. Then he stopped, and she moved her head back, and wiped her mouth. Almost immediately, she rose to her feet, rearranged her clothes, and started for the ladies room. Charlie returned inside the men's room while she passed. He heard the door swing open, and quickly went to the hand basin, washing his face. In the mirror, he could see the black man, and another guy, the one Bree was first dancing with, standing at the urinal. 

"So did you fuck her?"

"Nuh, she backed out. But I blew in her mouth."

"Fucking unreal. I knew she was hot for it when she got home this afternoon." 

"That sure is some woman you've got, Adam."

Back in the games room, Charlie placed a series of bets, trying to put what he had witnessed out of his mind.

"There you are!"

Sara ignored her girlfriends for a moment to hug Charlie. Her pleasure at finding him seemed genuine. "So you've been checking out the board room."

"Sorry." Charlie replied. "Am I missing something?"

"The board room. Through there," Sara explained, pointing to a doorway near the entrance to the corridor that Charlie hadn't noticed before. Hasn't Bree been looking after you properly." 

"I haven't spoken to her tonight."

"Not just tonight. I thought everyone knew about it."

"What happens there?"

"Anything you want, if you can get in," replied one of the other girls. "Come on Sara. I have to pee."

With that, the other girls headed to the ladies room, dragging Sara with them.

"Find me before you go," Sara called out to him. 

Though watching the racing, Charlie found his mind was elsewhere. He decided it was time to leave, and would have done so, except one of his bets won, and he continued until the last of races was run. 

He returned to the night club, which had slowed right down to a few scattered groups, chatting and drinking around the tables. Bree's group seemed to have remained the same- the black man, the man he now knew was Adam, and two other guys. 

Sara was nowhere to be seen.

"Charlie!"

Bree left her group when she saw him near the entrance.

"Hi Bree. How did the weekend go?" 

"We left early today because of the storm. But I think Andy and the guys had a good time. You haven't heard from them?"

"Not yet. I'll talk to Andy tomorrow."

"What are you doing here, anyway?"

I don't think you'll believe me, but I'm with Sara. I think you know each other."' 

"We ought to - she's Adam's sister. It's you two who are the mystery."

"Well, I haven't got a credible explanation," Charlie conceded. "We met at the pool tonight, and here we are. Though it's feeling awfully like a set-up."

"Count me out. I'm no part of it," Bree explained, "though you've got yourself a handful with her."

"Physically speaking?"

"That too."

"Well I can't find her now. She did say to find her before I left."

Bree took his hand. "Come with me. I've got a fair idea what's going on."

A knot formed in Charlie's stomach as she led him to the board room.

They entered through the door that led to another hallway, lit only by an exit light at its end. 

Opening the door, Charlie was surprised to find himself in a courtyard surrounded by a high fence. 

A gate in the fence was being manned by a huge bouncer, who recognised Bree almost immediately, and stood aside to let her pass.

"Did Sara go in?" she asked him. "You know better than to ask," came the reply. 

Bree turned to Charlie. "Are you sure you want to see this? Last chance to change your mind."

"Too late to turn back now," Charlie replied.

The first thing that struck Charlie about the board room was the round stage at its centre. The room seemed to be empty, until there was loud cheering from the far side. Then three young women emerged and climbed onto the stage. Sara!

From nowhere the music changed, and they began a seductive strip, paying as much attention to each other as the small crowd that gathered beside the stage to urge them on.

"Come on, Charlie, let's get a good look," Bree said, dragging him to the front before he could answer. 

She stood behind him, her arms wrapped around his waist, and rested her chin on his shoulder. In front of them, two of the girls were down to their knickers, and had turned their attention to Sara, who was taking too much time with the buttons of her shirt. They each took hold of a sleeve, teasing the gathering crowd that they were about to tear the shirt from her, until they got the desired encouragement. Sara brushed them aside, and slowly undid the buttons, until her bare breasts bounced into view, to a loud cheer from the crowd.

"You'd think they'd never seen tits before," said Bree. 

"Well not like them anyway," Charlie added.

"I've got to admit they're pretty spectacular."

"They'd pull the joint down if you were both up there."

"And what would you think of me then?"

"I'd be thinking- she must know what she is doing."

"I'm not so sure."

"Why do you say that, Bree?"

"Remember our last buddy session, when you told me to reward myself with a dress? Well- this is it."

"And..."

"I don't know how to say this, but.... I am so horny in it I have been doing the things I only ever used to fantasise about."

"Good for you."

"Do you mean that?"

"Well how much guilt are you carrying around."

That's part of the problem. None."

"And what does Adam think-"

"I don't know. I only got it today, and he only got home today."

"So what are you thinking about now."

"The truth?"

"If you want to. Otherwise don't answer."

"Sara."

"Really?"

"I was wondering what it would be like to do her- in front of him."

"For him?"

"OK- for his mates too. For Sara. And for me. Except I don't know how he'll react."

"How who'll react?"

They both turned at the sound of Adam's voice. Beside him, his mates had their eyes fixed on the stage. 

"How you'll react if Bree gets up there too," Charlie interjected.

"It won't be a first time. After all - my sisters already up there!"

Bree turned to speak directly to Adam, her voice a little lower.

"I can't wait to get you home. To do anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"You are driving these guys mad in that dress. I won't be able to control them if they see you strip."

"Is that what you're hoping?"

"It is one of your- our- fantasies."

"But there is another too. You said you wanted to see me with a woman."

"But-"

"It's what I want too. I want to do Sara."

"What about one of those other girls?"

"Sara."

"She won't be in it if I'm around."

"That's my problem. So what's it to be?"

"I'm not sure."

"Tell you what. I'll go with whoever shows the most interest on stage. I can't be fairer than that." 

Adam hesitated a while. "OK. You've got a deal. As long as Sara doesn't think it's my idea."

"For Christ's sake, Adam. She's stripping in public, in front of you. You start thinking about what's going to happen later. If you're not too tired from your trip."




Cooking Up a Storm Ch. 4



"That's why I've got plenty of back-up."

"Oh-I think I'll manage. You guys had better be good for more than one load."

Adam gave her a surprisingly warm hug. "You really are my favourite little cum junkie."

"Just don't waste it here when you see me and Sara at each other," Bree said, as she left for the stage.

Her movement brought even louder cheering from the crowd that had grown considerably. Sara saw her approaching, and went to the edge of the stage, her breasts hanging heavily when she bent to offer Bree her hand.

The other girls paired off, and began to fondle each other, urged on by a segment of the crowd keen to see how far they would go. They began a deep kiss, their hands all over each other before taking the next step, and reaching into each others panties. Just as it seemed they would go further, they stopped, and bowed, before dashing off.

As if it had to be this way, the stage belonged to Sara and Bree. 

The contrast was immediate and intoxicating- the short fair Sara, with brief cream panties and round tits exposed, and the tall dark-haired Bree, still in the long backless black dress. To the smooth rhythm of the music, they danced apart, as if stalking one another. No moves to undress came, and no one complained, engrossed as they seemed to gradually concede to each and came closer. Finally they met and joined, the contrast complete as their lips touched for a moment, before Sara stepped clear, only to be reeled in sharply as Bree's hand caught hers and spun her round, both facing the silent audience. Bree's hands followed Sara's outline, as if she was sketching her, from head to toe and back up, discovering, exhibiting Sara's proud nipples, before dropping again, skillfully and unexpectedly taking the panties with them. A loud sigh broke from the crowd as the neatly trimmed pussy was exposed; a sigh that became a cheer of approval as she stepped out of the panties. Bree's hands began their upward return- knees, thighs, hips- before lingering on Sara's taut stomach as if undecided whether to explore the new territory. Sara made the decision for her, drawing one of Bree's hands to her moistening slit as she leaned back, offering her open mouth for Bree to kiss hungrily.

Too soon Sara's hand abandoned the one skirting her pussy; too soon except she had shifted it to now brush Bree's pretty face and neck and shoulder, where the unwelcome thin strap of the dress was. Sara slid a finger under the strap, and dropped it off Bree's shoulder; then the other side, before moving away, all attention on the dress as it began to slip down, the deep cleavage coming into view before Bree caught hold of her dress, one hand on each of her breasts, and, to the disapproval of the crowd, halted the exposure. Bree laughed and boldly placed her hands on her hips, the dress defiantly staying in place until Sara moved behind her, and slipped the dress over the obstructing breasts.

Reveling in the moment, Bree took one of her heaving breasts and lifted it to meet her mouth, demonstrably licking the hard nipple to her own and the onlookers' pleasure. Sara joined in, desperate for Bree's nakedness to match her own, and pulled the dress lower, barely containing her own surprise as the bald snatch came into view. 

"I want some of that," she whispered to Bree. "I was hoping you would," came the immediate reply. 

For Charlie, and Adam, the new look was devastatingly erotic. Except, as Charlie figured, everyone in their group, but him, was going to enjoy it. 

As the impromptu strip came to a sudden close, Charlie decided there was little need for him to hang around any longer.

"I'd best be leaving," he said, when the girls had rejoined the group. "You guys have a good time."

"Not without you we're not," said Sara. 

Later, with a light heart, and a little trepidation, he allowed all of them to pile into his four wheel drive for the trip home.

"Your place or mine?" he asked.

"Let's go to the holiday house," Bree suggested.

"The scene of the weekend crime, Bree?" Adam queried.

"You wouldn't believe the half of it," she replied.

To be concluded in Chapter 5...



Cooking Up a Storm Ch. 5



If there was a scale for sexual tension, what filled Charlie's car on the way home from the nightclub would surely have been right off the high end.

So intense to be stifling, it dried up all conversation, to the extent a casual observer would have every right to assume no one much liked each other. Which of course, could hardly have been further from the truth.

In front, Charlie was driving, with Sara, the cute short blonde he had met and fucked at the swimming pool earlier in the night, beside him.

Bree sat in the middle of the back seat, her long legs pulled up to her chest to allow her feet to rest on the seat. She was flanked by her boyfriend Adam, and Ben, the giant black guy who was already ahead of the rest, given the blowjob he already had from Bree back at the club. On the small seats in the far back, clearly right for the job of looking after the cooler of drinks, were the tall freckled man- Bluey; and George. With his shaven head and fondness for tattoos, George looked every bit a thug. Charlie knew little about him, except he was Adam's friend, and like Bluey and Ben, had just returned from a fishing trip to the gulf. And, like all the others, including Sara, was part of Bree's plans for the rest of the night..

When they reached Charlie's holiday house, Bree took over, showing everyone around the place where earlier that weekend her sexual awakening had truly begun at the hands of Debbie. Sure she had ended up fucking the three guys too, but as far as Bree was concerned, her submission to Debbie was the turning point. For the first time she had dared to experience one of her fantasies, and had come away wanting more. Now she had entered the carefree world of sex with the strangers of her choice. She knew that without question. Earlier in the night she had been aching for Ben to do her with his big black dick. In the corridor, she had exceeded his expectations when, dissatisfied with the prospect of merely jerking him off, she had let him cum in her mouth.

Bree pondered the contrast with the Bree that had arrived just two days ago to cater for Charlie's guests. Here she was, naked under the sleek black dress, her pussy now shaved bald, and like her arse, with that just-used feeling. She was sure she could still taste the salty cum Ben had unloaded in her mouth. Her body tingled at she recalled the moment when her hands on the thick shaft sensed his release, and she rested the cock head on her extended tongue to catch the seed that seemed to flow rather than shoot, as if exhausted by the distance traveled through that wondrous pole. Without the first anxious, gagging moments when more than the occasional cock had blasted the back of her throat, she had been able to truly relax and indulge in the volume of his warm ejaculate that filled her mouth. She recalled holding it there, savouring its taste and presence before swallowing. But most of all, she recalled how the head of his big dick wasn't that much thicker than the shaft- definitely a prospect for her new deep throating skills. She was out to get another shot at Ben, at Sara, and at anyone else who wanted to indulge her. The pieces that didn't quite fit were called Adam and Charlie- the two men closest to her. For the rest of tonight at least, they would have to sort things out for themselves. 

As she entered the spa room, Bree was surprised by the absence of light. The others had been there when she left to take a quick shower and freshen up. A little mystified, Bree fumbled against the wall for a light switch, lucky to have her hand outstretched when something hard drove her against the wall. In an instant, she was blindfolded, and spun around, the rough hands shoving her into the centre of the room where she crashed into a table and chairs.

"Hey, you guys!" she protested, just as her arms were grabbed and pulled behind her, then twisted and pulled up until she leaned far forward, almost falling except the powerful hands on her wrists prevented that. She felt a sharp pain as her ankle was kicked sharply, then the other, signaling her to spread her legs wider; now appreciating the vulnerability, and dare she think it, the thrill of her position. Next there were hands tearing at the back of her dress, and the feel of the cool night air on her exposed sex as the dress was split in half. Immediately her pussy was entered by a cock unknown, causing her to gasp as it bullocked its way right up her with ease. Perched on the edge of consent, the glorious sensation almost set her off, grateful that the next thrust was a little less violent. So too the ones that followed, expertly driving in and up her cream-lined cunt, sweeping away the ache in her arms and legs as she stood braced like a mare being served by the stallion. Unable to move, and totally dependent on his grip, Bree found she was waiting to recognise the flood of his cum inside her. Except he didn't, pulling his cock from her hole with a wet 'pop' before pushing coarsely away from her. She tried to straighten, but was immediately bent back over as her replacement fuck slid into her, his hands preferring her hanging breasts as he delivered his own style of short teasing stabs that barely let her warm bald lips enclose his rounded head before he would pull clear. This bastard knows what he is doing, Bree thought, her desire to feel all of him growing each time her pussy reluctantly felt him fall out. With her hands now free, Bree reached about for something to balance against, to ease the strain on her body. As she did he drove in deeply, and joined like that, steered her forward until she felt the back of a lounge chair. Here she crossed her arms across its top, and rested her head on them, now able to fully savour the sensation in her loins as her orgasm was unexpectedly released. By the time it had subsided he was gone, the only moisture between her legs still her own ample juices that were now being spread upwards between her cheeks by a large impatient hand. 

Bree's excitement returned as he explored her butt hole, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock when he found it already agape. He did his best to press it in, but its girth stalled against at her entrance, the sharp pain causing Bree to squeal, and pull forward, the heavy cock falling free. In an instant, it was back at the door, and Bree moved her butt to align it better, at the same time reaching behind to guide it with her hand. Its thick shaft daunted her, so too the length she discovered with long strokes of her hand. She rolled her hand over the head, now recognising it from earlier in the night. This was one big black cock she had to have- every which way. 

She spread her legs wider, her fingers rubbing her pussy as the cock began its invasion, stretching her slick arse walls like nothing before, until about a third of it was in, and she set about riding that amount, happy that he didn't push further until her own feelings said it was time, and she asked him to take over, to bury it in her. Impossibly, he did, until his stomach wedged against her butt, and he could go no further. Bree felt his balls slap against her slit, and took them, smearing them in the cream between her hanging lips. 

In the dark world, Bree concentrated on each long incursion the hard member made into her passage, sensing each time it should end and start to retreat, and got it wrong each time as it ploughed on. Minute after minute the probing continued, the filling sensation departing as her arse channel became numb, or comparatively so as the crescendo in front built and broke under her own touch.

Almost breathless, she began the familiar journey towards the calm that came after sex- except this time it didn't arrive, and she was left craving for more of the cock that slipped from her arse. Desperately she reached for it, battling with its slipperiness as she jammed it into her cunt. Extra hands arrived from nowhere, pulling her arse cheeks obscenely apart to allow a crude exploration of her recently vacated canal. Bree felt her arse yield to three - or was it four - fingers, before the bony knuckles were arrested. Damn! She wanted him to succeed, and tried her best to help, urging him to fist fuck her arse. Her tirade was cut short by a hand that took her by the hair, and turned her face to be slapped by a semi-erect cock. And again. And once more, each blow stinging a little more as the cock hardened. Now it moved to her mouth, and she took it in, finding it free of the tastes borne by those that had already been in her. It pushed impatiently, and she gagged, almost throwing up. Its owner laughed, and pressed on, panicking Bree a little, until she got a hand to it and took over with long easy strokes that were trailed by her warm mouth. Almost immediately its head began to seep, and Bree decided he had forfeited his chance to be deep-throated. Instead she quickened her tempo, the bursts of semen immediate and powerful. She swallowed the first globs easily, holding the rest until the cock settled, before feeding it back onto the retreating shaft. As soon as it left her mouth she drew in back in, devouring the remaining discharge.

"Fuckin' awesome," said the voice in the dark. 

"That's nothing to what you missed out on," came the defiant reply.

Now her attention returned to the twin assault on her pussy and arse. The giant cock was still there, working in and out of her soaked hole. The hands began to lift her on and off the pole, generating little whimpers from her with each reentry until the huge frame leaned over her, almost crushing her against the chair. A mouth sought hers, and she sucked on the oversized tongue as her pussy was pounded more furiously than ever before. The slapping noise of their contact became louder and louder, and brought cheers of encouragement as others in the room wondered how long she could withstand the assault. 

Dumb shits, thought Bree, certain this would bring her no closer to another orgasm. Not before he blew his load, anyway. For what seemed an eternity, the pounding continued, and Bree surety lessened as her body began to betray her, and the passions rose and rose and rose until she could stand it no more, and wailed the arrival of her massive orgasm. Through the mist she felt his warm flood inside her, and squeezed tight, milking his tool for all its worth. 

"Fifteen all," he muttered into her ear.

Someone in the room turned on the lights.

Bree tore off the blindfold and looked about, ignoring the sharp pain as her eyes became adjusted. Ben was still behind her. Got that right, she thought. Both Bluey and George were there too, and Bree found herself staring at their semi-hard dicks, trying to figure who had done what with her. It proved too difficult. Over by the light switch stood Adam, still dressed and bearing an uncertain frown.

"So this is what's been going on while I was away," he commented.

Bree felt some concern about how he would react. She needn't have worried.

"Better late than never, I guess," he added, stripping away his clothes as he approached her. 

Bree stood naked and tall to meet him. Her hands reached for his belt, quickly unhitching it and pulling his jeans to the floor. He stepped out of them, and Bree knelt in front of him. She took hold of the back of his legs, and pulled him into her open mouth. This was one of the moments she had been awaiting-doing Sara the other- and showed her enthusiasm with deft flicks of her tongue as the cock grew and grew, until it earned a place in her throat, and was so rewarded. Bree felt a hand slip between her legs, and rose a little, allowing Bluey to slide under her, his erect cock beckoning her to squat back down. She did so with ease, until her bare skin rested in his tangled red body hair. Again she swallowed Adam's cock, and began to grind the cock in her, slowly at first, until they found a rhythm which had him spearing deep into her pussy while she concentrated on the cock that threatened to erupt in her mouth. Bree looked up into Adam's eyes and read he wanted to come, just in time for the first spurt to arrive, bypassing everything as it was fired into her throat. Bree held him there, taking Adam's jism as never before. No sooner had he finished he pulled away, to be replaced by Ben's black monster, ready to go again despite having filled her slutty cunt earlier. Bree opened her mouth to him, and he eased it in, pressing past the contact with her throat as he felt her swallowing motion. She allowed it in full length, then out again, and in once more. Relentlessly she worked it over, until there was nothing left to prove, and she released it, before climbing off Bluey and laying prone on the floor. 

"Cum on me!" she ordered, her hands drawing her breasts towards her face as if to mark the target.

Looking up, she saw Ben and Bluey position either side of her face, their hands beating their cocks. She smiled lustily as each of them, and at George who approached between her legs.

"Now. I want your cum on me now."

"Not before I do that arse," said George.

Bree agreed, lifting her gorgeous long longs high and wide for him.

The cock entered her arse easily, almost setting off another orgasm as it filled her. Bree lifted her head to show her appreciation, but found it pushed back down immediately as the cock to her right exploded its warm semen onto her face. Bree closed her eyes, blindly feeling for each blast with her tongue as other cock joined in, and she felt she would drown. Some landed in her mouth, and she blew it back out, desperate to maximise the spectacle of the facial she hoped would never end.

But it did, and all that was left was the sticky warm feeling, and the cock being pulled from her arse before he climbed over her, and fed it into her mouth. Bree accepted it, expecting the taste of cum to follow, and found instead he began to fuck her mouth. Taken back, Bree took a moment to respond, before joining in, welcoming the cock deeper and deeper until he was getting what he had missed out on earlier. One of his hands found her pussy, and roughly fingered her, almost lifting her with the fury of its assault. It turned her on, almost to her own disgust, and she ground against it, now whimpering as he pulled his cock from her mouth, and pressed further forward, his bare arse now smothering her face. Without hesitation, she licked at his balls, her hand pumping his cock in unison with the tongue she was now rimming his arse hole with. It was the final straw, and he drew back his cock, bursting its semen onto her face from point blank range. 

"Holy shit!" said someone looking on. 

In time, Bree rose. A stifling silence had taken over the room. The men were still there, but that didn't stop Bree suddenly feeling very much alone. She sought, and couldn't find, Sara and Charlie.

With heavy steps, she strolled to the bathroom. A too-cold shower gave her the energy to press on to the detached bedroom. 

Entering it, she became aware of the two sleeping forms. For too long, she looked on in the darkness; still naked, and with nothing to wear. Finally, she turned to leave for nowhere in particular.

The sound of the sheet being drawn back caught her attention. With a glad heart, she recognised the offer of a place to sleep. Bree slid into the bed, and found herself beside Sara. 

She went to speak, and found Sara's finger closed her lips.

"Sssh. Don't wake Charlie," whispered Sara.

"I wanted to say thanks to you guys," came the muted reply.

Sara rolled on top of her, their naked breasts pressing hard together. She kissed Bree deeply, with a fire that stole her breath.

"Plenty of time for that later."

"What do you mean?"

"Charlie wants us to take over running this place."

Despite her tiredness, Bree found herself waking early. Somehow she was now between Sara and Charlie. The night had turned cold, and she snuggled closer to Charlie, her hand brushing his hard penis. Bloody men, she thought. Even when they're asleep, they want it. She worked a leg over him, and guided his hardness to her opening. Poised like that, her new future asleep beside her, she pondered the question.

Will I, or won't I?