The Morning After (5 page)

"Take it baby! Take that cum up your ass!" he groaned and she felt his cock throbbing inside of her.

Ted pulled on his trousers and shoes and he brushed past old Harry on his way out. Harry closed the door and quickly stripped down to his t-shirt and socks. He got onto the bed and levered his big, thick cock down then forced it up into Sarah's pussy. He'd been waiting by the door for a while and working it so he was hard up against her cervix and throbbing within a few minutes.

Sarah knew who he was. She'd recognized his silhouette when the door was open. She laid there beneath the old man, with her legs hooked up over his arms, and with his sperm flooding her belly. He lifted himself and pulled his cock half way out then sunk it into her again and she hoped he would keep going and pump more cum into her.

"You can fuck me again if you want," she heard herself say but he only chuckled.

"I wish I could, sweetheart," he said. "But I want you to suck all this cum off my cock," he added and he withdrew and knelt up over her.

Sarah started licking and sucking him. She couldn't see what she was doing but she could taste the semen and she liked the feel of his cock against her lips.

He had one hand on her head and the other was feeling her tits. She cleaned him and then softly sucked on the head until he released her and moved away.

Sarah laid back down and listened to him getting dressed. He left and another man entered the room. He seemed quite short in stature.

Leon stripped naked and got onto the bed. He felt Sarah lying on her back with one leg bent up and he felt over her body for her tits. He massaged them a little, bending and suckling one then the other, then he edged up beside her on his knees and lifted the back of her head, and he fed his cock into her mouth.

He played with her nipples while she sucked on it. She had rolled onto her side and then gotten up onto her hands and knees and he reached beneath to tweak both nipples while her warm lips slid up and down his shaft. He'd thought about a bit of a blowjob and then to fuck her but what she was doing felt so good he decided to stay with it.

The work she was doing on the head of his cock was bringing his load along and building it nicely and he abandoned her tits and concentrated on the feel of her hand and mouth. She had her soft fingers gripping his shaft and every time the swollen head of his cock slipped through them and into her mouth a little bolt of pure ecstasy surged through his loins.

Sarah could feel the little twitches every time she stroked and she knew he was getting close. She kept stroking him into her mouth steadily until the movement of his hips began to force the pace and she then held still and let him fuck her hand and mouth until he gripped her head and thrust forward and held.

She then waited. She waited for that first pulse and then the next little surge. And then she held the base of his cock tight and softly sucked on the head while hot semen spurted up into the roof of her mouth and flooded under her tongue. And he tried to thrust again but she moved with him and maintained that soft hold with her lips while the thick fluid continued to gush from his cock and leak down her throat.

She recognized the long, bony fingers of the next man as he held her hands above her head and fucked her. Leland had been in the bar drinking with the staff and had tagged along to have a turn on her.

Sarah spread herself wide open again as he surged up into her and pumped yet another load of cum into her belly. She had felt a few orgasms ebb away but that time it gripped her and her pussy clamped around his cock as her contractions drew the fluid in.

She collapsed beneath him and when he left her there she curled up in the bed sheet and went to sleep. And when she awoke the next morning her fiancé was cuddled up behind her with his arousal quite prominent against her back, and she ground back against him and reached down to guide him into her sticky little pussy……...

THE MORNING AFTER

"Well which ones are your favourite then?" Tanya asked, pushing her boyfriend away playfully.

"I don't know. Maybe the non-consent ones."

A few days earlier she'd found where he had been on the net and had spent most of the time since reading stories.

"I read some of those too," she confessed.

"And?"

"And what?"

"And did you like them?"

"Some of them were okay I guess."

"Any with more than one man?" Warren teased, and she blushed.

"Well, it's only fantasy! It's not like anything would really happen like that – with us together."

"Of course not! I mean there's no way. But what about the ones where the girl would just flash a little bit? You know - just letting other guys get a bit of a look?"

"Hmm. And you'd die if I did something like that," Tanya giggled, getting up and going for more wine.

They were staying in a hotel suite overlooking the moonlit ocean. They were both a little relaxed from the bottle of wine with dinner and a few cocktails at the bar.

"I wouldn't die!" Warren complained. "I'm not sure, but I think I'd like it."

Tanya didn't respond. She studied her boyfriend curiously for a moment.

"Plus I’ve actually always found it exciting that you’ve been with other men before,” he went on carefully.”

Tanya just blushed at that.

“And there have been times you know! Like when Rick was staying over for New Year, and when you'd come out after your bath with one of your little nighties on."

"But I never wore anything revealing," Tanya defended, though not vigorously.

"Sure but enough that he caught the occasional flash - either down your front or from between your legs.

“You noticed didn't you?"

"Well Rick's like a brother. It's not like he's a total stranger or anything!"

"True. But still, I didn't mind him checking you out," Warren said, holding Tanya’s steady gaze and lightly touching her knee.

She blushed and her eyes averted as she began toying with her glass. He didn't know exactly where the conversation was heading. They both were of course aware, but had never spoken about that one weekend when their friend Rick had stayed over. And not that it was anything significant. It had only been a matter of Tanya's dress code being comfortable and carefree. Only there was definitely the knowledge that Tanya had allowed Rick some liberty and that Warren knew about it. And it was a relief yet a little awkward getting it out there.

"So, have you decided about tomorrow yet?" Tanya asked.

"Thought I might catch a few waves in the morning, but I'll come with you after that if you like."

"I don't mind going alone. And that way I can take my time instead of having you nag me to hurry up all day."

"I don't nag!" Warren complained, meeting her smile.

"When we shop, you nag!" she retorted simply.

Next morning the surf was flat but Warren enjoyed a few hours doing his best. He'd left Tanya sleeping and when he returned to the hotel room it was empty so he found a game on TV and started on the beers he'd lined up for the afternoon. He didn't expect his lovely lady any time soon.

By mid-afternoon he'd had enough of the room and strolled down to the bar they had been to the previous night. There he met up with a guy stopping over between flights and they found a pool table.

Evan was the guy's name. He told Warren all about his nine children, all under eighteen, as they shot a few games.

Tanya checked in finally. It was getting on dinner time and they arranged to meet in the main restaurant with Evan agreeing to join them for a meal. Evan and Warren were seated and on their second beer.

"My lovely girlfriend, Tanya. Meet Evan, father of nine!" Warren started as Tanya approached.

She had on a new outfit, a sweet little pink fitted dress to mid-thigh - modest yet very sexy - one of those ones with no shoulders that seem to defy gravity. She met Evan with a warm smile and shook his hand as Warren pulled out her chair.

"Nine children!" Tanya got around to declaring after a few minutes of greetings chat.

"Yes and that's it. I'm in for the snip in a few weeks."

"So how long have you been married? You don't look old enough," Tanya went on.

"Fifteen years, but we had two before that. The first when we were both sixteen."

They chatted while they ate and the conversation moved on to work and vacations then back to family. Being only passing acquaintances made openness easy and the subject of fidelity came up.

"Well, not entirely," Evan was explaining. "It's a bit of a stretch when getting together so young and my wife and I have both strayed a few times. Then again, she's a beautiful woman and I've been away a lot so I've only myself to blame for her part."

"You don't seem too upset," Tanya probed.

"Nor is she. As I said, we were always going to be curious. And at the end of the day we're still together and going strong."

And so the conversation went on through various topics surrounding marriage and fidelity and Warren and Tanya even confessed to a shared interest in erotic stories on the net.

Evan was interested. He wasn't really into the internet but he wrote down the web address and laughed about the possibility of getting some private computer time at home.

After dessert he excused himself to use the bathroom and the young couple made their way into the lounge where there were these incredibly comfortable leather sofas. They were deep and soft and as Tanya sunk into one Warren stood holding her drink and staring at the little triangle of white he could see between her legs.

She glanced up at him while fiddling with the top of her dress, which was gaping loose across her breasts. "Little white ones," he smiled, tilting his head to one side, and she blushed a little.

"So - do you want me to leave my legs uncrossed?" she asked nervously.

"Would you? I definitely want you to!"

"Will he be able to see if he sits over there?"

"Yeah. With your legs straight like that."

Warren watched while she settled fixing her dress. She smoothed it beneath herself and tugged it down but still her panties were easily viewed with the seat of the sofa being so low.

Two men walked towards them. They were passing behind the sofa opposite to where she was sitting and Warren placed their glasses on the small table in front of her and turned to watch them. He didn't make eye contact but he saw that they both looked as they passed by.

"Your first customers," he whispered into Tanya’s ear as he sat down beside her.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered back to him, her warm little hand slipping within his.

"I bet Evan won't be shy about looking," Warren teased playfully. "And I bet those two guys will be back too."

"Can you really see that much?"

"Yeah - and if you'd lean forward we'd see a bit too," Warren tried but Tanya pushed his head away when he tried to lean in for a look down her front.

Another man had started in their direction and beyond him there was Evan at the bar buying more drinks. This man would have been about sixty. He was walking unsteadily and had obviously had a few. He swaggered along and Warren nodded as he met his eyes.

The man’s eyes then lowered to Tanya’s legs and her fingers clutched at Warren’s but she didn't look up.

The guy stopped and fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette. He swayed unsteadily but his eyes were focused and set. He lit his smoke and kind of lurched around a bit then he almost collapsed into one of the sofas across the walkway.

He was virtually out of site then and Tanya was about to say something but Evan approached with their drinks - his eyes flashing down at her legs as he placed the drinks on the table.

"Nice view," he grinned up at the young couple, and Tanya went so red she almost caught on fire.

"That's what the old guy thought. Is he okay over there?" Warren asked Evan.

He checked back over his shoulder. "Yeah - he's fine." His gaze then returned to Tanya's legs and he sat blatantly looking down between them.

Tanya watched him with her little fingers squeezing Warren’s again.

"This is like trying one of the stories you've been reading is it?" Evan asked, meeting their eyes then tilting his head for another look. "I don't mind helping out," he said and smiled.

Tanya's knees held together. The back of Warren’s hand was pressed against her thigh and he could feel her trembling slightly as she turned to him.

"Are you okay?" he asked her and he kissed her lips softly.

"I'm okay," she answered and she glanced across at Evan again. He was sitting forward in his seat, kind of squatting on the edge of it and leaning up over the little table.

"So, do you actually know the other men your wife's been with, Evan?" Warren asked.

"Kind of. There's been two that I know of - both neighbours but they've moved since. And one other, which was a friend of her father, but that was when she was only nineteen and she was forced.

"Oh my god she was raped?" Tanya exclaimed.

"Umm.  Kind of." Evan replied with a grin. "Only I didn't find out about it until years later and Lisa confessed to encouraging him.

“Apparently he used to come around while I was at work and it went on for a few months. We were going through one of those down times I guess. I was sleeping in the spare room and it felt like we were breaking up. And the old guy took advantage of the situation I suppose. But the first time he did force her physically. Or so she teases me," he ended with a chuckle.

Tanya edged forward to exchange her empty wine glass with the fresh one Evan had bought. Evan raised his head to have a look down her front and Warren touched her back, sort of massaging a little and holding her forward. She didn't resist. She peered back at her boyfriend and smiled lightly.

"So have you guys ever done this before?" Evan questioned.

"No - not really," Warren answered. “We talked about it once.”

"Not even topless at the beach?"

Tanya nodded her head as she peered down at her breasts then back up at Evan. “Once, before we met.”

"Do you want to lean over a bit more so I can see them properly?" Evan went on, and Warren checked around to be sure no one was watching.

Tanya edged further forward in her seat and leant over a bit. "Like that?" she uttered nervously.

"Yeah. And nice firm little nipples too." He was craning his neck and his eyes were wide. "Nothing like getting a look at young tits," he said, smiling.

Warren experienced his first doubt - his first little pang of jealousy while Evan examined his girlfriend’s breasts.

Tanya's breaths were measured. She was peering up at Evan's face. She had her hands clasped together around her wine glass, which curled her shoulders forward and accentuated the gaping of her dress a little.

Warren continued gently massaging her back. Her eyes were glazed and wandered to settle upon the two men from earlier who were again approaching. Warren found himself touching her shoulder and almost pulling her gently back into the sofa but he didn't. He waited until the two men had viewed her breasts as well. They had slowed and had both deliberately checked her out, one of them even nodding and offering me a smile.

Tanya's body had softened. To Warren’s touch she had completely submitted. She virtually slumped back into the sofa with Evan's attention returning to her legs, which were no longer holding together.

He leant across and touched her knee, moving it aside a little, and Warren quickly checked again to be sure no one was watching. And Tanya sat still and allowed him to examine her panties. She held her wine glass in one hand and pulled at the hem of her dress with the other but she didn't try to close her legs until finally Evan released her knee and sat back with his beer.

"So how did that feel?" he asked Warren with a grin. "Letting another man open your woman's legs?"

"I don't know but I might find out later tonight. I'll be sure to think about it when I'm fucking her."

"When you hope to be!" Tanya corrected, pushing her boyfriend away playfully.

"What, you're not letting him have a bit tonight?" Evan asked, chuckling. "Seems a bit unfair."

"Well, if he behaves himself and stops being crude he might get lucky."

"Damn lucky I'd say! I can see how wet you are already - the way your little panties are sticking to you. Can just imagine peeling them aside and getting a big juicy load up in there."

"Now who's being crude!" Tanya scolded.

"Well it's not as if I've got anything to loose is it?" Evan laughed.

"Maybe. Maybe not," she shot back at him.

"So there's a chance of a fuck then?" Evan went on more seriously, and Warren met his eyes steadily.

"We haven't talked about going that far."