Robin Peters - Nasty daydreams

Pete broke the kiss and licked her puffy lips. His prick was barely hard enough to stay inside her cunt. She was still fucking at him energetically as though she didn’t want to let him go.

“I can’t believe it!” Pete grunted huskily. “I can’t believe I got to fuck such a hot, sexy woman. God, you’re really something. That was a fantastic fuck!”

“You can believe it, dear,” Kay replied softly, finally relaxing and letting his cock slip out of her twat. She chuckled sexily. “You’re going to fuck me lots more before I let you go home. It isn’t every day a girl has two lovely cocks to play with. I’m going to make the most of it-believe me!”

Pete lay on his back on one side of Kay and Roger lay on his back on the other side. They toyed with her nipples as they rested.

Kay held a cock in each hand, stroking them, comparing one with the other. Her head was filled with images of salacious scenes that would soon become reality.

“This is fantastic!” Roger said softly.

“It’s going to get even better,” Kay enthused. “In just a few minutes, you two are going to give me something I’ve dreamed about for a long time. I get to be in the middle of a sex sandwich, with my darling husband’s thick cock filling my pussy and Pete’s lovely cock stuck up my ass.” She squeezed their cocks harder and felt them both stir with renewed vigor.

“Oh, Jesus,” Pete moaned. “I have died and gone to heaven!”

Along about the middle of the week, Kay called Ann, the girl at the office Roger wanted to fuck. She immediately invited her for Sunday brunch. Ann’s acceptance surprised Kay.

After brunch, Kay suggested to Ann that they lie on the patio and get some sun.

Ann hesitated because she hadn’t brought her swim suit.

“Oh, don’t be bashful. You can wear your panties and bra. They cover as much as a bikini would I’ll do the same if it will help.”

Kay knew there had been enough champagne at brunch to get Ann loose and lower her inhibitions. Now was the time to get the show on the road.

“I, uh, well, I didn’t wear a bra today. I seldom wear one. Is that okay? I mean if I just wear my panties?” Ann took another big drink of champagne.

Kay had seen earlier that Ann wasn’t wearing a bra. And she had planned this bit about lying in the sun on the spur of the moment. If she could get Ann to bare her tits in front of Roger, the rest should be easy.

“Why of course. And I’ll do the same.” Good, Kay thought. She didn’t back out.

Maybe Roger will get her pussy later. At least he’ll get a good tit show.

“Come on. We can leave our clothes in the bedroom.”

Kay led the way. She left the bedroom door open and started pulling off her clothes. Ann was right on her heels, undressing almost as fast.

Ann’s dress didn’t do her justice, Kay saw. The young woman had a gorgeous body, topped by full, firm tits. And, to Kay’s surprised delight, the nipples were almost huge. Just the kind she loved to suck on. Now she was getting interested and wondered if she would get Ann’s pussy, too.

“I hope this is okay,” Ann said, indicating the small panties she wore. They were hardly more than two small triangles of cloth held together by string. The piece of cloth in front did little to cover her luxuriant black bush. The equally small piece in back was totally incapable of covering that voluptuous ass. “I don’t own any other kind.”

“They’re just fine, dear. Roger will love them.”

“What about you? Do you like them?”

“Oh, yes! Most definitely! I like everything I see.” Kay thought that the girl just might hold a surprise or two of her own.

They lay in the sun about two hours. Roger stayed busy making frozen Margaritas and enjoying the view when he delivered the drinks to them.

“The sun’s going down and the air is getting cool,” Kay said. “Guess we’d better go in. How about a nice cool shower?”

“Sounds good. Can you loan me a robe or something? I don’t want to put my dress back on yet. I feel so comfortable and relaxed.”

Kay showed Ann the shower and very matter-of-factly got in with her. She took the soap and gently bathed her guest.

“You know that Roger wants to fuck you, don’t you? He’s wanted to for a long time.” Ann was too startled to answer right away. Then she found her voice and said, “And that doesn’t bother you?”

“No, not at all. Besides, I’ll be there. I always get mine, too, so why should I object?”

“Is that all he’ll want? I mean, uh, just to, uh, fuck me?”

It was obvious to Kay that that girl seldom used that word. And probably never in front of another woman.

“Oh, he may want you to suck his cock. He likes that. Maybe you can suck him off. You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”

“Suck a cock? Yeah. Some. But I’ve never sucked, uh, ah, let a man, uh, you know, do it in my mouth.”

“You mean you’ve never sucked a man off and let him cum in your mouth,” Kay chuckled.

“Well, we’ll just play it by ear. It isn’t hard to do. Tell you what, skip the robe right now. We’ll get Roger to rub some oil on us so we won’t get sore.”

“My God, ladies, everything but a tiny little place on your ass is red! You both look like lobsters with a band-aid on the ass.”

“One thing’s for sure, my darling husband. You really know how to pay a girl a compliment. We’re not sore. Just need some oil to keep us from peeling.”

Kay put a blanket on the floor in front of the fireplace. Roger had built a small fire earlier and it was burning just right. Kay told Ann to get down on her stomach.

Roger opened the bottle of oil. Before he could pour some into his hand, the aroma hit his nostrils.

“Damn, kid, this stuff’s pure sex in a bottle!

Ann wants something more medicinal.”

“That’s really slick stuff. Has to be. It’s meant for those real intimate massages.” Kay’s voice was deliberately sexy.

“And just who said I wanted something more medicinal?” Ann said. “I just said I wanted you to use some oil on me. That smells and sounds fine to me. Pour it on and get busy!”

Roger started at Ann’s feet. He felt the oil heat. up as he rubbed it in. The subtle erotic scent filled the air. Working with the skill of a trained masseur, he kneaded Ann’s muscles.

From her feet, he worked up her calves; spread her legs open and massaged her lovely, firm thighs. He carefully skirted the lips of her pussy with gentle touches. He massaged her solid round buttocks, then used his thumbs along her spine and on all the muscles in her back. The scent of the warm oil grew stronger.

Roger turned Ann over, but before he continued, he stripped. The heat from the fire and what he was doing was getting to him.

He started again at Ann’s feet. Her body was enveloped in the warm glow of contentment only a skillful masseur can induce. After massaging her feet and legs, he again skirted her pussy, moved up her stomach. Now he concentrated on her breasts.

Ann was aware of Roger’s stiff cock waving in the air as he knelt over her. She also knew that Kay had left the room for a few minutes, but was now back.

Nothing registered that well, however. She was too keyed up.

The oil and the kneading gave Ann’s skin a supple feel, like well kept chamois.

Her nipples were huge; swollen to the bursting point.

And at last, Roger was paying some attention to her burning pussy. He was putting oil on it and playing with the inner lips, pulling them apart, exciting her even more. She was so close to cumming. She knew she would get off in a minute or two.

But Roger had other ideas. Ann’s whole body was infused with the soft glow of a woman exhibiting total sexual arousal; a glow that showed through even the sun-reddened skin. Ann heard a soft humming she could not identify. Then Roger’s hand covered her left tit and she felt a gentle vibration.