Cosy in the Cool room

The front counter of the bakery is much quieter in the aftermath of the breakfast rush. At the back of the store, men tray up and shuffle pies and sweets ready for lunch, creating their own clamour. Ella can hear the trollies clanking and the big fridge door opening and closing. Jamie, the chef walks past, winks at her. He's an older man with very little hair and a New Zealand accent, lovely but strange. She doesn't respond, continuing to ready the front of the shop, replenishing bags and wiping down counters.

Outside, at the beach front, the sun is shining. Ella sighs, wanting to be out amongst it too. It's the first job she's had since she moved to the holiday town and the hours are mean, leaving her out of the fun, selling mouth-watering pastries when she could be swimming and sun baking.

After a time the noises die down in the back of the shop. Ella finishes up her tasks and makes a final check of the bain-marie, replenishing the small tray of water that prevents pastries from drying up. Jamie calls to her from the kitchen. Ella forces her attention away from the footpath and the blazing sun.

“Eh! Fish says he needs you out back.”

“Oh?”

Ella leaves the girls at the front counter, making her way past the rows and rows of baked goods stacked on trays ready to be wheeled out. The cool room door is open, she peeks in.

“Are you in here?”

In response, Fish pulls her bodily into the fridge.

“Sure.”

His breath is so close she can feel her lovers heat on her cheek, his freckles stand out on his cold face.

“But?”

“The bakers just left, I'm here all by myself.”

Ella closes her eyes. She can feel a grin on his lips as they touch hers. Soft flesh contrasts with the prickle of stubble.

“You want to make out?”

“No.” Ella has ideas, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Here?”

“Sure.” A giggle. “The exercise will keep us warm.”

“Oooh.”

She takes off his hat, bunching it in one hand. He caresses her fingers, his hands are cold. Startling almost - green eyes watch her in disbelief. Ella plonks down his chef's hat with her apron on top, shielding her knees from the cold cement. It's not much protection but it's a start. She deftly reaches into his checkered, elasticized work pants and retrieves his flaccid penis.

“Are you...?”

“Shhh.”

Fish leans over and closes the door, intensifying the room's temperature. He looks a dream, hat-less with unkempt, salty brown hair. He's pant-less with just an unbuttoned shirt over his broad, hairy chest. He stands dumbfounded in the coolness, a twinkle in his normally cool green-blue eyes. Ella takes the cold worm into her hot mouth. It's an instantaneous reaction, a rousing response. As she gums flesh, he grows.

His hairy thighs brush the soft skin of her forearms.

“I've been thinking about you all morning.”

Ella looks up, holding his cock between them, Fish's sea-coloured eyes meeting her gaze.

“Clearly not enough.”

Fish chuckles, the rich sound spreading through his abdominal muscles, causing his cock to bounce in her hand.

“It's cold in here.”

Unspoken promises of warmth fill the room, Ella slides her tongue around his shaft, coating it expertly in saliva, popping his length into her mouth and passing it further down her throat. She does all this quickly, before her effective, tantalising treatment has time to cool.

“Mhhff,” she says, happily.

“OoOh God! that's good.”

His broad hands holds her shoulders, amazement making him unsteady. He watches the top of her auburn curls. She bobs, making cock meat disappear into her mouth and re-emerge. She stops, holds the now-throbbing penis in one eager hand. Gently, she kisses his cock, before clambering up from her knees.

“I'm cold too,” Ella puts in softly, stripping off her thin work shirt and the sports bra beneath. Her breasts stand to attention, nipples pebbled and pink.

“Suck me?” She lifts her arms above her head and offers him her fruits.

Fish splays one hand against the small of her back, he licks up her belly, an eager tongue passing over the underside of one breast. He pops the budded nipple into his mouth and she sharply takes in a breath. Fish briskly teases her taut flesh, as if it's a Skittle or a Fisherman's Friend, whisking Ella's crazy-hard nipple too and fro with the end of his tongue. Her pussy start to grow moist. The coil of desire unwinds in her belly.

He plunges an eager hand down her pants, past the light cotton knickers until he reaches the bud of her sex. Her soft pussy drenches his fingers in eager approval, Fish plays with her clit, sliding a finger along her core, carefully coating his finger with her eager juice and then up, over her clitoris. As he repeats the motion it makes her feel boneless, desperate.

Ella licks her hand, applies the moisture to his cock and strokes. She kisses his neck, burying her cold nose in his nape between the stubble on his chin and the fine hair on his chest.

“fuck me” she says, so softly it's hard to hear.

He turns her around, her hands brace the cold wall of their self imposed prison and the elastic of her work pants gives way under the rapid ministrations of his numb-cold hands. He stretches her pants down to her ankles, together with her cotton knickers, effectively clearing his path. Fish balances the weight of his dick on her rump, sliding down until he is cradled between the rear of her thighs. His cold hand touches her breast, rubbing, holding. She can feel the thickness of lust in the silence between them.

Ella wiggles her pretty rear and he guides his meat into her warm, tight centre, opening her softness until she is parted, splayed. He strokes and shoves himself deeper. Ella closes her eyes, lost in the bliss of it, leaning into the wall.

“That's so good.”

“I want to fuck you until you can't speak.”

He withdraws and pushes back in; hard.

“I c....”

Ella whimpers in delight.

His big, baker hands hold either side of her firm arse, he pushes his cock back into her and enjoys the elastic, silken feel. He sets a rhythm and breaks it. Her desperate, keening noises encourage him to continue pleasurably punishing her.

After a time he stops.

“I want to see you”

She turns, planting a kiss on his lush, open lips. In almost one movement, he grabs his thick jacket and tucks it behind her; pushes her back to the wall and nestles his cock neatly at the entrance to her hot, damp, pussy. Using superior strength, he lifts and enters her. By way of thanks, Ella wraps her long legs around his waist and squirms.

He slides further in. Their eyes meet, he gives her quick, short thrusts. Ella comes on his cock, locked in his embrace, impaled by his expression. It's all he can do to execute four more strokes, riding the magnificent, quivering aftershocks within her until he explodes.

“...so good.”

Fish sets her down gently, they both scramble to grab their gear. He helps her to dress.

Within half a minute of their separation, the pair wrench the cool room door open once more, welcoming the warmth of a normal day. Ella and Fish look slightly dishevelled and pink cheeked as they emerge.

Fish tucks his still-hard cock into the band of his pants and leaves her, weaving his way further into the bowels of the bakery. Ella heads back to the shop front, grinning from ear to ear.

Her fragile restraint

In a world of her own, Hyacinth carefully dusts around the pretty things each girl has left at their backstage work-station. Some girls keep their gear in Tupperware, others have left it loose. Mascaras, nipple tassels, lube, eyeshadow and deodorant bottles are all piled up lifelessly. She cleans their makeup mirrors and afterwards, it's an extra effort to remove caked make-up stains from the long, black bench top.

The small, narrow room smells of face powder, latex and cheap perfume. Hyacinth is tired now, midway through her shift, having cleaned the performance area and it's low hanging mirror balls and glass-topped stages. (She uses special hypo-allergenic spray for the poles and chairs.) Normally her brother would be helping. Today he is despicable; hungover, lazy, absent. She sighs.

Looking about her, Hyacinth knows the warmly lit little dressing room is something other than a wonderland. Often it's a place of smoke and hot, tired girls no older than herself trying to gather their wits (or further scatter them). She imagines the bustle and noise but it's early morning, no one will be about for another few hours.

Hydie bends over to empty a small bin into a larger plastic sack at her side. It rustles in the quiet, airless room. She props the door open, finding a lavish feather boa, hanging on a hook by the door. It's a fine garment, much longer than any boa she has seen, red, rich, real and scratchy. Hydie wraps it around her neck and winds it around her arms, admiring herself playfully in the mirror. She looks a dream, it hides her skirt and slacks and clusters around her neck in a cloud of feathers.

Hydie takes it off. She looks about the room for other dress ups, eyeing a thin, silk tie with an elastic collar and matching emerald green heels.

Who would see?

A taste of Summer

 

The sky falling slowly in the late afternoon, in the distant a train bell sounds at a crossing warning pedestrians, closer to home a bird calls. It's nearly dusk. Day is almost ended. Rebecca can hear tell-tale, heavy footfalls coming up the path. He walks in an oil skin jacket. Today it is too hot, thought it sits across his broad shoulders as though it was born there; nailed to him. The leather is dark and worn. His blue faded shirt is tucked in at the waist, into jeans, too dark with dirt and a history of being favoured and worn.

Patrick opens the gate for the first time in a long time, savoring the sound as it swings and creaks, cast iron embellishment moving uneasily. It's nothing that a bit of WD 40 couldn't fix but nobody's done it and perhaps it sounds better that way. At the door, he takes off his droving hat, rakes a hard, calloused hand through his hair and his unruly hair disobeys. It clearly bears signs of being under a hat too long despite Pat's best intentions. It falls over his eyes. He doesn't notice.

Walking towards him along the lino, Rebecca can be heard coming towards him. As always, daylight on his side means she'll be able to see him long before he can see her. He grins onto the fly wire front door, blind, hoping she can make out his face. Rebecca watches, her heart twisting as a smile transforms his face. The door is a friend, her lover. It's all she can do not to run.

He scoops her up and the feel of his muscled shoulders under her palms is exquisite. Life is rockmelon, cinders and canvas. Rebecca's lips aren't overly full but her pretty smile lights up her face. It makes her green eyes twinkle and it makes Pat think of his time as a kid, fishing, looking into a sea of the same colour. He shifts his heavy arms and embraces her.

Though tall for a woman, Becky is eaten up by the size and the enthusiasm of her lover's embrace. He strokes big palms over the rough cotton of her shirt; likes the sound and so does it again. Becky can't breathe. It might be impossible to want to be any closer. She folds her arms around his neck and drinks in the smell of him.

Pat smells like blue skies, dirt and summer. Burying her nose in his neck she feels the old leather against her ear, the cotton of his shirt against her cheek, rom the corner of her eye she notes the coarse, fine hairs that struggle free from his top button. She smiles, kissing him lightly. Her face tickles neck.

“Bec?”

Pat sets her aside. The tiny woman looks up, flashing fire at him, an offended cat.

“I got you a present”

“I don't want that kind of present.”

Her face feels cool now, her hands light and lonely. She steps back into his embrace and he cups her bottom through the various materials of her skirts.

“When did you get so damn trendy?”

“It's a new dress, is all. Do you like it?”

“I dunno, let me take it off and get a better look at it.”

Finally, Pat's mouth descends on hers in a kiss. 

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Winning Isn't Everything

Jess's flesh tingled. The breeze caught the back of her knees as a reminder of how much bare flesh she was choosing to expose today. She flexed her warm toes in her suede boots, enjoying the feel of Kane's bold, hot cock inching it's way further towards the warmth between her legs. Around them, at the public event, people were watching the beautiful sailing boats competing on the water.

In the half an hour or so since the first spectators had arrived, a small crowd had now gathered. Jess and Kane had chosen a vantage point close to the sandstone ridge and protected from the water by railing. It was the cold, painted metal of the handrail that Jess gripped now. She tried not to wriggle, shuffle or cry out in anticipation. Jess feigned avid interest in the water sport, leaning forward as the wind picked up and the tension increased. It would be a few hours yet before it would be clear who the winner might be.

Behind her, Kane pushed into her. His cock head stretching her soft, wet walls until he was sliding home gently and deeply. Jess shuddered. He stopped, buried balls deep with his thickness inside her. Jess held her breath, deliciously, provocatively impaled. Their love play was apparently unnoticed.

Thankfully, Kane's grey greatcoat hid their activities and they were aided by Jess's choice of a tight, short skirt with her windbreaker. Her pussy was now reaping the benefits of a surge of morning creativity. In anticipation of her date, Jess had shaved and at the last minute, taken off her knickers. It was windy, though not blowing a gale and the sensation of nature on her intimate flesh made her frisky, flushed and keen for cock. After some coy rubbing and kissing, at the start of the day, Jess had whispered her request and it was the one he was carrying out now.

Kane was different to Jess's normal taste in fuck-puppets but so far, their new acquaintance was progressing. Certainly today, his smart, casual, upper-middle-class attire was serving them well. Kane moved between her legs, he held her hips firmly and rocked on his heels. The action was slight but it filled Jess's imagination with carnal longing. She wanted more. Kane lent in, kissing the back of her ear. She bit her lip.

“ Shall we go somewhere else?”

Impaled on his pleasure-pole, publicly, Jess was in a world of exquisite sensation. She struggled to respond.

“ I want you to fuck me.” Came her soft reply.

Kane's brown eyes lit with a responding carnal fire. He turned her towards him and slid his warm, spicy tongue into her mouth, licking the salt from her lips, left there by the wind. His cock twitched, still inside her but not buried as deeply as before. Jess ached for more length.

“ AhhhA” She said softly into his mouth.

Almost inaudibly, Kane growled. He let her go, making a show of buttoning his coat, adjusting his scarf and waiting for her.

They wove their way through the crowd of sailing enthusiasts and headed up the dunes toward the club house. Once they reached the building Kane pulled her to him. He ran his warm hands up the inside of her windbreaker, pawing at her plump breasts through her ti-shirt and her bra. Jess felt her nipples harden, both from the cold and from his brazen touch.

“ You're so hot.”

He planted a heated kiss on her neck. Jess slipped a cold hand inside his jacket, pleased to find his hard dick still protruding from his trousers.

“ I want this.”

She licked her lips. A dark lust shone in Kane's eyes and Jess reveled in the power she held over him. Her slender hand encompassed his cock. She began slowly to stroke him. After a moment, she withdrew and raised her palm to her mouth, coating it in saliva. She took hold of him once more and Kane closed his eyes.

“ Your Land rover?” Jess suggested shakily.

Kane's eyes snapped open.

“ God no.”

He kissed her mouth and moved her hand aside, replacing his cock with some difficulty within the confines of his pants. Kane tore them from their secluded alcove, her hand firmly tucked in his.

Just before a kiosk filled with yet more people, they came upon a door. Kane tried the handle, it opened and Kane tugged her into the building. They legged it up a flight of stairs like teenagers, locking the door behind them. Jess caught her breath. They found themselves in a large, carpeted room with sweeping views of the coastline.

Jess hoped the glass was tinted and she hesitated momentarily before striding to the middle of the room, beginning to undress. For a few moments Kane didn't notice her. He gaped, facing the sea, preoccupied with the view. When he turned back to the room's interior, Jess was nude, her clothes piled mischievously at her feet.

Kane's gaze swept over her exposed body. Her creamy skin glowed in the ambient light from the window. Her full figure so much like a sculptor's dream. Under his scrutiny, moisture pooled at the cleft of her thighs and her dark pink nipples budded. Jess steadied herself, calming her racing heart as she waited to see what her lover might do.

He took off his jacket.

Kane walked around her as though she were in an art exhibition, admiring her form and lazily sweeping his appreciative gaze from her ankles to the roots of her hair. Already flushed from her brief taste of cock, Jess pressed her breasts together. She licked two fingers and a thumb and stroked her own nipple. In the same action she pressed her thighs together, enjoying the swollen feel of her pussy, ripened with juice. She flicked her long, chestnut hair and dove two bold fingers into her snatch.

Kane took off his shirt, unbuttoning the practical cotton of his business shirt to reveal a muscular chest and a fine spray of dark chest hair. Jess motioned she wanted to close the distance between them but he shook his head.

“ Not yet.” He said softly. “I'm enjoying the show.”

Jess's practiced fingers drew her juices deliciously towards her clitoris, coating the sensitive nub. The clubroom faded as she stroked and brought herself closer to orgasm.

“Oh”

She opened her eyes, pleased to note how Kane's cock strained at the fabric of his trousers. She strode barefoot over to the nearby wall and braced one hand against it. The other, she used to continue stimulating her sensitive center. She cast a glance over her shoulder. Kane had taken his cock out, proud and rock hard. He painted a picture of the ultimate voyeur.

“ Rock out with your cock out.” She said softly, her eyes dancing. Their eyes locked and Kane's lips gave way to a wry grin.

“ Please, please fuck me.” Her tone was husky.

His grin faded, and a familiar fire flashed in his eyes. Kane strode towards her. Jess lifted her hips and leaned forward in a deliciously provocative offer. His gaze zeroed in on his prize. Jess reacted quickly. Before he could reach her, she stepped away from the wall, meeting him and pulling his willing face down to hers in a feverish kiss.

When she broke away they were breathing hard. Kane registered bewilderment and he ran a hand through this dark, already disheveled locks. Jess happily wrapped her hand around his cock and sank to her knees. She very gently licked him all over, taking so long she began to feel his shaking hands as they applied pressure to the back of her head, encouraging her to do more. She knew he wanted her to take more of him into her mouth and relieve the exquisite, escalating pressure.

Finally, Jess slid most of his warm shaft into her mouth. She slurped and released, bobbed once again and this time deep-throated him.

“ OH GOD!” Kane bit out and in another situation, Jess might have smiled in triumph.

Greedily, she licked his balls with the flat of her tongue and pressed his cock back into her hot mouth. Jess kept one hand on his shaft, the other on his buttocks, willing him to cry out again. His impressive toy was so hard Jess began to wonder just how much more teasing he could take. She stopped and stood up, kissing him on the lips, continuing to slide a cheeky hand up and down his taut, velvet flesh.

Kane eagerly turned his attentions to her ripe breasts, cupping them lovingly as he ran his tongue around the sensitive flesh. Jess shut her eyes, nearly losing her footing. Kane popped her nipple into his mouth. Her pussy responded by growing ever lusher, keening to be filled. Jess couldn't help herself. She slid her hand between her legs.

“ I love you're creamy skin.” He said, naked now, except for his socks.

“ Do you like my hips?”

“Yes.”

“And this?”

She sought his hand, forming it into a small spade with two fingers jutting forward. Jess placed his warm, bent hand on her peach, willing him to thrust his digits into her. She was all but delirious with need, her only thought to burst the growing, aching, unbearable pressure. His slid two fingers inside and she shifted her pelvis towards his touch.

“ Ohhhh..”

“You like that?”

He thrust in again. Jess couldn't speak.

“ How would you like me to fuck you?” His voice was low.

The woman before him was more ready than he had ever seen her. Her cheeks were flushed and her delectable lips were swollen. Lust cast a shadow in her eyes, allowing a glimpse of the aching need that coursed through her prone body. He kissed her soundly, stroking her inner softness as he positioned her at the wall. Kane removed his fingers and thrust his eager cock into her, bending one of her legs at the knee.

Amazed that a man's entry could feel so good, Jess said nothing. She panted. He clenched his buttocks, released and for a second time, stroked inside his lover.

“OooooOhhh” The world spun. Everything felt delicious, fat and full.

“Shhhh.” Kane bit out, very close to her ear.

He kissed her mouth forcefully, his hot tongue twining with hers as his cock thrust into her depths again and again. Jess held her mouth open, eager for caresses but unable to focus her thoughts properly. Daylight disappeared momentarily. All that remained was the sound of her own breathing, his panting gasps and the feeling of his wonderful cock, stretching her.

Their kisses grew messy and wet. The flesh of Kane's abdomen contacted her clitoris from time to time, eliciting fireworks. At last, Jess's pussy quivered and quaked as she came. Feeling her release, Kane slowed his pace. He eased himself from her and turned her. Jess's palms connected with the wall. Kane shifted, gradually feeding his large cock into her once more, this time stretching her anus and filling her arse with deliciously, dirty intent. Jess felt her sex tingle. Memories of their brief outdoor encounter fueled her response.

“ Oh. YES.” She hissed.

His massive slug began to slide in and out of her, gradually increasing in pace. Soon, Jess was pushing back as he drove forward. She licked her fingers and reached down to stroke her clit as he continued. Kane slapped her rump. She jumped, clenching from the pain, impaled on his cock. It was the final straw for Kane's tenuous control and he unloaded a generous dollop of spunk into her back passage, sending her once more over the edge.

Gradually euphoria subsided and Kane withdrew, turning his pliant lover so they faced one another. A light sheen of sweat covered them both. Jess collapsed against his solid frame; sweaty, sticky, spent.

“Oh, that was good.” She mumbled into his shoulder.

“You're so hot.”

Kane kissed the top of her head through her hair.

“We should get out of here.”

“I just need a minute.”

He let her go and Jess sank to the floor. Jess ran a hand through her hair, pulling her aching limbs into sitting position as Kane ferreted for his clothes. Leaning back on her hands, exhausted, Jess grinned. She looked delectable, her skin flushed from exertion and her pert breasts pointing skyward. Kane smiled too.

All in all, Jess considered it wasn't a bad day at the races.

“C'mon let's go and find out who's winning.”

Visual Amusements Part #2

My brain is in motion, please stand by. In the interim I give you this retro delight. Every girl should have a good appreciation for the all-in-one. It's funny, I don't recall a range made for Barbie ...

One dirty night of lust and loving

Elise palmed the other man away from her in an instinctively feline response to being over-stimulated. Harry stepped away obediently and began tracing his own hard cock with his fingers. Harry ran his balled-up hand along it’s length. Carrying on, she supposed, from where he would have liked her to have taken over.

Elise couldn’t have cared less. For the moment her attentions were drawn elsewhere and Harry was the least of her concerns. She concentrated on the delicious feeling of being taken from behind by the substantial scotsman currently holding onto her hips with his ham-like hands. God it felt good to be ridden by this man. Her lover was so powerful, so beautifully, sturdily made. He bent her easily as though she was play dough and he ploughed her depths with youthful, unrelenting, enthusiasm.

His cock was thick and as he stroked in and out, steadily building the pace. It was all she could do to remain on her feet, holding on to the back of the baroque sofa, swaying with the intense motion of being taken again and again. Rhythmically his pole slid in and out. She moaned, fit to purring, loving every precious inch of the pounding and feeling her orgasm building. Her legs trembled, her belly twitched

“Ooooh Yes. Yes”

Aiden’s large hand slapped her arse.

“Thaaaaat Feels. Soooooo. Good.”

She swayed and her hair fell across her eyes. In front of her, Elise could make out the frenzied movements of the other man. Harry was clearly enjoying the show. She was surprised at just how much. As Aiden injected himself into her wetness once again she closed her eyes in bliss. He stroked, Harry came on her face.

She had almost been able to forget him in her present impaled luxury and the spurt of hot man-juice forced her to open her eyes. His pink sword was hanging a little limper now, still sliding pleasingly between him slippery fingers. Elise smiled up at him. Wiping the jiz from her cheek with one hand, she braced herself with the other. Aiden continued his glorious work. She was about to lick her finger and help Harry out with a bit of a show when all of a sudden the thrusting stopped.

“Wha...?”

She turned in dismay. Aiden kissed her full on the mouth, slithering his tongue inside her searing, sensual mouth, teasing her more. It was an impromptu embrace, laced with passion and which pleasantly surprised Elise, increasing her lust. She panted and he sucked on her lips, kissed the fine sheen of sweat from her nape, cupped her breast with his massive hand, sharing his heat. Their exchange heightened to fever pitch. Her pussy ached, her mind reeled. He firmly kept a distance between them, his burly forearms keeping her at arms length though she writhed in the air between their bodies, craving his embrace, pushing her pussy closer, unfulfilled.

He gently set her to one side. Harry flopped into the couch, watching them. Elise was breathing hard, cheeks flushed. Aiden grinned. He ran a hand over the length of his impressive cock as though feeling it’s worth, appraising his tool.

“Talk dirty to me”

It wasn’t a question. In his thick brogue it was a caress and she happily obliged. Elise licked her lips. She crossed the small room and took a seat on the foot stool in the far corner.

She planted her beautiful bottom provocatively, arching her feet and pointing her toes. Her sex opened, in full view for both the men. The wet flesh glistened with her juices. Elise watched Harry’s eyes widen and his dick renew it’s salute. Praise enough for the silent gift she lay before them. A little grin curled the sides of her mouth.

Elise licked her thumb, she wet her digits . Then she used her fingers to play gently with her nipple, tracing the areola and causing the pink peak to bud. The cleft between her thighs throbbed. She let out a breath. In a voice made soft and husky by desire she began.

“Aiden I love your cock. I fantasise about it’s girth pushing at my folds. I fantasise most about the moment when your beeauut” at this point she pinched her nipple and wiggled her hips.

Aiden took a step towards her, unable to help himself, his engorged member bobbing before them as he stepped. She met his eyes in silent command and he stopped. Aiden let out a groan but he smiled, tense with desire.

“...beautiful cock head, taut and hot, pushing it’s way into my pussy hole. The way it feels when you’re about to enter me. You make me want to beg to fuck your pole forever...”

Harry looked interested, but Elise’s keen eyes noticed the pleased grin that slipped from his lips. Her intake of breathe was audible.

“Harry” She sighed as she slipped a finger down her middle, tracing a path to her muff quickly.

“Harry”

She shoved an enthusiastic finger into her slit, more for his benefit than hers, then two, and moaned at the pressure she caused. Elise licked her lips.

“Harry you make me... So. Hot.” she panted.

Elise left the comfy spot on the footrest and reluctantly disentangled her hand from her pussy. She started to close the distance between herself and Harry, giving in to the feline, empowering pleasure of crawling wantonly towards him, her pretty arse in the air. Aiden looked sorely tempted but he stayed where he was, feet planted firmly on the carpet, legs apart. He watched her as though his eyes would devour her and she savoured every second.

To Harry she continued “I want to stuff your cock into my mouth or my arse and use your pleasure pole to make me cum. You want me to cum don’t you Harry?”

Elise was between his knees. Harry looked down at her in delight. She reached for his now fully-erect cock and ducked her head. She took the tender head in between her lips and traced the helmet with her tongue. Harry quivered and shook. As Elise worked at covering his whole cock with saliva, she felt Aiden shift behind her.

Elise stifled a grin through a mouthful of man-meat and continued. These boys knew what she liked.

Elise began to use her mouth and her hands in a steady rhythm, cajoling Harry’s penis. Harry grunted with delight and ran a hand through her hair, assisting her head to take more of his cock. He rocked her mouth gently further and further down his pole. Elise hummed and Harry ‘Ahh hh’ - ed. Her work would be nearly done.

Aiden shifted his weight to his knees and once again positioned himself behind her. He guided his massive girth to the entrance of her pussy and Elise stopped. She held Harry’s cock in her hand a moment and wriggled her luscious arse on the dick at her rear.

“I want you to Aiden” She reassured him.

Aiden played with the puckered pinkness of her arse hole. His fingers began to work their way inside her. Elise tingled. She took one look at Harry and saw the hunger in his eyes. Without words she resumed her job of sucking him off. He grunted, running an appreciative hand down her back.

Elise could feel the enormous cock head bearing down on her anal entrance. He was slow and careful but Aiden was huge and at first it burned. He waited. Elise licked Harry’s length and cheekily pushed back a tiny fraction on her haunches. Aiden followed her invitation and insinuated more of himself into her tight little arse hole. Elise moaned in pleasure. Aiden surged forward and patiently waited for her muscles to relax. Then, instead of stroking he shifted his weight and reached around to her clitoris.

He pumped, lightly teasing her core with his finger. The world shifted off it’s axis.

“Oh . God.” Elise let the words out onto the cock in her mouth.

As Aiden established something of a punishing rhythm behind her, Harry held her head and surged. Great drops of cum shot down her throat. She pulled away and more landed on her lips, still more in her hair. She giggled but the noise was cut short by a stroke from Aiden.

Harry slithered down from his perch on the couch and came to meet her on the carpet. She let him kiss her cum soaked lips, fondle her breasts and lovingly, he took a nipple into his mouth as he made love to her other breast with his palm. Aiden was groaning now and she thought she might burst. With a carnal roar he took his cock from it’s cosy holder and shot his load down her back.

They slumped together, panting.

“Well how about that then?”

Elise wiped her face, blue eyes glinting with mischief. Aiden sat on his haunches at her back and she shifted her weight until she her thighs rested on his. Somehow, her giant lover manoeuvered them both so she sat on him, on the carpet. He cradled her slight body in his tree trunk arms. Harry joined them, reclining at her side, somehow managing to remain a part of their intimate embrace. They were silent a moment.

“I needed that” she said “You guys fuck like Gods”.

Elise grinned, sated.