Clare and I have been on our weekly boutique foray.
Perfumes, earrings, eye shadow. I picked a pair
of almost clear panties from the cut price
bin. “What do you consider these?” I requested.
Clare blushed.
I couldn’t assist however surprise about her pelt. Was it
comfortable and modern as a child rabbit, or curly and light-weight
like cotton sweet?
“How come you all the time purchase such tame panties?”
I requested her.
“Nobody’s going to see them anyway,” she
whispered. So *demure*.
“All of the extra motive to go somewhat wild,” I mentioned.
“And what about Otto?” Otto was Clare’s
husband – a hunk if ever there was one. “I wager
he’d prefer to see you in one thing somewhat
*friskier*.”
“Otto is simply too frisky as it’s,” Clare mentioned.
I lifted my eyebrows.
“Otto’s simply so *huge*!” Clare complained. “When
he’s on high of me and I can’t transfer, I am going loopy.”
I needed to smile. It wasn’t simply that Otto was huge as
an ox and nearly as sensible. Clare was *small*.
Barely 5 ft, most likely 95 kilos dripping
moist. I considered her dripping moist.
“Perhaps it’s best to strive being on high,” I
instructed. “So you might, *you recognize*, get off.”
Clare’s cheeks turned darkish pink.
“What? Don’t you *like* to get off?”
Clare lowered her eyes. “It wouldn’t be … correct.
Otto, in his manner, may be very old school.”
“Perhaps Edward and I might allow you to loosen him
up somewhat,” I supplied.
“Oh, I couldn’t,” Clare mentioned.
We set it up for our home that very night time. Otto
and Edward sat on the sofa, and Clare and I
modeled our new spring outfits. Clare appeared
gorgeous in a brief crimson frock. “Spin round,” I
instructed her. “Don’t be shy. Present us your frillies.”
She did. The skirt lifted, giving Ed and Otto the
briefest glimpse of Clare’s skimpy new panties.
My poor *expensive* Edward. He appeared keen, however
additionally nervous. Clearly he and Clare have been made
for one another. “Wait until you see what’s subsequent,” I
mentioned. “However first you boys need to perform a little
modeling for us.” I handed them the packages of
tight boxer briefs.
“Are these swimming fits?” Otto requested.
“Sure, expensive,” I instructed him. “You two go change in
the bed room. However hurry again.” Whereas they have been
out of the room, I eliminated my shirt and bra.
Clare’s eyes went vast. My nipples burned. I
slipped out of my skirt. The boys got here again.
Clare was proper. Otto was *huge*. Not simply soccer
linebacker huge. He was *hung*. His shorts
couldn’t conceal *that*. I might barely think about that
huge cock entering into me. Effectively, sure, I might!
My Edward, in fact, was solely common. However he
had a candy form. A easy, comfortable hardness.
And he might *final*.
“So, what’s subsequent?” Edward requested. My skimpy
French cuts clearly had him excited.
“Why don’t we begin by placing this lotion on
Clare?” I instructed. It was the therapeutic massage oil
Edward had given me final 12 months for St. Patrick’s
Day. It got here in a darkish inexperienced bottle and smelled
of untamed mint. I shook the bottle. It gurgled juicily.
Nonetheless loads left.
I unfold a seashore towel on the lounge rug
and had Clare lie on it. She was nonetheless carrying that
quick crimson skirt and a comfortable white shirt. “Edward,
why don’t you assist her off together with her issues whereas
Otto warms the oil?”
Very quickly Edward had her garments off. Her little
breasts pressed into the fluffy towel. Her small
however shapely rear pushed up plump and full.
“Okay, Otto, give me the oil.”
He handed me the bottle. He hadn’t warmed it
up, however I used it anyway. Clare squealed because the
first drops spattered her fairly backside.
“Don’t fear, it’s going to heat up quickly.” I started
working it in, round and round, cautious to not
contact the opening. She was already excited. Her
pussy squeaked once I pried her cheeks aside.
She was *dripping*. No want for oil *there*. I
poured the lotion onto her gap. She squealed
once more. Whereas I labored it in, I requested the boys who
needed to be first.
“Me!” Edward shouted. Otto simply sat there with
his mouth open.
“Ooh, she’s *so* tight,” I instructed Edward. “Your
cock goes to really feel *so* good in there. Hey,
you two, what are you ready for? Get bare!”
A second later, Ed had mounted Clare. He was
fucking her rear. “Does she really feel good?” I requested
him. He didn’t reply. He simply stored fucking.
Otto watched impassively, his cock a good-looking
lighthouse atop a pair of rugged boulders.
I shook the inexperienced bottle. I dribbled some oil onto
Ed’s decrease again. It seeped into the crack. I
added extra drops. Extra.
“Okay, Otto,” I mentioned. “*Do him*! Be the *man*!”
Otto’s cock nuzzled Ed’s gap. “Right here, let me
assist.” I took maintain of the massive cock and guided it
in.
“Oof!” Edward exclaimed.
Squashed beneath Edward and now Otto, Clare
didn’t say something. With every thrust,
she whimpered. Poor, expensive Clare!
I watched them for some time. I used to be dripping. I
wouldn’t want any oil. Otto wouldn’t want any
oil, both. His rear was sweaty from the
pleasure of fucking. My finger went in simply.
So heat! So tight! Otto gasped. Edward
moaned. I pressed my finger *deep*. The
contractions began *proper* up – jolt after
thrilling jolt. Edward’s orgasm got here in reply.
He groaned and bucked. I might really feel him coming.
My finger was like Otto’s cock, making Edward
shoot, making Edward come deep in Clare’s
lovable rear.
Poor Clare, squashed, couldn’t get off. Poor expensive
Clare, loopy with need!
When Ed and Otto rolled off, sated logs
glistening with lotion and goo, I lay on the rug
subsequent to Clare. “Time to trip my tongue,” I
whispered in her fairly ear. “Time to fuck me
along with your *good pussy*.”
I didn’t have to inform her twice. Candy, candy
Clare. Smelling of untamed mint and sizzling cunt.
Dripping on my chin, on my lips, and in my
mouth. Dripping and fucking. My candy, candy
Clare. Coming like a wildcat.