Bend over Bundle (2 page)

Presently she sat up and stretched. He watched her, with an
inscrutable little smile on his face. She turned and smiled back
and said:

"The
hot tub should be warmed up by now..." She picked up the dildo and
lube, winked, and took his hand. He followed her back through the
house, grabbing towels from the airing cupboard on the way. The
sight of her pale hips undulating in the muted moonlight was
incredibly erotic. They opened the door of the conservatory, and
felt the cool air on their skin. He stepped into the tub, and
beckoned her. She followed, straddling him and kissing the top of
his head. He inclined his head upwards, and she kissed his lips, at
first gently, increasing the intensity as she felt him hardening
against her. The throbbing of his penis was matched by the pulsing
she felt in her clit. He grabbed her waist and made her rock
against him. Her warm wet slit opened and wrapped around his cock.
The head deliciously nudged against her clit, again and again until
she was gasping with each undulation. He felt the pressure building
again in his balls, and drew back, lowering her into the hot,
turbulent water, gently kissing her neck. The balance of power had
subtly shifted. He had been perfectly happy to allow her to take
the lead, but now he was going to take care of her.

She
floated on her back, her copper ringlets floating on the surface
for a moment before being sucked under and wetting through. He
waded round to position his body between her hips, and once again
took hold of her at the waist. Her legs parted for him, and he
knelt, beginning to lick her all over, teasingly flicking his
tongue over her clit before giving his attentions to her lips and
inner thighs. He held a finger against her puckered hole, not
entering her yet but applying a subtle pressure. He fully intended
to pay her back in kind. But for now, he let the water support her
body as he concentrated on drawing her closer to the brink. She
looked like a mermaid, floating like a water lily with her tits
gleaming in the soft moonlight.

Soon
she was rocking her hips and moaning in response to his
ministrations. He had pushed two fingers into her cunt to lubricate
them and then slipped them into her exquisitely sensitive arse. For
his part, his cock was hard and enjoying the sensation of the jets
on his balls. He pulled her body to him and kissed her, letting her
taste her own arousal on his lips. She kissed him back, fiercely
spearing his mouth with her tongue, collecting all of her sweet
juices that she could. He let her go, only for a second, so he
could reach for the dildo. He attached it to the ceramic lip of the
pool by the useful suction cup on the bottom, and applied a large
bead of lube to its tip. Her previous attentions had relaxed him to
the point where he could take the whole thing inside him. But
still, he took his time, moaning as he engulfed the thick dildo
inside of him. She watched as he took every inch, taking him
between her lips as he took it to the root. She sucked him with
relish, letting her soft tits, heated by the hot tub, push against
his balls. She took him to the point of resistance in her throat
and then sucked him down deeper. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, but
didn't give himself over completely to the pleasure building up
inside him. He grasped her under the armpits and pulled her up into
his lap, kissing her and tasting the tang of his precum on her
lips. She quickly sheathed him in her cunt, intending to lubricate
him, as she had lubricated her cock before, to prepare it for her
arse. He couldn't resist pushing into her and fucking his wife's
pussy as thoroughly as she had fucked him. When he had taken his
fill, he grasped her waist and moved her off him. She reached below
and lined up his cock with her nether orifice.

They
cried out at the twin sensation of penetration, knowing there was
nobody for miles to hear them. She rode him as he rode on the dildo
adhered to the side of the tub, the feeling of fullness spurring
him on to fuck her harder and harder. Before long he came inside
her. Her eyes closed as she felt his orgasm. They remained in their
embrace for some time, before she stood, stretched, and sauntered
back to the bedroom. He followed, patting himself dry as he walked.
They climbed into the big bed and curled around each other. They
dozed off like this, only waking when the sun rose and the birds
sang the next morning.

She
woke first, and watched him lying on the bed, his skin glowing in
the pale sunlight. His cock was limp, a squab thickness below his
belly. She took him between her lips, and sucked him into
consciousness.

He
smiled at her. She smiled back, a little uncertainly. She could
tell that he was planning some devilment, but she didn't know what
it could be, even knowing him as well as she did. He pulled out a
blindfold: not anything particularly flashy or sexy, rather the
opposite. She sniggered when she read the word “megabus” across the
front. He scowled in response, and put it over her eyes.

She
relaxed back, her legs flopping open. It was so hot in the room
that the ceiling fan was on full blast, making the temperature on
her skin fluctuate between warm and cool. Soon she felt his mouth
on her sensitive neck, with his body brushing against hers. She
felt his rough chest hair against her breasts, and the tip of his
cock, now semi erect, brush against her lower lips. She crooned at
the sparkling sensations over her scalp and neck, followed with
feather light touches on her nipples. She didn't realise how she
was moistening to his touch, nor how her hips were unconsciously
rising from the bed to meet his hardening cock.

He
swooped downwards, teasing her protruding clit, wreathed with
marmalade hair, with the very tip of his tongue. He relished the
taste of the juices he had released from her waiting cunt. she
moaned as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub, running
his tongue up and down her slit, before withdrawing and leaving her
with the alternation of warm and cool from his breath on her wet
skin. After an excruciating pause, he continued. She felt a
pressure against her arsehole, and relaxed, allowing his finger
inside her, moistened by her own secretions. He continued to lick
her clit while he fingered her, slowly introducing three more
fingers one at a time, so slowly and gently that she was barely
aware of the stretch. When he judged her ready― when she was
bucking her hips against his tongue and begging for more fingers
inside her― he ordered her,

"Turn over." She complied, arching her back and presenting
her moistened, hungry cunt to him, surmounted by her well lubed
arse. He made her wait a little longer for the coup de grace. She
thought she could hear him walking across the room for something,
but was so blissed out that she could barely make sense of the
limited sensations he permitted her.

She
purred loudly when she felt the dense heat of his cock up against
her tight hole. She relaxed, allowing him fully inside her. She was
seasoned at giving him pleasure with that part of her, so less
easing in was required. She felt deliciously dirty when she felt
how easily he penetrated her.

She
suddenly opened her eyes under the blindfold. She could feel
another pressure, at the opening of her cunt. She closed her eyes
again at the sensation of the strap on sliding deep inside her
cunt, squeezing against his cock sheathed in her arse. He moaned at
the tightness of sensation, as he filled her to the brim. She
gasped when both cocks were inside her to the hilt. He proceeded,
fucking her with a lazy, unhurried rhythm. The sensation of her
tight, grippy arsehole around his cock, together with the strap on
she had penetrated him with the night before, sliding against his
own cock through the slender membrane separating them, was
absolutely delicious. For her part, her mind was emptied of all
thought apart from the awareness of how full she was. His hands
slid around, swirling again on her clit and pinching down painfully
on her left nipple, always the more sensitive. She gritted her
teeth as he went on lazily fucking her, withdrawing the attentions
to her clit and nipple just as she needed them most, returning them
when she expected them least. He felt moisture on his thighs, and
withdrew momentarily, relishing the view of her moisture wetting
his legs and leaving a slick sheen on her skin. Fucking her arse
always made her pussy so incredibly wet, so that it more than
easily accommodated the thick dildo.

“
I
want to suck you...” she murmured through her gasps.

He
pulled out and presented the dildo to her, slick with her cunt
juices, and brushed it against her lips. She eagerly took it into
her mouth, sucking herself off it, moving up to his balls,
similarly smeared with her fluids, before experimentally licking
the broad base of his dick. He held his breath. They had never done
this before. Before his astonished eyes, his beautiful blindfolded
wife took his cock in her mouth. He had to close his eyes in short
order to stave off an orgasm, but once he had collected himself, he
watched her, fixing every detail of the image into his head. Her
cascading red locks, her lips tightly wrapped around his hard cock,
the dildo, lubed with her cum and saliva thrusting between her
upthrust tits. He doubted he'd need to watch porn again for a
while.

She
swirled her tongue around his opening, collecting his precum, and
then withdrew, breathing on his dick, mimicking the way he had
teased her earlier. However, he welcomed it: he needed a moment to
gather himself― though he could have cum any moment, he wanted to
draw out this perfect moment with his beloved, beautiful redheaded
slut for as long as he possibly could. He could barely believe that
she was his, married to him forever.

He
returned his cock to her arse, the dildo to her cunt, and his hands
to their accustomed places. She writhed in his arms, biting at her
finger, making little squeaking noises in her throat. He let her
cum, feeling her tense every muscle at once, then shudder in
orgasm, squirting her fluid over his hand, going limp in his arms.
He let her fall onto the bed, thrusting his cock roughly into her
mouth. She sucked on it only briefly before he came too, his cum
splatting over her face, tits, and belly. He fell back, completely
spent. After a time he opened his eyes sleepily and ginned at her.
She rolled into his arms, burying her head in the nook between
shoulder and cheek and inhaling his scent, which was as
intoxicating to her as fine wine.

They
couldn’t wait for the rest of their life.

Bending over the Rugby Boy

Mark
played fly half on his university’s rugby team, and lived and
breathed the sport. The fly half coordinates strategy as the game
progresses, and apart from speed and strength, needs the ability to
make tactical decisions, as the name suggests, on the fly. He had a
reputation for arrogance, often flying on instinct, but his gambles
paid off often enough to earn him respect. He loved match days,
getting up at the crack of dawn, piling into the bus with the team,
playing the game he loved and then drinking until first light the
next day.

Usually, he could expect some pussy at the end of the night.
The girls in university bars, whose eyes slid over him, evaluating
his muscular build, usually liked what they saw. The ones he pulled
typically wanted to be dominated, which he had no issue with. He
loved wrapping a girls soft hair round his fingers and pulling her
head back as he fucked her from behind, letting him pull out, stand
and cum over her face. Apart from his famous screw kick, he
considered that his signature move.

The
union bar was strangely deserted for a Saturday. Exam season falls
in late spring. When the world is coming back into life, the trees
bursting into feathery bud, birds singing songs of love and war,
students barricade themselves in bedrooms with curtains drawn to
prevent the sun glaring on laptop screens, or deep in windowless
libraries which open around the clock. Mark had never been one to
let his academic responsibilities get in the way of his social
career though, and he felt disappointment that his teammates lacked
the same dedication. However, the bar wasn’t completely
empty.

She
sat in one of the booths, by herself; but didn’t seem to be waiting
for anybody. Her hair was platinum blonde, swept up in a messy bun.
The blondeness seemed genuine, judging by her pale eyebrows and
lashes and blue eyes. She wore a black tank top which showed off
her ivory skin and excellent rack. Mark stared at her until he had
made eye contact, then smiled at her. He was a fan of the direct
approach. She stood; her hips flared out from her waist in an
exaggerated hourglass, emphasised by the tight jeans she wore. She
jerked her head, indicating he should follow him to the smokers’
terrace. He whooped with glee internally; he was in. He felt in his
pocket for cigarettes and found a pack. He didn’t smoke often, as a
sportsman, but the social advantages were unignorable. Besides,
chicks who smoked always turned out to be sluttier. He followed her
outside.

She
stood with her back to the door, and, unexpectedly, lit a cigar,
flaming around the end to ensure an even burn. He sidled up, put a
hand on the small of his back and held his Marlboro out.

“
Got
a light?”

She
held out her Zippo, but before she flicked it, murmured:

“
I
should make myself clear: my appetites are not the same as normal
women.”

“
That’s fine by me.” he said. He couldn’t help smiling; this
female was freaky. Now he could see her up close, she was
definitely not his usual type. She had several piercings in her
ears, a dark stone glinting under her full lower lip, and a tattoo
peeking out of her tank top. The modifications somehow struck a
different tone that they did on other girls, more like declarations
of a deeper darkness than mere adornments. She took a deep draw of
her cigar and exhaled, a smoke ring or two among the cloud, and
clicked her lighter. It lit on the first try. Mark wondered if she
had rehearsed this routine. He decided to see if he could catch her
off balance. He leaned in for the light, but didn’t stop, brushing
her lips against his. She stepped backwards, sharply.