Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 10

"Please..." I said in fake protest. "I... each to their own, but I think you have misjudged me... In fact..."

I stood up, as if to leave the room. Lucy raised her eyebrows. Then she smiled as she realised that I was indeed faking.

"I... this is too kinky for meeee... oh shit... oh no, please, NO..."

Lucy was now facing me and tugging open the ties of her yellow top. It glided open. I stared at her naked B-cup breasts, modest and firm still for her age, and at the gold ring that pierced her nipple.

"Oh YES!" James, she hissed, and licked her lip. "I think you mean 'Oh shit, yessss!'" She pushed past Carol and stood, glaring with her hands on her hips. She put on a mock scolding tone.

"You know, you really shouldn't be so bloody ungrateful, James! My husband gives you a good job and fast-tracks your promotion. He invites you round to our home for a dinner party where I spend hours preparing a fucking meal. You even eye me up half the time you're here – yes, even under my husband's nose, and give yourself a hard-on so you can concentrate on tomorrow's key meeting – on which a lot is at stake, NOT LEAST for my husband, may I remind you! And to cap it all when Caroline and I offer to help with your problem – your BIG, HARD, THROBBING problem – you insult our hospitality!"

"It... it's not that, Mrs... Lucy... it's just... oh hell, no, please!"

Lucy's eyes were big with excitement, though I guess mine were, too. Bill also was watching keenly as his wife took my hands in hers.

"Oh hell, yesss!" Lucy hissed. One of my hands she pressed against her own naked, flaccid breast. Caroline was standing close now, and Lucy pushed my other hand inside Caroline's tee shirt, up over the soft warm skin of her midriff and up, up, until it met the soft fabric of her bra. Lucy squeezed my hand against the big orb. Caroline's bra held it quite firmly but nevertheless it gave way a little to my touch. I think I gasped.

"Now sit down!" Lucy ordered, though with a half-smile. I sat down and gazed, spellbound, as she hiked up her loose-fitting floral skirt and sat astride my lap facing me. Although lightly built (a UK dress size 12), her weight pressing on my thighs felt delicious. She pulled my head to her breasts and told me to kiss them and suck them.

I've never been a great one for domination but it was fun to pretend to resist her advances and to be overruled. Despite the coursing of my testosterone, I managed to protest feebly that it wasn't right and that she mustn't make me. My protest egged her on – and her eagerness in turn fuelled me, too. She leaned back but thrust her breasts in my face. Her face was a grimace of austerity and desire, and even though I knew it was a mere act, it was very arousing.

Bill was still watching with eager interest as, still feigning reticence, I began to kiss his wife's breasts, then Caroline returned to his side. But Caroline half-turned to me and gazed into my face as she unbuckled the belt around her waist, then pulled up her tee shirt and pulled it off her head. I remember groaning as I watched.

Her bra was made of white fabric with pink hearts dotted on it. Its style was otherwise plain, one of those bras designed to be hard to see under a tee shirt. It enclosed most of each breast, but her cleft was deep and alluring On each side of it her skin was slightly dry and little spidery lines ran out from it. I found this more enthralling than off-putting; it underlined her maturity and somehow made her behaviour seem more wanton.

I saw Bill's hand rise to her back and watched, entranced, as her bra straps slackened, the two heart-patterned cups opened out, and her big, mature breasts flop out and down as he swept her bra off her arms.

Her breasts sagged a little, but they were natural, and to me their slight loss of shape spoke less of excess age than of experience, of who-knows how many times of being kissed, caressed and sucked. Lucy reached a hand across and rocked one of Caroline's breasts up and down.

"Look at that! Look at its size, its shape – then look me in the eye and tell me you don't want us to relieve your stress and your tension!" Lucy hissed, though her eyes were bright.

And, of course, I could do the first, but not the second. It was very arousing and very wanton to see Lucy's ring-adorned hand playing with her friend's ripe, juicy orb, and to do so under her husband's watchful eye.

I recalled how the previous week I had partnered Caroline and her own partner, Jack, while Aunt Anne had joined Bill and Lucy. With a shudder of revulsion yet lustful curiosity I briefly envisaged Lucy's ringed hand playing with my aunt's little breasts – and my aunt's hands playing with Lucy's slightly larger ones and with her nipple piercing.

"Bring that nice big juicy tit over to him and let him have a little nibble while I play with his cock!" Lucy encouraged her friend. She was rocking back and forth on my thighs but sat upright as Caroline approached.

Caroline stepped to the other side of Bill's chair with her back to his side and facing me. Her perfume was light but sweet. She cupped her D-cup breasts in her hands, compressing them a little. Their generous size made them overhang her hands. Although I forced myself to pull my face back a little in my continued pretended reluctance, she swung gently from side to side against me, lightly slapping my cheeks with her lovely, hand-held orbs.

I protested "No, please don't!" which made her smile; she was clearly enjoying the role of seductress as much as I was savouring being seduced. Lucy, who was still sitting astride my lap, giggled.

"Don't listen to him, Caroline! We all know how tense he is – especially how tense his balls and his cock are – and how badly he wants relief!" she said aloofly.

"SHHHH! There you go, James, there you go!" Caroline said as if to reassure me. "Don't be shy – I know you've been wanting to do this for ages. I've seen you looking secretly across the office at these big juicy boobies! I've seen you looking down my blouse when I've bent down, trying to get a good eyeful! So enjoy them. You know you've been dying to for ages. Give them a good kiss and a good hard suck! Besides, we have to discuss tomorrow's meeting to discuss in a little while. We have to build your tension and then release it so you have a clear mind..."

"Oh Caroline, Lucy, please don't make me..." I whined. She giggled.

"Oh yes, I think so, James, I think so. We're teasing you up and then when your tension gets too great it will ALLLLL come shooting out and you will feel nice and relaxed and able to concentrate on tomorrow's meeting...." Caroline purred.

Lucy was caressing Caroline's breast with her hand. I watched her wedding-ring-adorned finger moving around her friend's nipple. So did Bill.

Despite my (unconvincing) protests I nuzzled Caroline's delicious orbs, savouring their squashy warmth, pressing my face into their softness, and playing with her nipple with my tongue and my lips. She still stood close to Bill but with her back towards him.

I could see his hand moving and guessed that he was playing with her bum either through or inside the slit in her navy blue skirt. I thought of her pussy, shaved except for that small crest of blond, untrimmed hair above it. I tugged on her nipple with my lips, thrilling in the way the surrounding flesh stretched away from her. Then Caroline withdrew and sank to her knees in front of Bill.

He stood up. Caroline unzipped his trousers and tugged them down, followed by his boxers. I was too embarrassed to look much at his erection but I saw her kiss it and lick it. Then she took it in her mouth and began to suck it slowly. Bill groaned and sank back onto the dining chair. She expertly unfastened the buttons of his check shirt and swept her hands over his tubby belly.

Lucy, meanwhile, leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I was struggling to pretend reluctance any longer, but tried; there was no denying that it was enjoyable to play at being seduced, and she and the others clearly relished their roles.

Lucy took my hands and clamped them over her breasts. She kissed me harder, playing her tongue along my lip and, as soon as I parted it a fraction, she was seeking entrance, flickering her tongue over my lips and teeth. She found my tongue and pushed and probed against it. Bill was watching very eagerly as his wife and I snogged like eager lovers – or something similar.

Lucy pulled away.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said soothingly. "Now suck those tits. Hard. Greedily... NOW!"

I sucked each orb in turn into my mouth and played with her nipple and with her piercing. As I sucked harder the lewd sound seemed embarrassingly loud, but Lucy nodded approvingly. So did her husband, Bill. She was now thrusting her crotch against my trouser-clad crutch, pressing down on it and rubbing against it in little circles.

"Hmmm, you're very hard, and very eager. I can feel your big hard cock pressing against me. We'll soon have that 'TENSION' spurting out – every drop of it – but not yet, not yet..."

There was no mistaking her double-entendre. She leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips and her tongue began to work unceremoniously again. I glanced at Bill, who tore his gaze away from Caroline's head as it slid back and forth to suck his erection. His face was slightly twisted with excitement.

I noticed Caroline and Lucy exchange glances and before I realised what was happening, Lucy was sliding off my lap. Then she and Caroline exchanged positions, except that Lucy hiked her skirt up to her waist as she stood astride her husband's thighs. She was not wearing any panties, and I gazed at her pussy, surrounded by her luxuriant brown hair. It seemed very lewd for her to have been like this, though unguessed, since Aunt Anne and I arrived, to have sat bare-crotched under her skirt as we all exchanged small talk in the garden within sight and earshot of her neighbours, all the time anticipating and preparing for this moment!

Aunt Anne... again I found my thought briefly straying and wondering just what she and Caroline's partner were doing in the room above this one. I wondered too what acts she had undertaken the previous week when she had partnered Bill and Lucy together.

Caroline knelt before me and beamed up at me. She was attractive in a woman-next-door way and had a kindly face. A clip at the back of her head held her hair up. Her face almost had an innocence about it; an innocence betrayed by her being knelt, topless, before me, with her squashy, ample breasts swaying as she got into position.

Her apparent innocence was shattered too by her explicit, though softly spoken words and by her gesturing at my groin.

"I think you should get it out and let your randy, mature colleague lick and suck it, James," she murmured. "I bet when you get home from work you close your eyes and try to imagine me doing it don't you, hmmmm? Well don't close your eyes now – your obliging colleague wants to see you watching your big hard prick slide in and out of her naughty mouth..."

I stood up, trying to avoid looking at Bill as I unfastened my trousers and shoved them, and my boxers, down to my knees before sitting down again, feeling very self conscious about being exposed in front of another bloke. I watched as Caroline leaned forward over my hardness. She poked her tongue out as far as she could and dragged it slowly up and down my length. I felt it give a salute of approval but I also shuddered with revulsion at the consciousness that just moments earlier her tongue had been pleasuring Bill's manhood. She gazed up into my face as she did so. Then she raised her head and pursed her lips.

To my shock I saw a bead of saliva drip down onto my bare tip. It was like a scene straight from a porn movie. Yet it was being enacted upon me in the dining room of one of my aunt's friends by another friend of hers – while my aunt herself was having sex upstairs! I groaned, transfixed by the sight of her serene, slightly lined face as she wanked me. Her expression was at complete odds with her actions.

Caroline looked up into my face saucily and started to shaft me more firmly, but slowly. My length and her fingers glistened with her nasty saliva, and as I watched, a dribble of pre-cum seeped down and onto her lithe, shafting fingers. Her large, rather saggy breasts slapped rudely against my legs.

The sound and sensation sent a shiver of delight through me. My pulse raced as Caroline parted her mouth and, still staring into my eyes, engulfed my erection. She began to suck it noisily and played with my balls with her fingers as she did so. The noise attracted Bill's and Lucy's attention.

I groaned, transfixed by the sight of Caroline's serene, slightly lined face as she wanked and sucked me at the same time; the intense interest of Lucy and her husband Bill fired my arousal further.

Lucy was now standing facing him. She was still wearing her top, though it hung open, and she was holding her skirt up as he played with her hairy pussy. It somehow seemed ruder than if she had been naked. She then turned a little and looked across at Caroline and I, giving us a view of the raw pinkness of her slit amidst her verdant pubes, and of Bill rubbing her clit while she pumped his erection.

The whole thing was at one and the same time surreal, almost unbearably shocking and shamefully embarrassing, yet lewdly arousing, too. Lucy's fine hairs twined around her husband's fingers. With his other hand he kneaded her bum, and I watched it flatten and return to its normal shape again. She held her blouse to one side as Bill licked her nipple and bit on the gold piercing.

He was watching me out of the corner of his eye, clearly relishing being seen taking his pleasure with his wife and watching me take mine with their friend. I looked away from his face back to the movements of his hands, then fleetingly looked at hers as she played with his manhood. I thought of the previous week when her cuckolding hand had been pumping my erection as it was now pumping his.

I gazed down at Caroline as she pushed the tip of her tongue into my slit and licked my oozing pre-cum off my throbbing tip. Then she stood up and straddled my knees as I remained seated on the dining chair. She stooped to kiss me and I was slightly repulsed yet also aroused to taste my own juice mixed with her saliva. I fondled her bum through her skirt and, encouraged by her grunts of approval, slid my hand inside the slit of her skirt to stroke the backs of her thighs and her fleshy bum cheeks.

She straightened up and I pressed my head into her lightly perspiring cleavage, kneading and rolling each orb that nestled against my face. My fingers found her nipples and gently pinched them and shook her ripe breasts by them. I withdrew my face and gazed, transfixed, at the surging, swaying flesh. She whimpered with delight. Bill and Caroline were sighing and grunting their pleasure, too. The sounds all seemed to blend together into one subtle but erotic backdrop of sound.

Caroline turned her back to me, and leaned over the smart oak dining table and parted her legs, causing the slit in the back of her navy blue skirt to slide open. Its colour contrasted gorgeously with the paleness of her smooth-looking skin. She ran her hands over her thrust-back bum, then, pressing her skirt against herself for friction, slid it up. Her legs, though a little less shapely than Aunt Anne's, were fleshy rather than skinny.

Her panties matched her bra, white cotton with small pink hearts dotted on them. They were neither tiny nor big, and showed a nice amount of bum flesh.

"Lean forward and pull my knickers down, James..." Caroline crooned over her shoulder. "Kiss my bum and stroke my pussy at the same time. She's wet already but when she's REALLY wet, stick two fingers up and get me REALLY fucking excited!"

I leaned forward and dragged her panties down. They were soft and warm. I left them strung between her parted knees; I didn't want to delay any further, and in any case she looked ruder that way. I planted kisses on her pale, fleshy bum cheeks, caressing them at the same time, thrilling in the warm softness of her skin and the yielding of her flesh. Then, as she had ordered, I slid my hand up the front of her skirt.

I groaned as I felt the small but long tuft of Caroline's silky hair above her hood, and ran my fingers through it. Still kissing her bum cheeks and staring at them I stroked her hood and her nub, thrilled to find that they were indeed already slightly sticky. I caressed her pouting lips and her hood. Then as I felt her moistness increase I gently eased two fingers into her and gently rocked them in and out. She was slick, warm and quite tight. Caroline whimpered and gyrated her hips slowly, and made gentle thrusting movements against my probing fingers.

"Look at that! Look at that!" I heard Lucy gasp to Bill. She stepped between me and him, and whispered in my ear.

"Give me your fingers and let me have a little taste!" she wheezed.

I blushed at her sordid request but complied, withdrawing my fingers from her friend's hole. I stared as Lucy leaned forward, her breasts hanging down deliciously. I watched her open her mouth and poke out her tongue to lick her friend's inner juice from my fingers.

"Again, James..." she whispered.

A few creaks and groans came from the bed upstairs where my aunt and Caroline's partner, Jack were taking their pleasure. I shuddered at the reminder and with curiosity as to exactly what they were doing.

I continued to feed Caroline's juices to Lucy for a few minutes. Lucy's hand encircled my erection and rocked slowly up and down, her wedding ring pressing against it as she pleasured me. Bill stood up and, still clad in his open shirt, bent down to remove his trousers and boxers from around his ankles. Then, to my shock, he lined himself up behind Lucy and, holding up her skirt, entered her.

Lucy braced one hand on the table and the other on the seat of my chair as she continued to feast on Caroline's juice from my fingers as her husband thrust into her with a slow but steady slapping noise. The rhythmic little forward jerks of her body were very erotic, and caused her breasts to flick against my thighs. Caroline looked over her shoulder – I was still fondling her lovely bum – and she grinned at the obscene spectacle.

I didn't think I would be capable of much blushing by now, but I was wrong. My face reddened as Lucy lowered her head and took my erection into her mouth, lashing my throbbing tip with her tongue and sliding her head up and down, taking about half of me into her warm soft mouth as her husband drove slowly but firmly into her. I was glad I had taken some viagra earlier. I had never had any problems with my prowess, but wasn't sure whether embarrassment in the presence of others might cause such a difficulty. Right now, despite my shock and embarrassment I remained hard. Lucy's teeth lightly grazed my skin, then she withdrew from me and pulled away from Bill, too.

"I think YOU should fuck me now, James..." she whispered seductively, though I was well past pretending to need encouraging.

She stood up, and so did Caroline. Swiftly Caroline unfastened her own skirt and kicked it off, and pulled down her panties, too. She removed the clip from her hair, pointing out that she didn't want to scratch the table, and clambered onto her back on the solid dining table.

Bill stood by Caroline's head. She turned her face to him and began to suck him loudly and noisily. Her big breasts surged delightfully with the movements of her head, and Bill groped them, slightly roughly, with one hand. With his other hand he gently rubbed her pouting pussy lips and her clit.

Lucy walked to the sideboard and from a drawer she took out a condom and opened its foil wrapper. She then stepped to the other side of the table and leaned over it, bracing her hands against it, facing Caroline's side. I eased on the condom – I was more than content to do so. Then I yanked up Lucy's floral skirt and guided myself into her enveloping, clasping warmth. I cupped her slightly flaccid breast, and squeezed and kneaded it, and tugged on her nipple ring.