More and More Ch. 01

Right then I wanted to please him more than I ever had before, even though I knew the risk had magnified. I realised as the thoughts tumbled through my mind that this whole thing was making me hot and wet, and whether that was the knowledge of what was to come with Mike later or what I was actually daring myself to do right then I had no idea. And I didn't care.

I crossed to the fridge and found a half-drunk bottle of something white inside. I liberated it and filled my empty glass. I drank a mouthful and then stared at the kitchen door. If I stepped through that with the dress so precariously snagged on my hard nipple I might well...

I took a first hesitant step without touching the dress. Then a second.

A third and fourth took me to the door itself and I pushed it open before I could change my mind, walking boldly to my seat.

Six eyes followed my every move and the last vestiges of control flew from my mind. I twisted to my right where Mike sat, open-mouthed, and I kissed his shocked lips as I felt the dress slip further, my left nipple springing free.

Even if I hadn't felt it as I kissed the disbelieving Mike, two sharp intakes of breath from Tim and Simon should have alerted me to something 'wrong'. I let the kiss go on, let our guests see my bared breast.

Finally I sat back, still apparently unaware.

Simon, with a valiant attempt at being a nice guy, coughed and pointed cross at my naked breast, "Um, Amy, your, er, dress...

I looked down and froze in apparent horror, "Mike!"

My husband leaned forward and did his best not to whimper. "Oops," he managed instead.

I stood quickly then and turned to the wall behind me, muttering apologies over my shoulder, starting to recover the dress. Before I could even cover the nipple I had exposed so brazenly, so wonderfully, Mike was by my side.

"Here, let me help baby."

"I can manage-"

My husband's hand covered my bare breast before I could pull the dress back over it and I couldn't help but squeak "oh!" before he squeezed firmly and then pulled free, his other hand tugging the material of the dress across my nipple.

"There!" he managed to say to me with eyes full of love, lust and now, the promise of pleasures to come. He turned me to face the others then, "Show's over, I'm afraid, not that you'll be complaining, I'm sure!"

I tried to argue my corner, to apologise and promise to be more careful in future, but none of the guys would listen. Simon, in particular, was fulsome in his praise of my 'gorgeous body' and 'delightful tits'. I had to turn away to face Mike when this stranger mentioned my tits but his smile told me all I needed to know.

Somehow I turned back to the table and our guests, "Ok, ok, enough already! No harm done, huh?"

"None at all," Simon agreed, "As accidents go, that was a beautiful one. As are your tits-"

"Enough! I said. I feel bad enough that you got any eyeful of one of my tits without you rabbiting on about it."

Mike came to my rescue - sort of, "Yes, you two have now seen how lucky I am, so let's leave my wife's gorgeous tits alone for now."

I turned a frown in his direction but it faltered at the sight of his unashamed lust for me, "Yes," I managed, "leave my little tits alone."

Mike turned his attention to our guests, "Change of subject time, okay?"

"If we must," Simon said.

"Good!" I added, more or less meaning it.

"So," Mike had the floor, "No more talking about my Amy's gorgeous tits, agreed?"

"Stop it!" I slapped his arm.

"Right, so anyway, now you know how lucky I am in that respect. But I tell you what guys, you should see her pretty little bum!"

"Mike!" This time my slap was harder.

He grinned at me with something approaching pure lust and my eyes widened as I realised that what he was saying was what he wanted. My eyes widened even further when I realised something else. I love my Mike so much that I wanted to give him what he wanted.

"Naughty girl for slapping me!" he admonished.

I wasn't sure where this was leading and I didn't care. I slapped his arm again.

"Amy! I will tan your butt if you disobey again!"

Would he dare slap my arse? Would he dare pull up the hem of my dress to do it? "You wouldn't!" I slapped again.

Mike shot to his feet, a fever burning his cheeks. With a rough yank, he pulled me to my feet by my right arm. Everything was happening so fast that I never had time to react - an excuse which I still cling to - and I was dragged to the sofa, my left arm trying to hold the front of the dress over my breasts.

In front of me, Mike slumped onto the cushions and pulled me sharply downwards, my belly falling across his legs. I spread my arm and hands, naturally, and both of my breasts spilled from the front of the dress, mercifully on the side furthest of my husband's legs, away from Simon and Tim, who were already whistling and cheering.

"Now, Amy, apologise or I'm honestly going to tan your bum!"

"You wouldn't dare!" I've no idea what I wanted then.

"That's just cost you five. Now lift your dress!"

I knew then he wanted Simon and Tim to see my panty-clad butt and the thought horrified me even as it thrilled me, "No! Mike, please, no!"

"Lift it or you'll lose it!

This was getting out of hand, and bare breasts or not, I made to roll onto my back and onto the floor. "Don't you dare!"

Of course, I never made it. Mike let me roll a few degrees and grabbed the hem of my dress. He spread his legs and I slithered between them onto my knees, the dress sliding up my legs, hips and then to my shoulders.

Cool air caressed my thighs above the pull-ups, my belly, my back... my breasts. Panicking now, I tried to pull the dress back down but somehow my head came free and it was left tangled around both arms.

"Bad girl!" Mike's voice was almost hoarse, "Now get over my knees or I'll parade you around like that!"

I tried to cover my breasts with the bundle of dress in my arms but Mike was too strong and clearly too desperate for our guests to see as much of me as possible. With shocking ease he lifted my arms over my head and the cheering increased as Simon and even Tim said how hot my naked, exposed tits were. I felt the heat at my groin, knew that the front of my tiny panties were becoming soaked and I quickly wriggled around and lay belly-down and over Mike's knees. My tits were one thing, but a sight of the front of my panties, rendered transparent by my own excitement was too much to bear. Mike obviously wanted them to see my panty-clad butt - especially to judge by the rock hard erection in his trousers - so that's what he was going to get.

"Better!" Mike was breathing heavily, "Now isn't that a cute view or what lads?"

Mike was either being unfair to me or more than fair. If the audience weren't here he knows from days now long past that being spanked can make me climax with no hands - or more.

"You're not wrong, Mike," Simon agreed, "Very smackable!"

I felt rather than saw Mike's hand rise, but I sure as hell felt it when it landed on my right butt cheek. The smack echoed around the room.

"One!"

"Hey, Mike - that was hard enough to leave a hand-print!" Simon whistled.

Of all people it was Tim who spoke next, "Yeah, Mike, let's see what's under that silk!"

I started to struggle at once, suddenly feeling helpless, "Mike, no! You know they'd see more than my bare ass, don't you?"

"Oh yes, baby," he hissed, his hands somehow clamping me to his thighs, "I won't take them off you."

"Good!"

"I can't do it because I need to hold my naughty girl down, don't I?"

"Mike! Angel! What do you mean?"

"What do I mean, baby?" he whispered now, "I mean that I think you're more turned on than you've been in years - maybe forever." His voice rose then, "Simon, do the honours."

"No! I'll kick!"

"My baby Amy, if you do that I will roll you over on your back and they can feel how lovely your tits are!"

"Oh god, no! But please, not my panties!"

"Simon? Come on!"

I didn't kick but I wriggled like mad when Simon's hands grabbed at the silky material at my hips. I thought I was winning, thought I was getting somewhere, but then Mike said softly, "Simon, if she wriggles again just grab her tits. That'll stop her."

I squealed then and lay as stiff as a board. The hands went back to my hips and with a grunt that sounded like a mixture of triumph and deep lust Simon yanked the panties to my ankles.

The air seemed to gush over my naked behind, but worse - or better - it slid easily between my slender thighs and across the heat of my sex, my pussy juices now smearing along Mike's thigh. With my hands still entangled in the dress I was helpless, controlled completely by my husband, who had now exposed every inch of me to his friends. And yet...

And yet, deep inside that naked pussy, somewhere near the very core of my soul, I was on fire. Aflame with lust. The loss of control was doing something primal to me. I wanted to be wanted, badly, truly and deeply.

Still I struggled, though. "Mike? Let me go, I'll stay like this all night if you want, just let me go!"

With a whoosh his hand slapped hard against my butt. I squealed in shock and pain, arching forwards in a vain attempt to ameliorate the stinging, oblivious and yet aware, that the move highlighted my wet, hot sex.

"Two. And I'm not letting go, baby. No matter that smacking flesh-on-flesh really smarts!"

"I'll do one!! Tim's voice appeared by my side.

"Oh my god, no!"

Mike ignored me, exercising his power, "Great idea Tim!"

Before I could even make another protest, a new, very different hand landed on my right ass cheek and I wailed, arching my back, no longer caring that my breasts were bared and displayed.

I slumped back down just as Simon said, "My turn!" and a fourth slap had me wailing.

The fifth was then dealt out to me, Mike's hand delivering the hardest smack of all.

I cried out in unalloyed pain - and something more - opening my legs wide to encourage cooling air, and to show these guys how my juices were now spilling from me.

"Oh man," Simon whistled, "Mike, I can see your Amy's pussy perfectly, and man she is one wet lady!"

Tim was sighing, "Mike you are one lucky fuck all right, your Amy has the prettiest cunt I think I've ever seen!"

Mike was grinding his hardness into my belly as I lay across him, "She surely does. My little Amy has everything."

I was trying not to writhe round, trying my hardest not to let anyone realise how my arousal was escalating. When Mike tugged on the dress binding my hands I let out a tiny wail trying to make the small orgasmic reaction that spun through me seem like pain to those listening.

"Amy, baby? They've seen it all now in bits and pieces. Stand with me now, will you?"

"Oh Mike, no!"

"Sorry, baby I did make that seem like a question, didn't I? Let me rephrase it then. Stand up. Now!"

I still resisted but my hands were, almost literally, tied. At first I slid to the floor next to Mike's legs, hugging them with my body to keep my bare breasts concealed, but then he stood. He took one step away from my naked body, holding the dress above my head, baring me.

He pulled harder then and I stood, facing Simon and Tim as their eyes drank in my nudity. Deep in my belly the fluttering intensified and I tried to calm my breathing.

"Why, baby," Mike said, "I do believe that... what did Tim call it? Oh yes. I do believe that pretty little cunt of yours is dripping wet with lust. Is that right?"

"No!"

"Amy baby, don't lie to me. Now is it that wet?"

"NO! But anyway, if you want to know so bad, why don't you just feel for yourself. You know I can't stop you!"

"She has a point," he said to the guys, "I am rather in control now."

Something in the way he said those words sent a shiver through my belly. I gave a desultory tug at the dress.

Mike pulled my hands higher in response, "Seems I might well be in control now but she's still a problem to hang on to. Simon, you help me out here, is she that wet?"

"Mike! No!"

Mike took one hand from the dress and grabbed my chin, turning my face to him, "Oh, yes, baby, and I want to look into your eyes as he does it. Simon?"

There was no ceremony, no teasing build up. Simon's hand covered my wet pussy and first one, then two fingers entered my slippery, hot pussy. I started to wail and buck, pushing up on my tiptoes, but the hand followed.

"Is my baby wet then, Simon? Excited or trying to escape?"

"Oh she's close to cumming," Simon assured him, "I can feel the muscles in here twitching and she keeps tightening it on me."

"Thank you, Simon - maybe I should get a second opinion from you though, Tim. What do you say?"

"Oh god, no!"

My denial had no effect of course. With one last squeeze which sent tremors through my clit, Simon's fingers slid from me and shorter, thicker fingers replaced them.

"Oh Mike," Tim whistled, "Your Amy is one horny piece of meat! She's almost vibrating on me! This cutie is ready to blow!"

"Are they right, baby? Are you wanting to release all those passions?"

"No..." it was a whimper.

Mike hauled me up straighter, "Guys, I know just what will tip her over the edge if she's that close!"

My eyes widened, "Mike. No!"

Undeterred he went on, "Remember much earlier when her dress looked as if it was only staying over her tits because her nipples were so hard they were snagging it?"

"I couldn't take my eyes off them," Simon said as Tim's fingers continued to probe and drive me half mad. Somehow I still managed to say 'no' again.

"Well," Mike said, "She had hard nips because she is so sensitive there. If you two suck on a tit each, I reckon she won't be able to do anything but climax. She won't even need those fingers, Tim."

The sensations deep in my belly soared and I was close to out-and-out panic, "Mike! Guys! No... please?"

I couldn't help but watch in horrified, excited amazement as their two heads descended. A tongue, Tim's, caressed my left nipple and my right was drawn between Simon's moist lips. I started to make a mewling sound, desperate to control myself but then both mouths - the mouths of two near strangers - were around my hard nipples, hands pawing at them and at my naked butt, another hand slipping along my soaking slit before pinching and rubbing the rock hard nub of my clit.

I had no choice then. "Oh, fuckkkk!"

"You're climaxing, aren't you, baby?" Mike asked, as if there was any doubt.

"Yes! Fucking yes, yes, yes!"

"Good baby. Now tell us all, do you want my cock in you now? Would you like to be fucked?"

I couldn't help myself now, couldn't control the lustful beast deep in my belly, "Yes!"

"Say it again, baby. Do you want to be fucked now?"

I lost the last vestiges of control altogether, "Yes, yes! I want to be fucked! I want cock now!"

"I wonder how long we can keep you climaxing for, huh? Want to find out?"

My climax was stupendous and going on and on - a cock would send it into the stratosphere, "I want!"

"Want cock?"

"Yes! Fuck me now!"

"It might need more than one of us - do you care, baby?

"Oh god!"

"Tell you what," Mike gasped, unzipping his trousers, "I'm telling you now. I'm only the first!"

I tried to shake my head, tried to say no. But when I heard the other two zippers opening, my orgasm rocketed. I fell back against the sofa and slid to the floor, the mouths over my rigid nipples returning in a second. The two guests shuffled to my sides as Mike descended on me and I raised my hips, begging to be fucked right then and there.

Mike entered me with a single practiced thrust and I screamed my delight so loudly that I was probably heard in the next town. His movements were fast and furious right from the start and pinned beneath the three of them I just let go. He became faster then and growled his own delight as he began to spurt inside me. I was assailed with a climactic spasm every time he pumped, but when he said "More?" I didn't, couldn't, think before I said yes.

I felt him slide out of me then realised that my Mike was pulling Simon away from my tit and towards my legs. At that moment I finally realised what the intention really meant and I screamed in pleasure and denial.

I tried to struggle away, slither backwards, but Mike pinned my shoulders down and Tim kept up the orgasmic sucking at my breast. A tiny part of me knew this shouldn't be happening, but that part didn't get a look in as my legs parted wider and I felt Simon's rigid cock press against my wetness. I made one last effort to pull away but Mike's hands tightened on my shoulders and the shudders coursing through my belly together rendered me helpless. With a howl, my labia parted and Simon's cock slipped inside me.

He began to fuck me then and my own body reacted with a passion that shocked me and secretly delighted me. I found myself telling Simon to 'fuck me hard' to make 'getting his thick cock in me worthwhile'. I started yelling at him to fill me with his cum...

Within a couple of minutes, he did just that and his seed, his alien seed, filled me. The pulsing of my own climax thundered loud enough for him to hear, but I was lost by that point.

"Come on then," I hissed at Tim, "I guess you want your cock in my pretty cunt, right?"

He swapped places with Simon in a matter of seconds and I felt a heavy weight press against my sopping wet pussy. I looked down as much as Mike's hands and now Simon's head allowed. Tim was between my thighs, his cock in his hands as he teased the tip of it along my slit. It was the biggest cock I'd seen in the flesh and I spread my legs wider.

"Fuck me then, fuck me now!"

"Yeah," Mike was hard again, I could see, "Fuck my baby!"

Tim pushed and I screamed with joy as that enormous dick slid centimetre by centimetre into my welcoming, tight heat.

"This is it!" I was screaming now, "Oh fucking hell, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Tim's movements sped up instantly and he started to pound me senseless. My tits were in eager mouths which were sucking hard, nipping and pulling, but right inside me I could feel that enormous cock seeming to swell. My climax had been coming in waves for minutes now but as Tim's speed increased, as his balls slapped against my thighs and butt, as he started to swear and writhe, a sensation came over me which was as wild as it was intense.

My joy spiralled upwards and somehow outwards. It was so intense that it started to scare me but I was out of control - hadn't been in control of anything for ages. "Give it to me! Fill my cunt!"

The word was alien to me, not one I had ever used before - but just then it was right. And not just for me.

Tim drove all of his weight into one massive thrust that truly filled my tight wetness, that pushed me backwards a few inches despite me being pinned by the other two guys. With a thunderous roar, Tim let loose, his cum pulsing so deep inside me. To my shock, horror and delight my own climax morphed into something even bigger than it had already been, something that seemed alive. It grabbed every neurone in my tissue and fired in the most intense, ecstatic way. Trapped, naked, then sucked and fucked by all of the guys, the greater part of my mind wailed in a joy that I had never experienced before. With a final scream of unadulterated delight, I bucked against the enormous cock buried inside me, and pushed my naked tits hard into the faces of the other two guys. My ears were singing, my eyes filled with stars, my mind a psychedelic maelstrom. Consciousness deserted me.

*****

Mike tells me that I was out cold for a few minutes and I woke to find the three men sitting on the sofa and armchairs, chatting quietly. I raised my head and then struggled into a sitting position. I might have been through the climax to end all climaxes, but my mind was all too aware of what had happened and I looked down, unsurprised to see that I was only wearing the dark hold-ups. The so-called 'daring' dress was lying discarded close by and I pulled it to me, suddenly in need of some cover.