The Weekend Pt. 05

On the enormous, seven foot square bed, a stunned, very embarrassed, Catherine was trying desperately to retrieve the duvet from the floor in a futile attempt to cover her nakedness. Beneath her, between her fleshy thighs, the young, good-looking barman had the expression of a scared rabbit as he stared over at the unexpected disruption to him giving his boss, and married lover, the fuck of her life.

"Oh sweet Jesus, I thought you were my husband. I am so sorry, I just assumed the room would be empty once Emma had left. Please, just give us a minute and we'll get dressed and leave you to... well, whatever. I'm so sorry, please don't say anything... Fuck, this is so embarrassing."

The very naked Catherine was babbling uncontrollably, standing on the opposite side of the bed to where the duvet had fallen when her young lover had joined her barely an hour before. Trying unsuccessfully to cover her hanging breasts at the same time as hiding her thick, ginger, bush from the view of her shocked audience, her whole body seemed to have changed colour to one of bright puce as she blushed from head to toe.

On the bed, unable to move, Brian the barman still sported a determined erection of his impressive penis – an erection that only raging teenage hormones have the ability to sustain in such a compromising situation. Laying perfectly still – his face a rigid mask of terror as the worry of what might happen when these four adults eventually got over their shock seemed, not only to have deprived him of the ability to move, but struck him dumb as well – the boy was making no attempt to cover himself, leaving his muscular young body available to the entranced gaze of the two half-naked women standing in the doorway and looking at him with open-mouthed admiration.

"Fucking hell, Barb. Look at the fucking size of that thing."Diane's awestruck whisper seemed to break the tense silence that had fallen over the intruding foursome when they entered the room. Her naked breasts heaving with arousal, she licked her lips lustfully as she continued to stare at the biggest, hardest cock she'd ever seen.

Grinning at her friend's obvious admiration of the terrified-looking young man's impressive phallus, Barbara addressed the blushing hotel manageress, "Well, Catherine. You COULD get dressed and leave. Take your young stud with you, if you like. Or... and this is obviously my horny friend's preference," she grinned over at her three companions before continuing, "You could stay here and we'll all join you and your young lover on the bed and continue the dirty fun you were obviously having before we so rudely interrupted you."

Catherine stared in open-mouthed shock at her four hotel guests, noticing for the first time their state of undress. The shorter, thicker-set woman standing topless with her large tits sagging onto her heaving chest; the taller, much more elegant Barbara, her breasts exposed by her open top and standing proud with their dark brown nipples as hard as nails. With them their two men, rigid cocks protruding obscenely from their trousers, both of them staring lustfully at her own chubby nakedness; Slowly, her dread of the possible dire consequences if her husband ever found out about her adulterous relationship with her young lover faded away as the implications of Barbara's naughty suggestion took root in her confused mind.

In the last two weeks, since he'd started work in the hotel, Brian had fucked her a total of five times with a cock that was at least twice as big as her husbands – and at least as long and thick as any she had seen in the internet pornography she'd frustratedly started using as a stimulus for her solo pleasures. Five hard, wonderful, mind-blowing, fucks. Now she was being offered, what? An orgy? Oh my God, a fucking orgy.

Her worried frown slowly changed to a knowing smile as her hands dropped to her sides to expose her pale, freckle-covered, body in all it's naked glory. Grinning widely at the beautiful, mature woman she would have never suspected to be such a sexual libertine, she giggled, "If it's all the same to you, Barbara, I think I'd like to stay."

Climbing back onto the bed, the nervously excited red-head rejoined her young lover, now grinning smugly as he realised all his filthiest fantasies were about to come true at the hands of three sex-mad older women. A mischievous grin lit up her pretty face as she planted a kiss on the end of the young man's twitching penis before laying back and wantonly opening her legs, lewdly displaying the warm, wet evidence of her carnal desire to the eager foursome chaotically trying to remove the rest of their clothing at the other side of the room.

Her pounding heart feeling as though it was about to burst through her heaving chest, Catherine was unable to prevent herself from giggling like a little schoolgirl as she felt the bed sag under the extra weight of four additional naked bodies joining her and her barman on the crisp, white sheet, gasping with shock when her breasts and vagina were attacked simultaneously by the two older men, their proudly-erect cocks bouncing around uncontrollably and leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum all the way up their victim's legs as they each clamped their mouths over a little pink nipple. Biting and sucking on the hard teats, their fingers teased between her thick thighs and into the hot, oozy depths of her sex before Dylan's mouth left her tits and disappeared between her trembling legs.

"Ohhh my Goddddd..."Her soft belly rippled with the small, orgasmic, shocks shooting through her whole body as, for the first time in her life, she felt a tongue snake its way into the depths of her ginger-tufted pussy, "Oh fuckkkk, Yessss..."

Red-haired, with a freckle-covered pretty face atop a real woman's body, Catherine had been a 33year old virgin when she'd met and married her older husband. Brought up in a large, Irish-catholic family, she'd been the youngest of seven, left at home to look after her ageing parents until they passed away within a year of each other. Being a 'home-keeper' from an early age, she'd never much had the opportunity of meeting boys of her own generation, consequently being easy prey for the wealthy, older friend of her uncle's who'd lecherously set his eyes on her desirable young body when they'd met at a family wedding. Throughout their marriage, their sex life had never been good – barely adequate being an accurate description. Her inexperience and his increasing dependence on alcohol had left her frustrated and disappointed, knowing as she did from reading the erotica she'd discovered on the internet, that there was much more fun to be had from sexual intercourse than she had so far experienced.

For the last five years, their sorry marriage had been one in name only. Her husband's ever-increasing consumption of alcohol – only matched by the decline of his interest in any form of sexual contact with his voluptuous wife – together with her devout catholic upbringing which prohibited her from succumbing to her desires and accepting the many offers of adulterous sexual intimacy she'd had from visiting hotel guests, meant she had not been fucked in that long period of unwanted celibacy. Five years without sex for a 43 year old, hot-blooded, attractive woman like herself was far too long for any fair-minded person to expect her to accept. The forbidden sin of masturbation went only so far in satisfying her sexual desires. She wanted more. She needed more.

Brian, with his handsome face and muscular body, was totally different to the rest of the men who'd attempted to persuade her to stray from her marital vows over the years. They had all been much older, much less attractive – and invariably married themselves and seeking to have a quick fuck whilst they were away from their wives. Her young lover definitely had the 'gift of the gab' as the Irish say, his cheeky banter and blatant appraisal of her ripe body – together with a deliberate habit of brushing against her at every opportunity – had caused her temperature to rise and her knickers to flood whenever their paths had crossed since he'd arrived.

Despite his young age, he knew he could have her. The confident teenager had immediately recognised the sexual frustration that ebbed just beneath the surface of his mature boss – the same sexual longing displayed by his mother's best friend when she'd seduced him and taken his virginity. It took him less than a week before his pretty, 43 year old boss yielded to temptation and gave in to her desires, capitulating in the face of his cocky, relentless pursuit of her body; six nights of working together before he had her bent over her office desk and screaming in ecstasy as his massive cock pounded her previously neglected cunt...

The rest of the night was spent in an almost continuous marathon of sexual deviancy. Brian, with the benefit of youthful testosterone to facilitate his stamina, did his utmost to personally satisfy all of the three demanding women. Never once did it cross his mind that each and every one of them was more than old enough to be his mother; that two of them did actually have children much older than him. Instead, what they were to him were three beautiful and sexy examples of mature, uninhibited womanhood with soft voluptuous bodies and hot wet pussies more than willing to accommodate his over-large penis in their pursuit of carnal satisfaction.

The oldest, chunkiest of the woman had, sometime during the night, saucily decided to measure his size, screaming out that it was "Over 10inches long and too thick to get my fucking fingers around" to her husband as the heavily-breathing man slowly plowed his own cock into Catherine's previously virgin backside. Her beautiful, raven-haired friend had moaned with carnal desire as she rode him, presenting her hard nipples to his mouth for him to chew on as she gasped her appreciation of his size, then screamed in ecstasy as her own man gently pushed his not inconsiderable cock deep into her tight rectum.

Never before had the young man experienced such depraved behaviour at the hands of women so sexually experienced and so fucking horny. How could he possibly be satisfied in the future with the often reluctant acceptance of girls his own age after they'd recoiled in horror at their first sighting of his magnificent weapon? Maybe, he decided, from now on he should seek out the more experienced, more stretched ladies who would appreciate his size instead of being frightened by it. In the meantime, he would make every attempt to fuck himself to an absolute standstill in the arms of these three enthusiastic libertines.

Catherine, for her part, quite literally had the time of her life. Not even in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined she would willingly perform such depraved acts. She'd always looked upon lesbians as deviants, not normal people. Now here she was, not only having two beautiful women lick and suck every hole in her body, but she was doing the same to them. Pushing her tongue as far into their hot vaginas as she could, thoroughly enjoying the taste of their sticky nectar as it gushed into her mouth. Even after that, her dive to new depths of perversion had not ended. After experiencing them doing it to her, the novice adulteress had eagerly enjoyed playing with their tight little bottoms; fingering the other women's secret openings as she licked their pussies; even licking them and forcing her tongue deep into their tight muskiness.

Those kinky, lesbian acts had all turned out to be an exciting preamble for the main event in her descent to depravity. Never before had she been penetrated anally by a man – always thinking it was dirty and disgusting – now, on this night of firsts, she'd been taken back there by both of the older men individually, before the wonderfully disgusting act of being fucked front and back simultaneously and having them deposit their hot cum deep inside her grasping orifices at the same time.

As the two older men enjoyed a well-earned, exhausted respite, young Brian had almost-childishly complained that "It wasn't fair" for him not to have the opportunity of experiencing that perverse act of anal sex. Although both Barbara and Catherine had laughingly pointed out there was "No fucking way" he was getting that monster up their tight arseholes, the ever-up-for-a-challenge Diane virtually demanded he try it with her whilst the two old men were out of action and sleeping the sleep of the well-satisfied.

On her knees, tightly gripping the bed-head in nervous anticipation, and with her female cohorts giggling in awe at her side; inch by painful inch, the young man's thick phallus slowly sank into her well-lubricated rear door. Gradually, her suffering turned to pleasure, his full ten inches inside her as both Barbara and the amazed Catherine diddled her throbbing clitoris at the same time. Taking instructions from the three woman like a well-behaved pet, Brian gently increased the speed and depths of his thrusting until he was fucking her obscenely-stretched little hole almost as forcefully as he'd fucked their grasping cunts previously. Her tightness, coupled with his overpowering excitement at experiencing the thrill of his cock being gripped by a velvet-lined vice, inevitably proved irresistible to his young brain, quickly resulting in spurt after spurt of his thin teenage cum filling her anus and overflowing down her thighs to join her own love juice as it squirted out of her tightly-clenching pussy and all over the hands of her two female lovers.

That performance of sheer animalistic rutting proved to be the final act of their sexual tableau. Diane collapsed into a quivering wreck of fucked-out womanhood; Brian soon joined the other men in falling into a deep, exhausted, sleep; Whilst Catherine and Barbara, finally dozed off wrapped in each other's arms as the Sunday morning dawn slowly lit up their sweaty, smelly, love-nest...

Chapter 4

November 2014

In the weeks that ensued their Bacchanalian orgy at the hotel, Barbara's jealous opposition to sexually sharing Dylan gradually faded away. Always troubled by the obvious unfairness of her reluctance to allow him to have the same fun she was having, she decided it was too selfish and hypocritical of her to enjoy the freedom of random sexual encounters with strangers, and yet deprive her partner of the same opportunities.

Her change of mind allowed them on several occasions to have partner-swapping nights with Diane and Keith, and although she was secretly of the opinion that she was getting the worst of the bargain – her Dylan being much sexier and more handsome than Diane's husband – she did come to appreciate Keith's wonderful self-deprecating sense of humour and his obvious determination to ensure his long-time fantasy woman reached a body-tingling climax every time they fucked.

The colder, more-inclement weather of the English winter inevitably curtailing her opportunities of exposing her nakedness on the nudist beach – as well as making any dogging activities more uncomfortable than exciting – led to a suggestion from Diane that they try a 'Swingers' club she'd read about – an idea met enthusiastically by her lesbian lover as they lay naked and post-orgasmic in her large bath one afternoon.

"Do you know anyone who's been?"Barbara asked softly as she gently wiggled her toes into her friend's vaginal lips, impudently teasing her sex to open and swell.

Diane's deep sigh of sensual pleasure; her opening her thighs as far as the bath would allow; her rhythmic pushing of her sex toward her lover's intruding toes causing small ripples of warm, soapy water to lap at the other woman's breasts; all indicated to the tormenting Barbara that she wasn't about to get any sort of lucid answer any-time soon. Slowly, bit by tiny bit, she eased her foot deeper and deeper, teasing yet another gentle orgasm from her best friend.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Do you know anyone who's been?

Diane shook her head, not in reply, but to clear the orgasmic haze from her senses, "Yes, actually I do... and you know them too, by the way."

"Really? I do?... and who the fuck are these fellow degenerates?"Barbara asked, giggling as she drew her knees up to her breasts, her thighs clenched tightly together to prevent her friend's retaliatory efforts to tease her own pussy with her toes.

"You'll be surprised, I know I was when I found out."

"Who is it, you big, fat, tease?"

"Angela and John."

"Who?... Barrett?

Diane nodded her head, grinning her affirmation to her surprised friend.

"Fucking hell... I always thought he was such a prude. Her I can believe, but him? Fuck me, he always appeared as though he had a stick up his tight arse whenever anyone talked about sex in his company."

Both women broke into loud laughter at Barbara's cruel, but accurate, opinion of their mutual friend's husband.

"Me too. You could have knocked me over with a feather when she let it slip one night in the pub. Who'd have thought he was up for a bit of casual sex... just shows, I suppose. He's not bad looking though... I wonder how big his cock is?"

Barbara roared with laughter at her friend, "Oh my God, Di, you've turned into an absolute size queen since you had that big cock up your fat arse. You're such an old tart."

"Can't deny it girl. What can I say? Bigger the better for me."

Soapy water flooded the bathroom floor as both women shook with raucous laughter at Diane's lurid admission before they managed to extract their naked bodies from the bath and wrap themselves in warm, fluffy towels...

Despite Keith and Dylan's eager agreement when the girls suggested they all visit the swingers club, the night had unfortunately turned out to be a damp squib. They had been the only two couples there that particular evening, the rest of the patrons being single men – most of whom the ladies would have not fucked if they'd been the only choices left on earth. Admittedly early, the almost-empty club was, by general agreement among the disappointed foursome, not what they were hoping for at all – and certainly not somewhere they wanted to put on a show of carnal entertainment for the ragged collection of nondescripts who'd lecherously eyed the two attractive women as soon as they'd entered the room. Deciding to accept the waste of their entry fee, the unhappy couples had left after little more than half an hour and retreated to the pub where they could have a good old moan about their disappointment – much to the amusement of the largely unsympathetic Gerald and Clive.

Their sour mood didn't last long however, as the following weekend's festivities at Dylan's birthday party were gleefully interrupted by a tearful Emma and a beaming John taking their parents to one side and excitedly informing them that, in approximately seven months, they would become grandparents for the first time. That cold, wintry night, full of sleet and mist, could not have been any more joy-filled for everyone at the party even if the sun had shone and temperatures reached a new high for the month of November. Almost as many tears were shed as alcohol was consumed – almost, but not quite – by the happy couple and their parents and friends. Emma, as the pregnant lady, was obviously not drinking any of the copious amounts of wine and beer consumed by the party guests, so it fell to her to ensure her husband, and then her mother and father-in-law were safely tucked up in bed before turning in herself in the spare room, - well away from her farting, belching, deliriously happy spouse.