Dinner dragged in our friends’ spacious living room. I was bored stiff. My hand nestled between Marie’s thighs for an hour. Her black leather skirt hugged her hips. Strappy top. Sheer perfection. My pinky grazed bare thigh above the garter belt I gifted her. Our host Oscar grinned knowingly. Sex talk bonded us. His wife Sandrine crashed early, headache. Oscar dove into a late call. Boys, Mattéo and Pierre, glued to PS3.
Marie buzzed on wine. Craved dance. Oscar’s killer sound system thumped ABBA. We swayed. Boys smirked at us adults. Eyes locked on Marie’s tipsy hips. Sultry rolls. Mattéo, 17, tall, once called her a hot MILF. Pierre too, muscled hunk. Beach flash last month: topless, my hands on her back, their stares burned.
The Fever
Sip water. Boys ditched game for her ass. I pitched Scottish kilt try-on. Her new buy, above-knee sexy. Garter tease hidden. She hesitated. ‘Kids around?’ ‘They’re big boys.’ Agreed. Cheers erupted. She emerged, cheeks flushed. Kilt flirty. Dance resumed cautious. Risk thrilled me. Fabric flirted up.
Oscar bailed to office. Alone with boys. Marie perched on my lap. Legs crossed. Flash inevitable. ‘They crave your skirt view.’ ‘Old hag, 38.’ ‘Bullshit. Mattéo wants you. Pierre too.’ Grin. Pumped slow Brazilian beat. Ground into her. Hard cock rubbed ass. She melted, lascive. Boys stared, tents forming. Lifted kilt deliberate. Garters glimpsed.
‘Join or watch.’ Dragged them. Marie snagged Pierre. Bent, cleavage dive. We grooved. Pushed her near them. My dick ground her. Felt theirs? Kitchen nook. Deep kiss. Hands under kilt. ‘Pierre’s 18th.’ ‘Felt his bulge?’ Bet: slow with him, sans panties. Scots style. Kiss sealed. Fingers hooked panties. Down they slid. ‘Won.’ Nude under kilt. Led her out. Pierre’s eyes gleamed. Jeans strained.
The Blaze
Slow started shy. He closed gap. Hands: back, waist, ass curve. Felt garters? Hips locked. Erection probed her bare slit. Spin: garters flashed us. Back to back, cock on cheeks. She glanced, I smiled. Abandoned. Hands hips, belly, under top. Neck breaths. Straps down, lace bra teased. Turned face-to-face. Enlocked. Hips grind obscene. Ass knead. Heart hammered. Breath ragged. Skin fever-hot.
Sandwiched her between us. Cock front, his back? Broke it. She devoured my mouth. Pussy soaked.
Back-kitchen wall. Fingers plunged dripping cunt. Moans. Cock out. Leg up, nylon-clad. Slammed deep. Violent thrusts. Neck gripped. Climax built. Hands clawed my ass. Flooded me. Waves crashed.
Bandeau on. Eyes blind. Nibbled neck. Goosebumps. Bra off. Heavy tits kneaded. Kissed spine. Kilt up. Ass worshipped. Tongue: pussy, ass. Legs spread. Noise? Ignored. ‘Don’t move.’ Slipped away. Back. ‘Arranged.’ Hands on cheeks. Neck kisses. Tongue delved. Weird vibe. Doubt flickered. Cock plunged pussy. Huge, steel-hard. Rammed brutal. Pulled out. Anus pressed. Thrust in. Divine stretch. Tits mauled. Pace frenzied. Bandeau ripped. Turned: me, exploding in her ass. Groan. Spasms. Filled her.