Anal At Last Ch. 15

"Oh, fuck Andy, do it... Fuck me... Take me... Oh fucking hell, that's good." She was quite loud now, and I don't think it was for Sam's benefit any more. From where Sam was, she would have had a good view of the length of prick as it hammered into Angela's cunt, as the bedside lamp was still on.

"Oh Andy, I'm going to come... I'm going to come... Fuck me, baby, fuck me... Oh, yeah, that's it, that's it, oh FUCK!" She almost screamed the word as she came, bringing her legs down around my back, forcing my cock into her as her cunt clenched around me, her breath held as all her muscles tightened. I stopped fucking her... not through choice, but because her legs wouldn't let me move. I talked her through it, "That's it baby, let it come, let it come... yeah, that's it..."

I kissed her neck, her breasts, her cheeks, and her mouth as she started to come down, grasping for breath. "Oh Andy, that was the best yet... You've got to take me... like that again... Oh jesus that was good... You're such a man, Andy... No-one's ever fucked me as hard as that before...Oh fuck..."

As she regained her breath, I said "It's my turn," and I took a good hold of her and rolled her over. She sat back, vertically on top of me, my cock still in her cunt. "Oh Andy... give me a moment..." She was still panting, sweat lining her cleavage, her hair plastered to her head in places. I thought that Sam would not be able to see my head, as Angela was in the way, so I nodded towards the laptop.

Angela looked at it, then back to me, and nodded and smiled. "Oh Andy, that was so fucking good... I'm going to miss that when I'm gone..." She raised her hands up to her tits, playing with herself as she started to grind her hips back and forth. I was so hard, that as she moved, I could feel differences in her cunt at the top of my cock, feeling my cock press against the end of her vaginal walls. "Oh yeah," I moaned. "Baby, move down the bed, let me get my feet on the floor."

We shuffled backwards, so I was laying back on the bed, my knees bent and feet on the floor, Angela still kneeling astride me, her knees underneath her, right at the edge of the bed. She stole a quick glance at the laptop, and smiled. She laid her body down flat on mine, grinding her hips, sliding my cock around in her cunt. She kissed me, her tongue wrestling with mine. Then she put her mouth close to her ear. "Shout her name when you come. Let her hear you call her name as you fill me with your come."

"Oh yeah, baby," I said. "That's good. But fuck me." She sat upright again, and started to rise up and down on my cock, and I aided her by using my leverage against the floor. I could hear the wet slap of our flesh, coated by her juices. She leant forward slightly, bracing her hands against my chest, allowing her to slide her hips back and forth more easily.

Sam must have had a prime view, with the bedside lamp still offering some light, my feet down on the floor, she must have been able to see the entire length of my cock as Angela rode me.

"Oh, that's it baby," I moaned. "That's it... Keep on doing that... Oh yeah, you feel so tight baby... I love it when you ride me... I love seeing you slide my cock in and out of you... That's it... Faster baby."

She glared at me, but started moving faster, then faster, then faster, pumping herself back and forth on my cock. Her second orgasm routine kicked in, and she started moaning as well. I reached up with my hands to start playing with her tits, mauling them, moulding them, tweaking her nipples.

Angela looked at the laptop again, and sat more upright. She took one hand off her chest, and slid it down to her cunt, not playing with herself, but pointing to her groin, and then pointing with her thumb backwards. Sam must have been playing with herself. Good.

"Oh fuck Angela.. I'm going to miss this... I'll need to find someone else to fuck... Someone who loves it as much as you do... Someone who wants a nice big cock often... Jesus, that's good... Come on... Come with me... Come with me... You're so tight... Let me come in you... I'm going to fill you up... That's it... That's it... Oh yeah... Fuck me... Here it comes baby...."

I really started to pump my hips, bodily lifting Angela up, making sure Sam got a good view of my cock as I flashed into and out of her cunt. The air was rank with the smell of our sex, sweat dripping down Angela's breasts, down her stomach, mingling with the smear of juices where our flesh met. And the fact that Sam was fingering herself again took me over the brink.

I called out Sam's name as I came, filling Angela with my spunk, my hips lifting her up as she also came, groaning as she orgasmed, nails raking my chest as her hands clenched. "Oh fuck Andy..."

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We rode down gently from our orgasm, slowly winding down, still grinding together but just to keep the aftershocks going. Angela stole another glance at the laptop, and sank down on top of me, pressing her tits against me, working her hips slowly backwards and forwards. "Still there... " she whispered.

She kissed me for a while, then suddenly sat upright. She looked at the laptop, smiled, and said in a slightly interrogative tone of voice, "What did you say?"

I looked at her. "What? When?"

"When you came in me - what did you say?"

"How the hell do I know, I was coming. I don't really pay much attention."

"You called out Sam's name."

I froze, as if I'd been found out. "No I didn't. Why would I do that?"

"Yes you did, I heard you."

"No, it must have been 'Ang' or something."

"You never call me Ang. You know I hate it. You said Sam, it was quite clear."

"Angela honey, you were coming as well, you obviously misheard me."

"You fancy her don't you?"

"What? No? She's just a girl!"

"Yeah, and I saw the way you looked at her when we came back after shopping. You were lapping her up."

"Well, yes, she is attractive, but that's all. I don't fancy her as such."

She began clenching her cunt muscles, tightening her inner walls on my cock, smiling at me despite the harsh tone of voice, glancing at the laptop and subtly nodding.

"Andy, it's quite clear that you do. I just can't believe that you called her name out when you came in me. And that was such good sex as well - that was the best fucking you have ever given me. And all the time it was Sam you were fucking in your head?"

"Angela, no, that's not how it was. It was you, only you."

She sighed, internally still clenching her muscles. My cock was showing interest again, not just because of Angela's toying, but also because of the situation.

"Andy, I'm going away for a year next month -" She slid a hand down to where we joined, and started rubbing her clit. " - And I need to know I can trust you. What's going to happen when I'm away? I know I said it'll be OK if you fucked someone else till I get back, but I didn't mean Sam. Are you going to seduce her just to get your rocks off? She's a virgin Andy. I know you could teach her all sorts of things that boys her own age couldn't - God knows, you've taught me enough - but do really think that she wants your cock as the first one she has? Fuck, it'll scare her to death when she sees it."

"No it didn't," I said, cutting short at the end as if realizing I'd said more than I should.

"'No it didn't'", Angela repeated. "So she's already seen it? When?"

I paused, as if debating whether to say any more. "Well, it wasn't in the flesh, it was sunbathing last weekend. I couldn't help it Angela. She had her bikini on, and she's got such a fantastic body, it was a natural response, and there was no way I could hide it." Obviously, I didn't say anything about giving Sam ten minutes to stare at my bulge - that was supposed to be between Sam and I only.

Angela shook her head, still fingering her clit and working her internal muscles. My cock was rock hard again inside her. "Alright Andy, I can believe that. She has got a great body. Jesus, what I wouldn't give to have her tits. If I did, I'd be flaunting myself all over the place.... So is that it, you just got a hard on and she noticed it?"

Good girl, I thought. I paused again, and slid one hand down my body, hidden by Angela, to nudge her hand away and start fingering her clit myself. "Well... no, it went a bit further. I was saying what a good body she had, how she's got curves in all the right places, a great rack, good hips, a firm arse, and so on. But to do that, I had to show her, touch her."

"Did you touch her tits?"

I sighed again, theatrically. "Yes," I answered, with a resigned tone to my voice, and as I pinched her clit between my thumb and finger. At the same time, I clenched the muscles in my cock, making it push up against her insides. She closed her eyes, smiling at the pleasure.

"And?"

"They were fucking marvelous. Sorry Angela, but they are. Gorgeous, plump, firm, shapely, and the right size to get a good handful."

"You bastard. So does that mean I need to get a boob job when I'm in the US?"

"Angela, women are different, you've got things that Sam doesn't have. She's got things that you don't. That's the way it works."

"You want to fuck them don't you? You want her to lie back while you straddle her, and put your cock between her tits, and fuck them till you come all over her face?"

"Angela, I - .... Yes."

She slid off me, but stayed facing me, sliding off the end of the bed. A quick glance at the laptop. She held her hand in front of her, away from Sam's sight, and held a finger up as if to say "wait!". She looked at my cock. "Andy, look at you. We've just had sex, and yet after talking about Sam, you're as hard as you were to begin with."

I threw my head back on the bed, arm over my eyes, sighing "Angela, I'm sorry". I didn't want Sam to run off thinking that I could see her. Angela crawled back up the bed, pulling the duvet on top of her. "Andy, I think I don't want to sleep with you tonight, and I'm not going home at this time of night. Bugger off. Go sleep on the sofa or something."

"Angela honey, don't be like that. It's just fantasy - don't you have fantasies?"

"Yes, but my fantasies are about film stars and models and fantasy men, not a young hunk in the same house." She looked at the laptop and shook her head. "Andy, it's alright. I'm not too mad at you, and definitely not at Sam. I just need some time to myself," she said, loudly, and then whispered to me, "Go to her, I'll come and watch later..."

I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, reached down to run a finger up her wet lips, and licked it clean. Then I slid it down again, collected some juices, and pushed further between her legs. She opened them, giving me access, and I pushed down to her ass, using her lubrication to push a little bit inside. She kissed me, biting my lip gently, reaching down to wank my rock-hard cock. "Angela honey, when I can, I'm going to fuck this cute little ass of yours for being so good to me." She grinned, and pushed me away, saying louder, "Get going Andy, I really do want to sleep soon."

I slid out of bed, still naked, and went out the room, pulling the door almost closed. I went up to Sam's room, quietly opened the door, and snuck in, again leaving the door slightly ajar. It was dark, so I felt my way to her bed, and then sat on the edge, leaning over Sam.

I whispered her name, she ignored me. "Sam? Wake up Sam. Sam, it's Andy, wake up." She stirred, pretending to wake up, and then gave an almost-real start when she saw me.

"Andy, what is it? Is everything OK?" She sat up in bed, pulling the duvet up around her breasts. Her shoulders were naked, so she had no pajamas on by the looks of it.

"Yes, everything's fine Sam. But... well, Angela and I just had sex, and something happened. I won't say what, but basically I had to admit that I touched you while we were sunbathing last weekend, and that you saw my response."

"Oh fuck, Andy, she'll hate me."

"No, I don't think she will. She doesn't even hate me. She just wanted some time alone. I thought I'd wake you up and tell you in case she's a bit off tomorrow. I think she's nervous about leaving me with you, but.. well, to be honest... she's already told me to find someone else while she's away.... I know, that must be shocking to you, but we both know that if we try to stay celibate, we'll never make it. One of us will slip. But by agreeing that we'll both have other partners, we'll be able to get that out of the way and focus on our feelings for each other, without feeling like we've been betrayed, and keeping our ... well, our love for each other strong till we see each other next."

Sam was silent.

"Sam, what started it was... I... er... When I came in her... I was... Well, that is... I was thinking of you. And I accidentally called out your name as I came." She shivered, still saying nothing. "I've done nothing but think of you ever since that day... Earlier, downstairs, you saw how much I wanted you, you felt me press up against you. Do you feel the same Sam? Do you want me?"

Still no response. I waited, letting the silence draw out. I lifted my hand to her shoulder, stroking it, waiting for her response. She drew a deep breath in.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Oh Sam," I murmured, sliding my finger down her chest, over the upper curve of her breasts, dragging the duvet with it. I pushed it down till it was around her waist. I could just see the curve of her breasts in the moonlight coming through from the gap around the curtains. I reached back up, cupping one of her breasts, feeling the nipple harden under my touch.

She gasped, pulling my hand away, whispering, "Andy, no, she'll hear." Again, she was afraid of getting caught, not of what was about to happen.

"No she won't Sam. She always falls into a deep sleep after sex, she'll be out for the count till morning." I reached back up to her breast, and this time she didn't stop me. I felt it's weight in my hand, cupping it, moulding it, hearing her breath start to get faster. I grabbed her spare hand, and pulled it towards me. She resisted a bit, but not much. I placed in on my leg, turning towards her more, opening up my hips so she was touching my inner thigh. Her hand was trembling, but again, she didn't move it.

"Andy, we can't. Not here, not now. I'm not ready for that."

"Sam, we don't have to have sex. I know that will take some time, even that it might never happen. Let's just touch each other, get to know each other, enjoy each other. I can wait. I'll even accept it if you say you don't want sex with me at all... You've got a lovely body Sam, I love the feel of your breasts... I love touching them... Do you like me doing it?"

She paused, and then whispered "Yes."

"It's all I can do to not touch you when you walk past me sometimes, honey. I love your body, and it's so hard not to just reach up and stroke you, like I'm doing now. It got me so turned on feeling you in your bikini. And then downstairs, just now, oh god, it was so good to press myself against you, feeling your naked skin up against mine..."

She was breathing heavy now, her tits rising and falling with her breath.

"Are you naked under there Sam? Are you? Let me see..." I pulled the duvet, slowly sliding it off her. She raised her knees, trying to cover herself up despite the darkness. "Oh Sam, when you said you'd be sleeping naked, I couldn't believe it...".

I was still playing with her breasts, my movements hampered slightly by her raised legs, but just managing to slowly arouse her.

"Sam," I continued, "I've got something to confess... It was me. Those stains. It was me all along. I've snuck into your room at night, feeling you, talking to you. I couldn't resist you that first night, but I felt so dirty, I vowed not to do it again.... Then, when you said you'd be naked, I knew I would do it again. I sat there waiting for you to fall asleep, imagining what it would be like to touch you without pajamas or a bikini in the way, wondering what it would be like to run my fingers over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs."

As I said this, I ran my hand over her sides (still unable to reach her stomach due to her legs being raised), then over the outside of her hip, and then underneath her raised knee, lightly stroking my way to the back of her thighs.

"I got so excited baby, both nights. And when you slept this afternoon. I was so aroused by you, I couldn't help it. I had to play with myself. I wanked myself whilst feeling you up and you slept through it every time. I felt so dirty Sam, but so excited."

Her thighs parted slightly. "Andy, I -" She paused. "I know... I was awake each time."

I froze, as if taking that information in for the first time. "Sam, I want to see you. Let me see you. Here, I'll put the light on..." I stood up, slowly, and went to the window, opening the curtains, fumbling with it a bit to give Angela time to hide in case she was in the room behind me. The silvery light of the full moon gently lit up the room, and I turned back to Sam, reveling in the sight of her gorgeously curvy body in the dim light. "Oh Sam, honey, you look so beautiful. Let me touch you, let me in." She waited a moment, and then parted her legs, letting them flop out to each side. I slid my hand out from underneath her, and then lay down beside her in the bed, on my side. pulling her down as well. I leant up on one elbow, my back to the door, blocking Sam's view of the doorway and Angela possible hiding there. I let my cock rub against her thigh, and bent my head to kiss her nipple. She groaned and held the back of my head, pressing me into her tits. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, holding it lightly in my teeth, flicking the end with my tongue.

She moaned my name, and I slid my hand down to her mound. I gently pressed my index finger to her clit, and felt how wet she was already. Her legs opened wider, sure evidence that she wanted more. I took my hand away, and took a hold of hers, bringing it down to my cock.

"Oh god, Andy... " she whispered.

"It's OK Sam... take your time." She slowly started moving her hand, sending shivers of delight through me. At last, at last, I thought. I slid my hand back down to her clit, stroking it, rubbing it, pinching it lightly, pressing hard and then giving it the lightest touch I could, rubbing up and down and then round in circles.

Her breath was coming faster as she gained some confidence, her touch becoming more sure. She lifted her head, looking down at us. Whether she was looking at her hand on my cock, or my hand stroking her cunt, I wasn't sure. Her eyes widened at whatever she saw.

"Oh Sam, that feels so good... That's it baby," I whispered, "Stroke me.. wank me... " I slid my hand lower, running a finger up and down her swollen lips, wet with her juices. I could feel my come rising, even though she wasn't the best wanker in the world. No surprise really, given her inexperience. But just the thought of being with her, when Angela was probably watching by now, was getting more more excited than I needed.

"Andy, we can't, we can't.. not like this... not now." I knew what she meant. No sex. Which was fine my me as I didn't want to rush it.

"Shhh," i said. "We're not going to have sex... we're just going to finish what we've been doing every night, but without hiding it. Let me wank over you baby, let me come on you, knowing that you're awake, knowing that you're coming too.... I want you to play with yourself... Let me see you fingering yourself... And you can watch me wank... I want us both to come at the same time... Do it Sam, touch yourself."

I reached down, took her hand away from me, and rolled over to straddle her. I knelt above her, my balls resting about mid-way down her thighs, giving her room to get to her cunt, knowing that Angela would get the best view from here, although I wasn't sure how much she could see from the door given just the moonlight to brighten the room.