Anal At Last Ch. 15

I started stroking my cock. She looked down the length of her body again, gazing at my cock. I murmured to her, "Watch me honey, watch me... Just like I'm watching you... I can't believe you get me so turned on... Look at you, your gorgeous and sexy... Finish yourself off Sam... Finish what you started."

Slowly, reluctantly, she reached one hand down to her cunt. She paused. "Do it Sam... do it like you've did it downstairs watching the DVD of Angela and having sex. Finger yourself while I wank..."

She did so, starting by rubbing up and down her lips, then circling her clit, and then finally pushing a finger - just one - inside her. "That's it Sam, that's it... Oh fuck you make me so horny... Oh fuck baby." I started to wank faster, feeling my come start to build. Sam was already incredibly turned on, I think, having watched Angela and I have sex, but I think she was only just now letting that arousal overcome her inhibitions.

She started to wank herself faster, pushing and pulling her finger inside her. "That's it Sam... that's it... Play with yourself... Watch me wank, watch me honey.... Oh jesus I want to be in you.. I want to feel you around me... Use two fingers baby... Use two.. That's it... Doesn't that feel better? ... My god I want to... Oh jesus Sam... I'm going to come on you... Watch me, watch me, I'm about to come all over you... You're making me come, just you Sam.... Oh god you look so good."

The smell of her juices filled the air, her hips started bucking, one hand coming up to squeeze at her breasts.

"Sam, we're going to do this again, every time you stay, we'll do this with each other. Do you promise me Sam? Will you do it? Will you wank for me every time? Will you let me wank over you and watch me do it?"

"Oh, yes, Andy, yes.... yes.... YES!" She came, her fingers stuffed deep inside her, her hips thrusting up towards me, and that sent me over the edge, my come bursting out to land on her, shoot after shoot, covering her tits, her stomach, her thighs. I kept on wanking till there was no more jizz to come, the last drops dribbling down my cock.

I slipped down to lay beside her, cuddling her, letting her know I still wanted her, helping her feel relaxed with me. I kissed her throat, her face, down to the top of her breasts, avoiding her mouth. I ran my hand over her body as well, rubbing my come into her body. She tried to kiss me on the mouth at one point, turning her mouth towards mine. I pulled away, and then dove down to kiss her neck, murmuring. "Not yet Sam... not yet... we'll kiss another time, after Angela has gone to the US... We'll make it special... Oh god Sam... You feel so good against me... I want to stay here all night ... but Angela might catch us..."

Her breath caught. "Andy, you said it will be OK! Oh god, what have we done?" A sob caught at the back of her throat.

"Sam, Sam, relax. It will be OK. Like I said, Angela told me to find another woman. But I think it's best if I tell her that you're that other woman, rather than her finding us in bed with each other, my come over your body. Come here baby." I pulled her over towards me, so that we were facing each other. I carried on calming her down, reassuring her, complementing her. It was like trying to calm a baby or a wild horse. It took a while, but I enjoyed it, feeling her naked against me, running my hands over her sides, her bum, her breasts, her thighs, drinking in her soft body in the dim light cast by the moon.

At one point, when I was laying half on top of Sam, I noticed a shadow move in the doorway - it was Angela. She edged forward to stand in the doorway, and I slid over, pulling Sam onto her side, her back to the door. I pulled her head into my shoulder, murmuring soft words directly into her ear so that she wouldn't hear Angela move. That brought our groins together, and I reached down to her upper thigh to pull it over me, pressing our groins closer together. My cock, relaxed for once, pressed into her cunt.

I could just about see Angela as she edged forward slowly into the moonlight. I kept Sam's head tucked into the crook of my neck. Angela reached down to her groin. She had the vibrator there, presumably turned off as I'd never heard it. She slowly slid it out of her cunt, and I could see how wet it was, glistening in the light. She brought it up to her mouth, and pushed the end of it in, sucking the first couple of inches, licking her own juices off. Then she slid it back into her cunt again, making it wet, withdrew it, and turned around. Bending over, she lined it up with her ass and started to push it in. I could see her asshole expand to accept it, and my cock started to grow against Sam's mound.

I shook my head slightly, held up five fingers to Angela as if to say "5 minutes", and waved her away. She got the hint and slid out of the doorway. A few seconds later, the light in the hall faded away slowly. My cock was still growing. Sam felt it, and pressed against me, causing it to rise even further. Then she pulled her hips away from mine, breaking the contact.

"Andy.... Not again. Please. I need some time to think."

I rolled her back onto her back, and leaned over her kissing her. "There's just one thing I want to do Sam, and then I'll go." I shifted myself so I was above her more directly, and started kissing her throat, her breasts, sucking a nipple, licking her stomach, sliding down the bed all the time.

"Andy, no, please..." she moaned quietly, but again, didn't try to make me go away. I went lower still, kissing her lower abdomen, the top of her mound, flicking my tongue between her lips, forcing my way in, caressing her clit. She groaned, "Oh god...", and one of her hands came down to press against my head. I pressed harder with my tongue, separating her lips, getting inside, and felt her start to moisten again. I licked up and down, in and out, up to her clit and back down again, her hand pressing harder on the back of my head, her breath coming faster, her hips bucking. My cock was fully hard by this time.

Then I slid off the bed, and stood up. "Sam honey... that's a little taster of tomorrow night...Now, I've got to go... Sleep tight." And so I left, in an unseemly hurry, but there was a reason. I closed her door tight behind me, knowing I'd hear it open if she came out, and I went up to my room. Angela had left it open, so I crept in and quietly closed the door behind me.

"Oh my god Andy, that was so fucking horny," she whispered from the bed. I slid in beside her, and she immediately reached down for my cock. "Oh what a surprise Andy, you're hard again. That girl's got some kind of hold over you."

As she started wanking me, I leaned over and kissed her, Sam's juices still on my lips and tongue. She pulled back at first, and then when she realised what it was, she rolled on top of me, still holding my cock, kissing me ferociously, licking up Sam's jizz, leveraging her hips around till we lined up, and then slamming her cunt onto me, taking my whole length in one go. She moaned into my mouth, then pulled back slightly. "You're a dirty bastard Andy... She tastes gorgeous, and I love you for it. Now fuck me for a while, and then I want you in my ass to finish what I started with the vibrator."

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Angela and I had some great sex that night. We kept it quiet, as I didn't want Sam hearing me back with Angela just after coming with her. I feel asleep curled up to Angela, and awoke to a nice bright Sunday morning.

I remembered that I was supposed to be sleeping downstairs, as far as Sam was concerned, and put on my boxers and a dressing gown and went to go downstairs.

Sam caught me red-handed coming out of my room. She was in the corridor in her pajamas, just coming out of her room. She stared for a second, and then her eyes filled up, and she ran back into her room.

Shit!.

I followed her in, finding her buried within the duvet.

"Sam honey, what's wrong?"

"After last night, you went running back to Angela? I can't believe you'd do that!"

I thought frantically. "Sam, it's not like that. I didn't have a choice. You saw the state I left in... I was naked and you'd gotten me aroused again... Angela caught me in the hall, and assumed I was coming back to her. What was I supposed to say? That I'd come over you already and that I was rubbing myself up and down you when we were both naked, and that's why I had an erection?"

She turned, saying nothing, but wiping her eyes. "You said it would be OK with her..."

"And I also said I'd tell her about you ... about us... when the time is right. I don't want her to think I just leapt into bed with you as soon as Angela said 'It's OK to sleep with other women', do I? How bad would that look?"

"Andy... I can't do this... It's not right."

She looked determined, and I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Sam, Sam... It's OK. Whatever you say. I just thought that you'd taken my advice about practicing before you get married, and wanted someone safe to practice with."

She looked shocked. "You PLANNED this?"

Oops. "No, no! That's not what I meant. I just sat last night wondering why you would suddenly be interested in me, flirting with me, when you weren't before, and that's all I could come up with. Was there another reason?" I knew there was - Angela had told her to flirt with me, but Sam wouldn't mention it.

"Er. No Andy, that's exactly it. Practice. Yes, that's it."

"OK then. Then let's stop here. You can still practice flirting and so on, but no touching. How does that sound. That way, Angela's not going to be upset, after all, she's aiding you in the flirting, right?"

She stared at me, open-mouthed. "You know?"

"Know what? She took you shopping and made you flaunt yourself in front of me. That's it, right?"

She looked away. "Yes, that's it.... Andy, just go... I think you're right... No more touching."

I went downstairs, and started breakfast for the crowd. Then went round waking everyone up, getting ready for the day ahead. Angela had breakfast, and then left, making her apologies to Sam. She spoke to me through the window of her car as she got ready to pull away, with Sam and Daniel out in the back garden.

"Andy, that was so dirty last night, kissing me with her juices on your mouth. Do you think I'll ever get to give you a blowjob after you've come in her?"

I looked at her, amazed at what went through this woman's head. "Maybe. She caught me coming out of my room this morning -"

"Oh Andy... Was she upset?"

"Yeah, she was. I explained that you caught me naked and erect in the corridor last night, and that I couldn't really say that I had a hardon for no reason. She seemed OK about that, but wants to go back to flirting only, no touching."

"Oh, you poor thing. However will you manage without a good cop of that girl's tits every day or two."

"I've no idea... but I'm sure I can think of something," I laughed. Then I looked at her breasts, under her jumper. "Such as... have you ever thought of a boob job?"

She glared at me, and wound the window up. Then she lifted up her jumper, and started playing with her tits, tweaking the nipples till they were erect. Then she ran a hand under her skirt, pulling it back, baring her legs, her thighs, and her pantie-less mound. She licked a finger, and ran it up her lips, rolling her head back and letting her eyes close, gradually pushing that finger into her, moaning in pleasure.

Then she opened the window a crack. "What a shame you'll never see me nor Sam do that again," she smirked, as she put the car into gear and drove off.

I waved as she left, thanking my lucky stars for bringing her into my life.

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Sam, Daniel, and I spent had a great lazy Sunday, spending the day larking about. I set up a small paddling pool in the garden, along with a water slide, and a good day was had by all. Sam was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, no bikini unfortunately. I was wearing some trunks (again, not the "Daniel Craig" ones), and I caught Sam looking at me a few times.

Around lunch time, I phoned Simone, and asked if she wanted to drop Stephen round to play with Daniel and to give me a break. She was delighted. A bit later, I heard the toot of a car horn, and I went round the side of the house to see Simone and Stephen standing there. She looked great, pale jeans, and a thin cardigan barely concealing her tits.

She smiled warmly as she saw me, and she sent Stephen off round the side to play with Daniel. Their laughter carried to us as she walked up to me.

"My my, Andy. I've never seen you in shorts before. I hadn't realised you were quite so large..." She blushed, "I mean, toned." She glanced admiringly over my torso and package.

"Simone, be nice. I know you must be awfully frustrated with not having Ken around, but there's no reason to make me feel uncomfortable."

She grimaced. "Huh. With him; or not with him: it's equally frustrating..." Her voice trailed off, and her glance lingered on my groin a moment too long. She caught herself looking, and embarrassedly looked up to my eyes again. We smiled at each other.

Hmm. Maybe she's interested. Angela's proposal that we take other partners whilst she's away suddenly came to mind, and was getting more appealing.

She kind of shook herself, and started to get back in the car.

"Why don't you stay Simone? Have a quick drink outside, we've got some Pimms on ice sat waiting?"

She pointed at the car. "Better not, I'm driving. But I'll have a coke or something?"

I lead her round to the back, and fetched her drink. We all chatted and played for a while, and I got the impression that Sam was a bit put out by Simone being there. The highlight of my day came when I went to refresh our cold drinks, and Sam came indoors at the same time, to head up to use the bathroom.

"Sam, I hope you're going upstairs to change into a bikini," I said, once we'd got into the house and away from the others.

She laughed, and replied "In your dreams. I'm going for a pee. Want to come and watch?"

"Oh no Sam, I think if we're not going to touch, then peeing on each other is a bit much."

She screwed up her face, telling me how gross I was. "Although," I continued, "if you need a hand to get yourself wet down there in other ways, you only need to ask."

"Andy, behave yourself. Angela's not even gone yet, and you've already tried to seduce me, and now you've got Barbie in your back garden with her plastic tits."

I looked at her. "I don't think they're plastic. Maybe I should go and feel them to make sure?"

"You'd love that, wouldn't you? You sad little man," she joked, as she went upstairs.

I took the drinks out to the gang, and a few minutes later, Sam came belting out of the house, running towards the slide, shouting at the boys to clear the deck. She slid down the slide on her front, water spraying everywhere, and crashed into the pool, the boys cracking up with laughter. Then she stood up and came over to Simone and I.

I realised something: she'd taken her bra off.

She came and sat beside us, joining the conversation, and as she talked, her nipples stiffened as the water dried on her. Jesus, I just wanted to rip her t-shirt off and start licking and sucking her tits myself, not stopping till she was groaning in ecstasy, begging me to fuck her.

I could feel my cock start to grow, so I hastily returned my attention back to the conversation. At a couple of points in the chat, Sam reached over to pat me on the thigh, each time moving further up, as if to mark out her territory against the interloper. Simone gave me a knowing smile when Sam wasn't looking, using her eyes to point out Sam's hand on my leg.

I gave a knowing smile back, and a slight shrug.

A bit later, Simone stood up, saying she'd better go, and she'd come round later to pick Stephen up. She walked up to me, leant over, lifted my chin with one hand, and planted a slightly-sensual kiss on my cheek, saying "Thanks for giving me some time to myself. I need it."

She waved goodbye to the boys, and Sam, and left. I watched her lovely ass wriggle away for a bit. When I turned back, Sam was staring at me.

"I can't believe that," she whispered. "She was all over you: laughing at your jokes, showing her cleavage off, kissing you there. And she turns around and your eyes are glued to her backside as she walks away."

I made sure the boys were distracted and not listening. "Sam, lots of people laugh at my jokes. And you can hardly complain about her cleavage when you have blatantly taken your bra off... and you look delicious, by the way. And the way you kept touching my thigh... I thought we'd said 'no touching', didn't we?"

"Well, I was warning her off. She's obviously after you, and Angela's not gone yet. She needed to know who you belonged to."

"And who's that Sam? Angela? Or you?" I laughed.

"Angela, obviously!" she exclaimed.

I ran my eyes down her body, obviously taking in her breasts under her t-shirt. "Really? What a shame?"

She blushed, telling me to be stop looking as the boys would see. I kept on looking, letting my eyes drop down to her groin, and her legs. I licked my lips, pursing them, and then ran my eyes back up past her tits to her face.

"Andy, please..." she sighed.

"Please what? Stop? Or carry on?" I reached across, placing my hand on her thigh, high enough up that she knew what I meant, but not so far that the boys would think anything odd. I squeezed, gently, and watched her nipples stiffen more. "Face it Sam... You were jealous."

"I was NOT!" she protested.

"Sam, Sam, Sam, you're only eighteen. I'm ... not. Trust me, I can read the signs. You were jealous."

She stood up, walked behind me, and then leaned over me, hugging me slightly, pressing her tits into my back. I could feel her erect nipples through her t-shirt. She ground her body a bit, sliding her nipples all over. "Maybe just a little bit. But you're still not touching me..."

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We larked about for the rest of the afternoon, then Simone phoned me.

"Hi Andy, I'm about to pick up Sam, but I'm wondering, are you alone right now? Or is Sam there? Or Angela, of course?"

"Sam's still here. Why? What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to talk a bit. It's been great having an afternoon to myself, but I need someone to talk to. You offered yesterday, and I thought..."

"Simone, that'll be fine." I stood up and started walking back indoors. "You can come over and talk if you want. The only thing is that Sam's still here. In fact, she's staying for a few days."

"Oh?"

"Oh, long story. And really hers to tell, so it's not my place to say anything. She needed a place to stay, and I had space."

"Andy, Andy. I think she's keen on you. Don't go breaking her heart."

"Simone!" I said, sounding fake-shocked. "How dare you suggest such a thing? No, honestly, it's not like that."

"Sure....."

"Simone, behave yourself. It's -"

"I mean," she interrupted, "who can blame her. She's young, attractive, sweet, looking for someone to whisk her away. You're mature, affluent, good-loo-" She stopped.

"Simone, the word you're looking for is 'good-looking', and yes, I know, who can blame her."

"God, men! You're all alike. You all think you're god's gift to women. Expect us to slave for you, look pretty in front of your peers, and then come just because you managed to get an erec- ...Ah, shit. Sorry Andy, it's not your fault.

I guess from that comment, and what she'd hinted at in McDonalds yesterday, that she and Ken had been having sexual problems. No wonder, I thought, if he's been screwing around. My mind flashed back to the time I'd seen him the pub snogging another woman.

"Hey, Simone, I understand. I've been through what you have, remember?"