What Happens in Spain Ch. 09

"Oh my god, I've dreamed of playing with these forever," he said, both hands cupping and fondling her tits. Moments later his left hand relinquished her breast to reach behind and find the zipper on the dress. In seconds, he'd dropped the zipper and pushed the dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. In less than 2 minutes after they entered the home, Irene found herself in just panties and shoes, her nipples hard and being played with, her panties soaked from her pussy. Truthfully that wasn't new, it had been going on for quite some time, the thought of what was to come had kept her aroused all evening long.

Ryan had been politely aggressive, every move he'd made had given her the opportunity to limit the interaction. The first time he'd kissed her, she'd immediately broken the kiss and left his room. The first time he'd fondled her, she'd admittedly allowed him to, but had broken away quite rapidly, but that night that she'd returned to his room, he'd known what she was there for. They both had, there was no polite offer to limit the interaction that night.

Here, with Albert, there was no "politely aggressive." Albert knew what he wanted, her body, and was taking it. His hand lowered to her belly, pulling her back against him where she could feel his hard iron jutting into her bottom, before it lowered even further, cupping her mound through her damp panties. "Oh, you're already wet," he whispered, before moving his mouth to her ear, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. She shivered, but moments later when his hand rose and slipped under the elastic, his fingers against her flesh, when his finger parted her lips and found her clit, she shuddered to the sensation. His hand pulled out of her panties and two handed his thumbs hooked them and pushed them down. They reached the falling point and fell down her legs landing on her shoes and feet. When she started to bend and reach for her shoes to unhook them, he stopped her. "No. Keep them on." Fumbling with her feet, she managed to free one and then the other foot, letting her panties fall straight to the ground. Suddenly she was totally nude, except for high-heels, in front of her girlfriend's husband. Momentarily the thought of Oscar and Maria crossed her mind, but she ignored them. Whether they were in the room on the far side, sitting right beside her, or in the bedroom or another room, she didn't know, she didn't look, and didn't care.

She felt Albert catching his own shoes with his toes and slipping them off before reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head. Pulling back a bit, he bent down and picked up his shoes, along with her panties and dress, rapidly moving them to a corner of the couch before standing next to her again, this time in front. "If you want what I've got, you're going to have to get it. Undo my belt." It was an order, not a request, and she understood that immediately. Looking up into his eyes she fumbled with his belt at first, glanced down to assist herself, and saw the seemingly huge bulge in his pants. When the belt came loose, she let her hand slide down across the bulge in his pants, squeezing the hard shaft through his pants rather than continuing to undo his pants even further.

"Maria said you have a thing for a big cock, is that right?" he said with a smirk. Irene sucked her lower lip between her teeth in response. "Sounds like we're matched, I've got a thing for nice tits, too," he said, his hands once again filling themselves with her breasts. He leaned forward, lifting her left breast and feeding her nipple into his mouth. His tongue skittered around the hard nub; as it erected even more his teeth closed until he had it trapped between them. Irene shivered from the stimulation, a shudder running through her body, and Albert changed to her other breast. Rising away from her breasts, his hand went to her cheek, and then to her shoulder, pushing down slightly. "He's not coming out to play until you undo my pants."

Understanding that he wanted her to kneel, she obediently dropped to her knees, her hands finding the buttons and zipper. He just stood and watched her as she fumbled with his pants, finally getting them undone. Once the zipper was open, she pulled on the pants, stopping and adding his underwear at the same time. Pushing both down together they caught on his cock until it sprang free, nearly hitting her in the face. His pants dropped free once they got below his thighs and he stepped out, now totally nude just as she was.

On her knees, she examined his erection, now just inches from her face. She couldn't help but compare to Ryan, and truthfully couldn't tell much difference. The head of his cock was extending through the uncircumcised foreskin, so at the moment Albert's penis looked almost like Ryan's circumcised version. The head was a bit smaller, but somehow it "looked" harder. Ryan's cock had stuck nearly straight out of his body, only slightly pointing upward, whereas Albert's pointed upward, at least a 45-degree angle. Albert's cock had a banana shape, curving up; Ryan's cock had been mostly straight, only slightly curved. When she reached up and gripped it with one hand, she could feel the difference in circumference, just slightly less than Ryan's thicker one, but also confirmed that Albert was definitely harder than Ryan had ever been. Solid and extremely hard, it really felt like it had a bone inside.

"Umm," Albert cooed, "Like it? I know you do." He watched her as her hand slowly stroked him, marveling at how the skin slipped around the rock-hard shaft inside. "Take it in your mouth," he ordered, and Irene realized she'd been waiting for him to say just exactly that. Although she knew she was going to fuck him, she'd long ago decided that, having him totally in charge, having him dictate exactly what they were going to do, turned her on immensely. Gladly she leaned forward and guided him into her mouth, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. His hand came down onto the back of her head, just guiding - not forcing, and her eyes closed as she marveled at the rock-hard feel of it in her mouth. The ultra-smooth skin of his glans pressed to the inside of her cheek, her tongue slithering around it, feeling the edge, which elicited another groan of pleasure from him. "Oh, God, that's so good..." he said, his hand going to the top of her head, following the movement as she pleasured his cock.

"Come here," he directed, stepping back slightly, pulling his cock from her mouth, and reaching for her armpits. Lifting, she rose with him and then he pressed her backwards to the couch. She sank to the edge, her legs naturally spreading, and he stepped forward against her, pressing his cock between her breasts. She knew instantly, just as she had with Ryan, that he wanted to fuck her boobs, his hand coming down to push them together. She raised her own hands, taking over from him to push them around his cock.

Although his cock slipped between her breasts, it wasn't easily, and after a couple of strokes and remembering the sensuous feel of Ryan's cock between her breasts, she looked back up and said, "Have you got any lube?" Albert smiled and said he'd be right back, and pulled away, walking toward the back of the house.

Irene had been ignoring Maria and Oscar; truthfully, she hadn't looked and didn't know where they were, but now as her eyes followed the departing Albert, she found herself inadvertently looking across the room at Maria - and Oscar's back. Maria was leaning back in the easy chair she was in, her eyes catching Irene's, a smile crossed her face as she acknowledged her friend. She'd had a skirt and blouse on for dinner, the blouse was now unbuttoned and pulled open, her bra lifted above her pert breasts. A small pile of light blue material on the floor Irene realized was Maria's panties. Even if she hadn't seen the panties, the skirt pulled up almost to her waist showed that she was now naked beneath the skirt.

Oscar, still fully clothed, was kneeling on the floor in front of Maria, his face buried in her pussy, his forehead pushing against the skirt material bunched above her naked pussy. Maria's hand was resting on the back of his head, whether guiding or just acknowledging, she didn't know. Although she realized she'd heard their voices after they'd come into the house, concentrating on Albert and concentrating on ignoring them, she hadn't understood anything that had happened between them. I hope she likes it, he's not as good as Ryan, ran through her mind, just as she heard Maria say "Up... a little more... oh, yeah! Right there. Now stay there!" and realized she was holding his head in place. She couldn't help but remember all the times that Oscar had gone down on her - and although sometimes he had managed to get her off with his tongue, she suddenly realized just from the tone and words that he wasn't naturally being very good with Maria.

Despite that she'd told Oscar she was going to be with Albert, and that Maria would be watching and expecting to entertain and be entertained by Oscar, she'd never really put it as a thought that "maybe" she'd be seeing Oscar and Maria together, too. That she might see him eating Maria's pussy, or fucking her pussy, or more specifically her ass as that's what Maria had said she really craved, she really hadn't thought about the possibility of watching them. She turned her head away, not desiring to see her husband attempting to pleasure her friend anymore, instead closing her eyes and letting her hands slide up and over her own body. A shiver ran through her as her hands caressed her nipples. Another shiver as she slid one hand between her legs, her finger finding how wet she was, despite Albert not yet having even touched her there, and of course the lightning bolts of pleasure as she touched her clit. She sensed a motion and, opening her eyes, they lit immediately on Albert's engorged cock where he was again directly in front of her face. It glistened with the slippery liquid that he'd just spread over it, and as she watched he held out the bottle, already opened, and turned it so that drops of the slippery substance dribbled between and onto her breasts. He moved forward, straddling her legs and once again placed his magnificent erection between her boobs.

She didn't have to be told to hold her breasts together, nor to open her mouth and take his cock in or tongue it as he reached the apex of his stroke. Fucking her tits in slow motion, he stopped at every upstroke for a few seconds allowing her to tongue or suck on him. Closing her eyes, she savored the contact with her body, and couldn't help but compare her two lovers in her mind. Again, she realized that although Ryan's cock had been perfect in every way, Albert's was slightly slimmer, and harder; also perfect, but different. There was no give to the flesh under her lips and tongue and teeth, Albert was just slightly harder, Ryan was slightly bigger.

She felt Albert twisting a bit as his hand slid down her belly, his fingers finding her hair, her slit; a shudder as his finger strummed her clit. She knew she needed no more foreplay, and opening her eyes, she relaxed the pressure on her breasts, sliding her hands forward to wrap around Albert's erection. Leaning forward she took him in her mouth, her hand wrapped around the shaft and stroking as she sucked him.