Apologies for the delay
Particularly to those who’ve PM-ed me. It’s been a bad time at work, and I’ve been carrying work home too. Just managed some time off in office, let’s see how far I manage to write….
The walk back from the beach to the hostel was a lot more brisk than the lazy stroll to the beach in the morning. For one, I was dying to get away from the sun, and I guess all of us were in a hurry for ‘action’. There were the usual naughty references to me. I remained the goody-good sport.
At one point I did ask the boys about the blaring music in their room last night. They said they were merrily sozzled and had decided to hoof it. Well after midnight?? By themselves??? Or had they brought up a few floozies (I knew they hadn’t, but it was nice to pretend)? No floozies, they laughed – just by themselves, stripping and dancing. I found myself saying, ‘what a waste’ – that got them in spits.
When we reached the hostel, I told them that we’d catch up after a shower. Where were they planning to have lunch? They said they’d go out and pick up some more beer and sandwiches and that we could meet up in their room, if that was ok with me. Sounds good, I said – but depends on what hubby has in mind. That hit them (they appeared to have forgotten all about my dear hubby!). Wails and whines followed – o’ no, please, why can’t you convince him, come on, etc. etc. I said, ok – if he wants to join us, you guys better not have a problem. They beamed, I smiled (I knew it had worked!). Told them I’d be with them in half an hour or so.
Hubby had been in the room all the while, starkers, guzzling & wanking. When I knocked, he opened the door, grabbed me and threw me on the bed. Every little detail of the morning he made me narrate, and came twice as I narrated (précis form, bcoz as I kept reminding him, we had a date with the boys in half an hour) and jerked him off. My narrative over, he was begging for more details. I told him there was no time – unless he wanted to give the REAL ACTION a miss. He had no choice, so he let me go in for a shower, but not before making a ‘small’ abortive attempt to enter me doggie. ‘Small’ bcoz he just couldn’t get it up after all that guzzling and wanking!
I showered hurriedly (it was already past the my promised half hour), got into a kerchief panty and a tight-tight white bra-strap top that had much of my boobs out, and was getting into my shortest wraparound when there was a knock on the door. I rushed into the bathroom, hubby opened the door. It was one of the boys. Aren’t you joining us, he asked hubby. Sarah’s just getting ready, hubby said –be there soon. WE ARE READY, was the boy’s suggestive reply, and when hubby told me that I knew it was Mr Cocky who had come to our room.
My loving cuck behind me in shorts and a Tshirt, I walked like his true slut across to 104 and knocked. ALL of them opened the door – with woooos & wows again. I remember that moment till this day. I was swooning and somehow managed to steady myself. My smile, I guess, covered up for my state – my pussy was dripping and I could feel it.
They had music on, and all four of them where screaming their gratitude above it to hubby – till I told them to put the music down.
I must say the boys and hubby handled it ever so well. There was not one bit of tension of any kind. The beer helped. Hubby said, it seems you all had a great time this morning. I tried to be coy. But the boys, led by Mr Cocky, opened up. In no time they were talking about my body, with hubby going into graphic details. Then he asked me to get up and do a 360-degree for the boys. Which I did, to such deafening applause that I promptly sat down again – telling them that I don’t want a repeat of last night, with the management coming up and creating a scene. That got them to calm down somewhat. Hubby asked what had happened last night. Before the boys could reply, I did. They were dancing. Dancing? Yes, and stripping.
I could see that glint in hubby’s eyes. Not one to lose a ‘cucky chance’, hubby said: Sarah did miss something, didn’t she?
The boys took the bait. Last night was just a rehearsal, said one of them (surprisingly, it was not Mr Cocky this time). They were guffawing now. I was giggling. Hubby said something like, oye, oye. The music went up. And the boys were on the ‘floor’.
Hubby & I kept applauding them as their clothes went flying all over. And I must say, they appeared to be real pros when it came to raunchy gyrations and pelvic thrusts. I was getting hornier and hornier. Down to their jocks, they’d come up to me, in turns, to the rhythm of the music, and thrust their huge hardons on to my face. I would scream and pull my face back. No one touched me yet.
They were some teasers! The jocks refused to come off – despite hubby’s goadings and my pleadings. They would push them down an inch or so, just enough for me to catch the sight of some boyish hair, and then they’d pull up the jocks again. Finally, when I said (jokingly) I’d rather go down to the beach, Mr Cocky asked whose snake I wanted to see first? I said ALL. Pat came Mr Cocky’s reply: GREEDY SARAH!
We all laughed. Hubby butted in and said, ok the biggest one first. That’s mine, said Mr Cocky, and all four of them laughed.
After much persuasion from me (and also the other boys & hubby), Mr Cocky agreed. He wanted me to take off his jocks, but he insisted that I strip down to my bra and panty and dance a slow number with him before he let me do that. I didn’t want to agree that easily. So I screamed NO! But hubby and the other boys felt it was a great idea and that I was being a spoil sport.
I tried to tease and delay things. I am not wearing a bra, I said. ALL THE BETTER, came Mr Cocky’s reply. One of the other boys had, by then, changed the CD and a slow number was playing already (I didn’t recognize the song). I said ok, who’s helping me? I got up. One of the boys came and helped me take my top off (he tried to play with my boobs, but Mr Cocky said, NOT ALLOWED!). Everyone was cheering now. One boy helped me out of my wraparound (didn’t try any trick, though). And there I was, just in my panty – facing Mr Cocky who was in his jocks, facing me. We were a good 10-12 steps away from each other. And believe me, except for the soft music, there was silence in the room. Cocky & I stared eye-to-eye. I didn’t move, neither did he. Till hubby said something and I realized that Mr Cocky would not move to me. So I moved to him. Not a word from any one. This was some mood swing!
When I reached him, I just melted into his arms. My boobs against his chest. My arms around his neck. His both hands on my butt, forcing me to grind my pussy against his cock (he was HARD). We kissed for an eternity. NOBODY in the room uttered a word. We moved (it was no dance!), I brought my one hand between my pussy and his cock and started fondling him. In no time, I had his cock out (it was nice and big, but not the biggest I’ve handled), he had my panty down to below my hips. I guided his cock between my legs & locked it there. We were still ‘moving’ somewhat and kissing really deep, he was fondling my boobs. And soon, we were grinding again – it was heavenly! His cock rubbing gently against the lips of my pussy.
The ‘dance’ continued. I had no track of time. But then he came, between my legs. I felt his jizz up there, then travelling down. His body took a while to ease. Nobody in the room knew what had happened and when – till his body really eased, and I broke away. I remember holding his cock and looking down at my legs. I laughed. He laughed. Then hubby and the other boys realized what had happened. They all burst out laughing and cheering!
Can’t imagine I’ve written so much today. Whew! More later. Enjoy!
Particularly to those who’ve PM-ed me. It’s been a bad time at work, and I’ve been carrying work home too. Just managed some time off in office, let’s see how far I manage to write….
The walk back from the beach to the hostel was a lot more brisk than the lazy stroll to the beach in the morning. For one, I was dying to get away from the sun, and I guess all of us were in a hurry for ‘action’. There were the usual naughty references to me. I remained the goody-good sport.
At one point I did ask the boys about the blaring music in their room last night. They said they were merrily sozzled and had decided to hoof it. Well after midnight?? By themselves??? Or had they brought up a few floozies (I knew they hadn’t, but it was nice to pretend)? No floozies, they laughed – just by themselves, stripping and dancing. I found myself saying, ‘what a waste’ – that got them in spits.
When we reached the hostel, I told them that we’d catch up after a shower. Where were they planning to have lunch? They said they’d go out and pick up some more beer and sandwiches and that we could meet up in their room, if that was ok with me. Sounds good, I said – but depends on what hubby has in mind. That hit them (they appeared to have forgotten all about my dear hubby!). Wails and whines followed – o’ no, please, why can’t you convince him, come on, etc. etc. I said, ok – if he wants to join us, you guys better not have a problem. They beamed, I smiled (I knew it had worked!). Told them I’d be with them in half an hour or so.
Hubby had been in the room all the while, starkers, guzzling & wanking. When I knocked, he opened the door, grabbed me and threw me on the bed. Every little detail of the morning he made me narrate, and came twice as I narrated (précis form, bcoz as I kept reminding him, we had a date with the boys in half an hour) and jerked him off. My narrative over, he was begging for more details. I told him there was no time – unless he wanted to give the REAL ACTION a miss. He had no choice, so he let me go in for a shower, but not before making a ‘small’ abortive attempt to enter me doggie. ‘Small’ bcoz he just couldn’t get it up after all that guzzling and wanking!
I showered hurriedly (it was already past the my promised half hour), got into a kerchief panty and a tight-tight white bra-strap top that had much of my boobs out, and was getting into my shortest wraparound when there was a knock on the door. I rushed into the bathroom, hubby opened the door. It was one of the boys. Aren’t you joining us, he asked hubby. Sarah’s just getting ready, hubby said –be there soon. WE ARE READY, was the boy’s suggestive reply, and when hubby told me that I knew it was Mr Cocky who had come to our room.
My loving cuck behind me in shorts and a Tshirt, I walked like his true slut across to 104 and knocked. ALL of them opened the door – with woooos & wows again. I remember that moment till this day. I was swooning and somehow managed to steady myself. My smile, I guess, covered up for my state – my pussy was dripping and I could feel it.
They had music on, and all four of them where screaming their gratitude above it to hubby – till I told them to put the music down.
I must say the boys and hubby handled it ever so well. There was not one bit of tension of any kind. The beer helped. Hubby said, it seems you all had a great time this morning. I tried to be coy. But the boys, led by Mr Cocky, opened up. In no time they were talking about my body, with hubby going into graphic details. Then he asked me to get up and do a 360-degree for the boys. Which I did, to such deafening applause that I promptly sat down again – telling them that I don’t want a repeat of last night, with the management coming up and creating a scene. That got them to calm down somewhat. Hubby asked what had happened last night. Before the boys could reply, I did. They were dancing. Dancing? Yes, and stripping.
I could see that glint in hubby’s eyes. Not one to lose a ‘cucky chance’, hubby said: Sarah did miss something, didn’t she?
The boys took the bait. Last night was just a rehearsal, said one of them (surprisingly, it was not Mr Cocky this time). They were guffawing now. I was giggling. Hubby said something like, oye, oye. The music went up. And the boys were on the ‘floor’.
Hubby & I kept applauding them as their clothes went flying all over. And I must say, they appeared to be real pros when it came to raunchy gyrations and pelvic thrusts. I was getting hornier and hornier. Down to their jocks, they’d come up to me, in turns, to the rhythm of the music, and thrust their huge hardons on to my face. I would scream and pull my face back. No one touched me yet.
They were some teasers! The jocks refused to come off – despite hubby’s goadings and my pleadings. They would push them down an inch or so, just enough for me to catch the sight of some boyish hair, and then they’d pull up the jocks again. Finally, when I said (jokingly) I’d rather go down to the beach, Mr Cocky asked whose snake I wanted to see first? I said ALL. Pat came Mr Cocky’s reply: GREEDY SARAH!
We all laughed. Hubby butted in and said, ok the biggest one first. That’s mine, said Mr Cocky, and all four of them laughed.
After much persuasion from me (and also the other boys & hubby), Mr Cocky agreed. He wanted me to take off his jocks, but he insisted that I strip down to my bra and panty and dance a slow number with him before he let me do that. I didn’t want to agree that easily. So I screamed NO! But hubby and the other boys felt it was a great idea and that I was being a spoil sport.
I tried to tease and delay things. I am not wearing a bra, I said. ALL THE BETTER, came Mr Cocky’s reply. One of the other boys had, by then, changed the CD and a slow number was playing already (I didn’t recognize the song). I said ok, who’s helping me? I got up. One of the boys came and helped me take my top off (he tried to play with my boobs, but Mr Cocky said, NOT ALLOWED!). Everyone was cheering now. One boy helped me out of my wraparound (didn’t try any trick, though). And there I was, just in my panty – facing Mr Cocky who was in his jocks, facing me. We were a good 10-12 steps away from each other. And believe me, except for the soft music, there was silence in the room. Cocky & I stared eye-to-eye. I didn’t move, neither did he. Till hubby said something and I realized that Mr Cocky would not move to me. So I moved to him. Not a word from any one. This was some mood swing!
When I reached him, I just melted into his arms. My boobs against his chest. My arms around his neck. His both hands on my butt, forcing me to grind my pussy against his cock (he was HARD). We kissed for an eternity. NOBODY in the room uttered a word. We moved (it was no dance!), I brought my one hand between my pussy and his cock and started fondling him. In no time, I had his cock out (it was nice and big, but not the biggest I’ve handled), he had my panty down to below my hips. I guided his cock between my legs & locked it there. We were still ‘moving’ somewhat and kissing really deep, he was fondling my boobs. And soon, we were grinding again – it was heavenly! His cock rubbing gently against the lips of my pussy.
The ‘dance’ continued. I had no track of time. But then he came, between my legs. I felt his jizz up there, then travelling down. His body took a while to ease. Nobody in the room knew what had happened and when – till his body really eased, and I broke away. I remember holding his cock and looking down at my legs. I laughed. He laughed. Then hubby and the other boys realized what had happened. They all burst out laughing and cheering!
Can’t imagine I’ve written so much today. Whew! More later. Enjoy!
