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•July 6, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Copyright © Frank T. Fagos 2011
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Now available on Kindle…  or in paperback.

It’s here!!!

•March 21, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Just a note, finally got my own copy of my own book. There is definitely something ‘real’ when it’s printed on paper… although I did spot three or four errors that I never saw before in pixel form. Luckily just ‘and’ instead of ‘an’ and that sort of thing. For those of you who have read it, I of course apologise.

As ever, I hope you enjoyed it despite the odd mistake.

FtF

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Too Damn Hot…

•February 18, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Well, Dear Avid Reader…

Although quite a lot of my attention was being diverted to my recent publication there was still a bit of my mind that continued to dwell in other corners. Here’s a little consideration of things meteorological! As ever I hope you enjoy and maybe, just maybe work up a little … sweat(?).

FtF

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Fwup!

Fwup!

Fwup!

Each time a blade of the ceiling fan sweeps in our direction I feel the tiniest breaths of air across my flesh.

It’s just not enough; I let my eyes follow a single blade around its tiny orbit and then I try to fix my gaze at a point on the cracked ceiling within its arc. The microscopic respite I feel as the hot air shifts over my sweat soaked flesh is just enough for my nerves to register how unbearably hot it is in between the beats of the blades above.

“Fuck” I whisper unable to believe that Jolie lying beside me can sleep at all. I roll my head and look at the dark skinned body beside me and feel the usual stir within my loins. The air from within my lungs feels like it’s rising from an oven as opposed to the oxygen I’m inhaling from a furnace. I allow my gaze to roam over her form. She shifts fractionally, a murmur escaping her lips as if she can feel the weight and heat of my eyes upon her. I bite my lip as I see the almost black nipple atop her slowly rising and falling chest and a simple autonomic response prevails and a little extra blood gets diverted within me.

“Too hot…” I mutter to myself but my flaccid cock swells and unfurls a fraction as my eyes focus on a point, just millimetres from my lover’s soft nipple as a tiny bead of sweat begins to form. The light of the half-moon reflects of the tiny droplet as the light streams through the open window, the curtains rippling a fraction with just the hint of a breeze from off the Caribbean Sea and I lick my lips, imagining the saltiness of that tiny pearl of sweat upon the tip of my tongue.

The thought of the taste alone within my mind is enough for my cock to stop ‘wondering’ about the idea and to start swelling with a determination that has it actually aching before it is even half erect. I turn onto my side, shifting down on the cotton sheet to stare closer at Jolie’s breast. Satellite beads are forming around the first as it grows and swells; the weight of the secreted fluid starting to warp as gravity fights against the attraction to her flesh. I feel my own nipples harden in sympathy as she mutters quietly in her sleep and I tentatively reach out with a finger; aware of the heat from her dark flesh even though I’m not touching it.too-damn-hot

The spell breaks/is cast as the droplet runs down over the curve of her rising and falling bosom following the path of least resistance and picking up a few of the satellite beads on the way, causing it to swell and roll down her obsidian flesh faster. I have to move my finger fractionally as its path meanders and I feel it connect with the tip of my finger. I bite my lip as I feel my own secretions; on my flesh and from the eye of my fully hardened cock. Goose-bumps briefly erupt down my side in a vain attempt to counter the hot humid atmosphere and I brush my finger across my lips savouring her perspiration.

I drop my hand down between us as delicately as I removed the drop of sweat from my lover’s body, lifting the heavy pearl of my pre-cum from the eye of my cock. I grin at the ‘independent’ frustration of my erection as my finger moves away and my hand, startlingly pale against her almost night-dark flesh in the cold light of the moon, moves up Jolie’s body following her curves within a fraction of an inch forbidding myself any direct contact. My eyes glance upwards as she shifts slightly and I see her pupils shifting beneath their lids and her tongue briefly appear moistening her lips. For a second I’m tempted to transfer my body’s saltiness to her lips but I resist and return my attention to her chest.

I hold my hand above her, the finger with the heavy translucent pearl of my precum hanging downwards; just above her soft nipple. I watch as it rises and falls as she inhales and exhales and each time I lower my hand a fraction like some strange and non-fatal sword of Damocles. My cock throbs, demanding attention and offers a second droplet as if in bribery but for this moment in time it has no chance as the gap steadily shrinks. My heart thuds loudly in my chest as Jolie takes a deeper breath and contact is made.

It appears that my pre-cum likes my lover’s flesh more than my own as almost all of it transfers to her. A thin thread links the two and stretches as I lift my hand up. I stifle a moan as I watch fascinated as my lover’s nipple grows; swelling rapidly seemingly drawn by this one fragile filament of cohesive fluid. Even though it was exactly what I hoped for, the result causes a massive jump in my temptation and desire as always; every single time I’ve tried and largely failed to resist my Jolie’s hard, long nipples.

I start to lean forward and my lover grumbling under her breath turns away from me onto her side. She shifts for some moments; her subconscious maybe demanding a more comfortable or less-hot position, as one hand slips from beneath her and lies parallel to her back as one leg stretches down and the other bends upwards. My own chest rises and falls as I inhale deeply knowing that any aspect of my lover’s body is a source of desire to me and I spend a few moments just gazing up and down her body. From the paler skin beneath her feet, up her legs, over that wonderful ass, dipping down to her waist and up her spine to her braided hair, sprawling across the pillow covering her face.

Briefly I lick the remains of my seed from the tip of my finger and ignore the demands of my insistent member to simply ‘fuck her’. I look down and see her hand open between us and shift forward a fraction and gently lay my hard shaft into the palm of her hand. Her fingers close a fraction but then still as I return my attention to her body. Gently I reach up and one by one shift the heavy braids to reveal her slender neck. Another mutter escapes from her lips and her hand flexes before relaxing beneath my erection.

… “Too damn hot!” she had said when we had crawled into bed and at the time my own libido had been in agreement but that was then and this was now. For the past week our love-making had always been in the morning when it was significantly cooler. As the days had passed the mercury had risen higher and even the locals were showing signs of lethargy with the near 100% humidity. This poor boy from the Emerald Isle had availed himself of every patch of shade and every available body of water at every chance.

Jolie’s own genetic make-up meant that at least she could find some sleep even if it sleeping-joliewasn’t the deep and total sleep she got cocooned beneath a high-tog duvet back in our flat in the winter time. The hot nights were where I suffered; tossing and turning and only getting brief snatches of REM and yet this last week had been on an entirely new level. Tonight had been following the same path till that tiny drop of sweat had formed on my lover’s nipple and ‘little-brain’ had begged/demanded attention. I took my time and examined every square inch of my lover’s body before me. Although tonight the devil upon my shoulder was in full agreement with my aching cock and it wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer!

I reach down, opening my hand flat and gradually draw it over my lover’s ass, just a few millimetres from her flesh, able to feel the heat rising from her body and yet not touching it. I’d done this many times when sleep denied me and I wondered if Jolie had any idea how many times I had resisted disturbing her and eventually taken myself in hand, often beside the bed looking at the curves beneath a heavy duvet; just the mop of hair peeking out. I knew with her naked beside me, (no longer a thought in the back of my mind) that no matter how hot it was (maybe because it was so hot) it wasn’t going to end like that tonight!

Staring closely at her flesh I could see the tiny hairs that covered her flesh struggling to rise as my hand passed over; the grip of that fine sheen of sweat refusing to relinquish its grip. The pitiful breeze from the fan above failed dismally to cool either of us though that minute draft running across my own flesh and particularly around my crotch was exquisite. My lover mumbles as my hand again resumes its journey down her body following the contours as close as I dare. My cock throbs, twitching upon Jolie’s hand, begging, for me to take it in my own hand or slide it against her sleeping form.

My teeth press into my lower lip as I feel a heavy dew drop of my precum seeping from the eye of my hard aching cock. I let my hand drift over the semi-sphere of her gorgeous right cheek and down to my rock hard member. I draw in a deep breath as it twitches against my hand pressing it against my lover’s, whose fingers flex in response. I shift fractionally closer pulling back on my foreskin revealing my sensitive, slick glans. Staring down between us I draw it up off her palm knowing that I leave behind a tell-tale smear and raise it across the curve of her cheek and into the valley of her ass.

“Oh god” I whisper and an indiscernible mutter escapes from my lover’s lips in response as I slowly draw my cock downwards, my eyes riveted to the shimmering trail I leave behind. My chest deflates as I slowly release my breath and let my aching cock head nestle between the tops of her thighs wondering, hoping that the extra slickness I can feel is from her pussy and not just my own imagination. A further mumble escapes her lips as I lay still wondering if she will wake.

My heart beats heavily in my chest and apart from the wildlife outside the window and the regular ‘frup’ of the fan all else remains silent. Carefully I ease myself up on my left elbow and look down at my lover; both arms bent up in front of her face, hands together almost as if in prayer. I let my eyes roam across her naked form seeing the bottom curve of her breast beneath her upper arm. Carefully I slide my hand over her, the flat of my palm once again bare millimetres from her flesh and draw it up over her stomach.

Consciously I twitch my member as it rests just beneath her ass; the heat of the night and the heat of her flesh feeling even hotter as I reach the swell of her dark skinned breast. Jolie mutters again and shifts before me; a small twist of her right leg squeezes my glans more and her right arm slides upwards obligingly exposing the full beauty of her bosom to my view. “Yes” I breathe as I cup my hand and cover her breast feeling her nipple beneath my palm, soft at first and then slowly growing till it presses firmer and then hardening completely.

It takes all my self-control, (which I know is quickly eroding) not to simply catch it between my fingers and squeeze and twist and pull upon it. Her chest rises and falls quicker causing the little nub of flesh to slide across my calloused flesh and again she shifts her legs and stirs; this time her thighs opening and releasing my glans from their pleasurable grasp. I ease my hips forward a fraction, my cock head sliding upwards and feeling the shallow cleft of her quim against it.

Jolie releases a soft sigh and for the first time I’m sure that I can sense dampness from her slit that isn’t to do with the heat or humidity of the atmosphere. Very carefully I shift my hips forward the tiniest fraction of an inch, briefly closing my eyes as I savour the intimate detail of her slit against my painfully throbbing glans. In my mind all there is to see is the dark flesh of her mound slowly shifting and the slick, red flesh within spreading as her quim opens and my slippery glans nestles against it.

Her erect nipple presses harder against my palm as she inhales deeply, my hand cupping her full breast and an indecipherable mutter escaping from her mouth. Her outer lips peel apart even more and it takes all my self-control not to thrust my hips upwards as I feel the upper side of my glans snuggling into the wetness and heat of her vulva. I grind my teeth as my shaft twitches pushing firmer into Jolie’s quim and my fingers press softly into the flesh of her bosom.

I barely stifle a gasp as Jolie shifts her hips back towards me and her hot, wet folds engulf my cock head completely. A long low murmur rises from my lover’s mouth as I taste the ferrous, coppery hint of my own blood as my own teeth dig into the flesh of lips. My body shudders, my hand twitching upon her breast and then I can’t believe and yet dwell completely in the sensation as my cock erupts flooding the entrance to my lover’s pussy with my seed.

“Ahhh… god” I whisper as I feel each individual jet of my ejaculate drive between the walls of Jolie’s semi-dilated pussy. My body shakes as my mind imagines my teenage self all those years ago, ‘a walking gland’ able to get hard and jack off within minutes just imagining the sensations I was surrendering to at this very moment.

Finally I feel my balls quiver and the last of my semen ooze from my cock’s eye and even though there is a colour of guilt to my thoughts at having simply used my girlfriend as a receptacle to my lusts I can feel the warm blanket of sleep washing up from whatever biological imperative is hardwired into my limbic system.

My eyelids shoot open as I feel Jolie’s pussy squeezing my glans, pulling my spent seed deeper inside her.

“If you think you’re gonna roll over and go to sleep, you got another think coming… shit for brains!” she whispers.

“I…I…I” I stuttered.

“Yes, you fucking did” she replied, “Now get down and clean up your mess…and if you’re really good… Wait…” she rolls her hips twisting my glans within her folds; “let me rephrase that! You get me off good and proper, then that cock better be nice and hard again and this time you deliver your spunk into my womb… after I’m satisfied and maybe, just maybe I’ll let you near me again before we’re due to go home!”

I look at the dark shape before me twist about and watch as her arms raise and feel her fingernails dig into my scalp and push my head down over her breasts and past her stomach. My hand slipped under her thighs as I slide between her thighs. “Not my fault” I excuse myself, “You’re fault completely!” I state as I feel her nails dig harder into my scalp and I willingly form my lips over her mound, thrusting my tongues between her folds tasting her sweetness and the saltiness of my seed and our sweat…

“Yeah, yeah” she replies and I can hear the smile upon her lips, “Just suck that cunt clean like a good boy!”

I close my eyes and surrender all my senses to the task before me. A little smile plays about my lips as finally, even though the two of us are drenched in sweat, the night seems cooler now; or maybe it’s just not as hot as the sweet and salty pussy squeezing down on my tongue…

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What I’ve been up to…

•February 6, 2017 • 3 Comments

So… some of you already know but in recent months I have been polishing my…novel! The Tales of O’Neill have been published. Those self same also know that it is based on the short story within these pages called Curiosity which turned out to have a life of its own… at least within my mind. If anyone cares for a taster feel free to read it, no real spoilers and it became the ninth chapter within the book with a little tweak or two. I couldn’t not include it!

So, if you like you can find the kindle version here…full-cover-a

Or the book version here…..

As ever I do hope Dear Avid (hopefully) Reader that you enjoy my full length novel on the life of my reluctant vampire O’Neill as much as I enjoyed writing about him. Though the editing and the publishing, not so much.

FtF

Oh and if you’re curious about the Restricted Files, well they include a few bonus stories from within O’Neill’s world for those that have read the above…

 

2016; Can we start again, please?

•December 28, 2016 • 2 Comments

Well, dear Avid Reader…

I know I have been a poor avid scribbler or at least avid publisher but it has been one of those years or maybe ‘THE’ one of those years! I have been scribbling some but RL keeps getting in the way and also my own prevarication or procrastination isn’t helping. Personally there has been a cloud, albeit a potential cloud in some ways over my head, far worse in some ways than ’94 and yet with only three days to go nothing will probably happen…

…probably, 2016 seems to keep on taking from the very first and possibly to the very last! So many people who have given so much pleasure to others have died and the world does seem a lot poorer for it. We may disagree; I know we will disagree on the quality of some of them as I’m not one just to mourn or feel sorry for the famous just because they are famous as tragedy and sorrow are just as real for the un-famous and without the sympathy of strangers to help. There is also the cynical part of me that in a couple of cases has no feelings whatsoever for the passing of one or two.

Of course we still have the on-going horror of the Human Disease that continues to wage wars that on the whole take their toll on the innocents while people in safety, (hopefully believing they are right as the other option doesn’t bear thinking about) on different sides of the globe fan the flames. Any body count that isn’t quoted down to the single figures is inherently obscene. On top of which we have the ‘morally superior’ using the situations to promote their own agendas primarily through the politics of fear!

I have already talked upon this back when the populace here decided to leave Europe. And now Mr Trump will become Mr President apparently on a ticket of ‘looking after one’s own’. Although with the various statements attributed to him it does seem difficult to ascertain exactly what he is against and what he is for. “The internet will set us free”; I think I have talked about this and more so than ever it scares me that the exact opposite is happening.

I think the quote goes something like “You can fool all of the people some of the time or some of the people all of the time but you can’t fool all of the people all of the time.” Well, I’m not so sure. The very people who have enabled me to reach every country on the planet at one time or another have enabled those that I fear the very same and as programs and algorithms get ever more complex they can tell Jack all is well while they tell Mohammed the sky is falling.

And there’s the root of my problem with Brexit and the Presidential election and a few other things beside is that it all seemed to be a race as to who could get their lie out there first; by the time it is revealed to be such a 1000, 10,000, a million have seen it and we still have such faith in the printed, even pixelated word that we believe!

Finally I guess this atheist’s prayer is that 2017 can’t be any worse…

FtFagos

Something Borrowed… 4/4

•August 17, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Well, hello again Dear Avid Reader…

The fourth and final part but well over a third of the story! Well, sometimes I can’t help myself and I had to get our heroine to where i wanted too! All about placing the pieces in the right place just to knock them down… don’t worry, nobody dies! Although it is a little bit of a whodunnit! The other reason why this part is so long is simply weddings are so easy to write about as pretty much the entire structure is already there and just needs fleshing out.

Oh and if you haven’t read the first three parts…

As for those who have without further ado or procrastination here’s some unadulterated porn. Enjoy!

FtFagos

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Something New…

M-day!

I rolled over as the alarm beside the bed chirped ever more insistently for me to rise. My hand slipped across the chest of the person beside me and I only had the briefest of hesitations as I felt the smooth soft flesh of Fiona’s B-cups. I grinned even before I opened my eyes as this was another new experience for me; I’d never actually slept with a woman before (not sure there was much I hadn’t done in a bed with a woman but sleep wasn’t one of them) and feeling my friend’s nipple harden as my fingers brushed them I opened my eyes to see her face, mostly obscured by her long hair, turned towards me. I brushed her hair away and kissed her lips softly revelling in the smoothness of her face. I loved Alan deeply but that rough growth he exhibited on his chin even if he had shaved the night before wasn’t one of my favourite features.

Fiona stirred beneath me and even before she was fully awake her tongue slipped between my lips and her thighs parted as I slipped my own between them. A low moan escaped her mouth as the two of us shifted a little bit further and our mounds slid against one another and except for breaking our kiss to reach across and shut off the alarm clock we remained tightly embraced till both of us reached a pair of very satisfying orgasms.

“I could get use to this… shame you don’t have a nice fat cock though” I admitted to my friend.

Fiona looked up at me smiling, “The feeling’s mutual” she agreed and stroked my cheek; “Does Alan get the hump if you ask him to shave first thing, too?”

I nodded and laughed, “He does… boys; they have no idea just how irritating their beards are! Though when his head is between my legs, not so much.” Reluctantly I disentangled myself from my friend and slipped from the bed looking at my wedding dress hanging from the wardrobe; looking over my shoulder as Fiona rolled onto her side I grinned, “Well, things to do!”

The ceremony wasn’t till two-thirty in the afternoon and the time flew by as we got ready. It was almost a mistake to let Fiona shower with me and shave my pussy completely bald and it took all my will to push her mouth away when she insisted on ‘quality-controlling’ her efforts. After that slight issue the two of us were far better behaved and enjoyed the pampering of the hair-dresser and make-up sessions before I dressed in brand new underwear consisting of a white lacy set of corset, sheer knickers, suspenders and stockings and the obligatory garter belt.

Fiona helped me into my wedding dress that was just off-white with gold laces tied up my back that accentuated my ass and breasts just right. I’d opted for knee-length at the front dropping to half way down my calves at the back. “So a nice blancmange wasn’t tempting?” asked Fiona.

I looked at her Royal Blue Bridesmaid dress still on its hanger as she stood there in a dark blue lingerie; I raised an eyebrow, “Oh, you would have preferred a luminescent pink number with six foot wide skirts?”

“No” she admitted, “Thank you for having taste and no desire to sartorially torture your friend on your special day.”

“You’re welcome” I replied as she tightened the laces up my back.

“And thanks for a reasonable looking best man, too” she grinned.

“Nothing to do with me!” I admitted, “Have you and Harry come that far in a week?” I added.

“Well…no… but I can… dream” she grinned.

It was true, as normally was the case, that I had nothing to do with the choice of Martin. The truth was I barely knew him. In all the time I had known Alan his best friend since school had been working in the Far East and only ever got back once or twice a year and of those times sometimes my own busy work schedule meant that I didn’t even see him at all.

Still he was quite charming and as Fiona noted was very easy on the eye. I was very curious what his speech would be like and Alan was definitely nervous about it and had already asked for unconditional forgiveness just in case. I offered him it but did say there would be penance to pay which he remained hopeful would be a task he would be only too happy about.

Time was marching on and after Fiona stepped into her dress, zipping it up she went to see if the cars had arrived. I walked over to my dresser and opened up my jewellery box to put in my mother’s gold earrings, “Something old” I whispered and momentarily my mind went back to the view through the window the previous night and my slit gave a little twitch. I looked down, “Behave” I admonished myself. Earring in, I reached for the six inch square box that held a new gold necklace I had chosen consisting of alternate strips of gold of varying hues. I knew they would draw people’s eyes down to my cleavage that was relatively conservative considering what I had to work with,

I grinned thinking at least close up Alan would indeed have a good view as I opened the box. I stood there looking at the item that now sat within the hoop of the necklace that had definitely not been there the previous afternoon. “Oh my!” I whispered, “Something new…”

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With neither of my parents still alive I stepped up to Liz as we went to leave the house and asked “Would it be possible to borrow your husband?”

She of course said yes and I turned to Jack and asked “Would you possibly give me away?”

I had deliberately been evasive about who I would choose and both Jack and Liz had been surprised and honoured by my request although Liz did tell me off for ruining her make-up before she had even got to the church.the happy couple

A short limo drive later and an acceptable six minutes late I took hold of Jack’s arm as he walked me up the aisle, “You know you could do a whole lot better for yourself” he whispered conspiratorially.

A grin was spread across my face as I looked up to the altar and the groom and best man stood there. Alan I noted fidgeted a little but resisted the urge to turn back whereas Martin was happily (and I hoped flatteringly) whispering a commentary to his best friend. I almost laughed aloud as I looked up at Jack, “I could, but… he does have one or two good points… and I get to keep half now too!”

“Well, I reckon he gets the good stuff from his mother” he answered as we dutifully smiled to those lining the pews. I was thinking that at least one of Alan’s many talents he definitely seemed to get from his father judging from the previous night’s show; “You do realise you are the major bread winner… Alan gets half too!!!”

“Damn” I grinned and hugged Jack’s arm tighter as we stepped up to the altar.

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“I do” I grinned as Alan slipped the ring onto my finger and my eyes wandered down to the surprise kilt he was wearing.

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As the two of us stood outside the church to pose for the first of many photographs I asked “A kilt, really?… I’m not sure you have enough genetic material to qualify.”

“Yeah, Hawthorne isn’t your typical Scottish or Irish name but I’m sure there’s some… somewhere… and as Martin suggested for want of trying to get inside some Irish, ex-Miss Malone” he grinned, “ there’s definitely going to be some genetic transference!”

“And that’s the reasoning you’re going to use with the older generation?” I replied raising an eyebrow.

“Might take a little refinement, I agree” he answered.

“And what of the little…‘something new’ you left me?” I asked.

He turned towards me, the smile for the benefit of the photographer on his mouth and was just about to reply when Martin and Fiona were ushered up beside us. I grinned up at my husband and looked back to the photographer and resumed smiling for the sake of posterity.

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Eventually we all made it to the reception and were seated as the Master of Ceremonies announced that the ‘Father of the Groom’ would actually be saying a few words on behalf of the bride.

Jack stood and smiled as a round of applause rippled around the room. He paused and looked to his side at me before turning back to address the room. His chest swelled as he began; “It was a surprise this morning when Marie asked me to accompany her down the aisle so, don’t worry, there will be no long-winded speech but simply those thoughts I’ve had time to think about in the last couple of hours.”

“I can only imagine how her parents would have felt if they were here today,” he continued, “but, I do know that they simply couldn’t have been prouder of their daughter!” He turned and gazed at me and I smiled back half thinking if Alan turned out to be half the man his father was that I had indeed been lucky; “Before anyone suggests it, I can definitively say I have no conflict of interests here. In actual fact as we walked down the aisle I did try to convince Marie that she could do far better than my son!”

Laughter rippled back and forth across the room, increasing a notch when Alan protested the betrayal of his own ’blood’. Jack sent a withering look in his direction and simply asked if he was wrong to which he got a shake of his son’s head. I could feel tears already welling up in my eyes and I already knew that some repair work would be needed before long. “Marie is simply smart, funny, kind, beautiful, and I can say this as we are not related; one of the most gorgeous brides I have seen in a long time-ouch!” Loud agreements echoed from a few of the male guests and I felt myself blush deeply as I watched Jack rubbing his thigh looking down at his wife beside him.

“I did say a long time… at least thirty-six…wait, thirty-five years I mean!” he defended himself to his wife and another ripple of laughter ran around the room.

Once the laughter had settled down his raised his glass and all about followed suit as the waiters rushed to top up any empty glasses; “I give you the toast- The Bride… and well the groom!”

“THE BRIDE… and well the groom!” echoed the room and I felt myself blush a shade I didn’t think was humanly possible.

Once the toast had been drank Jack went to sit down but then hesitated as the Master of Ceremonies took his arm, handing him something and whispered in his ear. After a moment he straightened up and announced, “It seems we have a forgetful person in the room who will regret his lack of memory when he… or she gets home tonight!” He held up his hand a fob dangled from his fingers, “Someone’s garage remote?” he asked.

I, like everyone else, looked about the room for the owner but no-one stood. Jack smiled and continued “Well I better leave it open for you!” and pressed the button.

The shock was immediate and I had to clench my teeth together to prevent myself from groaning aloud. As it was I dug my fingers into Alan’s thigh through the thick fabric of his kilt as the small but intense vibrations filled my pussy. “Are you okay, babe?” he asked concernedly.

The forgotten duo-balls within me ceased their vibrations as quickly as they had begun but my quim still trembled in response and my already moist underwear got considerably damper. I looked at Alan and flicked my eyes downwards; “Something new…” I whispered to be met by a puzzled look.

“Well, I guess we don’t want to leave it open all day; I better close it for them” Jack suggested over my shoulder and even though I was prepared this time the sensations seemed even stronger as I thought of what my new father-in-law was actually doing to me.a wet bride

Alan leant closer concern replacing puzzlement and it took me a moment to answer with the realisation that my husband knew nothing about the gift I had assumed he left for me. “Nothing…honey… just the excitement” I excused myself seeing in his eyes that he didn’t fully believe my lie but was at a loss for any other explanation.

Jack placed the remote device on the table and I watched Liz pick it up and examine it and feared and yet hoped that another burst of vibrations were on their way to me. Relief and disappointment was mine as she placed it back on the table without pressing the button.

Behind us the Master of Ceremonies announced Alan’s speech and he gazed at me for a moment more before standing up to enthusiastic applause. Truthfully I didn’t pay that much attention to my new husband’s speech; I was doubly distracted as apart from my being now primarily centred around the heat emanating from my crotch; I was also trying to figure out who had placed the wonderful device in my jewellery box. I was convinced that it wasn’t Alan standing beside me and it was unbelievable that Jack or Liz had anything to do with it.

There had been quite a lot of visitors through our house over the last few days, anyone of which could have been the culprit though in truth my prime suspect was my Maid of Honour. I smiled at Fiona who grinned back as she caught my eye and I was at a loss that my best friend for so many years could hold such a ‘poker’ face. I turned my head and surveyed our audience till I found Harry watching Alan and actually listening (!) to his speech. What a good wife I’m turning out to be, I thought as I studied him. Less than a week ago anything beyond a light kiss and a hug would have been almost inconceivable outside of my masturbatory daydreams and the fantasies I indulged in with my toys.

My pussy tightened around the Duo-balls at the thought of Harry’s thick cock filling it after my Hen night. I suppressed the shiver that ran up my spine and found myself thinking it was definitely beyond even the newly discovered persona that I knew, especially if he was ‘working alone’. I was stumped as I glanced at the remote sitting just a few feet away along the table before resuming my wifely duties and paying attention to my new husband.

Alan brought his speech to a close and raised his glass as he looked down at me; “To my beautiful bride!” he toasted.

“TO THE BEAUTIFUL BRIDE!!!” chorused our family and friends and I felt myself blush deeply.

He sat down and leaned in and kissed me softly with a brief hint of tongue before a nervous look crossed his face as the Master of Ceremonies announced Martin’s turn. “Oh fuck” he whispered.

I took hold of his hand and assured him it wouldn’t be that bad or at least it will be brief. Martin’s grin at his best friend did nothing to dispel Alan’s nerves.

“Ladies and Gentlemen… the Groom and his Beautiful Bride… this is indeed a glorious day!” he began. He looked at his friend and feigned contemplation before continuing; “What can I say about Alan… well I’ve known him since Fresher’s week at university and the shy, unassuming teenager gave me no clue as to the natural-born reprobate I was to discover. I tried to keep him on the straight and narrow-“

“Liar!” interrupted Alan.

Martin grinned, “You see! Scratch the surface and the dark side is revealed!” he shot back; a ripple of laughter ran around the room and I patted Alan’s hand even though I was hoping for all the embarrassing details.. “You’ve had your turn Alan and it was a wonderful speech, now if you can, please behave in a civilised manner!”

Martin paused till Alan reluctantly nodded and then announced, “I’m not much of a speech-maker so I might have prepared some visual aids!” The Master of Ceremonies handed him a remote control and in a matter of seconds a projector revealed itself from the ceiling and an image of Alan as a baby appeared on a large section of unadorned wall. Someone dimmed the lights a fraction and Martin began his commentary; “Thank you Jack and Liz for these early depictions,” he glanced again at Alan; “Don’t worry my friend people were coming out of the woodwork to offer contributions!” Pictures flicked by and we watched Alan growing up before our eyes with only one or two embarrassing photographs from his teenage years. A large laugh erupted as we saw an incredibly long fringe covering most of his face at age sixteen. “Cousin It!” suggested Martin.

Alan was sinking into his chair beside me as we rapidly approached eighteen and sure enough there was a photo of a young man burdened by a large rucksack about to board a train. There were a couple more photographs of a studious Alan as Martin announced “And so ends our tale of innocence and the descent into decadence and debauchery begins!” The room erupted in laughter and Alan buried his face in his hands as an image of him obviously drunk and sitting on a pavement hugging a lamppost was revealed.

A few more snaps mainly of Alan holding up pints of beer or other alcoholic beverages and those close to the Head table laughed doubly loudly as Jack commented about how he thought he had been financing education and not inebriation.

“I have to say that Alan was easily influenced by those of lower morals than me,” his grin broadened at the ‘hrmmph!’ from beside me; “And hence we enter a new phase!” Again the crowd erupted as Alan was revealed in stockings, suspenders, heels, bra and a pair of lace panties that even with the briefest of glimpses did nothing to hide his cock. Although the series of pictures were all from one night or maybe two and obviously he was attending the Rocky Horror Picture Show Martin told it as if he and his fellow students were continually finding Alan in this state of dress.Rocky horror show

“Of course you will all note that the two of us are in kilts today,” he turned to look at me, “A nod to our mutual genealogy… but I have to say Alan didn’t take much convincing to don a skirt!”

The last image that was projected was Alan in the middle of a row of similarly dressed Rocky aficionados high kicking down a set of red carpeted stairs. It remained there till the projector disappeared back into the ceiling and I personally noted Martin to the left with a sizable bulge in his own lace panties. I glanced at him beside me, my eyes dropping and noted that it seemed he was even more of the enthusiast as he had shaved his legs clean for the outfit.

“I am glad to say” he continued, “that Marie is obviously a very good influence on my friend but maybe she should just check her wardrobe every now and then to see that he isn’t falling into his old ways!”

I nodded to Martin in reply and nibbled my bottom lip as I knew that just like my new husband he would be wearing the Irish tartan as it was meant to be worn. He wrapped up his speech making the toast and announced that all should retire to the bar while the hall was prepared for the evenings dancing.

As we headed into the bar the thought struck me and I made a vague excuse and headed back to the table. I bit my lip as I studied the glasses and bottles that adorned the table but it seemed the Duo-ball remote was nowhere to be seen. I gasped loudly as I felt them buzz within me and turned about to see if anyone was looking at me. Lots of smiles greeted me but none suggested that they had control over my leaking quim.

****

The first few noted of the song echoed around the room.

“Good choice” I said into Alan’s ear as ‘A Rainy Night in Soho’ began.

“Well, I was thinking of a Tammy Wynette number” he replied as he began to lead me around the floor surrounded by our friends and family.

I grinned back at him, “Oh that would have gone down a storm!” I answered knowing he was suggesting D.I.V.O.R.C.E. I pulled him tight against me and pressed my face into his neck, groaning as the device within me was activated.

“What’s going on Marie?” he asked with some concern.

My juices began to trickle down my thighs as the vibrations continued for a number of seconds; my pussy clenching in response. Just before my sweet torturer removed their finger from the remote a small orgasm radiated through my core and for a few steps Alan almost carried me. I managed to look up at him breathlessly and the concern disappeared from his face to be replaced by a lustful curiosity.

I saw Martin lead Fiona on to the dance floor and pressed my mouth to my husband’s ear speaking softly as my Maid of Honour and the Best Man neared. “Someone… and I thought it was you left me a present, something new!”

“And?” he replied as he pulled me tight pressing our hips together. An echo of my minor orgasm dribbled down to add to my already saturated garter belt as in my head I bemoaned the sporran between us knowing that his cock was hardening beneath the kilt.

I wanted nothing more at that point to reach down and slip my hand up beneath the heavy tartan and lead his erection into my aching snatch. “It was a pair of Duo-balls… they’re inside me now,” I looked over Alan’s shoulder surveying the couples now flowing onto the dance floor pausing at Jack, biting my lip as I remembered him pressing the button. “I didn’t know it had a remote!”

“Fuck” breathed Alan against my ear, “So someone has it… anyone?” I felt him look around just as the song ended obviously surveying the crowd for likely suspects. He took my hand and kissed it gallantly as he looked up into my eyes; “This IS a conversation to be continued” he stated with a look of incredulous lust within his eyes as we swapped partners with Martin and Fiona.

“Mrs Brown, before I forget” Martin said as he rifled in his sporran. My eyes went wide as imagined him pulling out the remote; a feeling of disappointment came over me as I didn’t want the sweet, mysterious torment to cease. I smiled broadly in relief as he pulled out a memory stick; “All the photos I couldn’t use in my PowerPoint presentation!” he declared as Van the Man took over the music responsibilities.

“Wonderful” I replied as I slipped the small piece of plastic into my cleavage knowing that his eyes would follow.

“What’s that?” asked Alan from beside us as we began to dance.

“One thing I’ve learnt in our long marriage, Mo Ghrá, is that a wife has to keep a few secrets!” I replied and then was led away by the Best Man.

“He’s a lucky fella!” commented Martin.

“And how come there’s no Mrs O’Neill?” I countered.

“Kismet, I guess” he answered, “there was a close call once but C’est la vie!”

“Tis a shame” I replied as he led me expertly around the dance floor, I felt a mischievous smile spread across my lips; “Still… there are certain wedding traditions that could be… a brief interlude?” I offered.

Martin’s eyes flicked off towards Fiona having divined my meaning instantly; “I have to say that would be a very nice interlude, but she is a married woman.” His dark brown eyes roved around the crowd as he twisted me around to survey the two other bridesmaids, one of Alan’s nieces and one of mine; “And alas Aditi and Joy are a little too young for my taste!”

“Nineteen and Twenty, hmmm… quite the discerning pallet!” I answered.

“Think I wore out my reckless gene quite a few years ago!” he grinned.

“Oh, when you were such a good influence on my husband?” I countered. It was funny that even though I had known Martin for a number of years, albeit off and on, this might be the first conversation I had with him that was to all intents and purposes alone. I had to stop my eyes from dipping as I imagined what lay beneath his kilt.

“I would severely and sincerely deny your inference…” he replied sternly before the corners of his mouth turned up and there was a brief flash of his tongue between his lips. His eyes dipped deliberately towards my cleavage once again, “But, I may have given you evidence to the contrary… knew I should have done some photo-shopping!”

“Oh and whose face would you have replaced your own with?” I asked feeling my pussy demand attention again as I wondered would some of the photos on the memory chip be far more risqué than I had thought.

“Oh no, would’ve kept my face, just given myself a bigger knob!” he grinned as I burst out laughing. I looked down and raised an eyebrow, he grinned even more in response; “If you wanna find out just get down there and have a look!”

I licked my lips and glanced around us; “Hmmm… very tempting,” I admitted, “very tempting indeed!”

The dance soon ended and as Martin kissed my hand I again had the desire to raise a kilt and bring some satisfaction to my frustrations.

****

The evening went on and even though I thoroughly enjoyed being the centre of attention my mind was always waiting (hopefully) for my unknown tormentor to activate the device within my wonderfully, nervous quim. As I danced with numerous men I studied them all; for my sins including the officiating priest who was at least sixty years old and even though the Duo-balls didn’t vibrate the Taboo thought caused even more of my juices to leak out.

After a dance with Fiona I asked her for some help in visiting the rest room; a task in logistics that many brides know well. I watched as her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she knelt before me in the disabled toilet (trust me, we needed the room!) and she raised my skirts and I heard her gasp as my drenched underwear and sticky thighs came into view. “Is it you?” I accused.

I shivered as I felt her nails ascend the flesh above my stocking tops and hook over the waist of my saturated panties; “Huh?” she responded obviously distracted.

“Stick a finger in my cunt, Fihelping handona; like a dutiful Maid of honour!” I demanded and she obeyed without question.

“Oh my god!” she declared as her slender finger slipped inside and felt the device within me; “You horny bitch…” I was about to reiterate my accusation when I felt her slide the balls around within me and her lips lock onto my previously un-abused clit. My orgasm was instantaneous and exploded through my body as I pressed my hands against the wall to steady myself and grunted between gritted teeth.

The next I knew I was unceremoniously slumped on the toilet as Fiona rose from beneath my skirt. “Fuck Marie!” she declared and I opened my eyes to see her mouth, jaw and the exposed flesh of her chest drenched in my juices and quite a few large splashes staining her dress atop her breasts.

“Was it you?” I asked hoarsely.

She licked her lips, her tongue stretching to gather my juices from around her mouth; shaking her head she replied “Was what me?”

I took a few deep breaths as the last trembles receded back towards my dripping slit; “Did you give me that toy? Something new!” I asked.

She grinned at the question; “No, I… you mean you don’t know where it came from?” her jaw dropping open as she finished.

I shook my head stifling a laugh, “No idea… it wasn’t Alan and by the look on your face I know it wasn’t you…”

She noted my pause and I watched a sculpted eyebrow raise; “What?”

I felt myself blush ironically considering that Fiona was now using her finger to gather my cream from around her mouth. “It comes with a remote… the one Jack asked about after his speech!”

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed before clamping her hand to her mouth, “Oh my fucking god!” she repeated significantly quieter, “he… he pressed that button; twice!”

I nodded, “Oh I know!”

After discussing possible candidates I finally used the facilities for their appropriate use and Fiona, very carefully (!), helped clean me up beneath my skirts before replacing my soiled underwear. It took a few further minutes before both of us was suitable decent and I got a promise from Fiona not to say a word when I promised to reveal whoever was behind it, if I ever found out. We returned to the fray and ran right into Alan.

Fiona grinned and giggled and hurried away before he could say a word, “I was beginning to worry about you,” he said turning back to me.

“With a dress like this it takes serious co-ordination and assistance to accomplish certain tasks. I will be needing a hand with it later!” I answered.

“Oh I’m seriously looking forward to that!” he grinned before looking about to see we were effectively alone, “So?”

I shrugged my shoulders and coyly looked down; “Still in there and still no clue who has the remote!” I declared.

I looked up and saw Alan biting his bottom lip knowing that he had already put two and two together; “Let me get this straight, my new wife was stimulated intimately by my father on my wedding day before I got a chance?”

I knew I had the expression of a rabbit caught in the headlights upon my face before I grinned; “I had no idea you wanted to be stimulated by your father!!! That’s a world of wrong… and illegal to boot!”

Even though he knew I was joking he blushed deeply and made to reply pointing an accusing finger at me as he tried to formulate a response; “Stop twisting my words” he laughed.

I nodded; “Yes… your dad did stimulate me… twice in front of all our family and friends!”

“Christ on a motorbike!” Alan replied shaking his head. “And still no idea who has the remote now?”

I shook my head, “And they haven’t activated it since we danced!”

“She says with a touch of sadness!” he replied grinning, “and of course it never crossed your mind to simply remove it?”

“Oh was that an option?” I answered half-honestly as the thought hadn’t actually occurred to me.

He slipped his arm through mine and led the two of us back out into the main hall; “Such a slut!” he uttered before we were within earshot of anyone.

“And that’s why you love me!” I replied.

****

I was beginning to think my sweet tormentor had left as it had been over three hours since the Duo-balls had been vibrated. The state of my pussy was still a short distance from orgasm with the natural movement as I danced and walked. I’d begun trying to work out those who’d had to leave early and whether any of them was the guilty party but was still at a loss.

Only a few minutes previously Fiona had helped me once again in the disabled toilets and had cleaned me up as the last events of the night were rapidly approaching. It had been quite exquisite as she had delicately wiped my bald mound and sensitive labia, managing to avoid my aching clit.

“No fair” she kept mumbling from beneath my dress.

“No fair is right” I agreed, “but do you wanna go out there with your face drenched in my juices?”

“That would be a hell of a photo for the album” she admitted.

Shortly after I stood on the stone steps that led into the ornate gardens of the venue as Alan knelt at my feet and raised my dress to my upper thigh. His eyes continually glancing up at me, the aroma emanating from my quim obvious to him as I shuddered; his hands slid their way up my stocking clad thigh and hooked around my garter.

My nails dug hard into his shoulder as both of us heard the buzz from my crotch and I gritted my teeth behind my smile as the sensations escalated rapidly. Cameras and I-phones flashed as I struggled to maintain my composure and my leaking slit clamped down on the vibrating balls. Alan remained still for a moment before whipping down my garter and letting my dress drop before standing and embracing me kissing me deeply. I moaned into his mouth and let him support my weight as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.

“Wow! That was some kiss!” someone called as I stood leaning against Alan on shaky legs and a roar of laughter erupted from the crowd around the foot of the steps.

I caught Fiona’s eyes and saw a quizzical eyebrow and nodded slightly to her gaining a lascivious tongue slip from between her lips and roll around. The single men were ushered together and Alan turned his back to them and glanced at me as he rubbed his thumb and finger over the garter that held a strong fragrance of my quim. “I could always keep it?” he whispered.

I glanced at the group of men, some waiting eagerly and some thoroughly embarrassed. I shook my head, “Aim to the right” I whispered and his hand rose up in the air and I watched the token item of my underwear sail high up and come down to be grabbed by a hand that was an easy six inches higher than the rest.

Alan turned about and grinned as he saw his best friend holding the garter. Martin gave a deep bow and called up “Thank you M’Lady!” the item quickly disappearing into his sporran.

Very rapidly boys were replaced with girls as I prepared to throw my bouquet. Just before turning my back I watched with a grin as Martin scratched his nose and hesitated fractionally before dropping his hand.

Loud squeals of delight and eagerness erupted from behind me and as I turned the melee before me was far more animalistic and aggressive than the contest for my garter. Joy rose up the victor and I noted her first glance was towards Martin who was completely unaware of the attention.

Just a few minutes later after what seemed like hundreds of farewells Alan and I were waving through the back window of our limousine as the crowd behind us diminished in size.

****

I giggled as Alan carried me over the threshold of our hotel room and then threw me unceremoniously onto the four-poster bed. I scrambled around spreading my legs wide and raised myself on my elbows to look at him standing at the foot of the bed. “So I’ve been wanting to know all night!” I declared.

He looked down at the kilt he was wearing; “Just mine?” he asked.

“Oh no, Martin’s as well but he wouldn’t tell me!” I complained.

Alan grinned, “Let me guess; just get down on your knees and find out?”

I laughed loudly before suggesting “How about some middle ground?” and twisted about on the bad letting my head hang off the edge.

“Ohh… that seems fair!” he agreed and stepped forwards till I could reach the hem of the kilt and lift it. My eyes hadn’t fully adjusted to the darkness beneath the folds of heavy fabric before I felt the precum dripping head of my new husband’s cock against my lips. I moaned deeply as I opened my mouth and straightened my throat and urged Alan to slide his shaft all the way in.what lies beneath

I heard him groan deeply as my fingers slipped up and grasped his bare ass, nails digging into his flesh as I encouraged him to fill my mouth. My pussy was already quivering in anticipation before I felt him drag my wedding dress up. I sucked and groaned around his invading shaft, my tongue flat as his glans pushed into my throat with each thrust. A flood of juices ran out of my slit as Alan simply grasped my sodden panties and tore them from my hips exposing my aching, denuded quim. Do it, make me cum you bastard I tried to say around his shaft as it slid in and out.

Alan groaned appreciatively at my efforts to talk as his fingers found my clit and began to roll it around. I gripped his ass hard and pulled him all the way into my throat as the pleasant tortures of the day seem to distil down and focus between the balls twisting within me and Alan’s finger finding the perfect rhythm. I held him there as long as I could as my back lifted high up off the bed; my spine feeling as if it had become one single arched bone and my pussy exploding.

Wave after wave of hot ripples echoed out from my core as my quim clenched down on the hard plastic balls within it and a huge torrent of my juices squeezed out past them. I released my husband’s ass and felt his cock withdraw, collapsing back onto the bed panting heavily as my body trembled and twitched with the major aftershocks following my orgasm.

I was lost to the world as I felt Alan roll me over onto my front and begin to untie the back of my dress. I lay there with no resistance, my arms and legs useless as he gradually stripped me off my wedding dress and I was left in just my stockings, suspenders and corset. Once again I felt the heavy kilt slip over my head and a cock slide against my cheeks as a pair of hands roamed over my body.

“You’re all mine, now” he said above me and I reached up and grabbed the erection before planting a soft kiss on the head.

“What?” I exclaimed loudly as I opened my eyes already knowing that the erection against my lips wasn’t my husbands. Beneath the kilt it was hard to see but the slick glans, covered in salty pre-cum was circumcised unlike Alan’s and then the Duo-balls within me began to buzz and the question that had plagued and pleasured me since my father-in-law had pressed that button was answered.

“You utter bastard, Martin” I said from beneath his kilt and slid my mouth over his cock head earning a deep groan as the bed shifted and I knew my husband was moving to between my legs.

I briefly slipped my mouth from the Best Man’s cock which was a good eight or nine inches long and rolled over onto all fours raising my ass in the air. “Cunt first, dear husband” I ordered and resumed sucking Martin’s slim cock.

“Nag, nag” laughed Alan as I felt the Duo-balls eased from my slit for the first time in over ten hours. I held my breath as his fingers spread my ass cheeks and eased the wonderful toy into my tight rear hole.

I moaned appreciatively around Martin’s cock and a moment later felt Alan slam his own into my dripping cunt pushing my mouth forwards. The balls resumed buzzing and I felt one cock head drive into my cervix as the other thrust into my throat. Several thrusts later and an orgasm slowly building the kilt dropped from around my head and I looked up into Martin’s eyes as he reached down and threaded his fingers through my hair grinning broadly.

“Bastard” I muttered around his invading cock and slipped my hand around his ass and twisted a finger into his puckered hole. He gasped loudly and his cock jerked violently in my mouth rapidly followed by his seed erupting down my throat.

My body began to quake and I continued to suck as hard as I could on my husband’s best friend’s shaft long after his balls had emptied determined to not let it soften. Finger worming in and out of his ass as my other hand cupped his balls and scratched wedding night surpriseat his taint. Even when my own orgasm overtook me I held his cock firmly between my lips. A couple of minutes later and Alan filled my womb triggering another smaller but equally pleasurable orgasm.

Releasing Martin’s cock I pushed backwards, sitting on my husband’s twitching shaft still buried within me. Twisting about I looked down at Alan, “When did you find out?” I demanded.

He squirmed beneath me and I squeezed my pussy deliberately around his softened cock as I picked up the remote lying on the bed and pressed the button. I stifled a moan but Alan groaned loudly as I knew his cock felt the sensations through the thin wall between my holes. “Oh god… just before I talked to you outside the toilet,” he admitted.

“But you suspected when I told you!” I stated and he nodded reticently.

I turned back to Martin standing at the end of the bed, stroking that long cock as he waited patiently. “So, you had your fun!” I stated.

“Indeed I did, not quite as hard for me I imagine as it was for you!” he replied.

I looked down at the exposed glans glistening with my saliva and a fresh yield of pre-cum; “Get in here” I demanded and pointed down to my crotch. He obeyed without the slightest hesitation and I was sure that his member twitched in appreciation before he crawled forward and began to lower his head. I raised myself up, allowing my new husband’s still swollen cock, dripping with my cream and his seed to slip from my abused slit. Martin looked up into my eyes as I squeezed my muscles tightly and aided by a short vibration from the Duo-balls deposited even more of our combined juices onto Alan’s stiffening member.

I was about to reach for Martin’s head but I didn’t need too as he lowered his head and ran his tongue up along his best friend’s length before engulfing the head between his lips. I shifted back and sat unceremoniously on Alan’s face as my eyes remained locked with Martin’s. No depression of the button was necessary as my quim began to tremble and my juices began to flow as I felt his talented tongue slip inside me.

In all our days Alan had been fairly neutral when it came to intimate contact with other men. He wasn’t averse to it but he also wasn’t an enthusiast but as I felt his eagerness to devour my dripping cunt and how his cock had almost instantly hardened as Martin’s tongue had run up along it’s underside I knew there was something more between these two friends. I suddenly remembered the memory stick and was amazed to find it still wedged within my corset and fished it out. Martin’s eyes lit up as he saw it and I knew there were even more answers on it than questions I had thought to ask.

Even though my orgasm was rapidly approaching I lifted myself off Alan’s face and shifted to the side. A major look of disappointment filled his features as I knelt beside him even though his chest was rising and falling rapidly with the blow-job his friend was giving him. I glanced at Martin and even though I hardly knew him he wasbest friends capable of reading my mind and began to twist about till his long shaft was above my husband’s head. Alan hesitated and I knew it wasn’t because he hadn’t sucked this long cock before but simply because I was there; “I love you” I simply stated and he reached up and pulled that slim cock down into his mouth.

Ripples of pleasure rolled around my body as I watched the two men sixty-nine; mimicking each other as they took varying amount of cock into their mouth. Even though they were concentrated on each other they knew, especially Martin, they were also putting on a show. My body shivered and pulsed, goose-bumps erupting all over my body along with a set of rock hard nipples and clit that begged to be touched. A mini orgasm spiralled out from my quim as I eased the Duo-balls from my ass and leaned forward.

Martin groaned loudly and appreciatively as he felt them slip into his puckered hole and then resumed his attention on my husband’s balls before returning to his prick. His head was twisted a fraction to me as he saw me place the memory stick beside me and pick up the remote; even though his mouth was full of Alan’s fat cock I could see him grin. I pulled a pillow across and lent it against one of the posts and settled down with my legs spread wide as I enjoyed the show; my thumb twitching upon the button I had loved all day long.

I could see Alan getting close even with Martin’s fingers clamped hard around the base of his cock and I simply knew that it was time. For the first time in my life I truly felt like a Bond-villain at that moment. I could hear the quiet buzz and Martin thrust his cock deep into my husband’s throat as he arched his back downwards. A second later I heard him cough as Alan’s hips bucked wildly and the two of them filled each other’s mouths with their seed.

The power within my fingers and the view before me triggered my own orgasm and I felt a flood of juices run out and dampen the sheets beneath me. It wasn’t anywhere close to the body-consuming orgasms I had known or even experienced earlier in the day and week but it was simply one of the sweetest as I felt my pussy spasm again and again without any actual physical stimulation.

As the three of us settled and the boys disengaged and crawled towards me I grinned back as I saw the copious amounts of seed within their mouths that they wished to share. “Poor Joy” I said to Martin, “she has no idea what she’s missing!”

Two mouths pressed against mine and two tongues vied to share the salty loads within. When we finally broke and Alan and Martin knelt either side of me; my hands gently stroking their depleted and still partially swollen cocks Alan turned to his friend; “Joy…my niece?” he asked (perhaps with a hint of jealousy).

“Oh the girl wanted him badly” I defended Martin.

“As I told Marie, far too young for me!” he responded.

“And you said that married women were off-limits!” I accused as I squeezed his manhood tightly feeling a small, welcome surge.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I lied!”

I turned to my new husband and squeezed his shaft which was already swelling within my grasp; “And you! You’ve never sucked a cock before… that I’ve seen!”two in the hand

“Didn’t lie… you’ve never asked me straight out and the truth is, I have only ever sucked one cock!” he admitted.

I began to slowly pull on their cocks, “And such a nice cock too, you have good taste dear… now it’s my big day so I want them both inside me,” I licked my lips lustfully; “Decisions, decisions… lets feel that nice long cock in my cunt, Martin… be a dear and fuck me in the ass, Alan!”

****

Even with mine and Alan’s previous this was the first time I, genuinely, was unable to walk the next day and when I woke up with two rough chins either side of me I decided that this was far better than waking up with one single smooth chin even if it did belong to Fiona!

I grinned at all the positions we had tried through to the early hours as the two men quietly snored either side of me. I pulled the sheet away to note it was Martin’s hand cupping my mound and Alan’s was resting upon his friend’s flaccid cock. I nibbled my lip as I wondered what I should do about the situation…

“Damn, I could get used to married life!” I muttered as I wormed my way down between the two bodies.

The End

Inspiration or even perspiration!

•August 4, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Once upon a time….

…there was a little story called A Room with a View and actually The Pool and by default The Moment fall in to the same category or rather that deep dark recess of my brain that is inspired by a particular set of stimuli. So, even though there is no story here ( but there is a kernel of a thought… involving a swing) here are a few of the views that have been responsible in part for some of my thought processes!

Enjoy…. FtFagos

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A room for contemplation…

room

… something for an up and coming scribble?…

swing

… and not that you’re interested, but…

White bits

Soon…. FtFagos

Something Borrowed… 3/4

•July 27, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Something Old…

One day till M-day!

Sitting in the garden feeling butterflies of excitement in my stomach as my wedding vows approach. Grinning quietly to myself; surprised that I am this excited. Alan has just left with his Best Man, Martin and Harry leaving Fiona behind for my last night as a ‘free’ woman. Alan’s parents had just headed for bed leaving the two of us to enjoy the last of the bottle of wine.

I grin as Fiona looks about in typical comedic, conspiratorial style; “I thought they’d never leave” she whispers before giggling.

“And why is that?” I ask raising an eyebrow.

She grins back broadly and a blush rises on her cheeks. “You know…you’re… our… thing!” Her cheeks redden completely as I refuse to put her out of her misery and feign complete innocence. “Ohh… stop it” she begs.

“I have no idea about what you are inferring?” unable to help grinning as she squirms uncomfortably in her seat, “unless of course you are referring to fucking your husband in front of you last weekend?”

“Bitch” she mutters but smiles, “and did you like you’re ‘Something blue’?”

I tilt my head and look her raising my eyebrow, “Something blue? Sorry, I don’t follow… what do you mean?”

“The video” she answers and I watch a moment of doubt flicker in her eyes.

“What video?” I ask innocently, just managing to hold my expression as I watch Fiona’s go through a multitude of emotions in the space of a second.

She looks at my smart phone sitting on the table between us and then towards the house in a vain hope that Alan will reappear and suddenly remember the text she sent to him. I can see in her eyes that she’s trying to work out if he didn’t receive it, did she send it to the wrong number or if Alan, for whatever unknown reason, had simply not told me.

The effort to keep my face neutral while suppressing my laughter and was growing by the second but this was so much fun. “Fi… what are you talking about? What video for…” I paused and gritted my teeth, “Did you film us?” I asked with a formidable amount of false indignation.

She literally gulped loud enough for me to hear and it broke the remaining control I had and the laughter and tears erupted from my mouth and eyes. “You BITCH!” she said loudly this time and I saw the curtains in the window beyond her flutter and my father-in –law-to-be look out of the guest room. He stood there grinning and I clamped my hand over my mouth as he smiled back. Fiona twisted about and saw Alan’s dad, Jack, his torso naked and I was sure the same thought was running through her mind as it was mine. At just shy of sixty years old he showed only a slight increase of weight around his midriff and yet still sported an admirable physique from four decades as a scaffolder,

“Oh..my” muttered Fiona, “Do you think he’s naked?” she asked voicing my own question.

I had just about gotten myself under control as the curtain fell back into place; “Don’t go changing the subject,” I admonished my friend, “That was very naughty of you filming me last weekend!”

She turned back with a guilty grin on her face, “I couldn’t resist… and you really shouldn’t leave your phone open like that!”

“Oh my fault is it?” I asked taking a sip from my glass.

She shrugged her shoulders in response, “Maybe… maybe not? Did Alan like it then?”

“Maybe… maybe not!” I answered cryptically, “But I guess as we’ve watched it half a dozen times now it’s quite possible… did you and Harry watch it that night?”

She nodded enthusiastically, “We did…we may have filmed ourselves a few times…” she admitted.

“You never told me that! All the times you’ve wanted to hear my adventures and never once mentioned what a pervert you are!” I accused.

She dropped her eyes, “I… was never as brave as you.”

“Christ, I’m not brave” I replied, “Just a horny slut… with little self-control!” I watched Fiona look up timidly like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar and yet the undercurrent of lust within her eyes. “And now that you’ve…” I had to pause to choose my words; “Now that you’ve tasted forbidden fruit?”

Still the redness blushed on her cheeks, “Now… I can’t stop thinking of all the things I want to do!”

“Indeed” I answered and stood gathering the couple of plates and glasses from the table leaving just our two glasses and the bottle. “I’m gonna want examples” I commanded feeling a hint of the dominating character from just a few days previously as I headed inside. I paused just inside the threshold and looked back at my friend shifting upon her seat, one hand grasping her thigh as she held her glass in the other.

Smiling to myself; thinking about that mouth that I knew would be eating out my damp pussy within the hour I loaded the glass and dishes into the dishwasher. After tidying the last of the evening’s detritus away I visited the downstairs toilet and pulling my damp underwear down, grinning as it reluctantly peeled away from my slit, sat. A tiny moan escaped my lips as a jet of hot urine splashed into the water beneath me sending a shiver through my vagina as I imagined Fiona’s head between my thighs and how grateful she was going to be. Grinning, I pulled my lacy panties off and deposited the sodden material into the pocket within my skirt after having thoroughly wiped my wet quim clean.

Straightening my attire I exited the smallest room and made my way outside. I paused on the threshold once again and saw that Fiona’s chair was now empty. Biting my lip I looked around the dimly lit garden and saw a familiar shape outlined against the window of the guest bedroom. “Shit” I whispered as I saw Fiona’s silhouette against the window where my in-laws were sleeping. Having removed my shoes some time earlier I padded silently up behind my friend to see her peeling through the gap in the curtains. My pussy dampened considerably as I realised my friend was indulging the perverted side of her personality I had only just realised existed.

My nipples hardened even more as I gazed through the gap and saw my future mother-in-law sat on the couch within the guest quarters with her legs spread wide and her crotch on display to her naked husband crawling towards it. “Damn, reckon you’re marrying into one horny family!” whispered Fiona having realised I was standing peep show 2behind her. Liz was considerably smaller than her husband at just over 5’ compared to his 6’4” and even crawling on all fours he looked like some Savannah predator about to devour a defenceless young Gazelle. I smiled even more of the image running through my brain and the ‘prey’ before excited about her fate.

I knew the two of us were both looking at the sizable and impressive hard shaft on display between my father-in-law’s thighs as he buried his face into his petite wife’s crotch. “Oh I hope I have another thirty years of hard cock like that” I replied as my hand slid up under Fiona’s dress and two of my fingers slipped beside her own soaking knickers and slipped easily into her soaking cunt. She groaned loudly as I curled them within her wet hole and my thumb found her hard clit.

Her knuckles whitened on the window sill as the light from inside spilled out. I wondered about Jack and whether he had deliberately left the curtains ajar as I eased my fingers back and forth into my friend’s soaking slit. “Ohh… yesss… Marie…” breathed Fiona and spread her feet wider allowing my fingers to twist and worm even deeper within her pulling up her dress with my other hand and dropping it across her back exposing her ass to my view. My eyes flicked between the scene within the house and my arm sliding back and forth as the knuckles of my two outer fingers slapped wetly against the outer folds of my Maid of Honour’s quim.

My future mother-in-law, Liz, grasped her husband’s head and writhed against it her eyes tightly shut and her moans just audible through the double glazing. “Looks like I know where Alan got one of his talents from” I stated and thrust my fingers harder into Fiona’s quivering slit eliciting a deep groan from her. My own pussy was aching for attention and I could feel my juices trickling down the insides of my thighs as I dug my fingernails into my best friend’s ass and she stuffed a set of fingers into her mouth to stifle her scream as her pussy contracted hard around my invading fingers and her orgasm overtook her.

My chest rose and fell, nipples aching almost painfully, as Fiona’s legs shook and I knew the only thing keeping her ass up were my fingers twisting and thrusting into her saturated pussy. Only when I saw Liz thrust her hips forward, her back arching and a litany of swear words sound from the room did I pull my drenched fingers out and my friend collapsed in a heap on the floor. I watched as Jack rose up grinning down at his now limp wife who he lifted like a rag doll. He pulled her round and I was sure his eyes flicked towards the window. I felt my heart thump loudly in my chest as I reached down and threaded my fingers through Fiona’s long hair and pull her around.

My future father-in-law sat down on the edge of the bed and twisted his wife about to sit her astride his lap. I could see Liz shaking as she reached between her legs and guided her husband’s thick shaft to the entrance to her pussy. Without any ceremony or even looking down at Fiona; it was impossible for me to drag my eyes from the scene inside I lifted up my dress and straddled her shoulders thrusting my burning slit against her mouth.

Jack grabbed Liz’s hips and pulled her down hard, impaling her completely on his cock as she twitched and groaned in response. My own slit pulsed and clenched ejecting my own juices straight into my friend’s mouth as it opened over my mound. I shook and trembled as the orgasm hit me hard and fast, a hand shooting out to grab the window sill as I rocked forward. I struggled to keep my eyes open, wanting to see Jack’s cock appear and disappear into his wife’s cunt as my own sent violent, wonderful sensations out through my being.

Fiona grunted and ground her mouth into my crotch as I felt her hands rise up and dig her sharp nails into my ass; her tongue gained depth as my wet hole convulsed with the rolling waves of pleasure assaulting my senses. With both hands resting on the sill I watched Jack’s shaft, looking huge and thick compared to the frame of his wife’s body ram up deep inside her dripping pussy. A further fit-like shudder ran through me as doing as toldmy forehead bumped against the cold glass; I was far beyond caring as my focus remained slowly on watching my fiancé’s mother’s labia be dragged in and out as his father’s fat cock pumped hard and deep within.

Liz cried out and I knew that wonderful cock head was slamming up into the neck of her womb. I wanted it and the cunt it was filling for myself; even if I knew that was a taboo that I was sure even my very broad-minded Alan would be shocked by. Still the image in my mind of me beyond the glass sent me far beyond coherent thought and I felt my own cunt squirt what felt like a huge amount of my pussy juice into my best friend’s eager mouth.

I came too some moments later lying on the ground my body twitching as Fiona knelt over me with some concern on her glistening features. Tremors still ran through my body due in some part to my friend’s fingers now lodged deeply inside my clenched-shut pussy. With a shaking hand I reached down and grasped her wrist stilling its movements; “Please… stop” I begged in a hoarse whisper.

Her teeth appeared in the dim light and nipped at her bottom lip before she slowly eased her slender fingers up between us. My heart slowly began to ease along with my breathing as I watched her meticulously lick her three fingers clean. When she was satisfied she looked down at me; “You know you almost drowned me-“ she looked up as the light within the guest room went out, “I mean I knew you were a deviant sexual animal… but you’re father-in-law… to-be tomorrow?” she asked with no prejudice.

I shakily sat up and leant against the wall, the thought of Jack’s seed now dripping out of his wife’s abused pussy flitting through my mind; “Yes… no… fuck, I don’t know…” I looked into Fiona’s eyes as she sat beside me and threaded her fingers through mine, “Christ, the thought… watching them fuck… it…”

“Blew your mind, it seemed!” she completed my sentence, “I… I know this is going to sound… naïve… but, it is my first… yours was my first pussy and I’ve heard of it… but do you normally…you know?”

“Gush?” I grinned at her embarrassment, “No… that was my first… and I don’t think I’ve ever… fainted… like that before!”

Fiona grinned, “I think I’ll take all the credit then… you didn’t faint completely but you were pretty incoherent there for a minute or so… and maybe I should have been more concerned… I … sorry, couldn’t resist.”

“You’re forgiven” I replied and leant towards her to kiss her lustfully for the time tasting my own juices strongly upon her lips and tongue.

****

We took ourselves off to my bed after a rudimentary clean-up and a quick shower together to wash the dirt that had managed to get in all sorts of places from the border beneath the window. Fiona’s dress was probably salvageable whereas I consigned my own straight into the waste bin.

The two of us brought each other to one more orgasm each (neither comparing in the slightest to what we had already experienced) before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

 

Something New…

 

M-day!

I rolled over as the alarm beside the bed chirped ever more insistently for me to rise. My hand slipped across the chest of the person beside me and I only had the briefest of hesitations as I felt the smooth soft flesh of Fiona’s B-cups. I grinned even before I opened my eyes as this was another new experience for me; I’d never actually slept with a woman before (not sure there was much I hadn’t done in a bed with a woman but sleep wasn’t one of them) and feeling my friend’s nipple harden as my fingers brushed them I opened my eyes to see her face, mostly obscured by her long hair, turned towards me. I brushed her hair away and kissed her lips softly revelling in the smoothness of her face. I loved Alan deeply but that rough growth he exhibited on his chin even if he had shaved the night before wasn’t one of my favourite features.

Fiona stirred beneath me and even before she was fully awake her tongue slipped between my lips and her thighs parted as I slipped my own between them. A low moan escaped her mouth as the two of us shifted a little bit further and our mounds slid against one another and except for breaking our kiss to reach across and shut off the alarm clock we remained tightly embraced till both of us reached a pair of very satisfying orgasms.

“I could get use to this… shame you don’t have a nice fat cock though” I admitted to my friend.

Fiona looked up at me smiling, “The feeling’s mutual” she agreed and stroked my cheek; “Does Alan get the hump if you ask him to shave first thing, too?”

I nodded and laughed, “He does… boys; they have no idea just how irritating their beards are!” Reluctantly I disentangled myself from my friend and slipped from the bed looking at my wedding dress hanging from the wardrobe; looking over my shoulder as Fiona rolled onto her side I grinned, “Well, things to do!”

The ceremony wasn’t till two-thirty in the afternoon and the time flew by as we got ready. It was almost a mistake to let Fiona shower with me and shave my pussy completely bald and it took all my will to push her mouth away when she insisted on ‘quality-controlling’ her efforts. After that slight issue the two of us were far better behaved and enjoyed the pampering of the hair-dresser and make-up sessions before I dressed in brand new underwear consisting of a white lacy set of corset, sheer knickers, suspenders and stockings and the obligatory garter belt.

Fiona helped me into my wedding dress that was just off-white with gold laces tied up my back that accentuated my ass and breasts just right. I’d opted for knee-length at the front dropping to half way down my calves at the back. “So a nice blancmange wasn’t tempting?” asked Fiona.

I looked at her Royal Blue Bridesmaid dress still on its hanger as she stood there in a dark blue lingerie; I raised an eyebrow, “Oh, you would have preferred a luminescent pink number with six foot wide skirts?”

“No” she admitted, “Thank you for having taste and no desire to sartorially torture your friend on your special day.”

“You’re welcome” I replied as she tightened the laces up my back.

“And thanks for a reasonable looking best man, too” she grinned.

“Nothing to do with me!” I admitted, “Have you and Harry come that far in a week?” I added.

“Well…no… but I can… dream” she grinned.

It was true, as normally was the case, that I had nothing to do with the choice of Martin. The truth was I barely knew him. In all the time I had known Alan his best friend since school had been working in the Far East and only ever got back once or twice a year and of those times sometimes my own busy work schedule meant that I didn’t even see him at all.

Still he was quite charming and as Fiona noted was very easy on the eye. I was very curious what his speech would be like and Alan was definitely nervous about it and had already asked for unconditional forgiveness just in case. I offered him it but did say there would be penance to pay which he remained hopeful would be a task he would be only too happy about.

Time was marching on and after Fiona stepped into her dress, zipping it up she went to see if the cars had arrived. I walked over to my dresser and opened up my jewellery box to put in my mother’s gold earrings, “Something old” I whispered and momentarily my mind went back to the view through the window the previous night and my slit gave a little twitch. I looked down, “Behave” I admonished myself. Earring in, I reached for the six inch square box that held a new gold necklace I had chosen consisting of alternate strips of gold of varying hues. I knew they would draw people’s eyes down to my cleavage that was relatively conservative considering what I had to work with,

I grinned thinking at least close up Alan would indeed have a good view as I opened the box. I stood there looking at the item that now sat within the hoop of the necklace that had definitely not been there the previous afternoon. “Oh my!” I whispered, “Something new…”