On Saturday morning Lily Beales woke up early, alone, and very, very horny, in fact she woke up early because she was horny, and her sleep had been interrupted by a series of increasingly salacious dreams, in which she was ultimately unsatisfied, which left her hotter than the July weather.
The main reason for her horniness was that her long
standing, permanently aroused, always obliging boyfriend Liam was in
Kidderminster on a training course, which was doubly frustrating for her because
her parents were on holiday in Malta and had Liam not been away, he would have
fucked her in every corner of her parents’ house.
So, like any normal 23-year-old young woman with a
more than healthy sexual appetite would, she attempted to quelle the burning
fire of her lust with her dextrous fingers, several times, but had only managed
to take the edge off by the time she had to get ready for the BBQ at the
McVey’s.
Lily left the house wearing a short cotton summer
dress and wet panties, she had wanted to wear her favourite little shorts, but
the dripping tap of her arousal rendered them unwearable, there was nothing she
could do to disguise her nipples which were seemingly destined to be
permanently erected, and they were not discreet at the best of times, but on
that day they were turning heads as she walked the few hundred yards to her
best friend Clara McVey’s home.
Clara lived with her parents in a big Victorian detached
house in a leafy suburb of Abbottsford, her mum Bethany was a therapist and dad
Paul had his own very successful accountancy firm.
However instead of being content with being a
successful professional and having a wife equally successful in her field, two
lovely children and a home to fit their status, Paul liked to make sure
everyone knew how successful and prosperous they were.
Paul looked much younger than his 48 years and kept
himself very fit, and he liked what he saw when he looked in the mirror, in
fact he was a vain, peacock of a man, and his wife was again his equal, so they
held dinner parties of garden parties at every possible opportunity to show off
to all their friends and families.
Paul always encouraged Clara and her sister to invite
their friends to the summer events as he really liked having plenty of scantily
clad young fanny mooching around the gardens, especially when they get a bit
tipsy and are less self-conscious about flashing something juicy to those with
a discerning eye.
One of his favourites was Clara’s best friend, Lily,
or Miss pencil rubbers, as he always thought of her, and when he saw her walk
into the garden he smiled as she was definitely living up to her name.
As the party went on Lily drank several glasses of wine,
which combined with her latent horniness and the heat of the day she was soon
sticky and uncomfortable in her seat, and after another glass she decided to
take positive action.
While Lily was getting tipsier and hornier in the
sunshine Paul was playing the congenial host making sure all the guests were
looked after while ogling the array of scantily clad fanny among them.
One of the girls, called India, a tall gawky young
woman wearing the shortest of skirts and the briefest of boob tubes and a more graceless
creature he had never seen, added to that was an excessive amount of Pinot and
the result was a clumsy stumbling fall which deposited her in a flower bed on
her back with all her limbs flailing amidst peals of laughter.
Paul was looking on as she fell and his first reaction
was one of impatience, but as he continued to watch his impatience turned to
delight as firstly her top crept up to expose her meagre breasts, and then her
flailing legs did the same to her skirt and caused her knickers to roll aside
and afforded him a lovely view of her nicely waxed crack, which gave him the
appearance of a smile before it peeled open like a piece of ripe fruit and
exposed the pink flesh between her lips.
All too soon the show was over, and the gawky girl was
pulled to her feet accompanied by fits of giggling, completely unaware of how
her brief expose had awoken the sleeping beast in his shorts.
While the impromptu sex show was taking place Lily was
purposefully on the move, she had been to the McVey’s home many times over the
years she had been friends with Clara and knew it well enough to know where she
could find a suitable spot where she could indulge in some cheeky fingering.
Immediately after Paul’s arousal he found himself
looking at the plentiful bevy of beauties in a very different light and he
started to imagine what was hiding beneath their clothes, their underwear,
their breasts and most importantly their fannies, were they shaved, waxed,
manicured, vagazzled, sculpted or wild as nature intended.
Lily was leaning back against the toilet cistern, in
one of the many bathrooms in the house, her soiled pink panties around her
ankles, and while her left hand teased her nipple through the fabric of her
dress, she fingered her juicy hole with her right, as she lost herself in a
dirty lustful fantasy.
Despite his best-efforts Paul was unable to expunge
the filthy images from his mind and his arousal was growing, under normal
circumstance he would take his wife Bethany upstairs and fuck her, she was
always very receptive, that weekend however she was out of commission, so the
only option was to sneak off to his study and knock one out.
He walked in and closed the door behind him and took
two steps towards his desk where he stopped in his tracks as he could hear soft
moans emanating from the ensuite.
Paul quietly took a step towards the door and the
sensual sounds were louder and rhythmic, and the images they induced in his
head, did nothing to abate his arousal, so he reached out his hand to the
doorknob and turned it, he hoped to catch the perpetrator in the act, so he
quickly pushed the door open.
Lily gasped as the door flung open and her first
reaction was to squeeze her thighs together and tried to cover her modesty with
her other hand, but then she noticed the bulge in Paul’s trousers, so she
returned to her task, and he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
Lily’s fingering became more frantic as Paul
positioned himself in front of her and began unzipping his shorts, but he was
taking too long so she intervened onehandedly wrestling his cock from its
confines while her right hand continued its task between her sticky lips.
She held Paul’s throbbing dick in her hand and
appraised it, it was shorter than Liam’s but definitely fatter, then she took
it in her mouth and frigged her fanny to climax.
After Lily had cum, Paul pulled her to her feet and
spun her round, before unzipping the back of her dress, then he leant her
forward, so her hands supported her weight on the top of the cistern.
He lifted her dress to reveal her perfect cheeks and his
hands slipped inside her dress and as he cupped her breasts and toyed with her
nipples the tip of his cock touched her moist lips.
But Lily panicked and turned to look over her shoulder
and panted.
“What if Bethany hears us?”
“Don’t worry its quite safe” he replied.
“Are you sure?”
“Well, if you’re really worried, I can always give
this to her instead” he retorted prodding her wet flesh with his helmet.
“No don’t do that” she said with alarm and slid her
tight young pussy down his shaft.
Lily felt a little guilty as she kissed Bethany
goodnight with her soiled pink panties in her handbag and her husband’s cum
still sticky on the inside of her thighs, but overall, she was feeling very
pleased with herself because not only had she just had a very satisfying fuck,
but as soon as Bethany was passed out drunk Paul was going to sneak out and
fuck her again.
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