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“Bunch up lads,” he laughed as he made room for me to squeeze past a couple of men until I had to sit right next to him, our legs actually touching and he even draped his arm around my shoulder while telling me that he would ‘keep me company while ‘the Midget’ was busy in the pool room. Which made his friends laugh.
Lenny was tall and naturally muscular, heavily tattooed and ruggedly handsome I’d say, with thick black curly hair and a goatee beard. Alongside his father and brother, they lived in ‘the big house’ in the village, where they ran a building business and bought and sold cars and may or may not have a side line in selling Class A and B gear. Howard seemed to have a ‘man crush’ on him, desperately trying to be in his company at every opportunity, while I … well, I was always unsure about him, he was a bit seedy and had a reputation as both a fighter and a lover.
We’d known him from first moving there and he flirted with me whenever we’d meet, christening me ‘Chesty’ because of the size of my bust, which he’d make no pretence at staring at.
We’d once witnessed him fighting an angry husband whose wife Lenny had recently seduced about a month before. It wasn’t actually a fight as Len only punched him twice before knocking him to the floor where he proceeded to humiliate him, belittling about his lack of sexual prowess with his wife, so Lenny had ‘been forced’ to take care of her needs.
I wish I could say that I shrugged his arm away, but I was afraid to do so, even when he fiddled with the thin strap of my dress, trying to drop it down my arm; much to his friends’ amusement.
Over the next hour or so I was plied with more drinks, while my husband remained in the other room. I regret to say I became more and more relaxed, even laughing at their dirty stories and occasional tales of fights. Eventually I needed the toilet and had to squeeze past my new thuggish friend and a couple of other men, giggling as I playfully slapped their hands away from my legs and bum.
As I sat in the toilet I was stunned at my behaviour with this rowdy group; it was so unlike me. When I returned to the lounge my husband still wasn’t anywhere to be seen. “Chesty!” Lenny beckoned me back to his table, waving me back to the same seat. Perhaps the alcohol was taking its toll, but I barely pushed their hands away as his mates groped my arse and tried to push their hands up my dress. I was partly relieved but a little bit disappointed that Lenny didn’t drape his arm around my shoulders again. But, as soon as I sat down his huge hand went onto my thigh!
“Is that what I think it is?” He whispered, squeezing harder and pressing his palm against a suspender.
“It depends on what you think it is.” I stupidly teased him. Then, after nodding to the man on my other side, they bunched up against my arms, pressing them to my side. While he answered a question from a man sitting opposite, his hand moved under the hem of my dress then slowly and sensually along my thigh until he found the suspender holding, my stocking up.
I was horrified but tried to remain calm, even when the other man pulled the front of my dress up to my waist, revealing my stocking tops and the front of my sexy pink thong.
“Stop that!” I hissed, not wanting to draw any more attention to my situation; but Lenny simply ignored me, chatting to his friends while fondling my stocking top and bare thigh, immediately joined by the other guy.
Thankfully my position at the back of the crowded table meant no one bar the two caressing my thighs could see what they were doing; but I had a horrible feeling that they knew.
“Can I get my drink please?” I panted. Lenny quickly manoeuvred his arm so it was under mine so I could get my glass but not stop his ministrations to my thigh … then, as I gulped my white wine his fingers slid across my panties and pubic area. “Stop it!” I hissed through bated breath, ”please …stop it.” His long thick middle finger was soon pushing between my thighs that I forcefully pressed together, but as the other guy firmly gripped my thigh he pulled it to one side, allowing Lenny nonchalant access to my pussy, which was barely being guarded by a thin strip of nylon.
As he stroked my kitty, I looked around the table and it was patently apparent that everyone knew exactly what was happening and I was unable to stop the unwanted sexually stimulation between my legs.
I drained my glass as my chest heaved when Lenny pulled my thong to one side and pressed his finger inside my pussy.
The other six men all chuckled and grinned at my apparent discomfort knowing full well what their Alpha leader was doing to me.
“You’ve got me so fucking horny, Chesty, I should pull your fucking dress off and fuck you over the table.” He whispered, “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Getting a real fucking cock up your cunt instead of the midget’s baby sized one!” He then took my hand and placed it on a lump in his jeans. “Oh dear God!” I gasped, realising it was his cock … swollen but not quite hard!
“No, no … stop… don’t say that … I’m married … no no… stop it!” I wheezed through gritted teeth as his finger was now alternating between gliding over my clit and propping my pussy up to his knuckle. Sad to say … my legs were now apart of my own volition and my hand stroking his cock too.
Lenny was now urging a couple of friends to lean over and watch him finger me; and I felt powerless to stop him … as an orgasm was slowly building.
Amid the laughter from his friends, I unconsciously remembered something he’d said about my husbands ‘baby sized cock’ how would he know that?
My eyes were glazed as I fought off my orgasm but got a shock when he retracted his finger, squeezed my thigh then casually wobbled one of my tits.
“That’s enough for now Chesty … somebody go and get the Midget; he’ll probably be pissed by now.” Lenny mocked my husband. “Next time we’ll make him watch … would you like that? I know he’d fucking love that … the horny little wanker.”
While I re-arranged my dress and pulled myself together, I realised that there were two glasses of wine on the table; I agitatedly knocked the first down in one gulp and was just sipping the second, when Howie appeared in the lounge between two of Lenny’s beefy sidekicks. He did look drunk judging by the stupid grin on his face and the unsteady way he walked.
“Hi sweetheart” he waved “I’m drunk.” “I can see.” I snarled, “let’s get you home.” “That’s a good idea.” He slurred, still grinning. “I agree.” Lenny smirked, helping me to my feet. “Where do you think you’re going?” I gasped as he led me out of the booth, two of his friends probing under the back of my dress and touching the bare flesh above my stocking tops as I struggled past them. “Looking at him, you’re going to need a bit of help … getting him home … and into bed.”
“I don’t think so.” I slurred as I grabbed my husband’s arm. “I can manage all by myself thank you.”
“Which? Getting him home …. Or managing yourself in bed? I’d love to watch that if it’s on offer.” The manly man taunted. I just shook my head in annoyance, trying to hide a coy smile, as I tried to manoeuvre my man out of the pub, only to realise that I really did need some help as Howard was so uncoordinated.
“Here let me.” Lenny laughed as he virtually lifted my diminutive husband onto his toes with no visible effort. “Mickey, Dix.” He called “take hold while I escort the little lady. My husband was passed to two men as Lenny put his arm around my shoulder, then pulled the front of my low cut dress forward to get a look at my boobs. “Oh fuck … they do look fucking amazing; I can’t wait to get my cock in-between them”. His words swished around my head, and I didn’t know how to reply, especially as his next move was to slide his hand onto my boob and squeeze it while guiding us along the dark path, vaguely towards my house.
Because of our size difference it was easy for him to keep his arm looped around my shoulders to play with my jiggling boobs as we walked. I was drunk and concerned about my husband virtually being carried behind me, but I must confess that Lenny’s behaviour in the pub and now playing with my boobs was really turning me on … and I doubted my husband could relieve the sexual tension building inside me.
“Lads,” he called to his friends, “I need a piss, so let’s go into our house before we get him home.” My brain wasn’t working so I allowed myself to be guided through a large yard that led to the biggest house in the village.
He removed his hand to open the back door then led me and the rest of his crew along a hall then into a large untidy living room.
“I’ve just brought a couple of friends home for a drink.” He cackled to a bald, tanned man with a big drooping silver moustache man in a t-shirt and sweat shorts sitting in an armchair, supping from a can of beer watching TV.
He simply nodded then looked at me and leered then at my husband who was unceremoniously being dumped onto the sofa.
Still flummoxed by recent events I couldn’t make sense of suddenly seeing another five of Lenny’s mates in the room, not just the two carrying my husband who was now getting a second wind, burbling about how much he loved me and how he hoped ‘Lenny had kept me entertained in the pub’ then giggled.
“What?” I looked puzzled at him, then around the room where beers were being handed around as some of the others filled the available chairs.
As Lenny arrived back in the room there was an electric silence as he patted my husband on the head. “Oh shit!” I gulped as the penny began to drop. “Get up fat boy.” Lenny half growled at one of the group, who immediately jumped up. “Over you come Chesty, come and sit on my knee.” “Oh shit!” I gulped again as I looked from my husband to the Dad who were both grinning lecherously at me.
“She’s a sexy one, that’s for sure.” The Dad grinned before swigging from his beer can, “those tits look fucking special.”
“Come on then.” Lenny patted his knee again, “Let’s get the party started.” “Party?” I murmured. “Yes … ‘party’ … the Midget said you were gagging for a big cock or two and maybe a messy gangbang.” Lenny grinned, “come on … sit on my knee so I can get a proper look at the goods.”
“Oh shit.” I sighed internally, then looked at my drunk husband who was looking very sheepish. “you Bastard!”
But, I knew that I only had seconds to decide what my next move would be … and it was ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ … after all it was something I had been fantasising about for weeks. I shook my head and strolled across to Lenny and sat on his knee, deliberately wiggling my hips as I landed, then wrapped my arm around his neck and kissed him... tongue on tongue.
“Is she wearing stockings?” I heard the Dad ask. “Show him.” Lenny whispered and I took it as a command. I turned to look at him; smiled wickedly then slowly slid my dress up my leg until the welt and suspender strap were on show.
“I like this one.” The older man chuckled then took a slug of beer. “Come over here honey and show me those titties.” Lenny eased me off his knees. I looked around the room and saw a field of grinning faces. I sashayed across to where the older man was sitting, glanced at my husband, jiggled my boobs, did a sort of can-can with my dress showing him and a couple of others the front of my sheer panties and stocking tops, followed by bending forward in front of him so he could look down the front of my dress at my heaving bosom.
To balance I had to place my hands either side of his thighs which made my dress fall forward.
“Fucking awesome.” He panted then slid both hands inside to get a feel of them outside my bra, making me whimper. After a minute or so he pulled the straps on my dress and bra down my arms then the top of my dress, allowing my boobs to fall into view. He alternately stroked them with one hand as he pulled one leg of his shorts up revealing a chubby cock about 5 inches long; which was already bigger than Howie’s when fully erect.
Was this my fantasy or my husband’s? As he fondled my dangling boobs I automatically kissed the hood of his dick, then slid it into my mouth and began sucking on it, feeling it thicken as the blood rushed from his balls.
“Fucking Hell!” the old man laughed, “the slag’s fucking keen, isn’t she.”
As I sexily gobbled the old dick I felt my dress being pulled up to my hips as Lenny told his friends, “Let’s see what else Chesty has been keeping hidden.” Then he caressed my arse cheeks before tugging my thong up into my gash, making me moan … with a mouth full of cock.
Next I felt him pulling my thong to one side exposing both of my holes to the men in the room. “I bet she’s as tight as a drum, judging by Midget’s tiny dick.” The men laughed and catcalled as Lenny separated my pussy lips with his fingers. “Look, ‘one careful owner’ by the look of it’, but look how fucking wet she is, it’s running down her legs.” It was obviously an exaggeration; but I did feel wet and tingly between my legs. Soon two or three men were examining my pussy and arse hole too, poking fingers in both, sometimes two at a time in my pussy and pretty deep in my arse; making me moan and wiggle my hips to accommodate their ministrations.
“Get her knickers off.” Someone grunted, then I felt them being pulled down my legs until I stepped out of them; all the time sucking hard on the Dad’s cock which was now another two inches longer and hard as stone with the knob fully out of its hood, while he tugged on the shaft with one hand and shook my tits with the other.
“Get out of the way.” Lenny grunted; “I’m going first … no sloppy seconds for me.” With that he abruptly pushed his cock deep into my pussy, making me gasp and made his Dad’s cock fall out of my mouth.
Lenny curled his thumbs inside my suspender belt and gripped my hips before battering my pussy like a rabid dog, making my tits bounce like crazy.
“Get that fucker back in there!” The old man grunted while slapping his cock over my tits until he positioned his cock between them, spitting on them for lubrication, then squashing my tits around it. “That’s it son … fuck her good and hard, she’s giving me a titty wank now.”
Lenny did just that, hard and fast …. And deep too making my whole body shake and giving his Dad the titty wank he’d asked for and making me roll my eyes and grunt with delight.
“Fuck me, her cunt really is tight!” Lenny laughed, “it’s like a fucking virgin’s … but you’re no fucking virgin are you Chesty?”
“No … no.!” I panted. Lenny pulled his cock out and told his Dad to stop too, to give the others a turn.
I was pulled up straight and my dress and bra joined my panties on the floor. Standing naked, apart from stockings, suspenders and heels didn’t phase me at all; in fact I was totally buzzing, not knowing who or what was coming next.
One of the thugs, with wild hair and a ragged beard kissed and licked my tits before guiding me onto the sofa where he held my ankles and spread them wide, kneeling with one leg on the sofa, leaving it for me to guide his cock into my hot snatch. “Oh fuck” I sighed as he too filled me up then guided my ankles backwards making him go even deeper than Lenny had minutes before.
“Holy fuck…. Oh fuck!” I panted as he too built up a head of steam pounding my married cunt like his life depended on it.
As I gasped for air Fat boy, who lived up to his name pushed his cock into my mouth. His cock was thicker than my husbands’ but not much longer, so I could take it all into my mouth with his balls bouncing against my chin… but I could barely concentrate as the other guy forcefully fucked me as he kept me bent double.
I didn’t have time to think as these two swapped places with another pair who roughly fucked my pussy and mouth for a couple of minutes.
They two stepped away without cumming as another younger lad pulled me up and lay on the sofa telling me to ‘get on top, slut and ride me like a fucking slutty cowgirl.’ While there are no sex positions I don’t like; this is one of my favourites, so I had no problem straddling him then guiding his cock into my tingling wedded pussy and took off on the ride of a lifetime, holding my calf’s behind me and letting my large tits to bounce at will. This performance got whistles and cheers from those watching, even my husband who had his jeans around his knees was gaping open-mouthed.
Again another guy eventually stood next to us and guided his cock into my mouth and wrapped a hand behind my head, which allowed me to continue furiously fucking the young cock and sucking the new one as he fucked my mouth.
“Enough.” Lenny called out, “let her have a rest.
I was puzzled as I clambered off the teenager, only to see that someone had chopped several lines of white powder on the glass table and two men were already hoovering some up.
I was offered a go but shook my head – that wasn’t my thing and as best as I could I needed to keep my wits about me, so took up the offer of a can of beer.
Standing drinking beer only wearing sexy lingerie, my tits and pussy on show to a room full of horny men was as degenerate as I’d ever thought possible … and I loved it.
With the others snorting the white powder I made my excuses and went to the toilet, which was as scruffy and smelly as I’d expected for a house full of men. I did what I had to do and when I left, my husband was waiting for me in the hall.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a worried tone. “It’s a bit fucking late for your concern, isn’t it?” I snorted, well aware I was best part naked and he was now fully clothed. “It feels like this was all your fucking idea … so suck it up … I’m going back in there for more.”
While I used the F word in the bedroom, never in conversation so saying it irately shocked my husband. His bottom lip tremored as the magnitude of our actions hit home.
Knowing he was looking at me walking away from him I waggled my hips and even playfully spanked a cheek.
Back in the living room everyone looked game for more wild sex, tugging life back into their cocks when they saw the smile on my face. “Here, let me help.” I chuckled as I dropped to my knees in front of two, taking their cocks in my hands, kissing and licking them then sucking the blood back into their shafts.
As I’d hoped soon all of them including Lenny and his Dad were all surrounding me as I tugged on cocks with both hands while sucking a third as they played with my tits.
The men were all dirtily commenting on my skills, calling ma a ‘slut,’ ‘tart,’ ‘married slag’ and a ‘cocksucker’ among other things.
“Get over there, face the settee.” Lenny grunted. I did as commanded, shuffling the few feet on my knees. “Spread your legs.” Again, I followed his instructions until again both of my sex holes were poked and prodded by one or two men.
I was gagging for him to fuck me doggy style again, but I got a shock when I felt something cold and gooey get smeared across, then inside my arsehole.
“No, no… NO.!” I gasped as I felt a fat knob press against my sphincter, “your cocks’ too fucking big!”
“Let’s see.” He laughed, as did his friends when someone pressed my back down into the cushion and he pushed his cock against my anal sphincter. I hadn’t time to tense up, so in it went, two or maybe three inches, making me howl ferally and squirm with discomfort.
My hole felt totally stretched as he kept pulling his oversized cock back and forth, bringing tears to my eyes and gasps and groans from my mouth. “I don’t even think the midget must ever have fucked her arse judging by how tight it is.” The gang leader cackled, trying to push more cock into my arsehole.
After a couple of minutes, I realised that the hand was no longer on my back and I was actually pressing my hips back onto his massive cock of my own volition, gasping and breathing heavily as he pounded my hole.
Once I’d got into some kind of rhythm, even though his cock really was too big for my arse, two men sat beside me on the sofa and without a seconds thought I automatically began sucking one and wanking the other. I even carried on when Lenny withdrew and offered my arsehole to anyone else; and over the next half hour there were no shortage of takers. Lenny really had stretched it, but I still asked for lube, and they all obliged until I was pulled to my feet and the Dad sat down in front of me, waving his cock for me to bring it back to life. Even though I knew where it had just been, my arsehole was still aching, I obliged, kissing, sucking and wanking until there was a surge of blood making it nicely stiff.
“I can’t wait any longer, get on board.” Now feeling very submissive I obeyed, straddling his cock and taking it all in in one go; then bouncing up and down as he played with my tits, sucking my nipples, squeezing them and occasionally slapping them; which was a buzz.
It didn’t take too long for him to begin meeting my bounces with his own thrusts. With his hands tightly gripping my tits he began frantically thrusting, making me squeal and snort, “fuck yes… fuck yes …. Cum in me you fucking bastard … fill me up.” Which he duly did, with such a big load I thought he must have been brewing it for weeks.
As I eventually climbed off, my husband handed me a handkerchief to wipe myself with. “I don’t mind sloppy seconds.” A man hooted, as he replaced the old man on the sofa. Smiling I looked around the room to see their expectant faces, knowing that their balls must have been ready to burst … and I was only too glad to help.
My cunt felt wet and sloppy as it was already full of spunk, but he didn’t mind; thrusting for all he was worth from the get-go. It took me a minute to acclimatise but I soon got up to speed riding his cock for all I was worth.
“Slow down Jonboy” I heard Lenny tell his friend; then with his hand sliding underneath my tits, I felt his fat knob press against my arsehole again … only of course, I already had a cock in my quim!
I was aware of this act but even my husband had never mentioned trying it.
“Fucking Hell!” I gasped then made a wild noise as his massive cock slid all of the way into my once tight hole, that was now stretched to Kingdom Come by the gang of men.
“Jesus fucking wept!” I moaned as both men began slowly fucking me in tandem.
“Do you like that my chesty little slut.?” Lenny teased tugging on a nipple while yanking his cock back to the dark entrance then sliding it all the back to the hilt while his friend fucking my other hole was thrusting slowly but powerfully.
“Yes …. Fucking yes!” I panted throwing my head back in delirious delight. “yes, I fucking do! It’s fucking amazing.”
“Do you want a cock in your mouth as well?” he taunted. “yes … yes…. A big one?”
“Newky…. That’ll be you then.” Which brought laughter from their friends. A tall, skinny heavily tattooed bloke, appeared beside me waving a long flaccid cock in my face. Still concentrating on the cocks in my nether region I meekly opened my mouth, and he slid it all in until I felt the tip touch my throat. I felt helpless and just let all three fuck all three holes for what felt like an eternity until the one in my pussy began grunting and pushing until he let out a cry and presumably filled my married cunt with his jizz for a second time, this in turn set Lenny off who seemed to be trying to break my arse until I felt it go warm and fill with his spunk.
Both were slowly draining their cocks when Newky pulled his cock out of my mouth and wanked his shaft until he shot two streams of cum across my face and then fed the drips into my mouth.
After disentangling I was laid out on the sofa and the others stood over me, one by one wanking onto my face and tits as I frantically rubbed my clit for the first time in the night… bringing myself to a glorious trembling orgasm, making the sticky jizz slowly run down my chin and tits.
Lying in the afterglow I realised that the men were all getting dressed, but I stayed on the sofa casually playing with my spunk covered tits and oozing pussy and arsehole.
As their friends left Lenny and his Dad stood ogling me, possibly wondering if I’d be up for some more; but they didn’t look like they could manage it.
Howard nervously lumbered towards me with my dress, bra and panties, handing me a towel to clean myself with. The Dad was grinning as I cleaned my tits and between my legs but lost interest when I fastened my dress.
When I picked up my bag Lenny approached and kissed me on the cheek, “That was fun … we will have to do that again sometime.” I shook my head and said, “Well see.” With that my husband and I walked home in silence. We had a lot to talk about; but that could wait for the morning.
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