Chapter Five

 

“Hey, Richard!” Meredith called across the deck. “Get that big boy over here. I’m feeling awfully naughty!”

Where did those silly words come from? Must be all the sexy stories from Jeff’s magazines.

“Thought you’d never asked,” Richard replied with a delighted smile.

With Jeff, she made love. With Richard, she wanted to be penetrated deeply. She wanted to be fucked. What a naughty word! Fucked. But she wanted to feel those lovely rose petals against her breasts, too. And that silky sensation paled in comparison to Sheena’s enthusiastic kisses. Those kisses were too tasty to give up.

Meredith’s heart burst with excitement when the men called out to them. How ingenious! Richard and Ash had pushed together two of the large wooden lounge chairs, and they were lying on their sides with space for herself and Sheena in the middle.

Joyce built all this furniture, didn’t she? What a carpenter! Was she watching them now? Goodness gracious, she was, and she was grinning from ear to ear. Well, some people prefer to watch. And there was plenty to ogle, with two hunks lying naked in the sun and two beautiful women worming their way between them. Meredith squeezed in next to Richard, glad to see he had protection. Heart racing, pussy throbbing, she felt his hot chest against her back as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist.

From Sheena, a torrent of kisses. The escaping rose petals caressed Meredith’s nipples and pussy lips, sending waves of silken delight across her flesh. Sheena released a pleasured moan, which pulsed inside Meredith’s mouth as they kissed. Ash must have entered her from behind. Jealously, Meredith reached back and took firm hold of Richard’s sheathed cock, guiding it into her hungry pussy. Gosh, it was large. She couldn’t help but wince.

“Relax, Meredith,” Richard whispered in her ear. “You’re so tense.”

To hear her name spoken by the deep-voiced hunk was to be penetrated once again. Her whole body melted, releasing the vice grip she had on Richard’s cock. Yes, that was better. Distinct currents of electricity flowed between them, dispersing at her abdomen and sending tingling vibrations up to her breasts. He was so deep inside, moving slowly, like a diver in foreign waters. One large hand tickled the golden hairs of her thigh. The other wandered through her hair.

Pressed so close between Richard and Sheena, Meredith couldn’t see the beautiful face before her. All she could do was close her eyes and feel the world through her senses: the fruity taste of Sheena’s mouth, the softness of her stomach, and the clean, musky scent of Richard’s natural cologne, which erased all traces of her rational mind. His hand, so firm on her hip that her pussy muscles clenched, nearly had her wishing Sheena weren’t in front of her; then she could feel those rough male hands all over her body.

Oh, but with Sheena came the antique perfume of the roses, whose satin embrace tingled the tips of Meredith’s nipples. The pink rose’s expansive petals brushed her thighs, teasing her, soft as butterfly wings. The pressure of Sheena’s fleshy body pushed Meredith back against Richard’s strong chest, into his arms. The subtle folds of Sheena’s smooth skin offered a bold terrain for her hands to travel.

But these small pleasures would all be for naught if it weren’t for Richard infiltrating her pussy with swift penetrations. This was how it felt to be fucked. It was wild, hard, firm, intense. How could he possibly get so deep inside? He was ramming his way through her whole body, it seemed, and she thrust back against him with all her hidden fierceness. The motion was automatic. She felt gritty, the bad girl for once.

The mingled scent of roses and shower-clean masculinity were cut in two by the tangy scent of animal sex. Sheena’s body began to writhe and gyrate. Her once-sweet kisses became as crazed as her body’s wild motion. She took Meredith in such a tight grasp that breathing became impossible.

Gasp!

What a relief when Sheena’s orgasm subsided. She released Meredith and sat upright, rose blossoms crumbling, to watch the final act. Ash had already closed his eyes at the far end of their makeshift bed.

Meredith could sense by the sound of Richard’s labored breathing that he was oh-so-close to orgasm. The tightening of his arm’s grip around her waist made her feel waifish, fragile, like he could pick her up with one finger. Richard might do anything to her, and what could she do about it? He encircled her legs with his. She was trapped in a cage of Richard’s hulking body. What would her husband think, seeing her like this?

Please, meddling brain, no thinking about Jeff right now! This had nothing to do with him. That she’d been kissing lovely Sheena and was fucking muscular Richard wasn’t a reflection on her marriage. This blissful foursome was all about experiencing something new, about finding pleasure for herself, in her own body. If there were repercussions, she would deal with them later.

Right now, Meredith was overcome by a dizzying euphoria. Her senses burst to life. She was a body without a mind. She was the friction-warmed pussy embracing Richard’s cock and the erect nipples between his rough fingers. The desert of her skin became a flourish of daisies. Every cell was awakened by the pink rose Sheena ran like a feather duster over her tingling cheeks, lips, chest, stomach, thighs. Her mouth itched for excitement. Whipping her head around, Meredith thrust her tongue into Richard’s mango-flavored mouth and ran a frenzied hand through his sweat-soaked hair. His kiss was firm and hard. Powerful. That mouth had all the vacuum of a black hole and its suction drew Meredith in, helpless.

It was all overwhelming. The pressure of his big cock thrusting into her swollen pussy, of his large hand squeezing her breast and his tongue flailing madly against hers all created an urge to bear down. She was full, full of energy, full of force. Grabbing Richard’s ass, Meredith pierced his tight flesh with long fingernails. Push and pull. Give and take. The desire to press down hard against that cock, get that fullness feeling out, became unbearable. When she pushed hard, hard, hard back against him, a volcano erupted in the depths of her pussy and exploded out through her throbbing lips. Solar systems exploded on the inside of her eyelids. Release came screaming out like a newborn child, seeing everything and nothing. Knowing everything and nothing. Warm bursts enveloped her centre, spreading outward to her breasts, her cheeks, her arms, her toes.

After a moment of perfect bliss, Richard crept off the lounger and Meredith rolled onto her back, breathless but serene. The cover of tall trees overhead was backlit by the bright light of the sun, giving the green leaves the look of stained glass against the blue sky. Warmth overtook her body. All the immensity of the sky above was inside her. The vastness of the firmament expanded her chest, cleansed her lungs, with each inhalation of warm air. Relaxed and sleepy, breath slowing, she closed her eyes and the world turned soft pink.