Seven Scarlet Tales

They were back at the cottage, parked in the paved yard, by the chicken coops. The rain still menaced the vehicle from all sides. Both Richard and Rob looked at her, indulgently amused.

‘Better now, Snor

ing Beauty?’ asked Richard. ‘That orgasm must have taken it out of you.’

Her hairline prickled with embarrassment. She had acted shamelessly, in front of him. She snuck a sidelong glance at Rob, who had taken off his seatbelt.

‘How long was I asleep?’

‘Not long. Not long enough for my hard-on to go down, anyway,’ said Rob.

Richard reached over and sprung the catch on her seatbelt, releasing her.

‘Take off that dress,’ he said. ‘Then get on your knees and suck him.’

She widened her eyes at Rob, who grinned and nodded.

‘Fair’s fair,’ he said laconically. Then he looked over at Richard and frowned a little. ‘I’ve never done this in front of another bloke.’

‘Don’t be shy,’ said Richard. ‘I have. She can do me first, if you prefer. Whatever you’re comfortable with.’

‘Oh.’ Rob sounded surprised and considered this for a moment. ‘Right. No, it’s fine. I’ll go first. If that’s all right with you?’

‘Of course. Be my guest.’

‘No, nobody’s the host here and nobody’s the guest,’ said Rob, slightly combative.

‘Sorry, you’re right, just a figure of speech,’ said Richard with effortless smoothness. ‘We’re all equal.’

‘Two of you are more equal than others,’ pointed out Lucy.

‘True.’ Rob smirked, the moment’s ruffling ironed out flat by the gathering storm of his arousal. ‘In which case, get on your knees and use your mouth.’

Lucy took a deep breath and pulled her dress over her head.

Richard snapped on the overhead light so that, in the streaming windscreen, she saw the reflection of her pale, naked body, her breasts high and jaunty with big, prominent nipples.

She didn’t want to look at herself, so she dropped quickly to her knees. The rubber mats on the footwell were clean and dry, at least. She pushed her breasts between Rob’s blue-jeaned legs and reached up for his fly. He stroked her cheek.

‘I’m hard for you,’ he whispered.

Richard said nothing, but his presence was more potent than any words could have been. He was there, the watcher, judging her on her performance.

She unbuttoned the jeans then let Rob ease them over his hips to make it easier for her to lower the elasticated waistband of his boxers. Yes, he was hard for her, yes. His cock stood upright, straining for her attention, glistening at the tip.

She shuffled forwards and held on to his thighs for purchase, licking up the shaft.

Rob took her wrist and moved one of her hands to his testicles. She held them, squeezing and caressing, while she prepared her lips to stretch.

Rob had no need to be shy of showing the other man his equipment. He was a good length and thickness, possibly a little shorter than the older man, but not noticeably so. His erection pointed, straight and wide, to his navel.

Lucy positioned her mouth over the tip and began to lower herself along the shaft.

‘Mmm.’ She couldn’t resist a little low-down moan as she felt him stretch her jaw.

Rob put one hand in her hair while the other squeezed her breasts.

‘Wonderful little cocksucker,’ said Richard approvingly. ‘She gives it her all.’