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Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 4

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Jane knocked on our door just before two,

"Wakey, wakey you two, the Collins' will be here soon and

lunch won't be long."

Sarah jumped up and headed for the shower, I went to follow but

she shut the door on me.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Because I want to have a shower without you and your

impressive todger getting in the way." Impressive todger had
quickly become the buzz phrase.

"How about if I promise to just sit and watch you shower."

"Promise?"

"Scouts honour."

Sarah opened the door, "Were you in the scouts?"

"No, but I once kissed a girl guide."

"Fool."

I sat and watched Sarah soaping herself, thoroughly enjoying the

show.

"What sort of club is it you're parents are going to at the

Bradshaws?"

"Oh, very exclusive." Sarah said, I think smirking.

"Sounds posh."

"Not really, I'm sure they'd let you in if you wanted to go,

especially with your 'you know what'."

"What?"

Sarah stuck her head out of the shower,

"It's a swingers club silly, mummy and daddy and all their

friends are swingers, they take it in turns going to each other's
houses; three or four times a week sometimes."

"Really? Wow, dirty sods, good luck to them I suppose."

Lots of little clues finally made sense, 'other interests', 'play

rooms', even the whole families very liberal sexual attitudes made
more sense. I sat there smiling to myself.

"So do you want to go?" Sarah asked, snapping me out of

my musings.

"No thanks. Have you ever been?"

"No, could have done when I got older but always thought it

would have been a bit too weird. Most of them are my parent's age and
I've known them since I was little. Actually I know there is sex
involved but I think at this stage they spend more time sat around
chatting and drinking than doing anything else." Sarah started
laughing.

"What you laughing at?"

"Well the last time I was in Portugal, over two years ago

now, mummy and daddy went to one of their parties and me and the
girls stayed at home and drank some of their expensive wine. I was
quite tipsy when they got home, feeling quite bold. I asked mummy
what or rather who she'd been up to, wanting some juicy gossip. She
proceeded to tell me, word for word, a new recipe for baked cheese
cake that one of the other ladies had given her."

"So is that all you did all night, talked about cooking?"

I asked her.

"Not quite, her husband was sat the other side of me, running

his hand up and down my leg, trying to finger me, but I was more
interested in the recipe."

We both giggled at this, "Your whole family, including you is

fucking cracked." I said, laughing.

"We are, but that's why you love us."

"That I do."

"So I'm presuming the Collins' that are coming over are

swingers to?"

"You might say they are the swingers in chief." Sarah

said, smiling. "They're quite a couple; or rather she's more
than enough for any couple." Sniggering. "You two will get
on like a house on fire."

I shook my head and cringed a bit on the inside.

I took a very quick shower and when I came out I was greeted by

the sight of Sarah, her hair tied in a tight ponytail which I always
adore and wearing a small t-shirt which barely reached her hip bones,
her shaven pussy and incredible pert bottom completely exposed. For
once I think Sarah misread my expression, explaining "We're
going to be sat at the table a while, eating and drinking, I don't
want to get burnt."

"I get that bit; I was just wondering if I could shag you

now, you look incredible."

"Ooh that would be nice, but I'm going to make you wait,

abstinence is good for the soul." Moving towards me and removing
my towel, grabbing me firmly by my erect cock and saying "Now
get ready quickly before I drag you out by this."

I thought about bending her over the bed and just taking her there

and then, but there was a bit of me that liked being teased and
another that liked being ordered around, sexually at least.

"I can't walk out with a raging hard on."

"It would be quite an entrance." Sarah said, obviously

very amused.

"Will I put shorts on?"

"Nothing's hiding that, and besides no one else will have any

on so it'll be even more obvious."

I saw her expression change, a smile forming and then spreading as

an idea formulated in her head.

"We couldn't, could we?"

"Couldn't what?"

"It's bold, even for me."

"What are you talking about?"

Sarah looked at me, her hand still squeezing my cock.

"Do you trust me?"

I looked skeptical "Sometimes."

"I want to do something that'll completely shock them, take

their breath away."

"Your parents?"

"And their friends. Mummy's a bigger tart than me so won't

mind, daddy might be shocked at his little girl but he'll get over
it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just bear with me, this is going to be fun. For it to work

you have to do exactly as I tell you."

"What is it?"

"Stop asking questions, trust me." She said, pulling my

cock hard as she did so. She got busy and started giving out
instructions.

"Put on a short, tight t shirt." She told me, before

letting down her hair and messing it up as best she could. Then she
went to her suitcase and took out a tube of lube. We never used lube
when having sex, Sarah always getting wet enough to accept my large
cock in her tight pussy.

"What's the lube for?"

Sarah didn't answer, instead giving me a sexy wink and planting a

blob of lube on my cock, vigorously spreading it around. I groaned.

"Don't you dare cum."

"Stop wanking me off then."

She stopped and instead rubbed lube up and down her pussy lips.

"Right, I think we're nearly ready."

"Ready for what?"

"I want us to walk out there, you with a raging hard on and

me with a wet pussy, looking like we've just been screwing. I can't
wait to see their faces."

"You're fucking mad and besides you haven't got the look

right."

"How?"

"Your pussy lips would be a bit open and inflamed looking,

especially if this had been in them." I said pointing to my
incredibly engorged cock. If any more blood went into it I think it
would burst.

"They'd hardly notice."

"They will if they know sex, and besides why take the chance

of messing up your little show, there's only one thing for it."
I said, forcefully pulling her to me, meaning to kiss her but instead
digging her in the tummy with my cock.

"Fuck, that's rigid."

"Turn around and bend over the bed." I said, taking some

control of the situation.

"You have two minutes only, then we're going outside, don't

cum, I want your todger rock hard when we walk out." Sarah said,
smiling, turning and bending over.

Whilst I loved the sexual escapades Sarah got me involved in,

there where times when I thought 'fuck you, I'm gonna do what I want'
and this was one of them.

I looked down and it was my favorite sight in the whole world,

Sarah with her arms in front of her and her ass stuck up in the air.
I could have cum just looking at her. We had never had anal sex, only
managing some anal play; Sarah pointing out, quite understandably,
that she sometimes had trouble fitting me in her pussy, not alone her
ass. However, she had said the same thing about oral sex, but after
much secret practice with a variety of vegetables she could now
accommodate some of me in her mouth. I lived in hope.

Sarah had a tight, pert bum. When she was bent over her cheeks

would separate, leaving a glorious view of both her holes. I honestly
didn't think I could trust myself not to cum. I bent over and stuck
my tongue as hard as I could into her anus, trying to force my tongue
through the sphincter. Sarah let out a gasp, her muscles contracting
a bit, not expecting my assault. I brought my hand to her well lubed
pussy, and finding her hole slipped a finger in roughly. Sarah was
squirming a bit, I think not all together happy with my roughness. I
was literally pinning her lower half to the bed with my head, my face
cheeks rammed against her ass cheeks as my tongue continued to probe
and invade her ass. I slipped a second and then a third finger into
her and was vigorously finger fucking her, and starting to have more
success with my tongue.

I thought the two minutes must be up and without a tongue

extension I was getting no further into her ass. I pulled my fingers
out and my face away and stuck my index finger, probably more
brutally than I intended, through her sphincter.

"Ouch!"

I wiggled my finger around a bit before removing it and allowing

Sarah to stand up. It was the roughest I'd ever been with Sarah and I
immediately felt pangs of guilt, although I had enjoyed it and
probably would have gone further if time allowed.

Sarah stood up, her face flushed and angry looking. "Bastard!"

I tried my best cheeky grin and stood back and looked at her,

before moving and standing behind her.

"Now you look the part."

"What?" I actually think in her anger and surprise Sarah

had forgotten about wanting to shock everyone.

"Well your hair is disheveled, your face is red, I could hang

a towel off your nipples and both your ass and pussy are red. They
won't know which way you've been fucked, but they'll believe you
have. Maybe you should try smiling though. Shall we go?"

I looked at Sarah and thought she was about to cry, my heart

melted and I felt like a right cunt. I held her tight and started to
apologize. I suddenly felt a sharp shooting pain going from my
scrotum to my stomach.

"Ha ha, fooled ya." Sarah said, squeezing my balls

harder and sticking her nails in before letting go.

"Shall we go?"

I tried to straighten up and catch my breath as I followed Sarah's

sexy butt outside.

Sarah stopped just as she was about to step onto the patio; all

the emotion and the discomfort I still felt in my balls had caused my
cock to shrink to a more normal size as I came beside her.

"What happened to you?" Sarah said, laughing at her own

joke as she looked down at my cock.

"I don't know what you're laughing at, from my stubble rash

on your bottom it looks like you've been getting fucked up the ass
for the last half hour." We both laughed at this.

"Right, that's Muriel Collins and she's a slag, and that fat

lump there is her husband Bill, he's a bit of a letch and a perv."

"I take it you don't like them." I said smiling, having

never heard Sarah talk about anybody else like that before. She
smiled back.

"They've been friends of my parents for years, when me and

the girls were teenagers Bill would always want to swim or play games
with us, always trying to cop a feel. Never did anything but that's
because we never gave him the chance. She thinks she the wildest of
the wild, always reckoning she's more adventurous than anyone else,
but she's got no class."

"Unlike yourself." I said smiling and looking at Sarah's

red bum and inflamed pussy.

"You think I've got no class?"

"I think you're the classiest, sexiest woman I've ever met."

I said, putting my hand on her bum and pulling her in for a kiss, my
fingers planted firmly between her cheeks.

"Come on, let's give them what for." I said, breaking

the embrace and stepping onto the patio.

Groping Sarah, combined with the warm sun and the eyes of the four

naked people watching us brought my cock back to life and as we
walked to the table I could feel it gently tapping off my thighs.

"What kept you?" Asked Jane, standing up from the table.

She really was a sexy woman, by cock giving away my thoughts, if not
my face.

"I think they've been busy dear." Muriel said, also

standing up. She had a smirk on her face as she looked the two of us
up and down. She wasn't an unattractive woman, but whether it was
what Sarah had been saying or something else I'm not sure, but as I
looked at her the word 'Lizard' jumped into my mind. Any positive
effects Jane had had on my libido being quickly undone.

Dave and Bill both stood now and Muriel came over and hugged

Sarah, giving her big exaggerated air kisses to both cheeks. "It's
so lovely to see you again and to meet your new beau." As she
said this Bill gave Sarah a hug and I was watching his every move. He
pulled her close, trying to discretely thrust his hips forward a bit,
his big belly stopping his cock reaching Sarah. He had both arms
around her and the lower hand slipped smoothly down to one of her bum
cheeks. I didn't know if I wanted to punch him or laugh. He was such
a sleaze but it was so obvious that it was laughable. As he let go I
looked at Sarah who just threw her eyes up, slightly shaking her head
as if worried I might say or do something. I wondered what the
expression on my face was. Then it was my turn.

"Muriel, Bill this is Michael, Sarah's fiancé."

Jane said.

"So lovely to meet you Michael, Jane and Dave have been

telling us all about you."

She was nearly a foot shorter than me and as she got close she put

her hands up around my neck, pulling me slightly down and herself up,
before planting a kiss right onto my lips, holding it there whilst
she pressed he boobs into me and brought her right knee up between my
legs, only stopping once it made contact with my cock. I think if I
had opened my mouth she would have stuck her lizard tongue in,
thankfully I kept it shut. My cock was another matter, despite me
finding this woman slightly repulsive it responded to the touch of
her knee. God I hated my cock sometimes. She let me go, letting out a
big "oooh" obviously encouraged by the effect she'd had on
my cock.

I saw Sarah looking, 'Really? You have got to be fucking kidding

me.' For once I could read her mind. I just wanted to scream 'Sorry,
it's not my fault!'

Bill came over, thank god he only shook my hand. Neither Bill nor

Dave and Jane seemed bothered by or even to have noticed that I had
just been sexually accosted and snogged by Muriel.

Everyone went to sit down and I wanted to sit next to Sarah but

was beckoned to sit between Jane and Muriel, with Jane between her
dad and Bill. Boy girl, boy girl as it were. As I sat down Jane put
her hand on one thigh and Muriel on the other, both gently rubbing
but thankfully not moving upwards. For a change I was pretty
oblivious to their touch, being more interested in what Bill was
doing with his hands. I looked across at him and at that moment his
hands were around a tumbler of what looked like whisky, a far away
expression on his face. I studied him more closely and despite a deep
sun tan he had an unhealthy pallor to his skin and a bulbous drinkers
nose. His belly, rather than being fat was swollen, little veins
barely visible under the skin.

My attention was taken by Jane asking me what I wanted to eat and

drink. Everyone was eating now but my eyes kept being drawn back to
Bill, he wasn't eating, instead just taking small sips of his drink.
After a while he started to fall asleep, Jane also noticing.

"Bill why don't you lay down on one of the loungers, on

second thoughts why don't you lay down on our bed, Dave and Sarah
will help you."

As they helped him inside I noticed for the first time how infirm

he was and how skinny his legs were. As they went Jane turned to
Muriel.

"What have the doctors been saying?"

"Not much, just that the damage is done, not much they can

offer."

As she was talking Sarah and her dad returned, Jane filled them

in.

"Muriel was just saying that the doctors haven't got much to

offer."

"We did ask them about a liver transplant but they said he

wasn't suitable as he was still drinking. He says it's the only
pleasure he has so he won't give it up."

"It's not his only pleasure, he still managed to squeeze my

ass as we were putting him on the bed." Sarah said, to good
hearted laughter.

I thought how funny life is, only a little while ago Sarah was

talking about him with utter distaste, but now we knew how sick he
was we felt differently about him and Muriel. I also thought about
myself and my own alcoholism, if I hadn't gotten off it two years
previously I would have ended up like that.

Muriel continued talking and when she had finished began to cry.

Jane leant across me to comfort her and I tried to signal for her to
sit in my seat but she stayed leant across me, virtually pinning me
into the chair. After a moment I became aware of her boobs and
nipples rubbing off my arm that was on the arm of the chair. She was
rocking slowly backwards and forwards as she comforted her friend.
She must have been aware of what was happening as I was sure her
nipples were getting harder and my body responded in kind. I Iooked
over the table, Dave was just staring and Sarah raised a quizzical
eyebrow.

"You cry as long as you need to, let it out." Jane was

saying, then "Will I show you something lovely to look at."

"What?"

Jane sat upright and pointed down at my semi erect cock, already

seven inches and wide.

"Wow, that looks yummy and it's not even fully grown yet."

"I knew that would cheer you up." Jane said, both of

them giggling like young ones.

"Michael would you be a darling and get us more white wine

from the fridge?" Asked Jane.

My cock had gone down a bit but was still fairly big, "Of

course." I said as I stood up, stopping where I was, my cock and
balls dangling only a couple of feet from either of their faces. I
stood there enjoying the attention, aware that they were both staring
directly at me.

"Anyone want anything else from the kitchen?"

"I'll have a coffee." Said Sarah.

I initially found instant but then decided to make a pot, one

because it was nicer and I wanted one but also because it took longer
and gave them more time to talk with Muriel. As I returned carrying a
tray they were all talking and sniggering, they stopped and Jane
said. "Domesticated as well as gorgeous, you'll have to keep
him."

"I fully intend to."

I sat next to Sarah as Jane was now in my seat, she leant in and

kissed me, her hand going to my thigh, "Thank you." She
said. As she pulled back I was aware of silence and everyone staring
at us.

"I have one more job for you."

"What's that?"

"I want you to shag Muriel."

Before I could protest or say anything for that matter, Muriel

said, "Please, please Michael, I know I'm an old hag but I
really need it. I haven't been fucked in ages. I could go to the club
but they're just Viagra fueled wrinkly cocks, most of which I've had
before anyway. Besides I'd love to try one that big, please."

Thankfully, for once; my cock was not responding. With an honest

face I was able to say.

"Muriel you are not a hag, very far from it. You're a very

attractive woman and normally I'd jump at the chance to be with you
but I can't get it up at the moment, I think it must be all the
traveling and stuff."

I could sense Sarah about to say something but I stood up before

she could, showing everyone my flaccid cock to illustrate my point.

"It still looks fairly big." Said Muriel.

"I know it does, but as they say 'you can't play pool with a

piece of string'." I said warming to my subject.

"Did you have a wank when you were inside." Accused

Sarah.

"No I didn't!"

"Thank goodness for that, I don't like cream in my co

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