Three Caught Short - Sex Stories

Three Caught Short

... chin, splashing off her Titanic tits and from there, over her belly to pool in the bottom of the bath where it joins Weasel’s bladder load. Letting go of her bosoms, Bev pulls her cunt wide open in time for Weasel to score a direct hit on her stiff little bud, triggering another mini orgasm before our twin jets finally run down to a dismal dribble. There’s a walk-in shower in a kind of annexe to the bathroom and we all adjourn to there to clean up, with much kissing and fondling before our time runs out. ‘Off you go, you kinky buggers,’ says Bev as we towel ourselves dry. ‘Your lady will be waiting and I’ve got customers to serve before I shag the boss!’ Fully dressed, we head back to the pub for more drinks and to wait for the cab, but Weasel’s not looking too happy. ‘Have I got to re-fill the tank with this sodding water again?’ he whines, looking daggers at the pint of the clear stuff I’ve put in front of him. ‘Don’t think I can do it, mate. Bloody awful muck!’ ‘She’s expecting a golden shower from two hunky blokes,’ I say, adding: ‘That’s you and me, Weezer, no-one else. You can’t let her down now, pal. Drink it down, there’s a good boy.’ Reluctantly, he guzzles down the water and I replace the pint mug with another one, matching him glass for glass as we down three each in record time. The cab arrives on time and we both climb in the back, sitting at opposite ends of the bench seat to avoid the driver thinking we’re gay! It’s just before nine when it pulls up outside ...

... the lady’s gaff and I pay while Weasel stands on the pavement, staring up at the house. ‘I think she’s clocked us,’ he says, grinning at me when I join him. ‘Thought I saw a curtain twitch.’ ‘Probably checking out your rugged good looks, Weezer,’ I tell him. ‘Me lunchbox, more like!’ he chortles.’ Checking out the size of me sausage.’ We ring the doorbell and after a few minutes the woman of the house ushers us in. ‘Come on, quick, quick,’ she urges. ‘Don’t want the neighbours gawping. They’ll probably think I’ve opened a brothel!’ She giggles and I can smell the distinct aroma of gin on her breath. She is wearing a black negligee and black high heels and looks absolutely drop dead gorgeous. ‘Started the party without us, did you?’ I ask her. ‘Let me introduce my mate Weasel and yes, that really is his name!’ She holds out her hand to her new guest, but Weezer uses it to pull her towards him and give her a hard snog, his hands rubbing her tits and arse before he releases her. She stands between us, panting, but with a come hither smile on her lips. ‘Looks like your pal means business,’ she says to me. ‘Follow me. And YOU,’ she points at Weezer, ‘keep your hands to yourself until I say so. All in good time, boys, all in good time.’ She turns towards the stairs and sashays across the hallway, her heels clicking on the polished wooden floor. Weezer pushes me out of the way to be directly behind her as we all climb up to the first floor and I see him trying to pull the hem of her ...