PonyBoy's Stories
Happy 4th by PonyBoy
Happy 4th
Laura felt the hand and froze. As crowded as it was, she couldn't turn around to see who was behind her. The hand slipped upward, under her skirt.
Martin had taken her to the lake to get away from the 4th of July crowds of downtown. It had only taken a few minutes on the road to realize they weren't the only ones with that idea.
The hand traced the curve of her buttocks.
They had debated whether to turn back, or go ahead to the lake. They had decided to forge ahead. It had been quite a while since they had been able to get out of town and enjoy the mountains.
Fingertips slipped through the cleft between her firm cheeks, causing her to shudder. Whoever it was now knew she wore no panties.
The crowd at the lake hadn't been as bad as they had expected. They had chosen a fairly secluded spot to lay out their blankets and enjoy the sun. The water had been warm, and they swam together, toying with each other as they did.
The fingertips gently stroked her behind. Her breathing deepened.
Martin loved to tease his wife. He had made it a point to fondle and caress her as they swam. He toweled her dry afterward, paying careful attention to certain areas, lingering a little longer than necessary.
The hand slid between her legs from behind. She subconsciously spread her feet apart to grant easier access. Martin put his arm around her as they waited for the fireworks to begin.
Long before dusk, Martin had prepared the grill, and cooked dinner. While the meal was good, they were eager to finish, so they could get a good spot for the firework display.
Laura felt the fingertips creep up her thigh, pausing just below her thickening labia. She looked over at her husband and rested her head against his body. They had chosen a good spot, and not a moment too soon. As they leaned forward against a low retaining wall, the crowd seemed to arrive out of nowhere. They quickly surrounded the couple, almost trapping them in the process.
Laura gasped as a finger grazed the tiny tufts of pubic hair between her legs. Another quickly followed. Her feet spread wider, of their own will.
Martin had climbed atop the low wall and surveyed the crowd, there were only perhaps 60 people, but they were crammed into the tiny knoll like sardines. Once back on the ground, he had asked his wife if she wanted to find another place. She had told him that their vantage point was perfect, and they would never find another on time to see the display.
A finger traced her labia, spreading them apart. Laura bit her bottom lip and leaned back into the man behind her. She smelled the sweet aroma of spearmint on his breath.
Martin chatted to the man next to him. There seemed to be a delay in the show. It certainly was dark enough, the gentleman agreed. Suddenly the first projectile burst in the air.
A finger slid deep into Laura's hungry vagina. Her groan was masked by the report of the burst. Her hips rocked backward, driving the digit deeper into her. Martin hugged his wife closer to him when he felt her body shiver, breaking her contact with the stranger. Glancing around to make sure all attention was on the firework display, he stealthily slipped a hand into her shirt, cupping her breast.
The probing finger began a steady fucking rhythm, silently slipping in and out of her dripping vagina. Laura raised a hand and brought her husband's head close to hers.
"Don't say a word, don't turn around," she said in a trembling whisper. "I'm being finger fucked from behind."
Martin drew his head back slowly to look at his wife. Her eyes twinkled in the reflection of the exploding pyrotechnics. Her breathing came in gasps as she again drew him toward her.
"He has two fingers in me, and your hand on my breast is driving me crazy," she moaned.
The fingers slowed their pace, then withdrew for a brief moment. Laura was afraid the man had heard her telling her husband, until she felt them return. This time, a slippery thumb toyed with her anus. Martin gently squeezed his wife's breast as she clutched at his arm. He had gotten an instant erection from his wife's revelation. He watched her labored breathing, and hoped no one would notice.
The fingers suddenly dove into her deeply as the thumb began to enter her tight rear passage. The fingers bent at the knuckle, then straightened once again, creating a delicious ripple to run up Laura's spine.
"He's fingering my ass... " Laura breathed into Martin's ear.
Martin threw caution to the wind and slowly slid his hand between the folds of his wife's skirt. She jumped imperceptibly when she felt his fingertips on her pubic hair. Nervously, she turned her head toward her husband once more.
"He'll never know I'm here," he said as his finger found her clitoris.
The fingers continued their undulations deep in her slick vagina as the thumb pressed its way into her. Laura felt the tiny ridge of the stranger's knuckle slip past her opening as her husband's fingers strummed her clitoris. Laura leaned back into the stranger, smelling the sweet breath once again.
Suddenly there was a whispered voice in her ear. "Lean forward a bit, I'm going to fuck you now."
Laura stifled a scream as she came on the hands torturing her. Her pussy clenched hard at the fingers as they began to withdraw from her soaked sex. Bringing her face up to her husband's, she kissed him deeply as the hand left her body. She felt the soaked fingers slide over her tiny ass hole, spreading her lubrication. Her skirt was lifted higher. Laura groaned into her husband's mouth as she felt the tip of a firm cock begin to pry its way into her rectum. As the erection filled her rear passage, Laura frantically reached for Martin's hand and slid it down to her now vacant vagina. Fireworks continued to burst overhead as the cock finally filled her completely. Martin could feel the throbbing organ through the thin membranes that separated her passages. Laura was absolutely soaked, either by the cock invading her ass, or by the fingers that had preceded her husband's.
The cock inside her began to move slowly, dragging a stifled groan from the panting woman. The stranger knew what he was doing, and took her gently as her husband held her. He stopped his movements and allowed her to become accustomed to him. Martin kissed his wife deeply. His fingers probed her vagina while his thumb circled her clitoris. She panted and groaned into his mouth as her tongue chased his. The stranger held her hips and began to rock forward, sending his erection deeper into her tight channel. Laura broke the kiss and hissed as the stranger's thrusts began to increase in tempo. Since they were still in public, the stranger had to keep the movements subtle. He drove his erection into her to the hilt, then relaxed, letting nature withdraw him slightly. He repeated the gentle thrust, causing Laura to quietly mewl in pleasure.
Laura felt a hand leave her hip and reach around her. Martin pretended not to notice the strange hand cupping her breast, as his wife undulated her hips back on the hard cock. His wife's breath came in short gasps. He could read her body, she was close to orgasm and applied firmer pressure to her clitoris with his thumb. His fingers kept up their maddening contractions in her slick vagina. The erection within her delved harder and faster.
The crowd suddenly roared as the fireworks display came to its finale. Laura's voice joined those of the spectators as she felt the cock deep inside her swell and erupt. The stranger used the distraction of the noise to slam his hard cock deep into her ass and spew his load. Laura's vaginal muscles clamped down hard on her husband's hand and she came hard. She forced her eyes open and watched in wonder as the pyrotechnics exploded above her. The crowd cheered as the multicolored fire reflected over the water. She yelled with them at the top of her lungs and bore down hard with her inner muscles, milking the invader in her rear. Spasms rocked through her. Her knees weakened, and she would have collapsed had it not been for the stranger and her husband holding her.
The last shell burst above them. Soon they were plunged into darkness. Laura collapsed against her husband as the stranger withdrew. Martin removed his fingers from within his wife and supported her. Her head lolled against his shoulder and she was vaguely aware of the stranger's sweet breath.
"Happy 4th," was all he said; then he was gone.
Martin half led, half carried his wife to the car. He helped her into the passenger's seat, then closed the door, moving quickly around to the driver's side.
"Martin?" a voice suddenly said from behind him.
Martin turned and smiled brightly. "Rick! How the hell are you doing? We haven't seen you since we left Hawaii"
"Doing all right, man. I got out of the Army and moved up here. Heard the tourist girls here were better than on Waikiki. So, what are you doing?"
"Computers, man, computers," was his only reply.
"Where's Laura?"
"She's right here," he said as he opened his door.
Rick ran around to Laura's side of the car and peered through the open window. "Hi, Laura, how are you doing?"
Laura's eyes opened as she recognized the voice.
"Rick?" she asked.
Now fully awake, Laura pushed her door open and hugged their old friend. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her toward him.
"Did you enjoy the fireworks?" Rick asked. "I certainly did," he whispered.
Only then did she smell the spearmint on his breath.
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