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Heya! This is a pretty standard “guy has lots of sex” story. I could probably have split this one up, but I decided not to, so it’s kinda long even though it is easily 70% sex scenes.

This story contains: penis growth, nymphomania/satyriasis, lesbian incest, anal, exhibitionism, group sex, light D/S, many bisexual women, cuckolding

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John’s car rolled to a stop in the driveway. He sighed heavily. This is it, this is when we finally get serious. He looked over at Brenda for reassurance. She put her hand on his knee and smiled. Somehow it raised his hopes and made him more nervous at the same time.

John and Brenda had been the talk of their college dorm for months, since Brenda was widely considered the hottest woman in the building, possibly the whole campus, and John was, well… unimpressive. Brenda barely fit in her DDD-cup bras, John’s hoodies had room to spare. Brenda strutted around campus showing off her ass in tights, John scurried between physics classes. Brenda was the center of attention, John actively avoided it. Their pairing was extremely unusual, to the point that people suspected that Brenda had somehow discovered a monster hiding in John’s pants.

It confused John too, especially because he did not have a monster in his pants. But she seemed to really like him, and truth be told, he liked her too. The stereotype that hot girls are mean is just not true, Brenda was kind and intelligent, and in their most intimate moments John would look into her eyes and know that he loved her and she loved him.

Still, this was a little soon. They’d only been dating for two months and already Brenda was asking him to meet her mom! But it excited him too. After all, he knew he would be doing this sooner or later.

They rang the doorbell, and John steeled himself. He glanced at Brenda one last time just before the door opened.

“Helllooo!!” rang out Brenda’s mom as she the threw open the door. John’s first thought was: damn, I can see where Brenda gets it. The woman before him looked not a day over 30, and she had a rockin’ body even by those standards. Her breasts looked absolutely enormous. Not only that, but she knew how to show it off too. Her dress’s neckline plunged deep, showing off a valley of cleavage, and the rest of it hugged her trim body.

John just stared for a beat, earning him a beaming smile from the sexy older woman. Then he regained his wits and said “Hi! How are you tonight Ms. Baker?” He extended a hand, which she took for a little longer than may have been strictly polite.

“I’m good! Great in fact! Come on in you two, dinner’s just about ready.”

As she turned and walked towards the kitchen John couldn’t help but admire her ass. Brenda slapped him on the wrist in mock admonition.

Small talk ensued. John learned that Brenda’s mom was named Matilda. She was an R.N. and a widowed mother of two, and she made great salsa. He also learned a few embarrassing details of Brenda’s childhood, which amused everyone except Brenda to no end. John drank a little bit of beer and enjoyed the attention of the two most beautiful women who had ever even looked his way.

Eventually the conversation turned serious, although, not in the way that John expected it to. When the question did come it took him completely by surprise.

“So, John, how’s the sex?”

Truth be told, he was barely keeping up. At first Brenda had seemed remote, almost distracted, but at the end of their second date she had kissed him and then said he was the perfect man. Then she dragged him into her room and bounced on top of him for the entire night.

She was insatiable. They had steamy hot sex at least once a day. That was the other reason everyone in their dorm talked about them — they were “that loud couple” practically every night and many mornings. Once he had gone home for a three day weekend and she had texted him pictures and videos of herself masturbating for two days straight. When he finally got back to the dorms she fucked him until he couldn’t get it up any more.

Of course, that wouldn’t be an appropriate answer to her mom’s question! Nobody wants to hear that their daughter is a nymphomaniac!

“Uh, it’s, uh, good.”

Brenda and Matilda giggled at each other and Brenda said, “Oh, it’s quite good. I think he’s perfect for it,” and squeezed his arm for a second.

John was puzzled by that comment, but his confusion smoothed over quickly when Brenda started stroking his thigh under the table. For some reason he was feeling really aroused, even more than he normally would be when he was drunk and getting stealthily teased by his insanely hot girlfriend. But, hey, since when was that a bad thing? He reached out to take another sip of beer.

Ope, looks like that beer was a little harder to catch than he thought. He spilled it all over the table. Brenda gently pushed him back into his chair. He grumbled something and waved his arms to apologize.

Brenda moved into his field of view escort bayan etiler and said, “John, honey, just relax.” And… was her sweater pulled down? Mmm, her tits looked so good though… so big and jiggly…

John blacked out. He dreamed about sex.

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John awoke slowly in an unfamiliar room. His head was fuzzy. God, how much did he have to drink? He could only remember two beers. The sun was up and he… was he tied down?

In fact John was naked and his wrists and ankles were tied to a bed frame with silk rope. As the fuzz in his head cleared he also noticed that he was hornier than he could remember ever being. He glanced down at his raging erection. It looked bigger than normal. He tried uselessly to pull at the restraints. When he couldn’t relieve himself he threw his head back and groaned.

Footsteps came down the hall, and in came Brenda, gloriously naked and smiling. John admired her amazing form for the millionth time. Her straight brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, and pretty face never failed to captivate him. But at the moment he also had other things on his mind, such as her big perky breasts, long slender torso, smooth white skin, and her scrumptiously wide hips and long legs atop which, he knew, sat the most unbelievably perfect ass in existence. Brenda was tall for a woman, standing almost 5′ 9″, but unlike many tall women she had never tried to hide her height. If anything she liked to emphasize it, always standing up straight to show off her assets and wearing heels to events.

This gorgeous creature crawled up on the bed and said, “Hey honey! You’re finally up!”

She straddled his hips and pressed her body onto his to kiss him passionately. His dick wedged between her perfect ass cheeks.

He gasped for air when she finally released him from the kiss.

“Wh-what’s going on here Brenda? Why am I tied up?”

She sat up and squeezed his cock, making his need for sex even more urgent. “Oh, gosh, it’s so hard to explain. Are you sure you want me to explain it right now? When you’re in this state?” She put her hands on his chest and stroked him. He noticed for the first time that his entire crotch was already wet. He groaned and humped uselessly, eliciting a giggle from the angel on top of him. “I’ll explain later then.”

She lifted herself up and sat down on his manhood. Both sighed heavily, finally ending their anticipation. Brenda began to move her hips on top of him in little circles. He couldn’t do anything to encourage her besides jerk his hips a little bit in time. It was maddening, and when she saw his frustration she seemed amused.

“Don’t worry honey, we just needed you tied down for a little bit. But this is kind of fun, right?” She panted while she rode him hard. The entire front of her body was flushed. “It’s fun to be tied up, isn’t it stud? You like being my play thinggg?”

He could barely speak, but he had to say something. “Yes… God yes, I need you so much.” He groaned loudly as she changed up her motion to start slamming herself down on him. The room was filled with nothing but loud slapping and heavy breathing for a bit.

John didn’t notice Matilda come in the room, also naked. But he did notice when she reached around to tweak her daughter’s nipple, surprising the sex-crazed woman and making her body seize up in an intense orgasm. Her back arched and her sex juices leaked out and coated his crotch as her pussy milked his cock.

John thought he would come too, but his desire only mounted. Matilda noticed and said, “Ooh, looks like your stud’s in need hun. Should I help distract him?”

Matilda was indeed distracting. Although she didn’t have the youthful radiance of the 19-year-old sex bomb riding John’s dick, the 40-year-old seductress did have a body most women that age would kill for. She was shorter and had much bigger tits. They looked absurdly large on her small, slender frame. She had kept in great shape. Under her healthy skin her body was covered in toned muscles. Her bush was also a lot bigger, clearly she preferred to keep it natural unlike Brenda’s well-maintained garden. He got to see it up close when she shoved it in his face.

He lapped her slit like a starving man. She sighed and said “Ohh my Brenda, you’ve taught your man well.” Brenda, still recovering from her orgasm, smiled stupidly and said, “Yeah, he’s really good…” then she started riding again.

John was having the time of his life. He’d never been double-teamed before, even though he was used to constant mind-blowing sex this was a new high for him. Brenda’s pussy felt even tighter than usual and he’d never lasted this long. His world seemed to contract until all he knew was the hot pussy dripping into his mouth and the other one bouncing up and down on his dick. He couldn’t do anything about it, not that he wanted to. Brenda was right, at this point he was just a toy for these women, and he loved it.

Time became indeterminate. The room was filled with loud slapping, bebek escort mewling, and moaning. John’s cock felt white hot and his balls felt like they were going to explode, but every time he thought he would climax it just wouldn’t come. He channeled his frustration into stimulating Matilda’s clit, and was rewarded when the hot MILF shook and squeezed his head between her thighs.

At some point, he finally felt his balls clench up and his dick jumped inside Brenda as he had the most intense orgasm of his life. He saw stars and lights. The two hotties riding him seemed to feel it as well, and in particular Brenda had her third or fourth orgasm, mixing her lover’s prodigious load with her own cream.

Matilda got off his face and he gasped to catch his breath. He didn’t have much time for it though, because Brenda dropped down onto him and kissed him again. Her flesh was sizzling hot, and she practically ate off his face for almost a whole minute. Matilda untied his arms and he wrapped them around his beautiful girlfriend.

His dick was still embedded deep inside of her, and she slowly clenched and unclenched her stomach to keep stimulating him.

“Fuck that was good,” she said when she detached her face from his. He couldn’t agree more, although he certainly could have gone for another round. She looked at him straight in the eyes, and he could see that while she was full of carnal desire there was also real affection there.

He panted and said, “So uh, why am I tied up? Also” he looked over at Matilda, who was leaned up against the headboard of the bed and slowly circling her right nipple with her finger, “why is your mom having sex with us?”

Brenda sighed and pushed herself up on her elbows. “So, there’s this family curse. Mom calls it ‘the succubus gene’.”

“Yep,” said Matilda. “All the women in our family have it.”

Brenda looked back into John’s eyes, “It makes us super horny, all the time. More than any man can handle. Before I met you I…” she looked away, “I would hook up with as many guys as I could to satisfy the itch. I’d go to parties and try to fuck every guy there.” She looked back at him. “I was really depressed. Then I met you and I knew I couldn’t do that any more, with you it was more than just sex. But, you know, it’s hard to keep up with me.”

Now Matilda broke in. “It’s terrible for us. Using toys or fucking random guys is barely enough to satisfy us, and if we fall in love there’s no way they can keep up. My husband had a heart attack while I was riding him.”

“Well… Mom found this new drug, called Virisyn-X.”

“It makes you more virile, gives you more energy, makes your sex drive stronger, makes your dick bigger…”

“They’re marketing it as a dick-growth pill, since the super-charged libido is considered a harmful side effect. And after the first few doses it’s permanent.”

John was starting to get the picture. “Oh so, you gave me some so I could ah, handle you?”

Brenda nodded. “We weren’t sure you would want it. It’s super experimental still. But, you know, for us it’s sort of the best possible thing that could happen. So we uh, put it in your beer. I hope you can forgive me.”

How could he not forgive her? If anything he was grateful. Their relationship had been amazing but he always felt unable to really please her. This would probably solve everything.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind at all. Why was I tied up though? Not that I didn’t like it.”

Matilda cut in. “It was for your own safety. You were thrashing around for about half an hour when you first took it.”

“And we were uh, taking care of our needs. On you. While you were out,” said Brenda.

“Wait… how long was I out?”

“About two and a half days.”

John’s eyes went wide. “Two DAYS? Jesus! So it’s Sunday?!”

“Yup. I was hoping we could fuck all weekend but the first dose knocked you out a lot longer than I thought it would.” She started rubbing herself back and forth on his dick. “We still have more than twelve hours until our first classes tomorrow…” She grinned mischievously at him.

John was still hard as a rock and not tired at all. He said, “Well then, untie my legs so we can get started.”

She bit her lip and started humping him in earnest. Matilda said, “Oh well, I’ll leave you two kids to it. It was nice meeting you John.” She untied his feet and slapped his thigh. “I’ll go off and keep myself busy.”

With that, John forcefully flipped her daughter over and got busy himself. Brenda squealed as he pulled out and re-inserted his sizable rod all the way into her eager pussy. She gasped and relaxed her whole body, then wrapped her legs around him. He did it again, and again, and again, faster and faster, each time making her big boobs jiggle more and more until they were bouncing around all over her chest. Her eyes unfocused and she let her arms hang limp on the bed. She seemed to try to speak but all that came out was “Uh—uh-uh-uh-uh” in time with John’s fulya escort thrusts. He changed up the rhythm a few times, until he found something that really got them both off.

His hips moved faster than he thought was possible, and Brenda’s face opened up in something that looked like concern, or maybe even pain, as she approached the brink. She whispered “oh fuck” right before she came hard on his dick. Her stomach tensed up and her vagina pulsed. He saw this and shoved himself in as far as he could, causing her to inhale sharply. They made eye contact for a solid few seconds while she came silently. Brenda relaxed a little bit, and John began to pull out slowly. She arched her back and yelled “oooOOOHHHH FUCK. FUCK KEEP GOING KEEP GOING KEEP GOING” while he started to pound her again, until her words devolved into gibberish. She was riding the waves of the longest, most intense orgasm she’d ever had, and John’s chemically altered nervous system wasn’t even close to coming yet. John smirked at the writhing sexpot below him. Finally, he might be the one sexually overpowering her. He reached out and managed to grab one of her wildly bouncing breasts and gripped it tightly, causing her to gasp and twitch.

After a few minutes she seemed to recover, and his thoughts were dispelled when she pulled him down to herself forcefully and gave him a big sloppy kiss. Then she whispered in his ear,

“You better not stop, you big dicked fucker.”

She punctuated her demand by gripping his ass hard and pulling him into her. The look on her face was absolutely undaunted and fierce, even with her disheveled hair and red face. John could only try to match it by practically laying himself down on top of her and thrusting into her that way. He was pushing himself up by his elbows, but low enough that he could place his head alongside hers and press his chest into her breasts, which stimulated her nipples whenever his thrusting hips made them jiggle against his chest hair. She panted and made little squeaking noises into his ear while he pounded her mercilessly.

He slowed down his pace for a few seconds, bit her ear and growled, “I’ll stop when you stop, bitch,” before returning to his normal pace and then some.

They didn’t stop for almost an hour and a half, when John finally felt his next orgasm bubbling up. By that time he was desperate for it, practically frothing at the mouth with need. Brenda was back on top, twisting and humping recklessly while he gripped her waist and pushed himself up to meet her. Their bodies were both battered, scratched, red, and sweaty, but the two were still fucking like they’d just started. John suddenly tensed up and curled his toes as he felt his orgasm come over him. As his cum entered his hot lover she stopped, smiled, and sighed airily. John could barely see. His cum leaked out of her puffy, used pussy for the second time that day (that he could remember).

When John regained his senses Brenda slipped off of him and laid beside him on he bed. Both just panted while they recovered from their sexual marathon. John looked over at Brenda and they both laughed. Brenda stroked his chest.

“This I could get used to,” she said.

He laughed again. “Heheh, yeah. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m so, so so fucking lucky to be with you. I love you.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet!” She kissed him and cuddled up to him. “I love you too.”

After cuddling for a little while, the happy couple decided they were hungry and went down to the kitchen to fix up some lunch. They entered the kitchen naked and hand-in-hand, only to find Matilda in there rubbing herself on the small dining room table. John paused, but Brenda pulled him forwards, apparently unconcerned.

“This is just normal for us. Mom’s single right now, and we have a rule that no randos are allowed in the house, so if she gets too horny one of us has to take care of it. I hope it’s not too weird for you.”

Considering all the other crazy stuff that had happened to him that weekend, John actually wasn’t all that weirded out by seeing his girlfriend’s mom pleasuring herself right in front of him. After all, he wasn’t looking at anything he hadn’t seen before. Matilda’s eyes shot open and met his. They were burning with need. She opened her legs wide and whispered, “Please, please…” while still fingering her clit.

John looked over at Brenda questioningly. She nodded. He looked back at the wanton woman before him and continued to hesitate, even while his cock regained its stiffness. Brenda patted his back in encouragement. “Go on, she needs the help.”

John gulped and walked over to the table, placing his body between the older woman’s taut legs. She continued to burn holes in him with her eyes while he scooted her ass to the edge of the table and lined up his member with her gaping entrance. She let out a high-pitched sigh as he entered her. Brenda, meanwhile, went to go fix some sandwiches for herself and her boyfriend.

Right before he pushed the length of his rod into her, John asked Matilda, “Are you on birth control?”

She gave him a look, surprised that this smart young man could be so slow. “Always.” Was all she said, and she was rewarded when he started pushing more of his meat into her.

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Bad Boy Road Trip Ch. 02

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Please enjoy this new chapter of Bad Boy Road Trip. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.

A special thanks to ramjet86, a volunteer editor/proofreader, who helped me get this published. If you would like to assist with proofreading/editing, please contact me at My Profile. Thanks.

-Taylor VanCannon

Chirping birds woke Jake from a deep slumber. A light breeze sent shafts of sunlight shimmering through slits in the mini-blinds, painting the inside of the RV with golden ripples. He rolled up on his side and watched the gentle rise and fall of Daisy’s magnificent breasts. Her long blond hair fanned out over the pillow. One arm lay askew, over the top of her head and the other lay flat over her tummy, almost touching the top edge of her neatly manicured pubic hair. A ray of light danced across her mound, lighting up her landing strip like a golden runway.

She stirred, stretching her legs and pointing her toes. Her hand pressed into her mound and tiny smile crossed her lips. Her fingers curled under, gently digging into her crotch. Her eyes blinked open, aware that she was being watched.

Jake smiled, and leaned in to kiss her.

She turned her head slightly, brushing her cheek against the coarse stubble of his unshaved face.

He scowled.

“Sorry… I’ve got morning mouth.” She licked her dry lips to make the point.

He grinned, and move down to her ample breast, nibbling on her soft perky nipple.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, pressing a finger into her moist slit.

He lifted his head. “You started without me.”

She giggled and brushed his scruffy hair to one side. “I did… but I’ll let you finish.”

He licked his way down her firm body, taking his time. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her continue to rub herself. He nudged her hand aside to nibble his way into the soft folds of her pussy. He licked his way up and down, waiting for a reaction.

“Right there,” she cooed, maneuvering his head over just the right spot. His fluttering tongue sent a shudder through her body.

He raised his head and glanced back at her. “This is just the thing for morning mouth.”

She laughed and nudged him onto his back so she could straddled his face. His tongue instantly returned to her clit, eliciting another soft moan. She lowered her head and licked his big cock, starting at the head and going all the way to his balls. She took her time, teasing and sucking each globe, one at a time. She lifted his cock with her tongue and snaked it into her throat. She held her breath and took him deep while he pummeled her clit with the tip his tongue.

He pulled her cheeks apart and stared up into her ass crack, enthralled by her tight pink rosebud. He dug his finger into her crack, teasing her asshole open.

Unable to concentrate on the big cock in her throat, she straightened her arms and arched her back, giving him a better angle on her clit. Her moans turned to grunts and left her gasping for breath as she hurtled head long into a massive orgasm. She cried out, her body rigid with pleasure.

He eased up with his tongue and tenderly licked the length of her glistening pink gash. He finally tore his eyes away from her gorgeous ass and rolled her off his face. He reached for her hand and pulled her towards him, until he could feel her hot breath on his lips. “Still worried about morning mouth?”

She licked his lips, savoring the musky taste of her pussy. She licked again, this time slurping up her juices from his chin. She straddled his cock on all fours, and then worked her hips until she found the head and slid herself onto it. “You be the judge.” She pressed her lips down on his and forced her tongue between his parted lips.

His tongue tangled with hers in an intricate game of cat and mouse.

She put her hips in motion and twerked his big cock, rapidly increasing her pace.

He pulled back from her lips. “I want to watch.”

“Mmmm,” she cooed. “Sounds… nasty.”

He grinned as she sat upright and brought her legs up, like she was a jockey, about to mount a stallion. He gingerly parted her knees, opening her up to his gaze. Her sculptured pussy lips appeared to gobble up his hard cock.

She leaned back and gripped his ankles for support, and then lifted her ass until just the head remained hidden. “Like this?”

He nodded, locking his hands behind his head to maintain a clear view of her glistening slit.

She wanted to give as good as she got, so she pumped him hard, sliding his big cock in and out of her pussy. She gazed into his eyes, waiting for the telltale sign of an impending orgasm.

He licked his lips as he began to pant.

Her hamstrings burned with exertion. She reached deep, and pumped even harder.

He gripped the back of her calves and used his hips to pump against her onslaught.

She held on for dear life, her legs on fire. Breathlessly, she said, “Hurry.”

He responded with a fury of his own and pounded her from below.

Her legs gave way, so he relied on his hands to support escort bayan topkapı her ass. Unable to move her hips, she just held on and prayed he got there soon.

He closed his eyes, and grimaced as his arm muscles cramped up. He sucked in one last breath, and dug deep. Stroke… stroke… stroke… “Aaaragh.”

She felt his release inside her and dropped down the length of his shaft when his arms gave out. Unable to move, she squeezed her muscles, literally milking his cock for what remained of his pulsing orgasm.

Their chests heaved as they both gasped for breath. They stared into each others eyes as they slowly regained control of themselves.

“That was fabulous,” Jake said, massaging the knots in her hamstrings.

She grinned. “You know what comes next, don’t you?”

He fluttered his tongue and then licked his dry lips. “Bring it on.”

She gently lifted herself off his cock and pinched her pussy lips together to keep from dribbling. She scooted forward and straddled his face, hovering over his mouth as she released her hand. A gob of cum dripped from her pussy and into his waiting mouth. “Now you can show me nasty,” she said, and then pressed her gooey pussy lips onto his waiting mouth.

He slurped loudly, digging his tongue deep up inside her.

*****

Daisy stepped out of the RV, showered and refreshed, wearing a matching pink halter and shorts. The aroma of coffee brought a smile to her face.

Jake poured her a cup of freshly brewed campfire coffee.

“Mmmm,” she said, tasting the brew. His cutoff jeans were wet. “Did you go for a swim?”

“Had to,” he said, “no way we could both fit in that shower… and you beat me to it.”

“Sorry,” she said, “girl’s prerogative.” She took a seat next to him and warmed her feet by the campfire.

“So,” he asked, “what can you tell me about your Aunt Belle?”

She pouted and flicked his shoulder. “Am I being kicked to the curb already?”

He smiled. “Hey… we had a good run, but now I need to get back on the road.”

He was right, besides, she didn’t have another fuck left in her right now. It might take hours to work the knots out of her legs. “What do you want to know?”

“She’s single, right?”

“Yep, and never married. In fact, for the longest time I thought she batted for the other team.”

He gave her a curious look. “What about that story of Dwayne fucking her in the backseat of the caddie?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Mom thinks that might have been her first guy, you know, not counting when she was younger.”

“Younger?”

“Yeah, she and Mom did a little hell-raising in high-school. That’s were I got the impression Aunt Belle goes both ways.”

“Sweet… and the ladies in her book club, what about them?”

“No idea… but it looks like you’re about to find out. Can I warm up your coffee?”

“Sure,” he said, holding out his cup.

She stood directly in front of him and bent down at the waist to reach for the coffee pot on the edge of the campfire. She paused, and then wiggled her ass.

“No fair,” he said, staring at her ass. The loose fitting shorts showed off a little too much of her charms. He started to reach for her ass when she abruptly stood and topped off his coffee.

“Sorry,” she said, teasing him, “I know you have to get back on the road.” She glanced down at the growing bulge in his pants. She batted her eyes. “Did I do that?”

He undid his cutoffs and freed his big cock. It arced forward, pointing directly towards her crotch. He grinned and locked his eyes on hers, and then poured half his coffee onto the dusty ground. “Can you top me up again?”

“Absolutely!” She turned and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts. She bent forward and peeled them off in the process. She didn’t bother reaching for the coffee.

He grabbed her bare ass and pulled her towards him, carefully aiming for his intended target.

She gasped when the head of his cock pressed up against her asshole. Concerned about his intentions, she asked,” Jake?”

“Relax,” he said, “I’m a professional… I know what I’m doing.”

She giggled, nervously. It wasn’t painful… yet, but there was no way she was taking a dry cock up her ass.

“You’re doing fine,” he said, pulling her back even harder.

The force of his cock stretched her open a tiny bit. She looked over her shoulder. “Get me wet first… I can’t take it like this.”

“Does it feel good?”

She pondered the question. The pressure on her asshole was arousing her. She squeezed her breasts and tweaked her hard nipples. She nodded and reached for her crotch.

“Wait,” Jack said, batting her hand away. “It’s too early.”

Disappointed, she asked, “Too early for what?”

“Push back,” he commanded, leaving little room for negotiation.

She braced her hands on both knees and shifted her weight back, increasing the pressure on her asshole, sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine. “Okay… but be careful,” she pleaded.

Her crinkled asshole was like sandpaper on the sensitive head of beykent escort his cock, sending little jolts of pleasure up his shaft with each twitch of her ass. His breathing quickened.

Surprised to hear him panting, she asked, “Are you going to cum?”

He groaned.

She pushed back, just a little, increasing the pressure on his cock.

His body tensed.

She bit down on her lower lip, fearful he was about to enter her bone dry ass.

He cried out as cum burbled from the head of his cock, instantly lubricating her tightly stretched asshole.

She felt her asshole give way, opening to accommodate his big cock. She gasped and pushed back hard, taking him deep… all the way in.

He pulled her back into his lap and squeezed her tits, roughly pinching her rock hard nipples. His pulsing cock filled her ass with cum. “Now,” he commanded, “use your fingers.”

She was so fucking hot that she barely touched herself before an orgasm blossomed deep in her loins.

She finally relaxed as his cock softened inside her. She turned her head back and grinned. “That was unexpected.”

“Mmmm,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling the lobe. “It’s something I just thought up.”

She kissed him, grateful for the experience. “I’d like to see you try that on Aunt Belle.”

*****

Ever since he passed the big roadside billboard, Jake could not get the image of a tasty Banh Mi sandwich out of his mind. He took the Pecos exit, just as the advertisers had hoped, and followed the signs to Kim-lee’s Vietnamese Banh Mi Palace.

He instantly regretted his decision when he pulled into the seedy strip mall. It was lunchtime and he could count the number of cars on one hand. Not a good sign. He parked the big RV in an empty area of the lot and walked towards the restaurant.

A small middle aged Asian women stepped out of a dilapidated storefront. “Meester… you need haircut?”

He could barely understand her thick accent and broken English. Was it a question, or a command? The sign over the door read: Phuc’s Salon there was no question that his shaggy mop was long overdue for a trim. “Naw,” he said, blowing her off, “I just want something to eat.”

“Meester… you need haircut… come in… come in… you eat here.”

She looked determined, and had a slight smirk as though she knew he was no match for her persistence; she desperately wanted the business. He looked into the empty salon, and then towards the restaurant, two doors down.

“Good food… we get for you.” She turned and yelled something unintelligible back into the salon. Vietnamese?

A striking young woman came out. She had a classic china-doll figure with long black hair hanging straight down her back. After a brief exchange with the older woman, she turned to him and spoke in flawless English, “Sorry about my mom, she can be a little demanding at times. My name is Mai, we are a full service salon, and my Aunt, Kim-lee owns the restaurant. I would be happy to order you lunch while Mom cuts your hair.”

How could he turn that down, especially coming from a gorgeous young woman? “Thanks… Mai.”

“You’re welcome. My mom’s name is Phung.”

He chuckled. “Who is…” He thought better of trying to pronounce the name painted over the door, and instead pointed to it.

She pronounced her grandfathers name, and smiled politely. It was the butt of many jokes, and she’d heard them all before. “My grandfather emigrated from Vietnam and opened this salon… after the war.”

Phung’s face lit up at the prospect of a customer. “Come, come… special price for you… deluxe service.” She took him by the hand and led him into the small salon. There were four empty stations. Two young women emerged from a curtained doorway in back. She brought him to a stop along a mirrored wall, covered with full size posters of movie stars. She swept her arm over the selection. “You pick.”

Confused, he looked to Mai for help.

Mai said, “Don’t worry, my mom is very good.” She led him over to full sized poster of Brad Pitt and positioned him so he could see his reflection, right next to the famous movie star. Phung snatched off his hat and mirrored aviators. Mai smiled and said, “I suggest this one.”

Jake chuckled. Pitt was definitely handsome, clean shaven with closely cropped dark hair. He wore a crisply pressed white shirt with several buttons open. The sleeves were neatly rolled, showing off his tanned forearms. His tan slacks hung casually, with a razor sharp crease. A far cry from his crumpled cowboy duds and ragged mop. He nodded to Mai, “She can make me look like that?”

Even Mai was skeptical, but said, “My mom’s a miracle worker.” She switched to their native language for an animated exchange with her Mom, and then reverted to English. “My father is a tailor… and has a small clothing store… if you want the clothes in the picture.”

“I don’t have that much time,” Jake protested.

Phung said, “He very fast… two hour… max. You look just like Brad Pitt.”

Jake was still skeptical.

“I think she’s right,” ortaköy escort Mai said, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulders, “and it will be a big improvement.”

Jake checked his watch and shrugged his shoulders, “Why not?” Plenty of time before he had to be in Van Horn.

Phung whipped a tape out of her smock and started measuring his upper body, calling out measurements to Mai in her native language. Things went smoothly until Phung squatted to measure his inseam, first one leg, and then the other.

Jake watched as she pondered the bulge down his right inseam.

She measured the circumference of each thigh, and then whispered something to Mai.

Mai’s eyes grew wide and she blushed.

Phung giggled, and switched to English, “Just give numbers to father, he know what to do.”

“Okay,” Mai said, “what size shoe?”

“I’m nine wide,” Jake said, astonished at the prospect of a complete makeover. He was hustled back into the chair, reclined almost flat, and lathered up for a shave. He felt a tug on his boots and glanced down. “Hold on…”

Mai said, “Meet my cousins, Trinh and Cam. They’ll take care of your feet.”

He started to protest, but Phung pulled his head back against the headrest and flashed the shiny straight razor in front of his eyes. The boots were history and he caught a whiff of the scented Jasmine water they used to wash his feet. He tried to relax, but was anxious about the demanding woman wielding the razor.

Phung expertly finished his shave and sat him upright, ready for a haircut. The Banh Mi was delivered, along with a cold beer. He wolfed down the flavorful sandwich while Phung trimmed his unruly mop. When he finished eating, the girls got to work on his hands.

Finished, Jake checked his watch, surprised to see it had only taken about forty-five minutes. He stood and examined the results in the mirror, next to Brad Pitt. Not bad…

Phung, speaking in Vietnamese, said something to Mai that got them all chattering at the same time. Jake stood back and watched the drama unfold as they shouted over each other, gesturing wildly.

Phung shut them up with a swipe of her hand and turned to Jake. “Sorry… didn’t mean to confuse… you get massage now.”

“Massage?” Jake asked, surprised by the suggestion.

“Yes, yes,” Phung said, insistently, “included in deluxe package.”

He turned to Mai, questioning her with his eyes.

Mai smiled. “It’s the family business… for special customers.”

“Family business?”

Mai said, “My grandfather started a full service salon in Saigon. Back then, you did whatever was necessary to survive. Grandfather did the grooming, and his daughters kept the GI’s happy with massages. That’s where Phung got her start in the business.”

“And now?”

“Same business, we just traded the GI’s for cowboys and truck drivers.”

“So… what kind of massages?”

It was Mai’s turn to be incredulous. “The kind with a happy ending…” She pumped her fist several times for emphasis.

Jake grinned, but was still not convinced. “What were you arguing about?”

“Trinh and Cam were upset that Phung gave me the assignment… to provide your massage… they wanted to do it.”

Jake glanced over to the girls. They both took that as an invitation to scurry over to his side and cling to his arms. “Whoa,” he said, “what did Phung decide?”

Trinh volunteered, “You get to pick.”

He put his arms around both girls. “Sweet, can I pick them both?”

“Yes, yes,” the girls said in unison, jumping up and down.

Phung frowned. “That extra!”

Jake smiled. “Perfect, then I’ll take all three… just add it to my bill.”

A skeptical Mai led Jake and the chattering girls to the back room.

Jake looked back before going through the door. Phung was stretched out in the chair he had just vacated, and her natural frown had turned into a warm smile.

“First, we start with a shower massage,” Mai said, leading him to a small dressing area.

Jake stuck his head inside the shower. “Nice,” he said, “and it’s big.”

Trinh knelt and took a close look at the charging bull on his large bronze belt buckle. She couldn’t resist giving the bulge in his pants leg a quick squeeze before unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down. Like Daisy before her, she was shocked to see the head of his cock hanging below the hem of his boxers.

Mai and Cam peeled off his shirt and dropped to their knees to check out Trinh’s discovery.

Jake was accustomed to the reaction, but it was the first time he’d seen it from three girls at once. They started chattering the moment he slid his boxers down and let them drop to the floor. When Cam reached for his cock, he wagged his finger, waving her off. “It’s my turn to watch.” He tapped Mai under her chin, bringing her up to her feet, leaving no doubt who he wanted to see first.

Mai tossed her long black hair over her shoulder and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. She wiggled out of her tight jeans and then dropped the blouse on the floor. She stood erect, her black lacy garments barely hiding her feminine charms. She unhooked her bra and slid her hands up under the cups, letting it drop to the floor as she squeezed her tiny hard nipples. Next came the panties, revealing an unruly tuft of straight black pubic hair. Her olive skin was flawless and showed no tan lines.

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Chapter 1: Taking The Strain

Paul Davis was lucky. He had the looks, he had the body and he had the talent. Six foot tall and built like the proverbial brick-shithouse he was the perfect centre forward. Quick, strong and with silky skills that would make David Beckham look ordinary, Paul was a regular scorer…both on and off the field.

Things were looking good for Paul and his team, Oakdale, who were top of the Premier League and heading for more glory in the FA cup, having reached the final. He was also top goal scorer in the league, with 26 goals already to his credit. It seemed he could do no wrong…or could he?

Two weeks before the FA cup final against feared rivals Manchester United, Oakdale were rocked by the news that Paul had suffered a groin strain in training. Oakdale boss Luca Vieri insisted that Paul rest for seven days in order to alleviate the problem, and then see the club doctor to assess the injury. This would mean Paul missing a vital league game against a much improving Everton side, who had risen from the depths of despair to third place in the table, just two points behind the leaders. Paul certainly wasn’t pleased with the situation, but obeyed his managers’ orders and agreed to rest.

The day of the Everton match arrived. Despite the fact he would take no part in the proceedings, Paul couldn’t stay away from such a crucial game. He took his seat in the VIP box at Stamford Park and prepared to watch the drama unfold. Surprisingly, he was the only person in the box as the kick-off approached. Suddenly the door swung open and in walked Zoe. Zoe was a 19-year-old blonde with the face of an angel and body to match. Although angelic in looks, she was certainly no angel in other ways if the rumours were to be believed! Almost all of the players fancied her, well, the straight ones anyway, and would gladly have slipped her one if it wasn’t for one thing – she was the chairman’s daughter.

Den Tate was Oakdale’s chairman, and certainly wasn’t a man to mess with. He’d once given a free-transfer to a player valued at two million pounds just because he found out he’d had sex the night before a game. He was the man who could make or break you. If he chose to make you, then you’d undoubtedly be a success. If he chose to break you, it was usually in half! There seemed to be only one rule at Oakdale – don’t piss the chairman off – and fucking his daughter probably fell into that category!

“Hi, Paul!” said Zoe in her usual upbeat manner.

“Hiya, Zoe.”

Zoe sat down next to him and as she did so her embarrassingly short skirt rode up to reveal…everything! It was all too clear to Paul that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He tried without success to avoid looking down at her exposed pussy.

“How are you?” she asked, apparently oblivious, or maybe just not caring, about the fact that her crotch was on show.

“Err…Err…Fine. Fine, thank you. And you?” Paul eventually replied, trying desperately to look her in the face.

“I’m fine, thanks,” she replied, again making no attempt to cover her modesty.

“Good. Should be a good game.”

“I’m not really that bothered about the football,” admitted Zoe. “I just come here to watch all those fit, young men running around in tight, little shorts. It gets me so hot.”

Zoe slowly began to rub her hands up and down her exposed thighs, gently stroking them. Paul couldn’t help but look; his eyes were now transfixed on her exposed flesh. After a few moments of gentle stroking, Zoe diverted her attention to her now moist pussy. Slowly she ran a finger across her swollen pussy lips and moaned softly with pleasure.

Paul could feel himself firming up and shuffled uneasily in his seat to try to conceal the fact. The young blonde was now vigorously fingering herself. Three fingers were buried deep inside her warm, wet pussy as her thumb gently beat against her engorged clitoris.

The football couldn’t have been any further from Paul’s mind. His attention was totally focused on this attractive, young goddess, who was putting on a one woman show just for him. She began moaning loudly as she increased şişli escort the pace at which she pleasured herself. Suddenly she let out a stream of expletives and her whole body appeared to shake as the force of her impending orgasm took hold.

Paul looked on in awe, now fully erect and having a lot of trouble trying to conceal the fact. Zoe’s cries of pleasure soon died down and she slumped back into her chair, still softly caressing the glistening hole between her thighs.

“Oh…Oh, fuck that was good!” she declared after finally regaining her breathe.

“I can see that,” replied Paul sarcastically, indicating to the juices running down her thighs.

“So can I!” she said with glee, looking down at the large bulge that had formed in Paul’s pants. “I take it a groin strain doesn’t stop you from performing off the field?”

“I guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?” he replied, more in hope than anything else.

Without warning Zoe was quickly sat on his lap, her legs astride. She firmly pressed her lips against his and eagerly darted her tongue in and out of his willing mouth. All of Paul’s reservations were now thrown aside and he returned the compliment with relish, exploring every inch of her open mouth. He then took hold of the front of her blouse and ripped it open, sending several buttons flying through the air. To his delight, Zoe wasn’t wearing a bra and her ample breasts were on full show. Her nipples were stiff and pointing out like bullets, and the soft, pink flesh that surrounded them quivered with his every touch.

Wasting no time he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, greedily sucking and licking for all he was worth. With his free hand he roughly squeezed and stroked the other, tweaking the hard nipple forcefully with every moan of delight that came from Zoe’s lips. As he continued to suck, kiss and caress her tits, Zoe lowered her hand and again began fingering her still pleasure soaked pussy. This time though, Paul was having none of it. He stopped her and stood up, lifting her with him. He then gently eased her down to the floor so that she was knelt before him.

He quickly undid his belt and allowed his pants and boxers to drop to the floor. His cock sprang up, pointing straight towards his navel. Zoe gasped in awe at the sight of his 8 inches of thick, throbbing meat.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he demanded to know. “An invitation? Suck it!”

She didn’t need asking twice. She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and eased back his foreskin to reveal the purple, throbbing helmet. She started off slowly, teasingly flicking her tongue over the swollen head of his cock. As she did this she pumped the shaft of his meat that was gripped firmly in her hand. With each lick and forceful stroke Paul let out moans of delight and words of encouragement.

“Oh, yeah, baby! Lick my cock. Taste it! Oh, fuck…”

After a few minutes or so, Paul had had enough and took hold of Zoe’s head, forcing it down onto his hard cock. She took the hint. In one swift motion she took almost all of his length into her eager mouth. This time she wasted no time and quickly began moving her head up and down, greedily licking and sucking his manhood. Paul found this, along with her previous masturbation show, all too much and let out a loud groan as his cock twitched and pulsed in her mouth. Warm spunk shot from his cock and straight down her eagerly waiting throat. A second jet followed, again shooting straight down her throat. Zoe didn’t even flinch. She continued to suck and wank his cock as more and more of his sticky goo cascaded from his twitching length. She withdrew his cock from her mouth and milked the last few jets of cum onto her tits.

“Fucking hell! You can’t half cum!” she observed, as his spunk dribbled down her cleavage and onto her stomach.

As the jets of cum turned to dribbles she again took him between her lips and sucked the last trickles of his juice from his aching cock. Spunk dribbled down her chin as she continued to lick and suck his quickly shrivelling meat.

Both bağcılar escort Zoe and Paul were then scared half to death when they heard soft moaning coming from within the room. They looked up and saw that unbeknownst to them Sally, Zoe’s best friend, had at some point entered the VIP box. Sally was also 19-years-old, had long brown hair and tits like watermelons. She was so good looking that she made Zoe look positively ordinary by comparison.

Sally was stood in the corner of the room with her knickers around her ankles and her skirt hitched up around her waist. Her eyes were shut tightly and she was frantically fingering herself. Her hand was moving so fast that it appeared to be nothing more than a blur. She seemed oblivious to the fact that Zoe and Paul had stopped and were now watching her solo show.

“Why don’t you join in, Sal?” asked Zoe, after a moment or two of watching her friend pleasuring herself.

Paul’s face lit up at the prospect of a menage a trois. Sally stopped playing with herself and opened her eyes.

“Oh, I didn’t realise you’d finished,” she said, as if being caught masturbating was an every day occurrence.

“We’re only just starting, babe,” Paul replied confidently, although inside he couldn’t believe how lucky he’d been and certainly wasn’t as confident as his outward behaviour might suggest. He began to play with his now limp cock, trying to restore it to its former glory, before adding, “Now come over here and let’s have some fun.”

She discarded her knickers and quickly removed her top. Paul smiled and stared at her large tanned tits, before removing his pants that were still around his ankles. Sally walked over to Paul and Zoe, as she did so Paul noticed that her own juices were trickling down her thighs from her wet, hairy pussy.

“Clean her up with your tongue, Zoe,” he ordered, again with a lot more confidence than he felt.

He needn’t have worried; Zoe obeyed instantly. She sat Sally down in the chair with her legs spread wide apart and knelt down on all fours. She then buried her head between her friends thighs and began licking and fingering her wet pussy. Paul stood aside and watched the spectacle, still playing with his semi-erect cock. After a few minutes, his cock sprang back to life and hardened to a full-blown erection.

While he looked on and masturbated, Zoe was still feverishly working away on Sally’s cunt. Licking, sucking and fingering her friend like an accomplished porn star. Sally was in total ecstasy. “Yesss…Ohhh, yesss! Lick my cunt, you dirty bitch! Make me cum!” she screamed uncontrollably.

Zoe stopped for a second, turned to Paul and said, “Fuck me, baby. I want to feel your cock.”

“No problem!” he replied, with his usual wry smile.

“Up the arse, Paul. I want you in my arse,” she demanded; wiggling her tight backside in the air before burying her head between Sally’s thighs again and continuing her work on her friends warm, wanton pussy.

Paul’s cock was now bursting for more action and he walked over to her and positioned himself behind her. He knelt down and placed one hand on her hip while guiding his large cock towards her tight little ring. He started slowly, just gently easing the head of his cock into her arse, to which Zoe let out a little scream.

“Oh, yeah! Push it all the way, Paul. I want to feel your balls slapping my pussy.”

With that Paul forced the rest of his shaft into her tight, dark hole and began thrusting slowly. Zoe was now licking and fingering Sally like a woman possessed. Sally threw her head back and began to shake and moan.

“Oh, yes, Zoe! Yes! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she groaned, as her pussy spasmed and her whole body shook with the intensity of her climax.

Zoe showed no mercy. She continued to lick and finger her, feeling her pussy contract around her fingers as she did so. Paul, too, showed no mercy. He was banging into Zoe’s arse at an ever-increasing pace. Withdrawing almost all of his hard cock before slamming it back into her until his balls slapped against her cunt. Harder and fındıkzade escort harder, he fucked her arse like it had never been fucked before. He reached out began to play with Sally’s large tits. He squeezed and stroked her huge melons with one hand while tweaking her hard erect nipples with the other, all the while still thrusting his hard length mercilessly into Zoe’s aching arsehole.

Zoe was still in the throes of orgasm, shaking and writhing with every touch, whether it was Zoe between her legs or Paul fondling her tits. Every touch was like electricity surging through her convulsing body.

“Oh, fuck…that felt…so good! You’ve got…one hell of a tongue, Zoe.” she managed to mumble, between long, heavy breaths.

“Why don’t you return the compliment?” asked Paul, still forcing his meat into Zoe’s tight rear.

Sally did as instructed and moved round to the back of Paul and Zoe. Paul continued to thrust his weapon in and out of Zoe’s arse as Sally lay down and moved beneath Zoe’s rocking body. She laid down in the sixty-nine position and started to lick her unoccupied pussy. Zoe was now screaming, but not in pain, in pleasure. She was in heaven. A cock up her arse and a tongue in her pussy. What more could a girl ask for?

“Lick my balls, Sal,” demanded Paul.

Sally obliged. She alternated between licking Zoe’s wet, shaven pussy and licking Paul’s large, heavy balls and, in between thrusts, the shaft of his cock. Again this proved too much for Paul and he pulled his cock out of Zoe’s arse and began to masturbate quickly, tugging on his throbbing cock for all he was worth. Zoe quickly turned round and both herself and Sally were now knelt in front of him. Paul groaned loudly, and with one final tug on his cock a hot jet of cum shot from him and splattered into Zoe’s sweat soaked face. Sally moved into position to receive the second jet of cum. She wasn’t disappointed. A second stream of spunk shot from his twitching cock and landed on her tits. A third and fourth followed, landed on her stomach and pussy. She then lent forward and sucked the remaining cum from his aching balls. Greedily licking up any that escaped down her chin.

When she’d drained his cock completely, she turned to Zoe and they kissed passionately, exchanging cum, both male and female, as their tongues explored every inch of each other’s mouths.

“Fuck that was good!” exclaimed Paul; sweat dripping off him.

Sally and Zoe replied in unison, still in their embrace, “Too fucking right!”

Zoe laid Sally down on the floor and began to lick Paul’s cum off her body. Licking her tits, stomach and pussy. Greedily swallowing every drop. When she’d finished they again kissed passionately before cleaning themselves up and dressing. Both then headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” asked Paul, still naked and wanting more of the same.

Sally stopped and replied, “Sorry, hun, but we’ve got a date with a couple of rugby hunks tonight. You wouldn’t want us to miss out on foursome, would you?”

Both girl’s looked scathingly down at Paul’s now limp and shrivelled cock.

“And besides,” added Zoe, “I don’t think you’re up for any more! Come on, Sal, let’s go.”

They waved and left, leaving him standing there, naked, alone…but thoroughly satisfied! He dressed and was getting ready to sit down and watch the remainder of the match when the door swung open.

“Changed your minds, eh, girl’s?” he said without looking. “Fancy another fu…”

Paul stopped mid-sentence as he looked up and noticed that the person who had walked in was Den Tate, club chairman, and of course, father of Zoe.

“Oh, hello, sir,” Paul greeted him, with as much innocence as he could muster.

“Hiya, Paul,” Den scrunched up his face and added, “Jesus Christ, what’s that smell? It smells like a fuckin’ fish factory in here!”

Paul grinned nervously and retook his seat to watch the remainder of the match before replying, “I don’t know, sir.”

“We could’ve done with you out there today, Paul. Those bunch of idiots couldn’t score in a brothel with fifty quid wrapped around their cocks!”

Paul, unaware that the match had in fact finished, looked out of the window towards the scoreboard. It didn’t make for interesting reading:

Oakdale 0 Everton 0

No goals during the match, but as usual, and without even playing, Paul still managed to score!

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“Room 2112,” I said as I sat down at the hotel bad. “Double vodka tonic, two limes.”

My long, blonde hair was still pulled back into a tight, sweaty pony tail. I’d just finished an intense workout and was still in my athletic gear. A thin pink jacket hung loosely over my sports bra, but my toned stomach was there for the world to see. My black Lululemon jogging hot pants rode dangerously high as I climbed onto the barstool. I didn’t bother pulling them down. I literally worked my ass off for this body and I wasn’t ashamed to show it off. Plus, the adoring looks I got from the men around the bar were making me hot.

The bartender, a young man in his twenties, nodded his approval as he took in my outfit. My green eyes met his deep, brown eyes and I smiled softly in a brief attempt to appear sweet and innocent.

“Like what you see?” I flirted. For fun, I winked and laughed as I I noticed his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. His dark hair fell loose and wavy around his face. I’d bet money he played drums. He arms were toned and strained against the tight black t-shirt he wore.

It had been a long day and I’d hoped an intense workout would relieve some of the stress. Four hour delay on the flight, no drink service due to turbulence, a missed meeting, a botched presentation and a lost sale. But, 45 minutes on the treadmill hadn’t done a damn thing. Vodka was my next hope. If that didn’t work, I might be inviting the bartender up to my room to use his cock, now bulging in his jeans, to fuck the tension out of me. My pussy tingled at the proposition.

Still hot from the workout, I slipped the jacket off my shoulders and tied it around my waist. My sports bra was black too, but the thin, cross crossed strips of fabric that held it together across my breasts revealed more than my running shorts. I slipped the tie off my ponytail and let my long, blonde hair spill down my back and shoulders.

“Tequila on the rocks,” you said as you slid onto the stool next to me. You turned to me and offered a crooked smile and a soft, “hey.”

Your face beaded with sweat and I recognized your jawline as the face that had been watching me in the mirror of the hotel gym. You’d been lifting weights and I’d been admiring your ass while you completed your squats and push-ups. My pussy walls twitched again. Option three, I thought.

“Kayla,” I said and smiled. I offered my hand and you took it, gripping it tightly and shaking it. “I saw you in the gym.”

“I know,” he said simply and looked back to the bartender. “Make it two.”

The bartender, Noah his name tag said, slid my double vodka tonic across the bar, “Open a room tab?” He asked.

I nodded, “Room 2112.” I said it loud enough for you to hear.

“Sir?” Noah asked you.

“Room 1231,” you said and smiled. “Next round is on me.”

I normally don’t let men buy my drinks, but your hand had found its way to my thigh and you squeezed it hard as you offered. Your thumb was dangerous close to my crotch and I knew you could feel the heat that was now radiating from my soaked pussy.

“Todd,” you said with a sly smile. “You put on quite a show in there.” His eyes drifted to my breasts as his hand moved up my thigh.

When I’d caught his eyes in the mirror, I cranked up the speed and ran even faster. My sports bra wasn’t designed to contain tits that spilled out of double D bras.

“It’s been a long day,” I noted as I stretched my head from side to side. “I had some stress to relieve.”

“How’d that go,” you asked and held your glass up. I clinked mine to yours and then threw back the drink. I slid it across the bar.

“Noah, another,” I said. “It didn’t do the trick. My frustration and stress levels are causing all kinds of tension. I’m hoping the vodka helps.”

Noah glanced over his shoulder and smiled, “Another for your sir?”

You threw back your tequila and nodded. Your hand was now teasing <a href="https://mertermarka.com" rel='dofollow' title="merter escortmerter escort< the edge of my shorts. I shifted down in my seat, sending your thumb right into my clit. I half expected you to move your hand in shock, but you just smiled and took your second drink and threw it back. I turned slightly, allowing my legs to fall open and your thumb to press the fabric of my shorts into my soaked cunt. I never wore panties to workout. So the thin black shorts were the only thing between us.

“Take it upstairs,” Noah warned. He leaned over the bar, “My dick is hard enough just watching you two.”

I quickly grew back the second drink and slid away from you, “That’s okay, it’s been a long day and I need to catch some sleep. Unless either of you are up for a fuck.”

Noah and you stared at me, mouths open. I shrugged and offered my sexiest pout, “I guess I’ll take care of it myself.”

You finished your drink, “Put her drinks on my tab.”

I grabbed Noah’s hand and held it down. I leaned across the bar, my tits spilled out of my sports bra, “No, 2112. His drinks and mine. Fuck it, put a shot for you on there too Noah.”

I slipped off the barstool and my shorts rose into my ass. I knew my cheeks were exposed as I untied the jacked from my jacket from my waist, but I didn’t bother to cover it back up. My heart raced as I walked to the elevator, hoping your were following me. Disappointed I made a not of your room number and weighed my options.

Once in my room, I wrestled with my sports bra and shorts and threw them on the floor. I turned the shower on, extra hot, and climbed in. As I worked my hands and the soap over my body, I imagined they were your hands. I found my opening and pulled my lips apart, I slipped a finger into my pussy. I was dripping wet. Slowly, I used my index finger to trace circles over my clit. I moved faster, aching to relieve the pressure. I tilted my head back under the hot water and tweaked my nipple with my other hand. As I dug my finger harder into my clit and tugged at my nipple an intense orgasm ripped through me. The release nearly sent me crumbling to the floor. I turned off the water and stepped out wishing I hadn’t left the bar so quickly.

I’d forgotten to grab a towel from the rack by the sink, so my naked body was assaulted with cold air when I opened the bathroom door. Water dropped from my hair down my back and over my hard nipples. I was still breathing heavy when I walked out of the bathroom.

“Looking for this?” Noah asked. He was standing outside my bathroom holding up a towel. I smiled, but felt disappointment. The man I’d imagined as I finger fucked myself was you. But, Noah’s cock would do.

“How did you get in here?” I asked, not bothering to cover my nakedness. My nipples were daggers in the cold and the pointed right at him. At thirty, my breasts were still perky. His eyes lingered.

“I work here,” he laughed, “Getting your room key was easy.”

“Thank you,” I reached for the towel. But another hand grabbed it before I could get it.

“My hand will be the only thing covering those tits,” you said. You licked your lips as you stepped out of the shadows and took in my wet, naked body. Your eyes lingered on my breasts for a moment and then worked down to my cleanly waxed pussy. Not a hair to be found. The thrill of exposing all of me to you and Noah sent cum flowing from my cunt.

I took my lotion from the counter and sat on the bed. Slowly, I worked and massaged the lotion into my skin. Knowing I had an audience, I took my time. My calves. My thighs. My arms, my stomach. My breasts. I even teased my lips. All sufficiently slathered in lotion. My skin was smooth and ready. My pussy was on fire.

You and Noah watched. Now, both of your cocks were straining. Noah went first. He slipped his tight shirt off, revealing a hard body and a six pack. Then he slipped off his jeans and revealed tight, black güngören escort boxer briefs. The head of his cock peaked out. He looked to be at least seven inches. I smiled.

I looked at you. You nodded and slipped your shirt over your head. Your body was even more impressive. I bit my lip as I stared at the eight tight lines of your abs and noted the tight, toned V that pointed to my prize. I reached for your shorts and pulled them down. All nine inches sprung to greet me. I eagerly grabbed your cock in my hand and began working my lotion covered hands up and down the full length.

Noah took a step forward and I released one hand from your cock and worked off his boxer briefs. With his cock now freed, I began massaging both dicks. They felt glorious in my hands. Both long and thick. But, yours just a bit longer and thicker. My cunt soaked the bed as I thought about it filling me.

I scooted closer to the edge of the bed and took your cock in my mouth. I worked it slowly in and caressed it with my tongue before sucking hard. All nine inches wouldn’t fit, but I relaxed my throat and took in as much as I could. Noah gasped beside me as I sucked you and kept pumping his cock. You came quickly, filling my mouth. I swallowed.

Noah pulled himself free from my grasp and stepped in front of me. I held up my hand to stop him and stood up to retrieve condoms from my suitcase. I handed you one. Then, I bent over the side of the bed. My ass facing you and my mouth facing Noah. Juices from my pussy ran down my legs as I spread them for you. I silently begged you to ram into me.

I took Noah into my mouth, his seven inches easily filled me. I took your now limp cock back into my hand and began working on both of you again. I needed your cock hard again. My pussy was aching. It didn’t take much. Noah started fucking my mouth, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. He grabbed my head and held a fist full of my wet hair as he pumped in and out. His balls slapping my chin.

Your hands gently spread my legs apart and I stepped wider, bracing my feet and trying not to lock my knees. I heard the condom wrapper tear open and I waited anxiously. I fought the urge to reach down and massage my own clit.

Noah pumped harder and faster into my mouth. He was taking much longer to cum. So I curled my tongue under his shaft and started pulsing my tongue tightly. The motion worked and he exploded into my mouth just as I felt the tip of your cock spread my lips open. I swallowed again. Where your cum had been sweet, his was bitter and salty. Just as Noah slipped out of my mouth you slipped into my wet, waiting cunt. You pushed in slowly and pulled out. Just as the emptiness started to ache, you forced all nine inches back in hard. My body jerked forward.

Noah stepped back and I looked up at him. As he watched, he took his limp dick into his hands and started jerking it.

You wrapped your arms under my stomach and pulled me up. My breasts bounced at the motion. Noah’s cock woke back up and was pointing right at me. You pulled your dick out and stepped back. I was between you and Noah now, my back to him and tits facing you. You tossed a condom to Noah and slipped a fresh one over your still hard cock.

“What?” I asked breathlessly. You grabbed the lotion from the counter and held it up.

“Cunt or ass?” You asked.

Noah grabbed the lotion and said, “Ass.”

“No,” I said. I didn’t do that, I thought. Aside from an ex’s wondering fingers, my ass was virgin territory. I’d intended to keep it that way. You laughed.

“You have two holes and two hungry dicks, slut,” Noah laughed. “You seem smart, do the math.”

I shook my head, no. But, I knew I had no choice. The idea didn’t sound horrible and as I thought about two cocks filling me at the same time, my pussy twitched with excitement. My knees buckled. You caught me and slipped your maslak escort fingers between my legs. Your spread my lips wide. I knew my soaked pussy would deceived me.

“I think she is ready,” you said as you penetrated me with your finger. As you withdrew your finger, my juices dropped down your finger and flowed down my things.

You laid back on the bed and I waited as Noah squirted lotion into his hand. I closed my eyes as he worked a finger into my virgin asshole. As it loosened, he worked in another. The feeling was foreign, but I thrust my hips back into him and his fingers plunged deeper.

“She’s ready here too,” he noted and pushed me towards you.

You guided me down towards you.

“How does this work?” I asked quietly as my voice cracked.

“Shut up,” you said and slid your dick back inside me. As all nine inches slowly worked their way in, I shut my mouth. The logistics didn’t matter, I needed both of you inside me. Now.

Noah stepped behind me and started rubbing my back. You didn’t move. Your cock was lodged inside me, filling me completely. I tensed as I felt the tip of Noah’s dick rub my crack. I felt more lotion drip down as he squirted more onto my ass. I wasn’t sure he’d even fit. He was less gentle than you had been and he jerked inside my virgin asshole. The swift motion pushed you further into me and my clit surged.

Neither of you moved. I’d never felt so satisfyingly full. I nearly came right then.

Then, slowly, Noah pulled back a little. He rammed back in, sending me harder into you. He did this a few more times.

“Fuck she’s tight,” he moaned. As my virgin hole loosened, he pumped harder. You found the rhythm and started matching it.

With the third thrust, an orgasm ripped through me and I collapsed onto you. But, neither of your were done. As I struggled to catch my breath, you raised your hips, pumping harder into me. My pussy clenched around you and tightened. The friction was almost painful now that my juices had dried with the orgasm. I gritted my teeth in pain, but spread no legs wider, allowing both of you to sink deeper.

Noah fucked my ass as hard as he’d fucked my mouth. His hands reached under me and started playing with my clit. Your mouth found my nipple and you bit down. Hard. I screamed. The sound sent you both into overdrive. Noah fucked my ass harder and rubbed my clit even faster.

You started sucking my nipple and pushing all nine inches deeper and deeper into me. The pace didn’t slow and both of you worked my ass, tits, clit and pussy.

I couldn’t see straight, everything was blurry. Maybe it was the vodka or maybe it was the massive cocks that were fucking me like I’d never been fucked. I closed my eyes and ignored the pain in my nipples and cunt. I relaxed, letting you both in deeper.

Noah grunted first, you kept pumping. As Noah stood behind me, my clit throbbed as he started pinching and rolling it between his fingers. He pulled out of my ass and I pulled my body up so I could ride you harder. I could feel your cock tense as it approached release. As Noah’s hand left my pussy, yours took over. As I grind down, you raise your hips and then Noah moved behind me and starts pulling and tugging my nipples. I feel his cock, sticky and flacid, on my back.

I lean forward, pushing you back. We found a rhythm and rocked back and forth. Just as your cock tensed for the final time, the most intense orgasm ripped through me in waves. My pussy tightened around you and we both shuddered. You released back on the bed and I feel on top of you.

“Shit,” Noah said. “My break is over.”

“Thank you,” I smiled and stood up. My body was covered in sweat and my breasts were red from both of your hands. I took his cock into my hand and knelt down. I pulled it to my mouth one last time and kissed it. “Just what I needed.”

He cleared his threat and then grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed. I smiled as I noted the bulge returning. I was sending him back to work both relieved and horny. He left without a word and I turned back to you.

“Mr. Wright,” I said. “Your best performance yet.”

“Thank you,” he grinned mischievously. “How’s your ass, Mrs. Wright?”

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Chapter 1 — My first threesome

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Author’s note: The name of this story is 90% true. The reason for this is because I’m going to tell stories of my youth. These aren’t works of fiction but events that actually happened to me in my youth. I’ve changed the names of people and places, but what follows is pretty much all true. I’m giving myself a 10% buffer for fiction that way I can try to tell you a good story. Any details that I can remember, good or bad, I’ll try to be truthful to; the 10% leeway will allow me to fill in gaps in my memory. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story.

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“I want to hear the whole story though,” My wife, Ann, said as she lightly rubbed her pussy lips, still swollen and wet from the sex we just had.

I sighed and put my hands behind my head, “You’re really kind of a voyeur sweety, you know that?”

Ann bit her bottom lip and grinned . She nodded her head and said, “Don’t forget, I’m a pervert too. One of the reasons you married me.

I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. The air in the bedroom was warm from our love making, and I could tell she wanted a second round. But I needed a little while to recover, I wasn’t a young man anymore. That’s why she wanted me to tell her a torrid story of my past sexual exploits.

I had married Ann a few years ago, and we were still very much in love. Our sex life had slowed down a little bit, but was still very hot and heavy. It didn’t hurt that we were two attractive and horny people with great sexual chemistry.

She liked watching porn, especially during sex, and loved hearing dirty stories from my past. It made her very hot and horny. She knew my preference for multiple partner porn and knew it came from a very early sexual experience I’d had. So she’d asked me to clarify the story.

“All right, I’ll tell you the story,” I consented, settling onto the bed more comfortably to tell her the tale. “Now remember, this was right in the middle of the nineties. Porn was still on VHS, not my computer. While cell phones were around, we didn’t have them yet in my social circle.”

“Yes yes,” Ann interrupted me, “You’d just defeated the last dinosaur and invented the wheel, I get it.” I was a few years older then Ann, she was just getting close to thirty whereas I was in my mid thirties. Apparently she thought that I brought up the few years age difference too often.

Undaunted, I continued my story. “Well, okay, remember that I was with Jen, my very first serious girlfriend. We had started dating when we were both sixteen, and had been together for over a year and a half. The story begins late at night on New Years Eve, and continued on into the very few first hours of nineteen ninety-six. I had just turned eighteen a month ago; and Jen (a New Year’s Baby) was turning 18 that night.”

She was having a combination New Years Eve and eighteenth birthday party, rolled into one. The two of us had been having sex for a while, and were each other’s first partner. Until that night, neither of us had ever had sex with someone else. I still remember how cold it was that night….”

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“Fuck it’s cold out,” eighteen year old me said stomping the snow off my sneakers as I came into Jen’s house. I quickly stripped out of the heavy winter clothing that was sprinkled with snow just from my walk up her driveway. I took my time in the small hallway of her parents house.

I was a big guy at six foot four inches tall and broad. I was in great shape, and I loved casual sports. I was huge on swimming and skiing as well as roller-blading and rock climbing. I never got into the team sports, and though I was on the cross country track team at my high school, I wasn’t very good…I was a little too big and gangly to really compete. But I did it because I liked it.

While I was tall, I wasn’t really ripped. I had an average runner’s build under a light layer of padding that everyone in my hometown of Buffalo, New York seemed to have. My heritage (a mixture of Italian, Irish, and English) showed only my Italian side, giving me the stereotypical ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ look. I had a very strong chin, classic roman nose, and a strong jawline that helped defined my shaved face. I was forced to shave at least every other day because of my thick black hair. Even right after I shaved, the skin on my face looked dark as if my stubble was about to burst out. Strong eyebrows sat above the deceptively delicate glasses I would wear most of the time. The wire frames may have looked out of place on my face, but once you knew me, you realized that they simply offset my otherwise rugged features. I didn’t need my glasses all the time but tended to wear them usually.

Overall, most people would say that I was a fairly attractive young man. I used to get a lot of flirting from girls at my school but I was a ‘good guy’ and would never have cheated on my girlfriend, Jen.

Jen was a very attractive mecidiyeköy escort young woman herself. Tall at five foot nine, she had a long straight fall of thick brown hair, the color of dark chocolate. Her features were a mixture of broad and narrow, a holdover from her mixed heritage of Polish and Native American. She was also a casual athlete, playing basketball for her all girls high school. She always said she wasn’t very good because her larger D cup breasts often got in her way.

Her part time job working as a counselor for the town children’s center kept her very busy too. What fat was on her body seemed to settle in all the right places giving her a very soft appearance without anyone ever thinking that she wasn’t in good shape. She came bouncing up to me, wearing a sweatshirt with her school name printed on the front.

“About time you got here Peter,” she said as she crushed her body against mine in a tight hug. I felt her soft breasts press against mmy chest, and grew warm, though I was only wearing the standard jeans and t-shirt combo that was my every day garb. Pulling away from me she planted a quick kiss on my lips and said, “Almost everyone’s here except you and Rich and Nina.”

I nodded, “They were right behind me on the highway. Rich and I stopped off at a bar before we went to the liquor store. That’s why we’re a little late.” Rich was a few years older then most of our group, having had just celebrated his twenty first birthday that summer. I had a fake ID myself, but almost never got proofed. I cut a large and imposing figure, and already had a few streaks of grey in my otherwise thick black hair. It was weird when I started to go grey as fourteen year old, but at eighteen I had decided to embrace it. I certainly didn’t mind when Rich would get proofed and I didn’t at the liquor stores.

With that we heard the sound of snow crunching under the wheels of Rich’s station wagon as he pulled into the driveway. “That’s them now,” I said with a smile, grabbing my jacket. “I’ve still got my shoes on, I’ll go help them unload.” I grinned, knowing exactly how much booze we had brought for tonight’s party.

Rich was a good guy. Average height and build, with sandy blonde hair cropped in a short buzz cut. He used to be a bit doughy, but had just completed his basic training in the Marines a little while ago and that had cut out a lot of the fat from body.

His fiancée Nina was a real looker. Short and curvy, she was your typical cute Buffalo teenager. A few months older then me, she went to the same private school as Jen and her friends. Nina was a pretty blonde with deep blue eyes that were almost grey. Her skin was very light and she tried to keep it that way, claiming that she burned like a french fry if she were in the sun for more than thirty seconds. She filled out a sweater well and was very flirty and touchy all the time. Something that drove the girls at her school nuts, but that all of the guys in our social circle didn’t mind in the least. The three of us carried in six bags of wine coolers, beer, and hard liquor. Our assembled friends cheered as we pulled each item from the bags, guaranteeing that this party would be a night to remember.

Jen’s parents had given her a very unique present for her eighteenth birthday. Normally, every year Jen, her sister, and her parents drove down to Ohio to stay with family for New Years. But this year they had agreed that, as her eighteenth birthday gift, she could stay home and have a ‘little party’ with her friends. I’m sure they knew that we’d probably try to get some beer or something, but they had no clue we would nearly fill the counter top in their kitchen.

The evening progressed in a pretty typical fashion as you’d expect with a bunch of high school seniors that have access to way too much booze. Thankfully we had enough people who were willing to stay sober enough to drive most of the people home at the end of the night after the ball drop. I had planned on spending the night of course. Jen needed her birthday spankings and had challenged me to give her eighteen birthday orgasms before I left. She was multi orgasmic, but even so, I knew eighteen was a huge number to try to contend with. Rich and Nina were also planning on spending the night, and another couple who were good friends were planning on crashing on the couch in the upstairs den.

Jen’s parents house was small, with two bedrooms downstairs, the master bedroom and Jen’s bedroom, plus a small den and her sister’s small bedroom upstairs A living room, kitchen, and single bathroom rounded it out. There was an unfinished basement, but I literally never went down there the entire time I knew her.

So the party progressed, and the little house started to get very hot with all the people. We all got pretty drunk, and I don’t remember the exact sequence of events, but it went something like this: By 10pm we had the heat shut off. By 11 we had several windows cihangir escort cracked open blowing in freezing cold air to try to cool down the sweltering house. By the time the ball dropped at midnight, in our drunken logic, someone had decided it would just be a good idea if everyone stripped down to their underwear. Since almost everyone at the party was a couple, things got a little raunchy. Thankfully the only two single people at the party didn’t seem to mind getting a little closer to each other as everyone else took liberties with their partners.

It was around twelve thirty when the first really odd thing happened. While Nina had been flirting with me, I hadn’t thought much of it. But as some of the people started to leave, she started getting bolder. She started rolling down the lacy edge of her pushup bra, exposing the light pink caps of her areola, and then asking if I wanted to do body shots.

Of course I did, and everyone laughed as Nina grabbed my head and smothered me with her breasts when I went to do it. I don’t think that everyone who was laughing saw that she had also grabbed my hand and pressed it against the lacy panties she was wearing. I remember feeling amazed by damp they were, and embarrassed that she was literally rubbing my hand across her pussy with only a light layer of fabric between my hand and her sex. When she let me up, however she acted like it hadn’t happened and was laughing along with everyone else. I decided that maybe it was just an accident and to say nothing about it.

About an hour later she made her next move. She was quite obviously drunk, but so was almost everyone else. As people were leaving she pulled me aside and asked me for my help. I didn’t know what she wanted, but my girlfriend was busy saying goodbye to people that were leaving, and Rich was nowhere to be seen. The other couple spending the night had already gone upstairs to Jen’s sister’s bedroom, and we could hear the sound of a headboard banging against the wall.

“What can I help you with Nina?” I said as I gazed at her now naked breasts. At some point she’d taken off her bra and was clad only in lacy purple panties. I’m sure if I had been a little less drunk; my cock would have been tenting my boxers as I looked at her full breasts, capped with pale pink areola and tight, hard nipples.

“I am shooo drunk,” she said slurring her words, “But I need to go to the bathroom. But I need help. I’mma fall over fif I dun get help.” I looked around for Jen, but she was still standing near the front door in her thong and bra, talking to our friends who were getting ready to leave.

“I’ll go get Jen,” I offered, but Nina shook her head violently.

“No, I gotta go now, can’t wait.” With that she grabbed my wrist and yanked me down the hall towards the bathroom. I looked around, hoping to spot Rich, or that Jen might turn and see me. But it was a small house and in a moment we were in the bathroom. She pulled me in and then reached past me to shut the door and lock it. As she reached past me, she leaned right into me. Her bare breasts brushed against my chest and abdomen, and she looked up at me as the lock clicked. I could feel her leaning into me, holding that pose for a moment, then another, then she smiled and placing her hands on my hips stood up. I realized she was smiling as my cock twitched, beginning to swell slightly. My plain grey boxer shorts did nothing to hide that from her.

She held the grin as she hooked her thumbs into her lacy purple panties. I turned around and faced the door. I don’t know how I got here, but she laughed as she stripped off the last bit of clothing from her body. I heard a crash and turned just enough to see out of the corner of my eye that she had half fallen onto the toilet. “I’m not kidding,” she said slurring her words less, “I really do need your help. Come stand in front of me so I can hold onto you.”

I was still to embarrassed to face her, so as she settled herself on the toilet, I let my hands go behind my back to hold her hands. With a flash of insight however I leaned forwards and turned on the water in the bathtub I pulled up on the shower valve to get the shower going. I figured that would provide enough sound to mask what was about to happen behind me. I really had no urge to listen to her pee. I felt her hands grasp mine as her body wavered back and forth. She really did seem to need the support. I couldn’t plug my ears, but I hummed a tune loudly enough that between the shower running, I didn’t hear her until she let go with one hand and flushed the toilet. I leaned forwards, thinking I’d pull her to her feet without looking.

But then Nina stood and surged forwards, falling into me. The two of us crashed through the shower curtain into the shower. She fell atop me as I threw my hands out to catch my fall. I managed to avoid too bad of a tumble into the wet shower, but with her body weight on top of mine, taksim esc it was unavoidable. I turned and tried to catch myself as I fell and ended up in the shower with my legs over the edge of the tub, feet sticking out awkwardly. Nina fell down on top of me, warm shower water pelting and soaking us both. She turned and knelt in the tub, her arms still pressing my body down into the tub. I couldn’t move in this awkward position. I was too drunk and her weight combined with my total lack of leverage, meant I was stuck for the moment.

She looked at me as water began plastering her blonde hair to her head. Then she leaned forward and her mouth found mine. Before I knew what was happening her tongue was in my mouth. I struggled weakly, unable to find purchase in the wet tub with this naked woman above me. Feeling guilty as the kiss dragged on for several moments, as if I were cheating on my girlfriend in her own house, I couldn’t stop my cock from growing turgid inside my soaking wet shorts.

I thank my Italian heritage for my physique. I know I’m not a porn star or anything, but Jen always seemed to enjoy my cock. When fully hard I was a little over seven inches long and fairly thick around. I honestly didn’t have a lot of comparison at that point in my life, as I had only just started buying pornography in the last month since I turned eighteen. But Nina’s hand found it’s way inside the gap on the front of my boxers and fished out my hardening cock and wrapped her fingers around it.

She let out a small gasp and that was when I came to my drunken senses. “No, Nina, this isn’t right.” I said. “You’re engaged to my good friend, you don’t want to cheat on him.”

She rubbed her body against mine and moaned softly, “It’s not cheating, he said I could fuck you.” I could feel her other hand had reached between us and was rubbing her pussy in the spray from the shower.

“Well,” I reasoned as my now rock hard dick begged me to shut up, “I’m not willing to cheat on Jen, so you can forget it.”

She opened her mouth to draw breath, but it was just then that there was a knock on the door. It was my buddy Rich’s voice on the other side. “Uh, the door’s locked Nina,” he said to his fiancée, who was laying soaking wet above me fingering herself as she pressed into me.

“Nnnnn hunnnn,” she said biting her lip as the soft sounds of her masturbation hit my ears. My cock lept at the noise, which I could hear despite the water of the shower pounding down around us.

Summoning the last of my willpower, I pushed Nina gently but firmly off me and said, “No Nina, it’s not right.” Rolling away from her, and somehow sliding out from beneath her, she pouted.

“Okay, help me up then,” she said as she reached for me. I pulled myself out of the tub and shut off the shower. Then I turned, and despite my rock hard prick sticking out of the gap in my shorts, reached down to help her up. She reached for me, and then as I put her arm around my neck to lift her to her feet, she pressed her two fingers to my lips. The smell of her arousal hit me hard. Her fingers were coated with slick, clear fluid and not only did the smell hit my nose, but she wiped her fingers across my lips, smearing her cunny juice on me. My cock again twitched, and all I could think was that my girlfriend Jen must have told Nina how much I love eating her out, that the number one thing that gets me going is the smell of her pussy.

I looked down and tried to compose myself. But even that was a mistake. As I looked down I looked right at the source of that delicious smell and taste. Her pussy was slick, though it was hard to tell where her arousal ended and the water from the shower began. She had a closely cropped V shape of pubic hair above her mound. I saw dewy drops of water nestling in the blonde curls that formed the V shaped wedge pointing down directly towards her puffy pink slit. Jen and I often would have great sex after I shaved her mons bald, and I wondered if Rich likewise shaved Nina’s pubes for her.

Rich again called through the door, “Nina?”

Nina pushed the two cum slicked fingers into her mouth and licked them and then whispered to me, “He really wouldn’t mind if you bent me over the sink right now and fucked me you know.” I was so horny at this point that I didn’t realize that her slurring was completely gone. I simply shook my head “no” repeatedly, and reached into the linen closet for two large towels. Handing one to her before kicking off my soaking wet boxers and wrapping the other about my waist.

I reached over and unlocked the door to the bathroom, mentally preparing myself for a punch to the jaw. I was firmly convinced that when my friend, a marine, saw what was going on in here, I was going to lose at least one tooth. He opened the door and looked quite disappointed. He looked at me then at Nina then back to me before asking Nina, “Already? I said don’t lock the door!”

I was ready to explain, but Nina spoke up first, “No babe, he won’t fuck me. He said he can’t because we’re engaged.”

Rich grinned at me, and I realized then that he had a tent in his boxer shorts. He shook his head and said, “Pete, Pete, Pete… Look man, you have my permission. Hell, I want you to, I just want to watch.”

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The familiar tingle of her tongue tickled up and down the sides of his shaft. Ahh, another one of her immaculate blowjobs. He settled into the rhythm of her tongue lapping over the tip of his dick and down to the other side, the short nips, more lip than teeth, followed by her giggle that was somehow so cute yet corrupted, a knowing innocence the likes of which he could never have imagined if not for her. She shifted her weight slightly, her knees a bit uncomfortable on the rough SUV carpet. Oh the things she does for me…. He sighed and leaned back in the seat, the fires of ecstasy and passion being tenderly and lovingly stoked by the girl of his dreams, his waking dreams.

“Close your eyes, baby.” She cooed in her smooth, soft voice. A pitch that high in another girl’s voice would have been shrill, but from her it was birdsong. And who said a guy can’t be romantic AND sexual? He asked himself, following her word and letting his lids droop. His eyes rolled back involuntarily as he basked in the writhing of her tongue, the gentle tugging of her lips.

She was sucking his cock in earnest now; her head bobbed up and down the 5 inches of his 7 that she could manage without choking, the blonde bob of her hair bouncing as she varied the tempo, swishing back and forth and bathing his dick in her saliva. He could see the image in his mind’s eye: her blue eyes with flecks of gray looking up at him, searching for and finding the signs of the pleasure she was causing. The whole thing was so eskort familiar and comfortable.

THAT’S new. He nearly bolted upright at this new sensation, but his darling shushed him, placed a gentle hand on his chest to keep him where he was. If she’s shushing me, then whose tongue is…. is…. oh God….The new tongue was quicker and sharper than his girlfriend’s. It more attacked than caressed him, more devoured than tasted. It was titillating, to say the least. His cock throbbed and hardened, and suddenly was enveloped in the mouth and throat of the mystery woman.

“Oh God!” He gasped aloud, and heard his girlfriend’s chirp of surprise as well. She was working him fast now, her lips sliding up to his head and all the way down to his shaft with each stroke, leaving her face buried in his crotch and her hot breath on his abdomen. It was enough to make a man spurt, and he was quickly losing the practiced self-control he usually had.

“Liz, who’s s-sucking my dick?” He heaved, taking ragged breaths.

“Uh – uh -uh!” She must’ve been waggling her finger the way she always did. How incredibly cute. How terribly he wanted to look. “But since you’ve been a good boy, and I can’t tell you who it is, I’ll just put this mouth to better use.”

As soon as she was done speaking, she made good on her word. Her tongue began to gently slide around his balls, slowly and sweetly sucking them into her mouth. The stark contrast with the ferocious throat-fuck that was going on just vip escort above her was driving him wild, and he felt himself getting dangerously close. Liz, who was in tune with him enough to know what he was thinking even without his balls in her mouth, saw what was coming and began moving her tongue more enthusiastically, licking up to the bottom of his shaft that the other’s mouth was reaching with each tireless thrust of her throat. The incessant friction, the warm, wet tightness around his cock was so much more physical sensation than he’d ever felt before, the only warning he could manage was a half-breathed, half-spoken, “I’m about to…”

He felt as though he’d been clear enough, but the deep-throater only went deeper, taking his whole length in her mouth and swirling her tongue around his shaft. This was too much for him to handle, and he grunted uncontrollably as he shot a hot spurt of cum in her throat, feeling guilty but not necessarily to blame. All guilt vanished when he felt the throat convulse around his dick as she swallowed, sucking the next 4 spurts out of him and sending him into throes of uncontrollable, terrible pleasure. All the while, his Lizzie sucked at his throbbing, pulsing balls, further deepening the sensation.

“Can I…. look now?” He gasped, his dick still spasming in his anonymous benefactor’s mouth. Lizzie kissed each of his eyelids for an answer, and he opened his eyes to see a brunette with hair waving down past her shoulders, istanbul escort a slender, angular face, and a big dick – his dick – shoved into her mouth. She hummed a hello and he groaned in pleasure before the shock hit him.

“Chelsea?” He sputtered, not believing his eyes. His best friend until he’d met Lizzie, and his second best even after, who’d taken second place in his life in a manner so accepting, so unassuming that it had made him feel worse than if she never wanted to see him again, had just sucked him off, and done so expertly. “What….” He was at a loss for words.

Lizzie spoke sheepishly, her cheeks coloring, “You told me a long time ago… that I’d have to learn to share you. I know this isn’t what you meant, but obviously you don’t mind and… well, I’m ready. I know that your heart and your love and your dick” – at this she gave his member a gentle tug – “are all mine. And I want you to know how deeply and truly I know that.” She kissed him, passionately and fervently, and he returned her gesture with the gush of love her words had instilled in him. “Plus,” Her blush deepened significantly and she looked away, “I thought it was really sexy. And we can both trust Chelsea. This only happens when we all agree. Together. On our terms. Deal?”

“Who could ask for a better deal?” He said, and laughed, and his two favorite girls joined in with him laughing, not because it was particularly funny, but because they were all so lucky. He started to pull his pants up, only to have each side yanked down by one of the girls.

“You think we’re finished yet? This is my first taste of cock in months!” Chelsea said, grabbing his dick and beginning to stroke it again.

It was going to be an interesting night.

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At the Beach

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We lie in the sun, totally oblivious to the worries and pressures of the rest of the world, enjoying the morning sun and quiet surroundings.

You lie with your tiny white string bikini barely covering your flesh. I lie with my eyes half closed behind dark sunglasses providing merciful relief from the brightness of the sun. Each of us is dozing off the effects of last night’s excesses.

You ask if I want you to take off your bikini top on what is admittedly a fairly secluded beach. I feign indifference, curious as to how you’ll react.

Although you can’t see if I’m looking out from behind my dark glasses or not, you can guess that I won’t be able to keep my eyes off you for long.

Just as you’re about to take your bikini top off, one of the guys from the resort bar wanders toward us, wanting to know if he can get us a drink.

Jesus Christ, it’s barely into the morning and already you’re trying to ply us with alcohol, you playfully tease him. In the end you order a couple of drinks for us and he wanders off, no doubt having enjoyed how you look.

Again I begin to drift off to a light sleep as the waves gently roll up and caress the beach. You have a little more energy.

Again you ask if I’d like you to take off your top, both of us knowing that the drinks boy will be back before long. “Sure,” I say, curious again as to what you’ll do.

Calling my bluff, you unhook your already skimpy bikini top and let it fall to the sand.

At first you lie back in your sun lounger with your magnificent breasts on display. You playfully reach for the oil, and in your cutest sex kitten voice ask if I’d like to rub oil into your naked breasts.

I pretend to be dozing and watch as you begin to pour oil over your exposed breasts drop by drop, rubbing it with just a single fingertip. You know that my curiosity would never allow me to sleep through this, and that I wouldn’t be able to do anything but enjoy your little show.

What neither of us realizes is that our friend with the drinks is etiler escort also enjoying the show, as he’s now only a few feet away. He takes a few moments to recover himself and clears his throat in embarrassment. You mumble an apology and flip over onto your stomach.

I gaze out from behind my sunglasses, barely able to suppress a grin as I watch you both squirm self-consciously. He places one drink near me in the sand and places yours down in front of you.

He utters “Madam…” as he’s about to turn on his heel and walk away. Something makes him hesitate; probably the smooth curves of your back, waist and legs as well as the memory of the oil dripping on your chest.

As he starts to move away, you tell him to wait.

“Can you rub some oil on my back?” you ask him quietly.

He glances nervously over to where I’m lying, but you offer him the oil imploringly. He assumes I’m asleep as he takes the oil from your hand. You can’t really be sure either way.

He pours some oil straight onto your bare back, absentmindedly admiring your flesh before he begins to gingerly touch you. You let out a soft, barely audible moan as he begins to rub the oil into your back and shoulders with a little more confidence.

I watch, motionless from behind my dark glasses at the way the oil glistens on your soft skin and his hands glide over you.

He starts to rub the oil higher on your shoulders, so that his hands make their way to your sensitive neck. You both begin to relax and forget your surroundings as he softly runs his fingers over your flesh, tickling the nape of your neck.

You guide him lower down your back, so that he massages more oil into the small of your back. He then pours oil onto the backs of your legs and massages the entire length of your smooth, brown skin.

The flimsy, thin white material of your string bikini leaves little to the imagination of your thighs or your ass. He again rubs oil into the small of your back, this time with fingers lingering along the edge genç escort of your bikini line.

At this moment I notice that your arm has dropped to your side and that it you’re stroking his calf in encouragement.

With that little sign of reassurance, he pours oil over the bikini material, soaking it through so that it clings to the outline of your ass. I have a perfect view to see that the oil has soaked through between your thighs, showing off the outline of your pussy.

His hand touches your ass now, and fingers move under your bikini to the top of your ass. You let out another moan of contentment and reach your hand further up his leg.

His hand feels the curve of your now slippy ass. Your hand reaches further up the inside of his thigh.

His finger mercifully moves to the inside of your sensitive thighs, and then incredibly, to your pussy and your whole body shudders.

He begins to slide his finger over your pussy and anus until you reach down with your free hand to his, urging him to move under your bikini.

His fingers slide easily inside your soaking wet pussy as you wanted and demanded. Your hand moves up to the bulge in his shorts, rubbing over the top before you too slip your hand under the material for a proper feel.

Your reach for the oil and apply it generously over your hand before again reaching under his shorts to stroke his already stiffening cock.

As you know I am, I watch from behind the concealment of my sunglasses. I watch as his fingers slide in and out of your dripping wet pussy and your hand moves over his penis, both of you slick with oil.

You throw a glance over to see the bulge in my own shorts, and know I consent to what’s happening, wanting what is about to happen next almost as much as you.

He continues to play with your slick pussy and anus as you slide his shorts down to expose the lust he has for you. You rub still more oil on his manhood as he slides the material of your bikini to one side.

You nişantaşı escort part your legs for him as he moves behind you, never leaving your sun lounger. You let out a loud groan of shameless fulfillment as his slick penis enters your wet pussy. Laying on top of you, he starts to slide along your slick, oiled back effortlessly.

It’s obvious from the low moans that you both let out that each of you is already near to climaxing almost immediately as he continues to slide in and out of your lusting pussy. Your slippery, well oiled pussy and his penis move together almost without friction as he continues to fill and stretch you.

For the very first time I begin to wonder if this is what you want; fears that are soon allayed when you tell him not to stop, your voice dripping with sensuality.

I continue to watch your lithe bodies moving together, his well-lubricated penis sliding in and out of you. Your eyes are closed and your mouth open as I watch your face revealing the sensations you experience deep inside of you.

Suddenly, he withdraws from your pussy and begins to slide his cock between your ass cheeks. He rubs the head of his slick cock gently around your anus, itself still covered in oil and now also the slickness from your pussy.

He knows the pleasure you will be feeling as every nerve ending in your body is alive with sensation and want. Without trying to penetrate your anus, he slides his penis back and forth in the crack of your ass, between your two bodies.

You tell him to fuck you again, with more of a statement than a request.

As easily as before, he penetrates you from behind. His penis slips into you in one stroke, your hips moving back to ease his entry. Again his body slides back and forth over yours as he slides in and out of you.

Both of you are soon on the verge of coming once again, with the excitement of watching you making me rock hard.

You both start to climax at the same time, your moans now louder than before as he begins to cum inside of you. You both cry out in unison with your continued climax as he unloads his lust inside your pussy. Never before have your deepest nerve endings been awakened in this way and filled with such lusting want and fulfillment as they are now. You both collapse, utterly satisfied.

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April, Michelle, Jon , ??? Ch. 1

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It started as pillow talk.

While laying in bed in one of those tell-all, intimate moments, my girlfriend April confided that at her recent girl’s-night-out birthday party, her friends had rented a hotel suite and hired a stripper as a surprise.

I though for sure she was going to say it was a male, feeling some apprehension to her confession. But I could also tell she wasn’t admitting guilt, just sharing. It seems her friends thought it would be an interesting twist to hire a female stripper. Apparently they all got drunk and cheered as the stripper gave April a very erotic lap dance. Then things got really interesting…

April said, “I was tipsy, and the stripper stood up, led me to the bedroom, and closed the door behind us. She dimmed the lights and gently pushed me back onto the bed. She jumped on top, planted a pouty kiss, then slid down my body and under my skirt. I mecidiyeköy escort was in shock, but she was just so smooth in her moves that I went along with the feeling and let go of my inhibitions.”

She then whispered that it was the most erotic orgasm she’d ever had.

By this time I was already stroking her body and felt her legs open so that my hand could caress her mound. I traced the folds of her sex as I whispered how hot that experience sounded. She was obviously getting more aroused, her eyes closing as she re-lived the experience in her mind. I asked if she would like to experience that again and she moaned “yes, but I’d want you there with me also.”

Six weeks later while visiting a client’s office I ran into an old girlfriend Michelle who had, when we were dating, an insatiable sexual appetite. Our relationship was pure sex. Great physical chemistry, çıtır escort but few shared interests. Hence we went our separate ways – but amicably.

I recalled that she too had confessed some of her deepest sexual experiences, including a one-time bisexual encounter. Hers was in high school. She was sleeping over at a friend’s house and they were “bored and horny.” She had also been with two men at the same time – a former boyfriend and his buddy. Michelle said her boyfriend became jealous during the experience, so she had never again attempted a threesome with either sex.

As it happens, her new boyfriend was a consultant and was always out of town. She seemed a bit sad and lonely when she mentioned this to me, and without thinking, I suggested she join April and I for cocktails at a lounge near my place. I told her it was a regular thing beşiktaş escort we do on Friday’s as the place has 2-for-1 martinis at happy hour, which are strong enough to wind you down from the long work week. She agreed. As the rest of the day wore on, I began having mixed feelings about my suggestion. On the one hand, I thought it would be interesting to see if anything sexual came out of this. On the other hand, April might get jealous that I even chatted with an ex, let alone invited her out for drinks.

April knew of my previous romances, so when I told her I ran into Michelle, she didn’t pry. In fact, she asked how she was doing. I replied fine, that she had some new accountant boyfriend, and that I invited her to meet with us at the lounge – even though the boyfriend was out of town. Her eyebrow raised at this, but she seemed cool with it. We have a strong, honest relationship, so she’s not easily threatened. We’re also new to this part of town, so meeting some similarly aged people I think appeals to her. However I did notice that when she was ready to go she was sporting her sexiest outfit – not the casual look we normally take to the lounge.

To be continued…

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Another Week on the Lake Ch. 02

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Blonde

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to “A Week On The Lake” and “Snowed In.” A few of the characters in this story appear in the “Lucky Cable Guy” stories also. Readers of my previous stories will already be aware that sometimes my group sex scenes involve guys messing around with each other, “so if that doesn’t seem like your particular brand of vodka, help yourself to as much food as you like, and have a safe journey, no hard feelings. Otherwise, come with me.”

Special thanks to SpotInTheSand for story consultation and editing. Check out his stories. They’re excellent.

Additional thanks to Stonehammer69 for ongoing story consultation and idea brainstorming. He’s also got a couple of stories posted so go read them and tell him in the comments to keep the chapters coming!

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Monday

There was a raven in one of the trees above the cabin. He was kind enough to let us know he was there by starting raven choir practice as soon as the sun came up. I’m pretty sure the number they were rehearsing was called “Wake Up Assholes, It’s Almost Quarter Past Five.”

I stirred enough to realize Eva was spooned up against me. In my sleep I’d managed to get a nice full handful of boob, and my morning semi-erection was nestled perfectly between my girlfriend’s plump ass cheeks. I moaned lowly as my nervous system began to fire up, alerting me to all of the skin-on-skin contact, the hard nipple pressed against my palm, the puff of hair just in front of my chin and nose. She smelled incredible, and I started to wonder when she had changed her bodywash, or shampoo, or whatever it was that my not quite booted up sense of smell was noticing.

I let my eyes part just a sliver, and a miraculous little beam of sunlight had managed to find an unobstructed path through the trees behind the cabin and directly into our open window. It lit up like fire the red hair of the woman who now stirred against me, stretching and thrusting her ass against my cock.

Wait, red hair? Who the hell? Oh yeah. Dani. Dani has red hair. Why the fuck am I in bed with Dani and not Eva?

An arm slipped up over my back and side, the small hand coming to a rest on Dani’s bare stomach. Eva’s amazing tits pressed into my back, her nipples hard and insistent as they dragged across my skin. I squeezed a little on Dani’s tit, realizing that it wasn’t quite as big as Eva’s familiar melons, and that the two ass cheeks nestling my growing cock were not quite as plump as my girlfriend’s. Dani and Eva did however have the same basic build, despite Eva being a good four inches shorter.

I tried to remember how I’d ended up in bed with two gorgeous voluptuous goddesses instead of just one. A flash of last night around the fire sipping whiskey quickly jumped to another of our neighbor’s window and the hot and heavy foursome we could all see there. Zippers being pulled down. Shirts and bras coming off around the fire.

We’d all been fully prepared to let ourselves get caught up in a full-on orgy right there in the yard when Jack had quietly but firmly called us all to a halt.

“I don’t want to spook them on their first night,” he said once we had all made our way inside.

I was having a hard time focusing on what he was talking about, with Eva and Dani on either side of me, pressing their tits into my sides and running their hands up and down the elongated bulge running from the center of my shorts up and to the left beneath my belt line.

“Babe, they were having an orgy right out where we could see them,” Sophie protested. “It’s not like they didn’t know we were out there!”

“Yeah, hello!” Maggie agreed. “Bright fire and rock and roll. We weren’t exactly hiding out there.”

“Look,” Jack said, chuckling and shaking his head. “I love you horny maniacs. But we’re going to be neighbors with these people for the rest of the week. I saw the same thing you guys saw. I’d love nothing more than to yell over for them to join us by the fire and fuck until the sun comes up. Let’s just maybe let them settle in a little, get comfortable. We can invite them over for a barbecue or something and get to know them before we start fucking each other’s brains out right in front of them.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I suppose that makes sense, Boss. Now if you’re done with your lecture, I’m going to take these two little ladies to my bedroom.”

So we didn’t have an orgy right where the neighbors could see us last night, but nobody in our house made any attempt to keep quiet once we were inside.

Now with the cacophony of raven choral performance drawing us too early from our vacation sleep, I had those two little ladies pressed up to either side of me again, and my cock was just about ready for a repeat performance of last night’s activities.

“Roll over so I can suck your cock,” Eva whispered in my ear. She rolled away from me and I wondered how close she was to tumbling right over the side of the mattress. A full-sized bed is not really all that much room for three adults.

I topkapı escort reluctantly let go of Dani’s boob and rolled onto my back. Dani responded my rolling around to face me.

“Good morning,” she said.

Eva replied by kissing her deeply. They moaned into each other’s mouths, and I struggled to divide my attention between their faces and their two sets of big plump tits pressed into either side of my chest. They both slipped a hand down to my cock and wrapped their fingers around it, Eva working down at the base, and Dani sliding her hand over the ridge of my cock head. They broke their kiss and Eva turned to launch her tongue into my mouth instead, but she didn’t spend much time making out with me. She pulled back and Dani was quick to take her place. I locked my lips onto the redhead’s and pressed my tongue against hers and moaned into her mouth when Eva started sucking my cock.

The pleasure of Eva’s lips and tongue on my cock was driving me to buck my hips up off the mattress, and she moved down lower to keep me in place. I slid my legs close together, and Eva took the blankets and sheets with her when she set her knees on either side of mine and leaned forward to suck my cock back into her mouth. I pulled my mouth back from Dani’s and reached to take both of her tits into my hands. She assisted me by moving up on the bed until she was on all fours over me, her pendulous breasts hanging and pressing delightfully against my face. I grabbed her tits and sucked them one at a time, switching back and forth several times while Dani moaned above me and Eva worked my cock in her mouth.

As much as Dani may have been enjoying my oral work on her tits, there was another place upon which she obviously wanted me to use my mouth. She moved up further, holding onto the headboard and lowering her pussy to my face. I was happy to oblige. I licked her opening, letting her distinct flavor fill my mouth, and drawing a gasp of pleasure. I reached up with one hand to grab and squeeze at Dani’s tits, and I cupped and squeezed her ass with the other while I hungrily licked and sucked her pussy, alternating between fucking her with my tongue and thrashing her clit with quick little strokes.

Dani started to cum right about the same time Eva popped my cock out of her mouth and crawled up the bed over my body and behind Dani. Eva held Dani through her orgasm, massaging her tits and kissing and lightly biting on her neck. My wet cock was trapped directly under Eva’s pussy, and she was grinding her sopping wet cunt against the underside of my shaft. Dani bit her lip and bucked her hips as she came, drenching my face with her pussy juice, which I greedily sucked and lapped directly from her delicious pink cunt.

Once Dani had regained her composure somewhat, Eva reached beneath her and aimed my cock at her beautiful pouting pussy and dropped herself down hard, burying my entire length in her cunt in one smooth stroke.

Dani climbed off me and I got to watch her press her tits into my girlfriend’s face, muffling her cries of pleasure as she rode hard on my cock. Eva sucked those big tits as intently as I so often sucked hers, and with Dani moved off to the side, I was able to get my hands Eva’s huge boobs to massage and squeeze them as she bounced up and down on me. Her butt slapped against my thighs as every stroke drove my cock into her dripping pussy right to the hilt. Dani reached down and worked her fingertips over Eva’s clit and Eva immediately started to cum. Her cries of pleasure were no longer muffled by Dani’s tits, and she shrieked wordlessly as her pussy spasmed on my cock and drenched us both with her cum.

Eva rolled off of me and tumbled to the bed, gasping to catch her breath. Dani was quick to catch my cock in her mouth, and she sucked me clean of Eva’s cum. I watched her work my stiff prick in her mouth and lick my balls while Eva slowly regained her senses beside us.

“Let me up,” I said.

Dani pulled her face off of my cock, and I got up onto my knees, tossing the pillows away so I could kneel right about where Dani’s head had been when we woke up.

“Dani, get over here so I can fuck that yummy little pussy,” I ordered. I waited where I was, my cock pointing straight up in the air, almost pulsing with my heartbeat. “And I want you to suck Eva’s pussy while I fuck you.”

While Dani and Eva got themselves into position, I looked up to see that the bedroom door was wide open, and Maggie and Kristen were both standing in the hallway watching us. They were both naked, and they both waved before Jack suddenly appeared behind them, his big thick cock standing out hard and long from his body as he put an arm around each of their waists and pulled them back with him into his and Sophie’s room. But they didn’t bother shutting the door either.

Dani pressed her butt against my cock and balls, bringing my attention back to my immediate task. Her mouth was already latched onto Eva’s pussy, and Eva was looking up at me with yeni escort eyes on fire.

“Fuck her, baby!” she barked. “I want to suck your cum out of her pussy.”

I spread Dani’s beautiful round ass cheeks apart and gazed at her pussy and asshole before grabbing my cock by the base and plunging it halfway into her cunt. Dani screamed into Eva’s pussy and I drew back until just my cock head was still inside her hot juicing hole. My next stroke was harder, and I slammed my entire cock into her.

Dani wrenched her mouth away from Eva’s pussy to scream, “OH FUCKING FUCK!” before Eva grabbed her head and planted her face back down to her task.

“I know Will’s fat cock feels really fucking good,” Eva said, “but you better make me cum before he shoots all his hot spunk in your pussy.”

Dani bellowed into Eva’s pussy again as I began to fuck her in earnest. I reached beneath her and grabbed onto her tits as I repeatedly slammed my hips into the cushion of her ass. My balls flailed wildly beneath me as I drove my cock hard and fast into Dani’s pussy. Dani thrashed in front of me, and Eva and I had to hold her where she was as she started to cum hard. Her pussy clenched around my cock, sending even more pleasure shooting up through my body, and forcing me to temporarily hold where I was, buried three quarters inside her. She soaked my cock and balls with her pussy-cum and screamed into Eva’s pussy.

“Oh fuck, YES!” Eva cried. “I’m cumming!”

The vibrations of Dani’s pulsing pussy suddenly drove me over the edge, and with a yelp of surprise, I felt my churning balls deliver a huge jet of cock cream into her pussy.

“Oh holy fuck!” I groaned. “Oh my fucking god I’m cumming!”

My vision started to blur as my first burst of spunk was followed up by a second and then a third. Finally I pulled back and my fourth and final strand of cum splashed against Dani’s asshole and slowly oozed down onto her cum-filled pussy.

Dani and I both tumbled to the side as our orgasms passed, and Eva quickly hopped up and hurried around the bed to get a better angle at feasting on Dani’s freshly fucked pussy. I watched my girlfriend hungrily and noisily slurp and suck on Dani’s pussy, swallowing down my cum and Dani’s while Dani writhed and quickly shrieked and thrashed her way through her third orgasm of the morning.

My cock had started to deflate as soon as I was done filling Dani’s pussy with cum, but watching Eva tonguing her cum-filled snatch got me back to full hardness in seconds. I sat back watching and stroking my slick cock with one hand and playing with Dani’s big heaving tits with the other.

Across the hall, they had been even noisier than we had. There was now no doubt in my mind that some of the sounds I had heard were those of Jack fucking his “not-cousin” Maggie. A perverse little thrill made me curious enough to get off the bed and leave Eva and Dani to twist themselves into a sixty-nine. I walked across the hall with my hard cock swinging in front of me.

I stopped in the opposite bedroom doorway and leaned against the frame just in time to watch Jack pull his cock out of Kristen’s pussy and erupt in a geyser of spurting cum. Thick ropes of spunk shot out of his cock and blasted across Kristen’s stomach and tits until Maggie leaned in and caught his bulging cock head in her mouth and sucked down the rest of what Jack was shooting. Sophie quickly went to work licking up the cum off of Kristen’s dark brown skin.

“Wanna switch rooms for a bit?” Jack asked me, drawing my attention away from the way Sophie’s tongue worked across Kristen’s tits.

I nodded, and Jack stopped on his way out of his bedroom and leaned over to suck about half of my cock into his mouth. He spent a few seconds giving me a few long slow sucks before popping back up.

“Tastes like Dani,” he said.

“Right you are,” I said, before dropping to suck some of Kristen’s flavor off of his cock, which had not even begun to soften.

“Oh my god,” Maggie cooed. “You guys are so fucking sexy.”

After a few seconds of sucking Jack’s cock, I stood back up, and Jack left me there with Sophie, Kristen and Maggie all looking up at me from the bed.

Maggie was the first to move. She turned around and settled her elbows down on the mattress in front of her, thrusting out her wonderful ass in the air behind her just off the edge of the bed. Kristen and Sophie soon mimicked her, and soon I was gazing down at a trio of asses of different sizes and colors. First was Maggie, her skin tanned except for the faint lines that had formed yesterday out on the boat. Next to her was Kristen, whose ass was a bit narrower, but much darker. Then was Sophie, her athletic body producing a muscled and firm, but pleasantly wide ass. I could plainly see all three pussies and assholes pointing back at me, so I got down on my knees and started to suck.

I moved from Maggie to Kristen to Sophie, slowly exploring each pussy with my lips maslak escort and tongue before quickly running my tongue around the rim of each asshole. Each of them in turn squealed at the sudden touch of my tongue on the entrance to her anal cavity.

“Oh my god, would you hurry up and fuck me already!” Maggie barked as I was still enjoying the taste of Sophie’s pussy. My cock was so fucking hard I could have stood in for a towel rack, and I was more than happy to move over to Maggie and press the tip of my cock in between the slick lips of her pussy. When she tried to push back, I teased her by pointing my cock downward so that her slit just slid across the upper surface of my shaft.

“Oh you fucker!” she croaked. “Put that fucking thing in me!”

“Hang on just a second,” I said. “Would you two mind sucking my cock to get me ready to fuck Maggie?”

I turned toward Sophie and Kristen who both turned around and started working their mouths up and down either side of my cock while Maggie looked on nearly exasperated. Kristen and Sophie took turns sucking my cock until I was liberally coated in their spit.

“Thank you, ladies,” I said. “Are you ready to get fucked, Maggie?”

“Jesus Christ, YES!” she screamed, and the rest of us giggled at her frustration. “Fuck me right FUCKING NOW!”

I eased in behind her again and this time buried my cock in her hot pussy in one hard fast stroke.

“Oh FUCK!” we both screamed simultaneously.

Sophie moved up the bed and spread her legs in front of Maggie, who buried her face in the blond’s pussy, muffling her cries of delight. Kristen got up on her knees on the bed and thrust her wonderful tits into my face, and it took me a lot of concentration to keep thrusting my cock in and out of Maggie’s cunt while I sucked on those two beautiful brown boobs. It was a mixed blessing when Kristen leaned back down again to stroke Maggie’s pussy while my cock pistoned in and out; I was able to concentrate on fucking Maggie, but I no longer had Kristen’s tits in my mouth. Vacation life is tough.

Maggie shrieked and howled into Sophie’s pussy, while Sophie moaned and squirmed in front of her, cupping her own tits and giving me a wonderful view of her naked body. Kristen had rolled onto her back and squirmed under Maggie’s body and she was sucking on her tits while I fucked her. I slapped Maggie’s ass lightly and she shrieked again, and I continued to pound her pussy with my cock, every stroke sending a resounding slap of my hips against her butt. Kristen wormed her way even lower on Maggie’s body, and Maggie erupted in a volcanic orgasm when Kristen’s tongue came into contact with her clit.

“Oh HOLY FUCK!” Maggie screamed. “Don’t you dare stop fucking me! Give me that cock! Harder! HARDER!”

Maggie’s pussy was convulsing around my cock, but I didn’t slow my constant thrusting. I obeyed her harshly barked commands and held her hips tightly and fucked her as hard as I could. It occurred to me that I couldn’t hear the ravens anymore. Maybe we’d scared them off. There was no way the neighbors weren’t getting an ear full though.

I wasn’t anywhere near ready to cum again, so I continued to savagely pound Maggie’s cunt until she exploded again in a thrashing, bucking, screaming orgasm. She left my cock and balls covered with her pussy juice when she rolled over into a pile of sweating bodies on the bed in front of me. Sophie managed to disentangle herself and scoot forward until her butt was right on the edge of the bed and her legs were spread wide open, her pussy visibly dripping. I wasted no time burying my cock in Jack’s girlfriend as Kristen climbed up and dropped her pussy directly onto Sophie’s mouth.

Maggie slowly gathered her composure again as I fucked Sophie with just as much intensity as I’d just given to Maggie. Sophie was cumming all over my cock after just a few minutes, screaming into Kristen’s pussy, who herself was cumming all over Sophie’s face. Maggie got up on her knees next to me and I quickly lowered my face to suck her tits, which were probably the smallest in the house, but definitely still lovely round handfuls.

“Oh yes,” she groaned while Sophie and Kristen continued to moan and gasp beneath us. “Suck my tits. Fuck Sophie’s pussy and suck my tits.”

I could finally feel the growing surge of an impending orgasm building deep in my swinging balls.

“Pull your cock out when you start to cum,” Maggie ordered. “I want you to shoot your load right in my mouth.”

I moaned, muffled by the salty skin and soft flesh of her tits and I felt Sophie’s pussy start to spasm on my cock again, her screams suddenly becoming much louder when Kristen fell off of her, thrashing with her own orgasm.

“Oh my fucking god, Will!” Sophie shrieked. “You’re making me fucking cum again!”

I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from Maggie’s tits and watched Sophie’s boobs bounce wildly on her chest as she threw her head back and screamed that she was cumming. Her pussy clamped down hard on my cock, and she gasped, her screams suddenly reduced to gasping as her spasming pussy dumped her cum all over my cock. She finally collapsed flat on the bed, drawing deep breaths as her orgasm receded, and I withdrew my cock, which was shiny with a coating of her cum.

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Sie waren auf dem Weg zu ihrem Wochenendhaus und fuhren nun schon eine Weile auf der Autobahn. Sie hatten die letzte größere Raststätte verpasst und langsam aber sicher machte sich bei Yvonne das unbändiges Bedürfnis, sich zu erleichtern, breit. Jochen vertröstete sie eine Weile und versprach, bald auf dem nächstmöglichen Rastplatz anzuhalten. Doch dann war kilometerweit keiner anzutreffen und Yvonne drohte bereits damit sich auf ihren Beifahrersitz zu erleichtern. Glücklicherweise kam dann ein kleiner Parkplatz in Sicht, der zwar keine Toiletten zu bieten hatte, der aber zum Glück dafür nicht von anderen Autofahrern benutzt wurde.

Yvonne sprang förmlich aus dem Auto und rannte auf die Büsche zu, die unmittelbar an den Parkflächen angrenzten. Jochen, der ebenfalls den Drang zum Pinkeln verspürte, folgte seiner Frau und begab sich in gemächlichem Tempo auf die Stelle zu, für die sich Yvonne zuvor entschieden hatte. Als er um einen Busch herum ging, sah er sie auf dem Boden hocken. Ihren Rock hatte sie hoch geschoben und zudem hatte sie ihr Höschen ausgezogen, das sie in ihrer Hand hielt. Unter ihr plätscherte der Urin auf den Waldboden und bildete bereits eine riesige Pfütze, die sich immer weiter ausbreitete.

Jochen blieb vor ihr stehen und blickte schamlos zwischen die Beine seiner Frau. Er konnte ganz genau verfolgen, wie die Flüssigkeit aus ihrem haarlosen Schlitz spritzte und irgendwie machte ihn der Anblick an. Er konnte sich nicht erinnern, ob und wann er das letzte Mal seiner Frau beim Urinieren zugesehen hatte, aber genau in diesem Augenblick übte der Anblick einen gewissen Reiz auf ihn aus. Sein Penis richtete sich rasch auf und war zu voller Größe angewachsen bevor Yvonne ihr dringendes Bedürfnis befriedigt hatte.
Jetzt bekam sie auch das Interesse von Jochen mit und fragte „Gibt es einen Grund, warum du mir dabei zusiehst?“
„Entschuldige.“, sagte Jochen halbherzig. „Ich wusste ja nicht, dass du so empfindlich bist.“

Yvonne erhob sich und achtete darauf, mit ihren Schuhen nicht in den nassen Untergrund zu treten. Dann zog sie ihr Höschen wieder an und ging an Jochen vorbei in Richtung des parkenden Wagens. Jochen blickte ihr hinterher und erinnerte sich daran, dass er ja selber auch pinkeln wollte. Er stellte sich an einen Baum und öffnete seine Hose. Sein Penis schnellte heraus und war immer noch vollends erregt. Jochen wunderte sich, warum es ihn so angemacht hatte, Yvonne in dieser speziellen Situation beobachtet zu haben. Aber offensichtlich hatte es einen bleibenden Eindruck hinterlassen und das Ergebnis bekam er nun zwischen seinen Beinen präsentiert.

Jochen drückte den harten Prügel sachte nach unten und wollte es dann laufen lassen. Durch seine Erregung fiel es ihm alles Andere als leicht, seinem Bedürfnis nachzukommen. Er versuchte es mehrmals, doch in erigiertem Zustand wollte sein Penis den Urin nicht heraus lassen.
„Was machst du denn da so lange?“, schrie Yvonne, die lässig am Wagen lehnte und offenbar weiterfahren wollte.
„Ich komme gleich.“, beeilte sich Jochen zu erwidern, war sich selber aber nicht so sicher, ob es gelingen würde. Er erinnerte sich an Situationen, bei denen er gemeinsam mit einem Unbekannten in einer Herrentoilette stand und alleine die Anwesenheit des anderen Typen es ihm unmöglich machte, seinen Urin fließen zu lassen. Zwar stand jetzt niemand neben ihm, doch das Resultat war dasselbe.

So sehr er auch Druck ausübte, seine Blase bekam keine Chance sich zu entleeren. Plötzlich stand Yvonne neben ihm und blickte auf seinen harten Penis zwischen seinen Fingern herab. „Wirst du jetzt geil beim Pinkeln?“
„Das nicht, aber ich kann es nicht, wenn er hart ist.“, erklärte ihr Mann.
„Und warum bist du erregt?“, wollte Yvonne wissen. Jochen sah sie an und entschied sich dann für die Wahrheit. „Ich habe dir vorhin zugesehen und das hier ist das Ergebnis davon.“

Yvonne blickte ihn irritiert an. „Wie jetzt? Bist du geil geworden, weil ich gepinkelt habe?“
Jochen realisierte, wie blöd sich die Aussage anhörte. Er zog die Schultern hoch und fragte „Willst du mich jetzt dafür verurteilen?“
„Nein…. Ich wundere mich nur.“, erwiderte sie. „Und jetzt?“
„Ich muss dringend, aber es geht nicht.“, stellte Jochen klar.
„Und nun?“, zeigte sich Yvonne ein wenig belustigt.
„Lass dir was einfallen.“, forderte er seine Frau auf.
„Wieso denn ich?“, fragte sie überrascht. „Und was habe ich denn damit zu tun, dass du geil wirst, nur weil du Anderen beim Pinkeln zusiehst…? Das ist ja schon so absurd, dass du mit dem Problem selber zurecht kommen solltest.“
„Würdest du mir helfen?“, fragte Jochen.
„Und wie?“, erkundigte sich seine Frau.

Sie fing seinen Blick auf und ahnte, worauf er hinaus wollte. Sie rang mit sich und fasste schließlich einen Entschluss. Sie kniete sich vor Jochen auf den Waldboden und streifte ihm die Hose samt Slip herab. „Aber wehe, du lässt es laufen, solange ich noch in deiner Nähe bin.“
Dann brachte sie ihren Kopf an seinen Schoß und umschloss şişli escort den harten Penis mit ihren vollen Lippen. Jochen stöhnte lustvoll auf als seine Frau ihn oral zu stimulieren begann. Sein Drang zu Pinkeln trat in den Hintergrund, denn nun bemächtigten sich vordringlichere Bedürfnisse seinem Geist. Sie machte es wie immer sehr gut und traf mit ihrer Zunge genau die Stellen, an denen er das Zungenspiel besonders genoss. Es dauerte nicht lange, bis sich seine Ladung auf den Weg in den Mundraum seiner Frau machte.

Er warnte Yvonne nicht vor, sondern entlud sich schließlich in ihrem Mund. Yvonne reagierte nicht auf seine Eruption sondern blies ihn noch eine ganze Weile weiter. Das eindringende Sperma schluckte sie, wie sooft, herunter und genoss es, die klebrige Flüssigkeit schmecken zu können. Schließlich ließ sie von ihm ab und der klebrige Penis rutschte ins Freie. Yvonne erhob sich und sagte „Dann sieh mal zu, dass das andere Zeug auch gleich raus kommt.“
„Das wird schon werden.“, erklärte der sichtlich befriedigte Jochen und sah seiner Frau auf dem Weg zurück zum Auto hinterher. Dann konzentrierte er sich auf seinen verklebten Penis und drückte die letzten Tropfen seines Ergusses weg. Wenig später besiegte er seinen Harndrang und förderte die ersten Tropfen seines Urins zutage. Es schmerzte etwas, da sein Penis noch immer verklebt und leicht angeschwollen war. Doch langsam aber sicher konnte er seine Blase erleichtern und kehrte schließlich befriedigt und gut gelaunt zu Yvonne zurück.

Knapp zwei Stunden später erreichten sie ihr Ziel und brachten ihr Gepäck in ihr Ferienhaus. Da es auf den Abend zu ging bereitete Yvonne das Abendessen zu während Jochen notwendige Arbeiten im Haus vornahm. Nach dem gemeinsamen Essen zogen sie sich auf die Couch des Wohnzimmers zurück, wo sie eine Unterhaltung begannen. Nach einer Weile kamen sie auf das Ereignis auf dem Parkplatz zu sprechen.
„Jetzt erkläre mir doch mal, warum du vorhin in den Büschen geil geworden bist.“, forderte Yvonne Jochen auf.

Jochen, der mit einem Glas Wein in der Hand neben ihr saß, sagte „Ich weiß auch nicht…. Aber als ich dich da so hocken sah…. Wie du ohne Höschen warst und es aus dir heraus lief…. Das hat mich halt angemacht.“
„Kommt da etwa eine leicht perverse Neigung zum Vorschein?“, fragte Yvonne scherzhaft.
„Ach, quatsch.“, verteidigte sich Jochen. „Darf ich nicht geil werden, wenn mir meine Frau ihre blanke Muschi entgegen streckt?“
Yvonne grinste und fragte „Und die Tatsache, dass ich dabei gerade beim Pinkeln war spielte da keine Rolle?“
„Ich fand es halt erregend, dabei zuzusehen. Das macht mich doch wohl nicht zu einem Verbrecher, oder?“, wollte Jochen wissen.

Yvonne schmiegte sich an ihn und sagte „Natürlich nicht…. Und was danach war, war ja auch nicht ganz uninteressant.“
„Danke übrigens für deine Hilfe.“, erwiderte Jochen. „Ich meine, das kleine Blaskonzert.“
„Ich weiß.“, gab Yvonne zu verstehen.
„Da fällt mir ein, dass du ja dabei ein wenig vernachlässigt wurdest.“, stellte Jochen fest.
„Du warst ja der in der misslichen Lage.“, kommentierte Yvonne.
„Vielleicht sollte ich das jetzt nachholen und dich ein wenig verwöhnen.“, schlug Jochen vor.
„Hört sich nicht schlecht an.“, fand seine Frau, die ihm einen verführerischen Blick zuwarf.

Jochen stellte sein Weinglas auf den Tisch und rückte näher an seine Frau heran. Er fasste Yvonne an den Saum ihres Sommerkleides und wollte es hoch schieben. Sie gestattete es ihm und hob ihren Hintern von der Sitzfläche an. Als Jochen das Kleid ein Stück hoch geschoben hatte stutzte er. „Was ist das denn….? Kein Höschen?“
„Das habe ich vorhin ausgezogen.“, erklärte seine Frau. „Ich wollte es bequemer haben.“
Jochen grinste und zog seiner Frau, die zudem auch keinen BH trug, das Kleid vollständig vom nunmehr nackten Körper.

Yvonne war schlank und wohlgeformt und ihre Brüste reizten Jochen jedes Mal, wenn sie sich vor ihm entblätterte. Kurz darauf wanderte seine Zungenspitze um die rosafarbenen Brustwarzen und ein Griff zwischen Yvonnes Schenkel verriet ihm ihre Geilheit. Er stimulierte seine Frau eine Weile mit der Hand, während er beide Brüste durch zärtliche Küssen liebkoste. Dann rückte er ein Stück von ihr ab und ließ Yvonne sich auf die Couch legen. Er selber tauchte zwischen ihren Schenkeln ab und vergrub sein Gesicht in ihren Schoß.

Er genoss es stets, wenn er sie auslecken konnte. Die glatt rasierte Muschi turnte ihn jedes Mal an und er ließ seine Zunge raumgreifend in der Vagina herum toben. Yvonne reagierte mit wohligen Seufzern und steigerte sich immer weiter in einen ekstatischen Zustand hinein. Nach einer Weile wollte auch sie nicht nur untätig bleiben und entzog sich Jochens Zunge.
Nachdem ihr Mann ebenfalls nackt war und eine stattliche Erregung präsentierte widmete sie sich seinem harten Prügel und wiederholte den Vorgang, der sich wenige Stunden zuvor auf dem Parkplatz ereignet hatte. Später vereinigten sie sich in mehreren gecelik escort Stellungen miteinander und vögelten sich die Lust aus ihren erhitzten Körpern heraus. Jochen kam in ihr und entlud seine Säfte vollständig in der feuchten Grotte. Zufrieden und befriedigt blieben sie noch eine Weile liegen und machten sich dann langsam auf den Weg ins Badezimmer. Kurz darauf lagen sie im Bett und schliefen ein. Der Stress der Fahrt und die frivolen Ereignisse des Tages hatten sie ganz schön geschlaucht und forderten ihren Tribut.

Am nächsten Morgen wachte Jochen als Erster auf und begab sich ins Badezimmer. Er benutzte die Toilette und während er pinkelte baute sich erneut das Bild von Yvonne vor seinen Augen auf, die in der Hocke sitzend zwischen den Büschen auf den Waldboden urinierte. Schlagartig richtete sich sein Penis auf und glücklicherweise waren die letzten Tropfen seiner Morgentoilette bereits aus ihm heraus geflossen. Er tupfte sich mit einem Stück Toilettenpapier ab und betrachtete seinen harten Kameraden.

Er wunderte sich, warum ihn der Gedanke an Yvonne schon wieder geil gemacht hatte, hatte aber keine Antwort parat. Unter der Dusche beruhigte sich sein bestes Stück wieder, doch kaum hatte er sich erneut das Bild seiner pinkelnden Frau in Erinnerung gerufen, wuchs sein bestes Stück schon wieder zu voller Größe heran. In dem Moment, als er nackt und erregt vor dem Waschbecken stand, kam Yvonne ins Badezimmer und blieb verdutzt vor ihm stehen. Sie musterte seinen Zustand und fragte „Machst du es dir jetzt ohne mich gemütlich?“

Jochen fühlte sich ein wenig peinlich berührt und erwiderte „Ich weiß auch nicht, was mit mir los ist.“
Yvonne näherte sich ihm und küsste ihn auf den Mund. Dabei berührte sie mit einer Hand den Stab ihres Mannes, der daraufhin leicht zuckte. „Oh, so empfindlich heute?“
Jochen fasste Yvonne an den Oberarmen und drehte sie in seine Richtung. „Ich kann dir ja mal zeigen wie empfindlich ich heute Morgen bin.“
Er drückte sich an sie, sodass sie seine Erregung deutlich durch ihr Nachthemd an ihrem Unterleib spüren konnte. Yvonne grinste und fragte „Willst du etwa schon wieder?“
„Bereit bin ich ja.“, bestätigte Jochen lächelnd.

Yvonne dachte kurz nach und erklärte „Von mir aus gerne. Wir sind ja im Urlaub…. Lass mich nur mal schnell pinkeln und mich frisch machen.“
Yvonne zog sich das Nachthemd aus, unter dem sie erwartungsgemäß kein Höschen trug. Als sie sich zur Toilette begab realisierte sie, dass Jochen sich nicht von der Stelle bewegt hatte und seine Frau neugierig ansah. „Willst du jetzt hier etwa stehen bleiben?“
Jochen zögerte kurz und sagte dann „Wenn du nichts dagegen hast.“
„Jetzt sag nicht, dass du schon wieder zugucken möchtest, wie ich pinkle.“, zeigte sich seine Frau irritiert.

Jochen erwiderte nichts und betrachtete Yvonne neugierig. Diese hob nun den Toilettendeckel hoch und nahm auf der Brille platz. Sie ließ es laufen und sah dabei ihren Ehegatten ungläubig an. „Vielleicht solltest du mal mit Jemandem darüber sprechen…. Ich meine, dein Verlangen danach Anderen zusehen zu müssen.“
Jochen beobachtete seine nackte Frau auf der Toilette aufmerksam. Sein Hauptaugenmerk galt dem Bereich zwischen ihren Beinen, wo die warme Flüssigkeit aus ihrem Innern austrat und sich in die Schüssel ergoss. „Mach mal bitte die Beine auseinander.“
„Was?“, fragte Yvonne irritiert.

Als sie Jochens eindringlichen Blick sah, kam sie der Aufforderung nach und ermöglichte ihm dadurch den direkten Blick auf ihren Intimbereich, aus dem die letzten Tropfen herausliefen. Als sie fertig war tupfte sich Yvonne ab und erhob sich von dem Sitz. Sie betätigte die Spülung und spürte sogleich, dass sich Jochen ihr genähert hatte. Er umarmte sie und drückte dabei seinen harten Prügel gegen ihren Hintern.
„Hey, hast du es so nötig? Lass mich doch erst duschen gehen.“, schlug sie vor. Doch Jochen wollte nicht warten. Er führte sie nahe an die Toilette heran und gab ihr schließlich zu verstehen, dass sie sich vornüber beugen sollte. Yvonne legte daraufhin ihre Hände auf den Spülkasten und nahm eine gebeugte Körperhaltung ein. Sie stand nun mit gespreizten Beinen direkt vor der Toilette und ahnte bereits, was ihr Mann gleich mit ihr anstellen würde.

Wenige Sekunden später fühlte sie den harten Riemen ihres Mannes von hinten in sich eindringen. Sie stöhnte lustvoll auf, als der Kolben bis zum Anschlag in ihre Vagina eindrang und den Bereich gut füllte. Dann begann Jochen zu Stoßen und entlockte seiner Frau weitere Freudenbekundungen. In dieser ungewöhnlichen Stellung trieben sie es mehrere Minuten lang miteinander. Dann gab Jochen das Zeichen für einen Stellungswechsel. Kurz darauf saß er auf dem geschlossenen Toilettendeckel und Yvonne setzte sich auf ihn, wobei sie ihm den Rücken zu wandte.

In einem stetigen Rhythmus bewegte sie ihren Körper auf und ab und steigerte dadurch die Ekstase beider Partner. Jochen hatte von hinten seine Hände um Yvonnes Brüste taksim escort gelegt und unterstützte dadurch ihre Bewegungen. Schließlich gab Jochen seiner Frau zu verstehen, dass er bereit für das Finale wäre, woraufhin sie sich von ihren Plätzen erhoben. Während Jochen stehen blieb, hockte sich Yvonne vor ihn und betrachtete den harten Penis, an dem Jochen energisch wichste. Gleichzeitig spielte sie mit der rechten Hand zwischen ihren Beinen und versuchte einen eigenen Höhepunkt herbeizuführen.

Als es Jochen kam stöhnte er laut auf und ergoss sich über Yvonnes Gesicht. Yvonne fing Teile des Spermas mit dem Mund auf, der Rest landete auf ihrem Haar oder in ihrem Gesicht. Kurz darauf kam es ihr selber, was sie durch lautstarkes Stöhnen artikulierte. Erst als Beide keine Reize mehr verspürten verließen sie ihre Positionen und erhoben sich Beide. Jochen umarmte seine Ehefrau, die noch immer die Spuren seiner Lust in ihrem Gesicht trug.
„Das war geil.“, merkte Jochen an. „Aber vielleicht solltest du dich jetzt doch mal frisch machen.“
„Komm doch mit unter die Dusche.“, forderte Yvonne ihn ebenfalls auf.

Schließlich begaben sich Beide unter die heiße Dusche. Da sie allerdings erst gerade zutiefst befriedigt wurden ging es relativ züchtig unter der Dusche zu. Sie küssten sich und wuschen sich gegenseitig, ohne das jedoch erneut die pure Lust aufkam und auch ohne das es zu einem weiteren Durchgang hemmungsloser Liebe gekommen wäre. Der weitere Tag verlief harmonisch und nachdem sie einen gemeinsamen Tagesausflug gemacht hatten kehrten sie gegen Abend erschöpft in die Wohnung zurück. Sie duschten sich und bereiteten sich auf das Abendessen vor, das sie auf der Terrasse einnehmen wollten.

Als sie gemütlich bei einem Wein auf ihren Stühlen saßen brachte Jochen ein seiner
Meinung nach heikles Thema zur Sprache. „Ich habe ein Anliegen und weiß nicht so recht, wie ich es dir erzählen soll.“
„Möchtest du schon wieder Sex haben?“, fragte Yvonne grinsend.
„So etwas in der Art.“, bestätigte Jochen. „Nur handelt es sich um etwas Spezielles.“
Yvonne ahnte bereits etwas und fragte „Hat es etwa was mit dem zu tun, was dich anscheinend in den letzten Tagen so angemacht hat?“
„Ich weiß, dass es ungewöhnlich ist, aber der Gedanke lässt mich nicht mehr los.“, gab er zu verstehen.
„Raus mit der Sprache.“, forderte Yvonne ihn auf.

Jochen sah ihr in die Augen und entschied sich, seinen Wunsch auszusprechen. Yvonne und er hatten nie ein Blatt vor den Mund genommen wenn es um die Formulierung ihrer sexuellen Vorstellungen ging. Man offenbarte sich offen die eigenen Erwartungen und Wünsche und bislang waren sie immer auf einen gemeinsamen Nenner gekommen. „Ich denke, dass es mich unheimlich anmachen würde, wenn du mich einmal anpinkeln würdest.“
„Wie bitte?“, zeigte sich Yvonne fassungslos.„Das glaube ich doch jetzt nicht.“
„Ich weiß, dass es irgendwie pervers ist, aber ich bekomme den Gedanken nicht mehr aus dem Kopf.“, erwiderte Jochen.
„Und was soll das bringen?“, fragte seine Frau ungläubig.
„Ich hatte früher niemals solche Bedürfnisse.“, erklärte Jochen. „Aber als ich dich da auf dem Parkplatz beobachtet habe, hat es mich unheimlich angemacht. Und heute Morgen erneut, als ich dir zugesehen habe…. Ich weiß doch auch nicht, warum ich darauf stehe, dir beim Pinkeln zuzusehen.“

„Ich weiß, dass wir eine offene Beziehung führen und uns unsere Bedürfnisse gegenseitig vortragen.“, sagte Yvonne. „Nur was du jetzt von mir erwartest ist schon eine hohe Hausnummer.“
„Das weiß ich doch.“, sagte Jochen. „Mir ist das auch irgendwie total peinlich, dich darauf anzusprechen. Aber wie du ja bereits sagtest, wollen wir uns unsere Wünsche und Vorstellungen gegenseitig offenbaren.“
„Nun ja. Es gibt viele Dinge, die Menschen sexuell ansprechen.“, erwiderte seine Frau. „Manche stehen auf Sado-Maso-Spielchen, Andere mögen es anal…. Und offenbar steht mein Mann auf Natursektspiele.“
„Ich möchte nicht, dass du jetzt schlecht von mir denkst oder mich für einen Perversen hältst.“, gab Jochen zu verstehen. „Und vielleicht gefällt es mir ja doch nicht so sehr, wenn ich es einmal ausprobiert habe. Aber momentan ist das eine fixe Idee von mir, die ich nicht aus dem Kopf bekomme.“

Yvonne dachte kurz nach und sagte dann „Dann sollten wir vielleicht dafür sorgen, dass du endlich Klarheit bekommst und dich nicht mehr quälen musst.“
„Würdest du mir ernsthaft den Gefallen tun?“, zeigte sich Jochen freudig überrascht.
„Solange es nicht im Wohnzimmer passiert und wir unsere Einrichtung dadurch versauen.“, erwiderte Yvonne locker.
„Wann?“, fragte Jochen aufgeregt.
„Ich müsste sowieso mal wieder. Warum nicht jetzt?“, erklärte Yvonne grinsend.
Jochen betrachtete seine Frau, die sich von ihrem Platz erhob und ihn auffordernd ansah. „Was ist jetzt…? Oder bekommst du doch kalte Füße?“
„Nein, natürlich nicht.“, beeilte sich Jochen zu sagen und stand ebenfalls auf. „Wo wollen wir es tun?“
„Wie wäre es im Badezimmer in der Dusche…? Dann haben wir hinterher die geringsten Probleme beim Saubermachen.“, schlug Yvonne vor.

Sie begaben sich gemeinsam ins Bad, wo sich Yvonne sogleich ihrer Kleidungsstücke entledigte. Jochen betrachtete den nackten Körper und fühlte sich wie ein kleines Kind vor der

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Padded paws softly thudded rhythmically across a forest on the outskirts of Cirrane. Four footfalls, silence. Four footfalls, silence. The smell of damp earth and the sound of crispy leaves tingled the large beast’s senses.

She scanned the scenery through ice blue irises, seeing the world in varying shades of grey, illuminated by the luminescent glow of the full moon. The cold bite of the autumn air whipped against her dense, matted, black fur. It didn’t bother her in the slightest.

She was far too large for any normal wolf, as tall at the shoulder as a smaller human even while standing on all fours. Despite her massive size, she maneuvered gracefully through the dense underbrush at incredible speed. Tree trunks and bushes in grayish high definition flickered in and out of view as her vision combined with her incredibly honed sense of smell to dart through nature’s obstacle course effortlessly.

The hot, heavy breath escaping her predatory maw turned to steam in the chill night air. Her sharp fangs were prominently on display, pearly white and glistening in the moonlight. She was cloaked in a shroud of darkness by her midnight fur, traveling far too fast to be detected. The only chance an observer would catch sight of her would be by the glow of her eyes or the glint of her fangs.

She skidded to a stop and crouched her colossal frame to the forest floor, trying to pick up her prey’s scent. A few rapid intakes of breath and…

There it was, clear as day itself.

Breaking into another sprint, she reached the edge of the trees and the cabin where her target slept.

A warm, yellow glow peered out of the single window. She could smell the burning wick and the melting merter escort tallow of the candle. She prowled up to the wooden door, silently and stealthily.

Standing tall and proud, the massive wolf began to shudder violently as it grew even larger. Her forelegs and hindlegs squealed as they expanded to even greater lengths, covered in dense muscle. The digits of her enormous paws elongated and thinned.

Her imposing snout began to recede even as her entire body swelled with large, dense muscle. The beast’s maw shrank, sinking into her new, flatter face.

Then, with another violent, almost sickening shudder, the enormous wolf’s thick torso shed all of its black fur.

Her now bare skin was elegant, creamy, porcelain, and smooth. Still hunched over on all fours, her forelegs began to transform into human arms and hands. Her dirt flecked claws turned into long, razor sharp fingernails. The fur in her footpads disappeared as her paws smoothed and flattened, leaving only a particularly large feminine pair of hands.

Her hindlegs transformed in tandem much the same way, turning into smooth, hairless, large human feet, proportional to her massive size.

She grunted, the mid-transformation moan sounding raspy, threatening, and positively inhuman. Her biceps and triceps bulged with powerful, swelling muscle, thick as tree trunks. Her forearms were dense and solid, strong enough to ragdoll a human about if she wanted. Her skin was smooth as silk, but tough as steel.

The mystical werebeast’s bony hindlegs creaked as those bones grew even larger to support her massive frame and weight. Her angular joints straightened and lengthened, pushing her güngören escort paws/feet out along the forest floor, carving deep grooves into the soft earth as they expanded.

Those paws turned into large human feet with sharp nails, just like her hands. Her new, long straight legs bulked with dense bundles of striated muscle as well. Each brawny length of flesh carved out their own identity, cutting even deeper grooves along her body than the ones her hind legs were etching into the floor.

Each hamstring and quad flexed arrogantly, but the enormous balls of muscle on the back of her calves had as much right to be proud as well. She rose to stand like a biped, arms tensing, legs rippling as the painful, enjoyable transformation continued.

Her pale, porcelain face began to take human form finally. The only identifying trait between her wereform and her human form were her icy sapphire-blue eyes, still glinting in the darkness, as if giving off their own light. Well, that and her sharp, gleaming, pronounced canines. She smiled wickedly. She couldn’t wait to enter this cabin and assault the sleeping prey waiting inside for her. His scent drove her into a frenzy. She drooled as she traced her tongue languidly over her wicked incisors and blood red lips.

Rich, exuberant strands of midnight black hair grew from her scalp, replacing the thick coat of fur she was previously sporting. It flowed down past her shoulders, shining with a beautiful luster, but still speckled with leaves and sticks.

She flexed her powerfully muscled back, reaching behind her with her thick arms to brush the detritus out of her new mane. Her shoulders flexed and rippled bağcılar escort in tandem with the massive mountainous swells of her upper arms.

“Mmm,” she moaned, her voice more human than canine now. A pair of large, fleshy, perky breasts adorned her torso, impossibly belying her over-athletic, muscular form. Her pink nipples were ghostly pale, almost invisible without the right lighting.

Finally, a dense, pronounced eight pack sealed the deal, bordered by large swells of muscular obliques. Her hips and buttocks bulged and flexed with pure power as she experimentally contracted her core, feeling her power sharpen and her abdominals tighten even further.

With a sadistic smile, she opened the door to the unlocked cabin and ducked under the doorframe. Human buildings simply didn’t accommodate her eight foot stature.

There her prey lay, deep in slumber, completely unaware of what she was about to do to him.

Tiptoeing silently forward with extreme grace that belied her bulky form, she towered over his prone body. She got down to her knees, her tree trunk legs slipping along both of his sides, her enormous body absolutely dwarfing his… she licked her lips. He smelled so fresh, so ready, so delectable…

Finally, her sweet, chestnut scent hit her prey’s nostrils. He awoke with a start, starting into the most heartbreakingly beautiful face that he’d ever had the privilege to witness. Her immense stature was a stark contrast to his own, smaller-than-average frame, his soft muscles yielding to her chiseled physique. Her warmth enveloped his relatively frail body.

He thanked the gods every day for his luck.

“How was your run?” he asked.

“Mmm. Good. It’s nice to cut loose when the full moon is out.” She bared her fangs in demonstration and giggled.

“Sorry I fell asleep. I was pretty tired, and… MMF!”

The she-wolf plunged her tongue into his mouth as she mashed her lips to his, writhing in pleasure as they began to consummate their love.

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Prologue

Streaks of light streams by, accompanied by the stillness of the big and empty void.

I can see Earth up ahead, the one says to the other.

Ever-changing colours of light showers past as they hurtle onwards towards the Milky Way Galaxy.

Yes. I can see it now. Was hidden behind the Andromeda Galaxy for a second. That reminds me, we still need to stop over there to see if they have progressed since our last visit.

Having seen Earth has me eager. Our friends in Andromeda can wait.

Silence. There is always a lot of silence between worlds. No sound to occupy oneself, not that this bothered either of them. It comforts them knowing they are travelling – exploring the universe.

Have you found your Keuse yet?

There is a deep, dark coldness surrounding them. Their only company is each other and their thoughts to one another.

Yes. I have just spotted her.

Andromeda looms to their right. Shining silent lights towards the corners of the universe, as if in rejoice.

You have chosen a female. That makes my choice easier.

A cold, uneventful moment passed as they leave Andromeda behind, its colour shifting more towards red.

I found my Keuse. He will definitely be fun.

‘Fun’, you say?

Yes.

The Milky Way, now a short distance away, glows faintly in anticipation – or so it seems to them.

Time to slow down. A brief pause. Then, just outside Earth’s solar system, Prepare the backup. I will contact Home.

It is done. Does this mean we will really give full access to them?

Unless you want to add any specific rules, then yes.

No. Other than the BasRu in place, I want to see what happens.

Then it is time.

The silence changed into noise as they enter Earth’s atmosphere, each going their own way.

Chapter 1 – Cabin and a Book

“Have you heard?”

A key creaks into an old lock, twists, then creaks back out. “About the storm? Yeah, I got a notification about it this morning.” Shuffling her shoulder, she adjusts the phone she has clamped there with her head while dragging her suitcase along.

“I just checked online for you, Annabelle, and it looks as if the storm passed over your little cabin. You might want to take a mop with you.”

“Damnit! With a şişli escort storm like that I will probably end up swimming my weekend away!” Annabelle chucks her suitcase into her car with frustration. “Anyway, it is time for me to disappear for a few days, Ben. Thanks for the checkup… uh huh, yeah… I will, thanks… bye.”

Annabelle always anticipated long car journeys with a sense of wonder and adventure. Although she has never been very from home, this three hour drive to a cozy cabin has always done wonders for her.

With music blasting through her little Fiat’s stock speakers and making good on time, Annabelle noticed the devastation the storm has left to the East. It is strange, she started thinking, how the grass looks burnt under the water that’s pooled up.

Two hours and thirty minutes has passed and the evidence of the storm is all but ignored. As always, the anticipation for a few hours drive isn’t the same when the lone CD in the car has played the same songs too many times.

Grateful that the cabin is only three hours away and not more, Annabelle steps out of her car with stiff legs, a hungry stomach, and a full bladder. Around her, as far as she could see from her vantage, there is no trace of the storm. Peeking through the tall pine trees are rays of silvery-golden sunlight. Surrounding the cabin are flowers upon flowers of brightly coloured varieties – each one radiating life where the sun touched them.

With a brightened mood, Annabelle gathers all her belongings from her car and struggles to the house, carrying everything she brought with. Gran would laugh at me right now, then, mimicking her high-pitched, ever-caring grandmother, she says, “A lazy person would kill herself carrying too much rather than have to walk twice!”

Wobbling up the steps leading to the front door, she suddenly understood her grandmother completely. With the bulk of her stuff on the floor by the door, she unlocks the oak door and enters for the first time this year.

Everything so far is just as she left it. The living room, which you find when entering the front door, was a good size and homely. A soft four seater couch with many pillows against the opposite wall, almost reflecting the three seater on the wall next to the front door. Between the lounge set mecidiyeköy escort is a big, white, and fluffy mat – a purchase specifically for this cabin, as everything is about escaping the ‘rough’ world outside. Roughly in the middle stands a dark oak coffee table in vivid contrast to the mat. Naturally, there is no TV in this cabin. No technology, in fact.

Her progress through the house reveals that nothing has been disturbed, except for a layer of dust that has settled. She has always marveled how her cabin is in better repair than her home.

Everything brought inside and packed away, Annabelle walks to the kitchen and prepares a quick lunch while singing, “…and no one dares, disturb the sounds – of silence!”

The rest of her afternoon was uneventful, consisting mostly of reading a new Sci-fi book on the big four seater.

In all her previous visits she has never been visited by someone at this cabin and, therefore, she early on made a rule to never wear more than a g-string and a bra. This weekend is no different. She has always found herself attractive, though the strict uniform policy at work has stopped any flaunting of assets in their tracts. Her lack of a social life also prevented her from showing off her perky C-cup breasts.

It started becoming difficult to read in the diminishing daylight and she remembers that she hasn’t brought in any firewood yet. So, while there is still some light, she gets up and places her book on the table. Out through the backdoor and to the one corner of the patio, she picks up a few firewood logs and goes back inside. She places the logs in the fireplace, just as her father taught her at a young age. Satisfied, she lights the firelighters and the flame roars up into the chimney.

As habit drives motive, Annabelle goes to the kitchen and, out of the oak cupboards, she gets a wine glass. All her stored ice will only allow today and tomorrow a cold drink, so she always started the first night.

She leaves the kitchen, which was adjacent to the living room and half separated by a wall, and via the hallway she goes to the bedroom to pick up a different book – one for the evenings beside an active fireplace. The book was on the dressing table with its provocative cover reflecting in the mirrors.

With nişantaşı escort a sip of wine and the erotic novel in hand, Annabelle goes back to the living room and falls onto the three seater couch, where the firelight is the brightest. Each visit she made sure to bring one erotic novel to read in the evenings, or while sunbathing at the lake closeby.

With a few adjustments Annabelle is comfortable on the couch with knees up, pressed together, and bent so that her feet are resting flat against the seat and her knees leaning against the backrest. Her head is propped against the armrest and the fire licked the air behind her head, flickering light illuminating the first pages of her book.

Before long, she had one leg hanging off the couch and her panties around an ankle. She has chosen to stay on genre and get a sci-fi erotic story for this weekend and, enjoying the idea of futuristic sex toys and alien beings with massive cocks, she reaches the verge of climax sooner than she would have liked. Fortunately for her inner-tease – unfortunately for her crave for an orgasm – the plot took on a more mundane and poorly executed background story of the villain.

“Peter woke up after what must have been a crazy night, followed by an even crazier dream. Last time he felt this way, he found footage of himself crapping in the toilet of a friend’s parents house with the door wide open, the mother of all stink running through the house and massacring each person’s nostrils – or so it seemed on the faces of everyone else in the footage. He swore he would never drink… much… again.”

Late into the evening, Annabelle finally reached her third orgasm with full force quivering and loud gasping shouts of pleasure. After some time of enjoying the afterglow of orgasm, still basking in the heat from the hot embers, she rolls over and falls on all fours on the fluffy mat. If only an alien with a huge dick was to jump out and slam into my pussy… mmm that book got me quite worked up. Deciding to call it a night and leave some built-up horniness for tomorrow evening, she does a few stretches – making sure to peek at her body during the sexy poses.

Finished, she gathers her underwear, the book, and the empty wine glass, and puts the glass in the kitchen sink and the other things in her bedroom. After a quick clean up of herself in the bathroom and she gets into bed naked.

Tomorrow, I think, I will finish that book by the lake. Maybe someone just happens to see me… and, with that fantasy in mind, Annabelle drifts off into a sleep so deep and so peaceful; to the likes she has never known.

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