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He’s here again. Fourth week in a row.As if getting up before ten on a Sunday morning for father-enforced exercise with my sister and her friend wasn’t bad enough, and he’s making the already tedious outing at the council pool near unbearable. Going to university should mean I escape compulsory sport and everything to do with it, not that it gets moved to my summer holidays.Eyes down!Crap. Too late; things are already stirring below from that single glance. I’ll have to get in the water before the tent in my trunks is too obvious.I slide in, wincing. It’s not really that cold, but it always seems that way when you first get in. Hopefully, that will help my loins calm down and shrink things, though if that bulge in his Speedos is after being in the cold water… No! Stop thinking about that! Not in a public pool! Keep it for tonight, alone in your room.With a grimace, I start my routine of swimming laps, trying to avoid both conversation with my father and staring at the current object of my confused obsession. Confused because, although his hairy muscular physique is nothing like my dad’s, and he is definitely younger than him, he is still old enough to be my father. And I don’t like older men. Do I? No, I like cute twinks like myself, and maybe athletic tops if they look like Brad Pitt, but definitely no one more than ten — let alone twenty — years older, and not bears, not even muscular ones who would be snapped up for the role of Aragorn by any local production of Lord Of The Rings.So why can’t I take my eyes off him or make this boner go down?Time drags on until I judge that I’ve swum enough to satisfy my dad’s demands that I engage in some form of physical exercise, and I tell him that I’m getting changed. After waiting for the opportune moment when no one Sex hikayeleri else is looking, I haul myself out, doing my best to disguise my continuing arousal as nothing more than an illusion from the wet material, and head through the footbath to the showers as fast as possible. Cursory rinse of chlorine from my skin complete, I grab my things from my locker, grateful to finally have something to hold in front of my crotch. I turn to begin the search for a free cubicle and walk straight into the person at the locker beside mine.“Sorry,” I mumble, not looking up.“You should look where you’re going. You can’t take your eyes off me the rest of the time.”My eyes snap up as ice falls into my belly. It’s him. A good head taller than me and twice as broad with those swimmers’ shoulders, he’s more gorgeous than ever with his long, dark hair released from its top knot. It forms a wet mane around his bearded face, framing piercing brown eyes that laugh at me despite his stern expression.“Um, I’m not sure what you mean.” I glance around. There’s a family at the other end of the lockers, but otherwise, we’re alone.“Don’t deny it. It’s too obvious. You want me, don’t you?”“N-no, I think—”The voice of my sister talking to her friend echoes from the showers, and when I look over my shoulder in that direction, he puts his hand over my mouth and pulls me into the closest cubicle, locking it.For one, this space would be cramped, but with two it feels positively claustrophobic. I struggle, but his body pins me to the wall, our clothes sandwiched between us. As I look at his face again, he brings a finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet. Breathing hard, I look into eyes alive with amusement as the chatter of the girls draws nearer. My captor bends forwards Sikiş hikayeleri to speak in my ear in a low, gravelly voice that I still fear will carry.“How would you like to get fucked where everyone can hear?”A chill from something other than fear runs down my spine as the water drips from his hair onto my reddening face, a not entirely benign smile tugging at his lips.“I thought so. I can spot a needy boy-slut a mile off.”With his free hand, he takes the combined bundle of our clothes and towels, and dumps them on the bench, half of them sliding onto the floor.“Well, today’s your lucky day, because you picked the right muscle bear to ogle. I didn’t bring any lube, and there’s not enough noise here to cover your squeals if I take your arse without it, so I’ll let you apologise by gagging on my cock. Sound good?”His hand slides to my neck, but I can’t speak. Only a whimper escapes my lips as they reach for his of their own accord. His eyes narrow and he withdraws an inch, pursing his lips, and then — splat! I jerk in shock as a mouthful of saliva splatters onto my face.“I don’t kiss whores,” he growls, and my chest seizes at the humiliation of being spat on and the possibility that anyone, related or not, might have heard me being called a whore. Apparently my dick knows better than my head, though, because it throbs with his words. He notices. “You actually like that, don’t you?”Entranced, I nod, and he rewards my honesty with another spray of spit.“Real subby little boy-bitch, aren’t we?” he sneers, squeezing my throat tighter. My hand shoots up to grab his wrist — the first proactive act I’ve taken since being pulled in here — but not to pull him away. Though far beyond any of my fantasies, something in my core tells me that I need this.“I Erotik hikaye do like subby bottoms,” he whispers and pushes me down, his one arm enough to force my knees to buckle until they are on the hard tiles. Another shiver of humiliation runs through me as I feel the bottom of the wall on my heels, my toes having slipped through into the neighbouring cubicle, thankfully vacant — for now. Anyone nearby who happens to glance down will immediately know someone is kneeling at someone else’s feet.“My bottoms beg,” he murmurs. I shake my head and he grabs a fistful of my hair. “Really?”I gasp, and he uses his other hand to smear his saliva across my cheeks and push it between my lips. Instinctively, I suck on his fingers, but he whips them away, slapping me across the face.“Beg!”“Please,” I whisper, hoping that is enough, but know it’s not even before he shakes his head.“Not good enough.”“Please, Sir.” The title just slips out naturally, and his lips curl. “Please, Sir, may I kiss your cock?”My whispered words echo in the sudden silence, and I fear we have been heard, but then I hear the much louder whisper of my sister’s friend from two or three doors away, saying, “And then he put his hands down my pants!” followed by the hysterical giggles of seventeen-year-old girls discussing something naughty. Ordinarily, I might have strained my ears to hear the latest escapade of buxom Bridget, but right now I could not care less other than for the reassurance that they had not been listening to my own confession of lust.“You may,” my still anonymous new master acquiesces.Tugging his skintight briefs down, I free the flesh I have lusted after for the past month. It is still soft and retracted inside the foreskin, balls up tight from the cold of the pool, yet still intimidates me. How am I going to fit this in me when it’s hard? More eagerly than my bashfulness might have implied, I kiss it, licking the chlorinated water from his sac and warming his shaft so that it begins to grow. I go to touch it, but he knocks my hand away.

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Jim stood at the door watching her go to the treehouse, like every other night before.Jim knew exactly what she was doing. He knew why she was going to the treehouse. Jim had been accepting this for quite some time now. He never knew exactly when she started cheating on him, but he knew who she was cheating with.He remembers building the treehouse for his son many years ago and how happy he was to have it. His son spent many days and nights playing with his friends in it. They would head up there every day after school and had to be almost dragged out for dinner. Then, when he was done with dinner and homework, he would be back up there with the kids on the farm. Most of the time, it was Hector. They had been best friends for as long as he could remember.Jim returned to his chair and sat thinking about the life that he and Bonnie shared. It had been a good life for the most part. Farming was good in the early years, but the economy had taken its toll on profits. He remembers letting go of most of his staff and now relies on the upcoming young men that are the children of who’s left. But, unfortunately, the same young men enjoy Bonnie every chance they get.He decided that he couldn’t focus on this anymore tonight. He got up and headed toward the staircase and his bedroom. The thoughts of what she was doing were too much for his tired body and mind to handle.As he walked, he stopped and looked at himself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. He thought to himself; he used to be a strapping young man, just like Hector. Instead, years of hard labor and long hours of stress have turned Jim into a slender, broken-down man. He sympathized with Bonnie and almost agreed that she needed a younger version of him to keep her happy.Heading to the door and glancing at the treehouse confirmed he was too tired. He stood there looking, and as if a whisper came in like a newborn spring day, it came to him. He knew what he had to do. He loved Bonnie and was not giving her up to these young men. He would get his revenge and make her realize what she had been missing from him.Before taking his revenge, he would have to change himself. He used to be strapping and is now broken down. That would change. He was always tired, which would also have to change. Their sex life would also have to change. But not before she sees what she has been missing. He then devised a plan. Starting tomorrow, things will be different.___________________________________________________________________________The following day, Jim woke up as usual at the ass-crack of dawn. But today, he lingered around at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and writing things down on paper. Jim sent his son out in the field to start working and watched Bonnie as she made her way around the house, cleaning and tidying up. He would glance over at her occasionally, smile, and then return to his coffee and paper. He knew this was driving her crazy. He could see how anxious she was to get out to the treehouse. But, nevertheless, he was in no hurry to leave.Jim sat writing notes about his diet and what he could eat to gain a few pounds to turn back into muscle mass. His notes were also names of local single women he knew from going to town and what his few friends told him. His friends were always bragging about which ones were the best lays. Also, which ones were the easiest to get with? So he thought to himself, if he was going to use women to get revenge, why not use the best lays in town?The rest of his notes to himself were about ways to change things on the farm. The most significant change would be that he was not going to be killing himself in the fields all day anymore. He decided that the young guys would have to work harder and longer to make up for him not being there all the time. This meant starting earlier and working through lunch. This also meant they would be much more tired at the end of the day. Of course, this was his way of dis-swaying them from having enough energy to enjoy Bonnie anymore. This idea brought a slight grin to his face.It was getting close to lunchtime now. He felt he had enough to put some of his plans into action. He knew Ricardo would be heading back from the fields soon for lunch. So he decided to call a meeting and have Ricardo gather everyone in the barn to discuss changes. Sex hikayeleri Sure enough, when he got up to look out, he saw Ricardo coming in from the fields. He walked out and spoke to him, sending him all over the farm to gather everyone in the barn.Bonnie noticed this and was completely confused. She was also squirmy and horny as hell. She missed her morning sex, and now it looked like she was going to miss her afternoon sex. She didn’t know what was going on but knew she couldn’t say anything to Jim about her dilemma. She had no choice but to go back inside the house and keep cleaning. Maybe all the housework would keep her mind off the sex she was missing.In the barn, Jim watched as the staff gathered. He looked at the three young men and gave them a slight grin. He looked at his son and wondered for a second if he knew what his mom was up to. Then he put that out of his mind. That was not a thought path he wanted to go down.Hector’s father was the farm manager and his most trusted employee. He announced that Hector would become his assistant, and they would have to work very closely together. He knew by assigning Hector to his dad; he would have no time for extracurricular activities. This, of course, made him feel a little better.Ricardo was reassigned to feeding the cows and sheep and tending the animals. This meant he would have to be up extra early and be with them all day in the fields. He would have no time for lunch breaks back at the house. Jim told him to start packing his lunch.Raul had a new job as well. He would be Jim’s son’s new apprentice. That means he would always stay on his side and learn everything his son could teach him about running farmhands. But, since his son usually had to be all over the farm during the day, checking on the farmhands, Raul would be left with little time to enjoy anything.Jim explained more changes to the rest of the staff and why he wanted to make these changes. He wanted more time for other pursuits and expansions to the farm if all went well. Everyone accepted their new roles without question. They all knew times were tough, and it would mean more money for them if he could bring growth.With the first part of his plan complete, Jim sent everyone back to work at their new positions. This ensured that Bonnie would have no visitors today. They would be too wrapped up in their new jobs to get away. He also knew that since all the young men would be shadowing someone else, they couldn’t just break away. So Jim left the barn with a smile and a new bounce.________________________________________________________________________For the next two weeks, Jim was up and gone to town by mid-morning and returned just before dinner. During his time away from home, the treehouse had no visitors except Bonnie. None of the young men could see her. When Bonnie asked Jim about his daily trips to town, he would respond that it was going well and he was closing in on some excellent deals. Then he would smile and change the subject.Jim spent the last two weeks going to the CO-OP and talking to other farmers. He did make new deals for the farm. He agreed to use part of his acreage for grazing next spring with one of the other farmers for a price. He also decided that since he had some extra room in his barn, he would rent it to other farmers. This meant he would have extra income and less work for his staff. Less acreage to maintain indicated less work for them. So, he cut a deal to loan out his staff part of the day to nearby farms. The farmers would be paying them, which meant more profit for him. This also meant the entire young and old staff would be further away for parts of the day.Jim also spent the last two weeks with the few friends he had. They would go out to eat lunch or meet for coffee and breakfast. During his time with them, they spoke about all kinds of things. They talked about farming and sports, the local news, and what was happening worldwide. They also spoke about the local women. Jim would sit there and listen while taking mental notes. Fortunately for Jim, his friends were single or recently divorced. They were also all close in age and had similar tastes in women.Jim learned about a dozen local women who were beautiful and slightly younger than them and liked to have fun. Since Jim was Sikiş hikayeleri not looking for a long-term relationship, he ruled out all but three. He felt the rest would want to latch on or try to break up him and Bonnie. This was not his goal. He was out for revenge.The three left were different in many ways. There was the town huss bucket that Jim was pretty sure all his friends had at one time or another. There was the flirty single mom that didn’t want anything from men but sex after her ugly divorce. Then there was the quiet, reserved one that all his friends said couldn’t be had, but they were pretty sure would be the hottest lay.For the next few weeks, Jim spent most of his time in town trying to get close to these women without being obvious. The last thing he wanted was someone to return to Bonnie and tell her he was picking up women in town. At least not yet, anyway. He needed to secure himself with these women first and not have them find out about each other. He also needed to get them all back to his farm in front of her when the time was right.Getting close to these women was a challenging task. They all had different work schedules and lived on opposite ends of town from each other. Sometimes this was a good thing. But it also was very tiring. Chasing three women at the same time was never something Jim ever saw himself doing. Jim was always the quieter one of his friends. He was shy and never understood why or how he could land Bonnie.Rhonda, the town huss bucket as she was known, worked afternoons and evenings as a bartender/server for the local tavern. Since she was single, she was always at work and easy to find. This also meant her mornings and late evenings were usually open. Rhonda was the first woman Jim went after.Rhonda was easy to talk to and incredibly flirty. She was eager to hear all about Jim and his life. He almost felt like he was her prey instead of the other way around. Rhonda spent most of her time talking to Jim, bent over the bar with her cleavage in full view. She knew it was affecting him. She would lean in, rub her hand on his arm, and make sure her cleavage was the focus of Jim’s eyes.Rhonda knew from their talks that Jim was married. This didn’t bother her at all. On the contrary, it may have excited her even more. She was not afraid to get with a married man. She was not looking to settle down, and being with a married man ensured this. But, on the other hand, she was not looking to break up a happy home, either. She figured that if a man was looking to cheat, he was not very happy.After only a few short days of talking, Jim and Rhonda started having sex at her place every morning. The sex was good, and it helped Jim feel more confident about talking to women and having sex again. It had been at least two years since Bonnie, and he had been together. He didn’t realize how much he missed sex. He also didn’t know how many hours a day he was working on the farm till now.When Rhonda had to leave for work around mid-morning, Jim would shower and head out to talk with Faith. Faith was a single mom of a teenage daughter. Faith worked overnights from 11 pm-11 am stocking shelves at the local grocery store. Faith and Jim met when he decided to go grocery shopping one morning and kept asking her for help. He said his wife usually did all of this, and he was clueless about where anything was. Faith smiled, chuckled at this, and proceeded to help him for the rest of her shift. They talked and laughed the whole time.It took about a week of him going in daily close to the end of her shift and asking for help before she agreed to start seeing him outside the store. She did tell him that her time was limited because of her daughter, and she didn’t bring strange men around her child. So, they agreed that they would only see each other till her daughter was home from school. They enjoyed lunch at the restaurant and walked around the park. They talked about marriages and the problems they have gone through.Faith told Jim all about the ex and the things he had done. She also said she would never be interested in men that way again. Sex was one thing, but marriage was entirely out of the question. This comment got Jim’s attention, and he pursued it more by telling her about his wife and what she had been doing. Erotik hikaye That outraged Faith and she responded that his wife deserved to be taught a lesson.Jim and Faith have been enjoying each other every day since then. But only after she gets off work; Jim must be gone before her daughter gets home. The sex with Faith was better than he could have imagined. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she was a single mom or just that she wanted to help Jim with his revenge. Either way, neither of them was complaining about it at all. Like earlier in the day, Jim showered before heading out to meet with Galena.Galena was quiet, reserved, one of the three. She was a schoolteacher and worked during the day till around 3 pm. Since dinner at Jim’s wasn’t until around 7 pm, this gave him time to spend with her. Also, she liked to go to the gym after work, and since Jim decided he needed to put some muscle back on, this worked out well for him.Galena had been working out most of her life, and he could tell. She knew about all the machines and how to change their settings. She was not weak either. She used a decent amount of weight. Galena stayed to herself and focused on what she wanted to do. Jim noticed the guys around her looking but returning to their own stuff. No one approached her.Jim made his move and walked up to her. He told her he had no clue how to use most of these machines. He was not lying. He had not lifted weights since high school, and even then, the coach usually told him what to do. So, looking like a complete dork is the best route. He was a natural.Galena smiled and looked at Jim. She thought it was weird but cute that this slender, nice-looking guy would start talking to her. No one ever spoke to her in the gym. She was pretty sure they were all afraid of her. She was almost certain that she intimidated all the guys. She never understood this. They had no reason to be since she always tried to be nice to everyone.Galena thought to herself, what the hell? So she started talking with Jim about the machines and which ones she liked. She spoke about her routine and how she wanted to switch it up. She felt it did more to keep her tone. She also talked about how quiet it usually was in the gym at this time of day since most people were still at work. She said she enjoyed the quiet.This last comment brought a look to Jim’s face, and Galena caught it. She immediately apologized and told him she did not mean anything against him. Jim laughed and said not to worry about it. This made them both laugh and relax. The rest of the day, they spent time together in the gym, and Galena did her best to teach Jim about the machines. They made a date for the next day to work out together.Over the next few weeks, they worked out every day with each other. They talked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. They talked about life and love and their relationships. They discussed Galena’s troubles with men and why she liked being alone. She said she had nothing against men but never wanted to stay with anyone for very long. She also said this is why she preferred married men, with no fear of commitment.Jim told Galena about his issues with Bonnie and why he decided to start working out again. He told her he wanted her to pay for what she had been doing. He figured if he got back into shape and beautiful women like Galena noticed him, she would feel guilty and want him full-time. Galena agreed and suggested he find a woman to have sex with. But, of course, that would add to her guilt.Smiling, Jim asked if she had anyone in mind. Galena blushed a little and gave a coy smile, saying, maybe.For the next few weeks, Jim and Galena had wild sex every day after working out. Galena was the hottest and best lay Jim, had so far. His friends were correct and did not know it. But, of course, he could never tell them either. Galena may have been quiet on the outside, but sexually, she was on fire and was not afraid to be boisterous. It was a good thing all her neighbors were still at work when they were having sex.____________________________________________________________________________________________________ It has been two months since Jim decided to implement his plan. Jim was thrilled with the changes he had made so far.The farm has never been more successful and will continue to be on the upswing once spring gets here. He has gotten into better shape and even gained a few pounds. Not as slender and broken down as he once was. And sexually, he has been extraordinarily active and learned many things about himself.

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Délivrance

J’ouvre les yeux.

Mes premières sensations sont douloureuses. Il me semble que J’ai mal partout. Tout est blanc autour de moi sauf un mur de couleur. Je ne reconnais rien. Je ne sais pas où je suis.

Je finis par comprendre que je suis dans un hôpital. J’ai une perfusion, et une pince au bout des doigts.

À côté de moi je vois une sonnette qui permet d’appeler un soignant.

— Bonjour madame vous reprenez connaissance c’est bien me dit quelqu’un en blouse blanche.

— Où suis-je? Que s’est-il passé?

— Vous avez eu un accident de voiture. Vous êtes à l’hôpital. Vous avez eu beaucoup de chance, Rassurez-vous à part quelques ecchymoses et une fracture du poignet que l’on a opérée, vous n’avez rien de grave.

— On attendait votre réveil pour savoir ce qui s’est passé.

— Je ne comprends rien. Je ne me souviens de rien.

— Vous n’aviez aucun document sur vous. Pouvez-vous me donner votre identité pour que l’on recherche votre famille.

Je réfléchis quelque instant, je ne me souviens que de lumière violente, un cri, un bruit violent et plus rien.

— C’est effroyable! Je ne peux pas répondre à cette question. Je ne me souviens pas de mon nom!

— C’est le choc émotionnel. Une amnésie partielle ou totale survient parfois après un accident. Nous avons fait tous les examens qui s’imposaient. Vous n’avez pas de traumatisme crânien. Il va vous falloir beaucoup de repos pour avoir une chance de récupérer. Je vais faire en sorte que vous ayez la visite de la psychologue du service. Elle vous accompagnera pour tenter de vous faire retrouver la mémoire.

C’est ainsi que tous les jours, une psychologue est venue me rendre visite. D’abord dans ma chambre, puis dans le bureau du service. Parfois on allait dans le parc de l’hôpital pour changer de cadre et me stimuler autrement.

Aujourd’hui, presque deux mois plus tard je suis capable de me souvenir de qui je suis et de ce qui s’est passé avant l’accident. J’ai appris que le conducteur n’avait pas survécu.

Après s’être assurée que j’allais mieux physiquement et mentalement, la psychologue avec qui j’ai lié une relation de confiance m’a fait parler au sujet de mon tatouage pubien, de la marque que j’ai à la fesse droite et des piercings. On a pu me retirer les anneaux que j’avais dans le nez et les seins ainsi que la barre à mon clitoris mais il a été impossible de retirer les œillets fiches dans mes lèvres, sans risquer de me les abîmer.

Avec son aide, j’ai réussi à penser que je n’étais pas coupable mais plutôt que j’avais été victime d’un couple de pervers. Je me suis beaucoup confiée à elle, mais je n’ai jamais pu lui parler de cette grossesse et de ces bébés que je ne connaitrais jamais.

Je lui ai raconté ma déchéance qui a commencé dès le deuxième jour de ma relation avec cet homme, le directeur de l’hôtel où avait lieu le congrès auquel je devais assister pour mon travail.

Je lui ai raconté qu’après avoir redécouvert le plaisir du sexe avec lui il a fait de moi un objet sexuel. Il m’a séquestré avec mon amie Barbara, qui était venue me retrouver pour participer avec moi à ce congrès. Il m’a éloignée de ma famille et m’a convaincue qu’ils ne voudraient plus de moi en raison de ce que j’étais devenue. La honte et la culpabilité m’a fait me rendre à cette évidence et j’ai accepté ma nouvelle condition de soumise. Par la suite avec Barbara, nous avons été abusées, humiliées, prises et rabaissées au rang de bête. J’ai d’ailleurs été tondue et marquée comme une bête d’où le tatouage et la marque sur la fesse.

Puis j’ai été séparée de Barbara. Cela fut le début Sex hikayeleri de mon renoncement définitif à mon état d’être humain. J’ai commencé à m’éloigner de la réalité pour la supporter. Pendant un temps qui m’a semblé durer des années, mais qui en réalité n’a pas dépassé un an, j’ai été exploitée dans une maison close spécialisée dans le sadomasochisme extrême et la zoophilie.

J’allais être vendue aux enchères pour servir d’autres maîtres lorsque l’accident a eu lieu.

Après avoir compris tout cela, la psychologue de l’hôpital a expliqué mon escalade dans la déchéance à ma famille. Mon mari et mes enfants ont été formidables. Ils m’ont comprise et ils m’ont beaucoup soutenue. Ils ont accepté mon transfert dans un établissement spécialisé dans la réhabilitation des victimes comme moi.

Là, j’ai été aidée par une autre psychologue qui m’a incitée à écrire le récit de ce que j’ai vécu que vous lisez aujourd’hui.

Dans ce centre spécialisé, j’ai rencontré une femme qui a été comme moi victime d’un pervers. Elle aussi avait succombée aux plaisirs du sexe avant d’être l’objet d’une soumission sexuelle abusive.

Après plusieurs mois de soins, je suis guérie de mes sentiments de honte et de culpabilité. J’ai retrouvé confiance en moi et la confiance de ma famille. J’ai même pu retrouver mon poste de travail en mi-temps thérapeutique.

Je n’ai jamais oublié Barbara. Je me demande ce qu’elle est devenue, si même elle est encore en vie.

Je suis devenue l’amie d’Isabelle qui a une histoire similaire à la mienne. Elle m’a parlé de son maître qu’elle appelle Monsieur Gilles. Elle m’a expliqué ce qu’elle a vécu dans cette petite ville que je connais pour y avoir passé des vacances en famille sans jamais soupçonner ce qui s’y passait.

Dans cette clinique, nos chambres étaient au bout du couloir de l’étage des femmes, nous passions beaucoup de temps ensemble.

Elle m’a raconté comment, elle est tombée dans la toile tendue par cet homme. Institutrice à temps partiel, elle avait rencontré son tombeur dans le petit restaurant où elle déjeunait parfois. Sa vie intime avec un mari qui ne s’intéressait pas plus que cela à elle, s’étant réduite comme peau de chagrin, elle avait vite succombé au charme ravageur de cet homme. Il lui avait peu à peu redonnée confiance en elle, en sa capacité de séduction. Il l’emmenait danser dans un club, il faisait de la randonnée avec elle et elle avait facilement accepté de poser sur lui. De cliente danseuse dans ce club, elle est devenue danseuse de lap-dance ou pole-dance. Elle aimait le regard des hommes sur elle quand elle s’effeuillait.

Puis peu à peu, elle a accepté de coucher avec des amis et amies de Monsieur Gilles avant que celui-ci ne décide de la mettre sur le trottoir.

Cela a duré des années et elle avait même accepté d’être enceinte pour satisfaire les désirs de clients pervers.

C’est à l’issu d’une fausse-couche qu’elle s’est retrouvé à l’hôpital dans un état critique.

C’est elle qui a demandé à rester enfermée dans ce centre de soin car elle sait que si elle en sort, elle retombera dans son addiction, d’ailleurs un soir ou nous parlions dans ma chambre bien après l’heure officielle de l’extinction des feux, elle m’a montré son savoir-faire avec une femme.

Assises en nuisette, l’une à côté de l’autre sur le lit sa main est venue sur ma cuisse. Je lui ai souris. Je n’avais plus fait l’amour depuis mon hospitalisation il y a plusieurs mois et mon entrecuisse commençait à m’exciter, me démanger. Je l’ai laissé faire et quand sa main à remonter le tissu de la nuisette, j’ai écarté naturelle Sikiş hikayeleri mes cuisses et je me suis mise en position pour être baisée ou léchée. Elle a vu le tatouage que je portais sur mon pubis et sans hésiter, elle a plongé sa tête. Aussitôt c’est Barbara que j’ai vue lorsque j’ai fermé les yeux. La caresse de la bouche d’Isabelle était aussi douce que celle de mon amie. Isabelle m’avait expliqué son expérience et je savais qu’elle avait été vendue tant à des hommes qu’à des femmes. Elle était dans l’obligation de les satisfaire, quelque soit la situation et la demande. Mais cette fois ci ce n’est pas la contrainte ni la peur qui la motivait. Tout comme moi, c’est évident qu’elle prenait plaisir à ce qu’elle faisait. Quand elle a appuyé son doigt sur mon anus, je me suis instinctivement mise à quatre pattes. Elle a commencé à me caresser les fesses puis à me les claquer doucement. J’ai été surprise mais j’ai aimé. On aurait dit que mon corps se souvenait de ce qu’il avait supporté. J’ai poussé un petit cri et j’ai tendu mes fesses davantage comme pour l’inviter à aller plus loin.

— Tu aimes être prise par le cul on dirait.

— Oui, c’est bon. Continue Isabelle!

Mon petit trou était encore souple. Je pense même qu’il le restera longtemps.

Sans hésiter elle m’a rentré deux doigts et elle a commencé un va et vient lent d’abord puis de plus en plus rapide et fort. Je sentais son excitation en même temps que la mienne. J’ai commencé à couiner et à aller à la rencontre de ses doigts.

— Tu en veux plus hein Bénédicte?

— Oui, oh oui! C’est tellement bon.

Elle a pris un tube de médicaments qui était sur ma table de chevet. Il était long et de d’un diamètre proche de celui d’un sexe.

— Tiens je crois que tu vas aimer ça. Suce-le d’abord.

J’ai sucé le tube comme si je suçais un sexe.

Tu vas le prendre dans le cul mais d’abord tu vas te remplir la chatte toi-même.

Alors toujours à quatre pattes j’ai caressé mon clitoris avec le tube puis je me suis fourrée la chatte.

— Tu es belle chérie quand tu te fais plaisir. Voilà, c’est bien donne-le moi maintenant.

Elle a sorti ses doigts de mon cul qu’elle a remplacés par le tube. Elle m’a pénétrée d’un coup sec mais j’étais suffisamment souple pour en jouir. Elle a repris les va et vient tandis qu’elle me pressait le clitoris de sa main libre. Je n’ai pas résisté longtemps au plaisir qui montait dans mon ventre.

— Ah oui! Je jouis.

— Oui Bénédicte. Tu es restée une belle salope jouisseuse.

Nous nous sommes aimées longuement cette nuit-là. Après avoir récupérée, j’ai commencé à lécher Isabelle en imaginant d’abord que c’était le sexe de Barbara qui était sous ma bouche. J’avais envie de faire comme si c’était elle à qui je rendais tout le plaisir qu’elle m’avait donné avant que nous soyons emmenées dans cette ferme où nous fûmes séparées. En gardant les yeux fermés je voulais faire jouir Isabelle comme l’amie que j’avais perdue. J’ai eu le sentiment de me dédouaner d’une certaine façon d’une partie de ma culpabilité vis à vis de Barbara.

Puis l’excitation m’a gagnée davantage et soudain c’est à Léa que j’ai pensé. Un mélange de haine et de fascination s’est imposée à mon esprit. En voyant le tatouage d’Isabelle je me suis souvenu que c’est Léa qui me maintenait quand une autre femme tondue comme moi m’a tatoué le pubis du chiffre huit qui était la nouvelle façon de me désigner. J’ai alors eu un goût de vengeance dans la bouche et j’ai mordu le clitoris d’Isabelle que j’étais en train de titiller gentiment. J’ai ensuite violemment écarté ses cuisses. Elle Erotik hikaye était grande ouverte quand j’ai frappé sa chatte en imaginant celle de Léa. Isabelle ne s’est pas dérobée. Elle s’est mise à crier sous mes coups, de plus en plus durs.

— Toi aussi Isabelle, tu es une belle pute qui mouille de la chatte. Tiens tu mérites d’être punie pour ton plaisir.

C’est son ventre et ses seins que je me suis mise à frapper puis je lui ai tordu la bouche en continuant de la gifler.

Je l’ai prise par les cheveux, je lui ai tiré la tête à l’arrière en même temps, je lui mordais les tétons et de ma main libre, je tirais sur son clitoris.

Je vérifiais l’état de sa fente. Elle dégoulinait. Alors comme me l’imposait autrefois Léa, je lui ai fait nettoyer le tube qui avait pénétré mon cul

— Tiens! Lèche ma belle truie! Dis-je à Isabelle en forçant sa bouche. Tu aimes le goût du cul, toi. Profites en bien!

Je faisais aller et venir le tube dans sa bouche comme si je lui imposais une fellation. Je pressais et tordais ses seins tandis qu’elle avait la bouche pleine.

Isabelle geignait et gémissait sous la violence de mes mains et de ma bouche. Elle continuait à dégouliner, mes quatre doigts ont pu facilement entrer dans sa chatte. Je l’ai prise brutalement et elle a jouis. J’ai senti qu’elle se resserrait sur ma main quand elle jouit.

Après avoir récupéré de nos orgasmes respectifs, nous avons continué à nous embrasser et à nous câliner. J’ai pleuré dans ses bras en lui demandant pardon. Elle en a fait de même.

Nous étions d’accord sur le fait que ce que nous venions de faire nous avait manqué. Nous avions aussi compris que nous avions eu besoin de faire subir à l’autre une partie des violences que nous avions subies. Le soulagement que j’en avais tiré pour ma part était extraordinaire et d’une certaine façon, il complétait le travail que je faisais en psychothérapie.

Nous avons ensuite continué à nous voir lorsque nos sens nous l’imposaient mais sans en parler à nos psychologues respectifs.

Après plusieurs mois de soins, je suis guérie de mes sentiments de honte et de culpabilité. J’ai retrouvé confiance en moi et la confiance de ma famille. J’ai même pu retrouver mon poste de travail en mi-temps thérapeutique.

Je n’ai jamais oublié Barbara. Je me demande ce qu’elle est devenue, si même elle est encore en vie.

Je sais que Monsieur Moreau et Léa sont toujours aux commandes de cet hôtel et qu’ils piègent toujours des femmes. J’ai pu rencontrer l’enquêtrice qui est allé l’interroger suite à mon accident, et s’il a reconnu avoir eu des relations sexuelles avec moi, il a dit ignorer totalement ce qui nous était arrivé, à Barbara et moi. Ils avaient découvert nos chambres vides le matin et aucunes traces de nous. Les caméras de l’hôtel n’ayant rien enregistré de suspect. On nous voyait même attendre une voiture non identifiable devant l’hôtel, au milieu de la nuit.

La policière m’a montré le document signé de Monsieur Moreau et du policier qui avait enregistré sa démarche le jour de notre disparition à Barbara et moi.

La police a donc classé l’affaire en indiquant qu’il s’agissait de disparitions volontaires et inexpliquées.

Je n’ai pas le courage ni l’envie de revivre ces moments où je suis devenue une femelle exploitée.

L’absence de procès contre Monsieur Moreau me soulage pour une autre raison. Comme c’est parfois le cas dans le lien qui se crée entre une victime et son agresseur. Je pense que dans mon inconscient, je suis amoureuse de Monsieur Moreau. Malgré tous les traitements qu’il m’a fait subir, je dois reconnaître qu’il m’a aussi offert des plaisirs d’une puissance insoupçonnée. Aussi, j’ai aimé son regard sur moi. Il me transperçait à chaque fois qu’il me regardait. D’une certaine façon il prenait soin de moi parce qu’il avait besoin de moi. Il me le disait souvent.

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Megan had her nose pressed against the wall with her arms folded behind her back knowing her shorts and knickers were on the dining table behind her and her bare bottom was on show as she was wearing only her red vest top and bra. She was doing naughty spot time because she had spilt red wine on her step-mums’ new dress although it would be her girlfriend, or rather her chummy mummy, Cindy, who would be dealing with her. Cindy was forty-three and she and Megan had been a serious item for over a year. They met whilst Megan was at college, and she was now in her second year. Megan was now nineteen. Cindy was a strong-willed woman who wanted to be the one in charge of any relationship she was in. She was drawn towards partners Megan’s age because she found girls in their late teens or early twenties were more inclined to accept the authority of a mother figure. In fact, Megan fitted the profile exactly as she was drawn toward older women. The reason was her step-mum, Sheila, who was, like Cindy, forty-three.  As her nose was pressed against the wall, Megan thought back to before her relationship with Cindy when she still lived at home. Sheila had married Megan’s dad when Megan was sixteen and from the start made it clear that she expected to be obeyed more like a governess than a mum. Her dad was often away on business for weeks at a time and so Megan had no choice but to accept Sheila’s authority and to accept the whole list of rules that Sheila set concerning helping around the house, keeping her room tidy at all times, keeping to her curfew, doing her homework, and the like. There were also the consequences of breaking the rules and the main one was a bare-bottom spanking. In fact, spanking tended to be the only consequence Sheila imposed instead of time out or being grounded. It was also standard that on each day she was spanked she also had to be in bed by seven o’clock with her light out and her phone and other electronic devices in the living room with Sheila.  Megan had quickly grown to hate her step-mum just as she also hated being spanked, although to be fair Megan only hated Sheila when across her lap although knew each spanking was well deserved. So, when after just a few months Sheila and her dad divorced, Megan still had a special bond with her now ex-step-mum but often slept over at hers to experience the maternal style discipline she found she actually craved. When sleeping over she was treated like the daughter still and had to obey Sheila like she would a real mum and suffer the consequences of a spanking when she didn’t, which was most times she slept over. The routine was generally the same whenever a spanking was earned. Megan had to remove all her clothes below her waist and stand with her nose pressed against the wall with her arms folded behind her back. Sheila would generally be in the room for the fifteen minutes Megan had to have her nose pressed against the wall.  Initially, the spanking was in private but after one incident when Megan was determined to have been rude to a friend of Sheila’s and she got spanked in front of the friend, Sex hikayeleri having people watch then became a regular thing. Megan instantly hated the humiliation of being watched as she was spanked and that added to her dislike of Sheila during her spanking, but it didn’t stop her misbehaving. Once the fifteen minutes was up Sheila would order, “Come here, child, so I can teach you a lesson.” Megan knew that being called a child was a purposeful way of belittling her but that was Sheila all over when about to give her a spanking. Megan had to walk the few steps to where Sheila was seated and then ease herself down across her lap. Megan of course hated being across Sheila’s lap, particularly for those few moments when Sheila rubbed her bottom and up and down the backs of her legs whilst scolding her as she looked at Sheila’s upside legs and saw her own legs under the far side of the chair. Her own bare legs of course which reminded her that her bottom was bare. The scolding was continuously highlighting whatever Megan had done wrong and Megan always thought it was such a drag, although equally was aware that as soon as the scolding was over the spanking would start. Sheila always used a hairbrush. She had several in her drawer because they split after every few spankings. Megan really hated the hairbrush because it hurt so much. The spanking always started with Sheila’s hand but she rested the hairbrush on Megan’s back so she knew it would be used once Sheila had turned her bottom red with her hand. Megan was fearful of the hairbrush and Sheila knew it and used the fact. Sometimes, Sheila would hold the hairbrush and wave it around when she wanted to be sure Megan would agree to whatever she demanded. Even if the request was to go to the shops when Megan wanted to go to a friend’s house because Sheila knew that as Megan hated the hairbrush so much, she would simply agree with her request. Megan hated Sheila as much as she hated the hairbrush although hate was too harsh a word when describing how Megan thought about Sheila when not being spanked. She was her step-mum and most of the time was a warm and loving woman. She was the right age for being her mum and although very strict she was also a mum who saw her role as guiding her daughter and not being her daughter’s best friend, and that meant imposing a disciplinary regime and enforcing it. Indeed, although really her step-mum Megan always called her her mum when talking to her or about her. So, whilst most of the time Megan was happy that Sheila was her mum, when Megan earned a spanking, she knew her mum dealt sternly with her and only ever gave a long and hard disciplinary spanking just as any strict mum should give. Megan remembered those spankings so well and hated every single one. A spanking would never take less than ten minutes nor involve less than fifty spanks with the hairbrush on each bottom cheek. Every inch of her bottom cheeks were always red by the end of the spanking and the backs of her legs were also bright red and she remembered so clearly how much her bottom and legs stung. She invariably Sikiş hikayeleri lay on her bed after having to be on her tummy as she clutched her burning stinging bottom cheeks with one hand and rubbed away the seemingly never-ending tears with the back of her other arm until she fell asleep. When she woke up the memory of the spanking returned immediately because her bottom still stung, even if she slept for several hours.  Megan knew though that Sheila didn’t spank so hard because she enjoyed it or was being deliberately vindictive. Far from it, in fact, because afterward once she had asked sternly if Megan had learned her lesson and got the expected apology, then Sheila would give Megan a loving maternal hug like only a loving mum could give and with lots of kisses on her cheek. It was clear that once the spanking was over then so far as Sheila was concerned the slate was clean and Megan was a good girl again, at least until another rule was broken which inevitably it was.  Whilst being spanked was a horrid memory for Megan in reality she was spanked only once or twice a month. For the rest of the time, she remembered Sheila as a loving mother figure who always put her first and was always there for her. So, whilst not her best friend she was the best mum that anyone could have, and she loved her for being just a great mum to her.  Indeed, it was Sheila who drove Megan to College and helped her settle into her digs and who cried when she eventually had to leave her there, just like a proper loving mum. Megan reckoned that because she loved her step-mum so much she was drawn to older women who were like her. Of course, it was rare to find a woman who was both maternally dominant and sexually attractive as a partner, but Cindy was exactly that. She had the same no-nonsense do as I say tone of voice as Sheila, and liked to be in control like Sheila, so a chord was struck in Megan’s mind that she had found the older woman who was like her mum but was also a chummy mummy who she had the most wonderful finger and tongue sex with. It was perfect, she knew. In return, Cindy loved Megan as the daughter she never had which was why she liked younger women Megan’s age. They did argue, but as friends rather than mum and daughter, until one-day Cindy slapped Megan on the bottom and told her to behave. Megan retorted with, “You sound like my mum before she gave me a spanking,” and blushed. Cindy was surprised that Megan spoke about being spanked as though it was a recent thing, so asked, “When was the last time you were spanked?” Megan hadn’t intended to mention spanking although now she had she knew that she had pictured herself across Cindy’s lap when masturbating. She worked out her answer though. She had met Cindy within a month of starting College and a month later had moved in with her and she was now in her second year at college. “The week before starting College,” Megan admitted blushing. Cindy was surprised that Megan had still been spanked when she was eighteen but that could work in her favour and she replied sternly, “Well maybe a good spanking is just what Erotik hikaye you need from time to time.” “I haven’t broken any rules though, have I,” Meagan said with her hands on her hips sounding as if she had given such a smart response. “I can set some rules, my girl, and then see if you earn a spanking,” Cindy shot back. “Okay,” Megan replied because as she argued with Cindy, she realised she did want some rules to comply with and know that if she did break them then she would get a spanking. After all, Megan knew that Cindy was getting frustrated with the way she misbehaved as she was the youngster in the relationship and Cindy wanted maternal control then she would let her have it, just like her mum had disciplinary control over her and it had worked so well for them both. It took only twenty minutes for Cindy to happily produce a set of rules which Megan said she would abide by even without reading them as Megan quickly realised that she would even feel more comfortable with a set of rules with boundaries and knowing she would earn a spanking if she broke any and hoped that Cindy would prefer that as well. “If you don’t abide by them then you will earn a spanking,” Cindy pointed out sternly. “I know,” Megan said meekly but felt flutters flying around her vagina and thought how that never happened when her mum told her how close she was to getting a spanking. It didn’t take long for Megan to break her first rule and as she was across Cindy’s lap having her bare bottom spanked, she realised that she still hated the pain of the spanking.  However, as she bawled her eyes out after spanking her but with her still across her lap, Cindy rubbed and squeezed Megan’s bottom and calmed her down and as Cindy rubbed Megan’s legs she quite unintentionally rubbed the inside of her thighs and just once accidentally ran her fingers along Megan’s pussy lips.  Megan gasped as she felt Megan’s fingers running along her pussy lips and at that moment realised she was actually aroused by the spanking. Cindy hadn’t meant to finger Megan but heard the gasp and wondered whether Megan was aroused by being spanked and so ran her fingers along her pussy lips again and heard the repeated erotic gasp. Even before the discovery of how wet Megan got when spanked, she knew that what was different for her when being spanked by Cindy was that giving the spanking calmed Cindy down, and, afterward, there were always loving maternal hugs and kisses which invariably ended up with them making out. “You are a good girl now,” Cindy would say as she wiped away Megan’s tears, so just like Sheila after spanking her except with Cindy they nearly always ended up in bed. For Megan as well the feelings were different. The spanking still hurt, and she was just as repentant but now she understood her damp pussy was a result of the spanking and whilst the spanking remained a punishment, with Cindy, it made them both want to make out.  A spanking from Cindy still had many similarities to a spanking from Sheila. Cindy scolded first and then spanked every bit as hard as Sheila did, turning both bottom cheeks and the backs of both legs bright red. Cindy also had a supply of wooden-backed paddle hairbrushes which Megan hated just as much as the ones Sheila had, and Cindy never gave less than fifty spanks on each bottom cheek.  

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I wake up from what I thought was a few minutes of sleep, but it seems as though the sun is out. Is it morning? Did I sleep on this couch? I take a minute to orient myself and realize that I am not on a couch, but instead, I’m in a really comfortable bed with soft sheets. I don’t remember us coming to the bed! And Marco is not even in the bed. Where could he have gone?I look around the room to notice its coziness. There’s a small desk in one corner, a night stand on one side of the bed, and a dresser on the opposite wall. The wall of the nightstand has a beautiful large French door that opens up onto a balcony. I slowly get up off the bed, noticing I’m not really wearing any clothing, grab a blanket that’s at the bottom of the bed and wrap it around me. I make my way to the French door and look outside; there’s a beautiful view of Rome. Wow.”Buongiorno, Bella,” Marco says from the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand. He’s wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and looks so sexy in the morning light.”A caffè?” he asks me.”Yes, please,” I say with a smile. He leaves the room and comes back Sex hikayeleri in less than a minute, with a second cup of coffee in his hand.I take a sip and make a face. “Is espresso,” he says. “Non ti piace? You don’t like?””No, it’s fine, thanks,” I answer with a smile. “I wasn’t expecting it!” I gulp down the espresso quickly and smile at him shyly.”I should get going, I don’t even remember making it to the bed!” I say.”No, we fall asleep on couch,” he exclaims. “I carry you to bed so you could be comfortable.”That was sweet of him. “Thanks,” I say blushing.Still in the blanket, I make my way to the kitchen/living area, wash the coffee cup and look for my clothes. They are scattered around the living room. I reach for my bag to grab my cellphone and notice the missed messages from Andrea.”Having fun babe!!?” “All good?” “I hope you’re okay. :(” “Please text back!!!” with the last one coming in just a few minutes ago. I text back right away to tell her I’m all good, I’m still with Marco and I will call her later.I put my phone back in my bag and start to collect my clothing. Sikiş hikayeleri Marco walks out of the bedroom and makes his way towards me.”Do you mind if I shower before I go?” I ask him.”Of course, but there’s no rush,” he says, and he approaches. He’s standing right next to me now, and gently moves my hair behind my ear.”You’re even more beautiful in the sunlight,” he says.I blush, and as I do so, he moves in to kiss me tenderly on the lips. His lips are soft but firm, and the gentle kiss becomes a deep, passionate, needing one. He pulls the blanket off of me and pulls away from our kiss. Looking at me up and down, a groan escapes his lips. He places each of his hands around a breast and cups them, squeezing them tightly and nibbling on my nipples. He then begins to suck on one while he fondles the other. I moan as he continues to suck on my nipple, getting a little rough with my breasts now.He guides me to the bedroom but before we reach the bed I tell him that I would rather shower first. “I feel a mess,” I say. And I feel like my teeth need brushing, but Erotik hikaye I don’t want to say that out loud. He smiles at me and tells me it’s no problem, and leads me to the washroom.”I will be here when you are ready,” he says.I close the door of the washroom and quickly make my way to the sink, rinsing my face, and then putting some toothpaste on my finger to quickly freshen up my mouth. Thankful for the mouthwash on his countertop, I rinse with that as well before getting into the shower. I start to lather up when I realize that I don’t see a towel that I can use when I’m done with my shower. Why didn’t I think of a towel?”Uhh, Marco?” I call out, “I don’t have a towel,” I say with a little giggle.He opens the door of the washroom and enters with two fluffy towels. He smiles at me and places them down on the counter.”Wow you look so sexy wet,” he says.Shyly, I ask if he wants to join me. He wastes no time getting out of what he’s wearing and gets in with me. His shower is such a great size for two people. Three of the four walls are glass, with one of them containing frosted window allowing sunlight from outside to come in. The last wall has an embedded bench and shelf unit, where an assortment of soaps, body washes, shampoos, and conditioners are stored. He is standing behind me, lathering his body with soap while I do the same.

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Mes doigts me faisaient frémir alors que toutes ces images défilaient dans ma tête….et mes doigts recommençaient à explorer chaque centimètre de ma peau…Mes seins…mes tétins…mon ventre….mon mont….Et puis, sous ma culotte que je relevais…mon mont….ma chatte …Je prenais mes poils blonds entre mes doigts…j’en faisais des rouleaux que je frisais…..mes ongles couraient sur la peau de mon mont….sous mes poils….( Je n’avais pas encore commencé à me raser complètement la chatte dans ce temps là….)

J’ai alors retiré mon soutif….et puis ma culotte…Il faisait bon…il faisait chaud…le lin me chatouillait ma peu…et je me suis endormie…J’étais là, allongée dans ce lit si confortable, complètement nue…et endormie.

J’aurais pu rester assoupie longtemps mais dieu en a voulu autrement, que je me dis en riant.

En effet j’entendis soudainement les cloches de l’église…Je me suis réveillée brusquement et j’ai cherché l’heure… Le soir tombait….les cloches sonnait 8 heures du soir!

J’avais fait une courte sieste…Dr Bernard avait quitté…Je me retrouve seule…je suis troublée et je me dépêche d’aller sortir mes affaires. Je dois monter mes 4 valises sur la mezzanine et je commence à les défaire en mettant tout sur le lit.

Hum…. j’ouvre les placards; ils sont tous vides sauf des cintres et je commence à suspendre robes, jupes, hauts et pantalons.

Je ris…. j’ai eu la main lourde sur la garde-robe! Et puis, je range mes dessous et mes t-shirts.

Chic alors que je réalise que je dispose de trois grands tiroirs que je remplis tranquillement, mais complètement.

Je visite cette mezzanine, nue, avec son escalier raide, située côté opposé à la porte d’entrée, Elle est vaste et le lit est bien situé. Comme je m’assois dessus, je constate que je pourrai regarder la TV du lit!!

Et de chaque côté sous le toit, les placards et deux fenêtres en chien assis.

Tiens le mur du fond est revêtu de tissu épais. J’y vais et j’y trouve un paravent du même tissu.

Tiens donc…derrière je trouve un grand miroir avec un encadrement métallique simple en fer forgé plat avec quelques motifs….je regarde de plus près…. Et ben…alors que j’y vois des satyres antiques!!! .

Je prends mon vanity case et je redescends, j’ai une grande envie de douche. Drôle d’appartement, de logement à première vue!

Allez Emmanuelle…c’est pas le temps de te mettre en retard! Tu as une douche à prendre et puis tu dois te mettre belle.

J’ai traversé rapidement le salon pour entrer dans la salle de bain. Je me suis tout aussi rapidement glissé sous la douche…..

J’adore la sensation de l’eau qui me coule sur la tête, dans les cheveux, sur le dos, sur mes seins, sur mon ventre…et (quelle bonne idée de Dr Bernard) sur ma chatte…sa douche était munie d’une douche-téléphone!!!! Un Dieu pour moi cet homme!

Il y avait une grosse éponge de mer et du savon moussant qui sentait si bon que je n’ai pas eu besoin de prendre le mien!…et je suis difficile pour mes produits de beauté! Il faut dire que ma mère a bien des défauts mais pas celui d’être pingre sur les produits de beauté (elle est fanatique de Carita et Guerlain!) Décidément, un homme raffiné en plus, si je me fie à ce logement et même à ce savon

Décidemment, un homme raffiné en plus, si je me fie à ce logement et même à ce savon.

J’étais bientôt couverte de mousse partout…..Je me suis lavée mes cheveux…et je me suis mise de la mousse partout…Avant de me savonner la chatte, j’y ai mis deux doigts, histoire de sentir si je sentais la femelle!

Et ben dis dont ma chère Emma….toutes ces activités de la journée t’ont fait mouiller. Tu pues le sexe, tu sens la femelle…Il y aurait un mâle dans le coin qu’il serait immanquablement attiré par ton odeur et qu’il forcerait ta porte pour te monter….Un mâle en rut défoncerait toute la maison pour cette chatte qui sent si fort!…et j’ai éclaté de rire, toute seule dans la douche, les doigts presque dans mon nez à prendre des grandes bouffées de l’odeur de ma chatte de femelle

Mais je n’avais pas beaucoup de temps à consacrer à ces histoires…Le temps passait…Il me fallait finir de prendre ma douche, me sécher les cheveux, les coiffer, m’habiller, me maquiller etc….

Je suis sorti de la douche après avoir rincé tout le savon que j’avais partout et après surtout avoir dirigé pendant quelques minutes de plus que ce n’était nécessaire, le jet de la douche sur mon clito et sur ma chatte et dans ma chatte et sur mon cul…..Mais le temps me pressait….

J’ai fermé les robinets.

Miraculeusement un séchoir à cheveux était suspendu juste à côté de ma table de maquillage. Il y avait aussi 3-4 brosses à cheveux d’excellentes qualités…..de ces brosses que je n’avais même pas les moyens de me payer…une brosse à cheveux Mason en poils de sanglier! Faut le faire!!!….

J’ai séché mes cheveux en les brossant…puis quelques touches de parfum dans mon cou, sur mes seins, sur mon mont, sur mes poignets.

Et hop dans la chambre pour Sex hikayeleri me trouver une jolie robe….Je voulais être très belle pour le Dr Bernard, mais sans trop avoir l’air osée….Il y avait aussi à ce diner mes nouveaux collègues. Peut-être seraient- ils guindés. Alors fais gaffe Emmanuelle…..Pour ce soir, tenue classique…ben…presque!

J’ai immédiatement repéré une robe noire avec un décolleté dans le dos qui me descendait presque aux fesses et qui me cachait le cou en avant. Elle me descendait à quelques pouces en haut des genoux et épousaient tellement bien mes formes. C’est celle-là que j’ai choisie du premier coup.

Avec une robe noire…..de la lingerie noire….un joli soutif en dentelle très pigeonnant…..une mini culotte…

Je commençai d’abord par mes vêtements de dessous en me regardant dans le miroir de la chambre.

Hmmm pas pire ma vielle alors que j’étais en culotte et soutif. Moi si j’étais un mec, je te jure Emmanuèle, tu me ferais bander!…..

Et Dieu que j’ai tellement rêvée souvent d’être un homme…D’avoir une queue devant moi…de la masturber à pleine mains…de sentir le plaisir d’avoir un gros phallus pointé vers le haut….de le planter dans un trou, dans un vagin ou dans un cul…de donner de grands coups de bassin en tenant les hanches de ma femelle….et puis de faire gicler enfin mon foutre….et je pensais à ça en mimant les mouvements dans le miroir…en donnant des coups de reins comme si j’étais un homme …..

Je trouve rapidement une paire de long bas nylon noirs que j’enfile. J’enfile aussi mon porte jarretelle. J’y attache mes longs bas…et je me regarde encore une fois…je me sens tellement femme, tellement femelle…….

Emmanuelle! Tu t’égares encore …il est passé 20 heures 30….

J’enfile en vitesse la robe noire…j’admire le décolleté dans mon dos… au niveau de mon soutif, il y a une pièce de tissu noir de quelques centimètres d’un côté à l’autre pour bien tenir ma robe et aussi pour cacher un peu le soutien…mes omoplates qui font saillies…et puis en avant, la courbe de mes seins, celle de mes hanches…..mes foutus tétins un peu en érection….Plus bas, mes longues jambes soyeuses. Je me les avais épilées la veille de mon départ…..si doux…

Et puis il me faut des souliers…noirs….J’en ai quelques paires (ben au moins une douzaine de chaussures noires)…Je choisis vite un soulier fin qui allait bien avec mes longues jambes, avec ma robe…et sur des talons assez élevées….

Et puis quelques coups de brosse pour terminer ma coiffure….et puis un peu de mascara…juste un peu, pas trop….puis mon rouge à lèvres rouge que j’aime tant…..

Je suis presque prête….Je me regarde encore dans le miroir

J’aime cette blonde élancée, mince, élégante, maquillée aux ongles rouge, aux lèvre pulpeuses et rouges…. (je m’étais fait faire une manucure aussi la veille de mon départ….mes ongles étaient frais peints!)

Et je sens bon…..et mon ventre a chaud…et je frémis un peu…..

La grille s’ouvre. J’entends son bruit. Il doit être bientôt l’heure et Dr Bernard est là en bas qui m’attend!

Je pose une veste courte en cuir noir (Agnès B) sur mes épaules et prenant mon sac, j’ouvre la porte avec cette grosse clé. Je ne sais trop où la mettre…..Je barre et je descends…..et juste à côté de la porte, je trouve au mur un porte clé…..Il y a une autre clé pour l’accès principal (C’est indiqué dessus) et enfin une autre pour la grille (encore indiquée dessus!!…Merci Dr Bernard, vous pensez à tout!)

Je place la grosse clé de ma chambre sur le porte clé et je me saisis des 2 autres plus petites clés que je mets dans mon sac…et j’ouvre la porte presque en même temps que le Dr Bernard.

Il est là….je suis toute souriante et j’espère lui plaire.

-« Emmanuelle tu es magnifique….vraiment très belle dans cette robe…et tu sens si bon qu’il me dit en humant mon parfum qui lui parvient à son nez…On y va…Nos amis, nos collègues doivent être déjà au resto ou bien ils ne tarderont pas…. »

Il me prend par le bras. Une lumière s’allume automatiquement alors que l’on marche. Il me guide vers sa voiture.

Il ouvre la porte et me prie d’entrer. Je me glisse sur le siège de cuir confortable…ma robe a juste le temps de remonter un peu. Je laisse au Dr Bernard le temps de voir le haut de mes bas et mon porte

jarretelle….le temps d’une fraction de seconde….Mais je vois dans son regard qu’il a vu…Et rapidement je rabaisse ma robe alors qu’il ferme la porte.

Il vient tout de suite s’asseoir à mes côtés et prend le volant.

La voiture est confortable. Elle sent bon le cuir. J’aime l’odeur du cuir….Cette odeur dégage de la sensualité, de la masculinité que j’ai toujours trouvé…Et puis le Dr est fort élégant dans un pantalon de soie noir avec un veston assorti et une chemise bleue. Il a laissé les boutons de son col détachés. Je perçois aussi son odeur…l’odeur de son parfum, de son eau de toilette.

-« Vous sentez très bon que je lui dis…Je Sikiş hikayeleri ne connais pas cette odeur? Je peux savoir ce que c’est Dr?»

-« Il n’y a pas de cachette. C’est Dyptique qui fait ça…une nouvelle flagrance que j’adore…Eau de lierre….On n’en trouve pas partout et ça fait bien mon affaire. J’aime sentir différemment des autres! » qu’il me répond en souriant et en regardant la route devant nous alors que le jour est tombé.

Quant à moi Dr Bernard ne fait pas que sentir bon et différemment des autres hommes….il est, en soi, un autre homme…Et quand j’y pense, de ma vie, il n’y a que le professeur Philippe et Dr Bernard qui m’ont fait une telle impression…que je pense silencieusement dans ma tête en souriant.

-« Ça te fait sourire Emmanuelle ce que je dis? »

Rougissant et n’osant lui confier ce que je pensais à l’instant je bredouille :

-« Ça doit être l’air de Cosne, et l’accueil reçu qui me font sourire Monsieur! »

On arrive bientôt au resto. Il a mis ses clignotants et gare sa voiture à coté de 3 autres grosses cylindrées.

-« Tiens, nos amis sont là….et j’ai aussi invité un de mes très cher ami à diner avec nous, si tu n’y vois pas d’inconvénient? Dr Alex, un ami de longue date de Philippe et de moi. Il pratique à Sancerre où il a un petit vignoble avec Philippe et moi. Pas grand-chose. Mais assez pour faire vivre l’établissement et pour nous donner quelques bonnes bouteilles de rouge et de blanc pour nous et les amis…Je te ferai gouter. Ménage à trois, qu’on a étiqueté nos vins! Qu’il ajoute en éclatant de rire. Et ça nous représente bien. On est 3…et on fait bon ménage…et on partage tout…ou presque! »

Drôle d’endroit que je me dis en apercevant la devanture de ce resto…

-« Ne te fies pas aux apparences Emmanuelle qu’il me dit comme s’il lisait dans mes pensées… Alex Philippe et moi on a passé de très très très belles soirées dans ce resto. Le patron cuisine bien…et la patronne???…. mettons qu’Anatole est cocu, et que Françoise, sa femme le tient bien en laisse et que….Et il esquisse un sourire en se plaçant un doigt sur la bouche en signe de silence…

-« Pas pour tout te dévoiler dès la première soirée Emmanuelle. On va se garder des surprises pour les jours de pluie!

“Chez Anatole” que je peux lire sur la devanture…. Bof, on verra bien…

Il vient ouvrir ma portière et encore une fois ma robe lui laisse entrevoir le haut de mes bas et mon porte jarretelle…je m’en aperçois dans son regard alors qu’il me tend la main pour m’aider è sortir.

Il referme la porte et me prend par le bras. J’aime qu’un homme me prenne par le bras…je me sens alors toute petite. Et Dr Bernard a des mains puissantes. Il est grand….bref je me sens femme, femelle même je dirais alors qu’il me guide vers la porte

Elle s’entrouvre toute seule et je vois apparaitre le 3ème larron du trio.

-« T’avais bien raison Bernard que dit le type…Je me présente, je suis Alex, le 3ème morceau, la troisième pièce du trio dont vous a sans doute parlé l’ami Bernard! »

Je lui tends la main et il me la prend pour la porter lui aussi à ses lèvres! Décidemment ça va de mieux en mieux que je me dis en sentant ses lèvres effleurer ma peau.

Dr Bernard a laissé mon bras alors que j’entre. Il me suit et celui que je présume être le Dr Alex ferme le pas….Il referme la porte.

Il fait noir dans ce resto et je m’accroche les pieds. -« Ouch que je crie! »

-« Surveillez la petite marche que j’entends me faire dire…..Nadia, tu ne ferais pas un peu plus de lumière pour l’invité de nos amis? »

Et un peu de lumière jaillit alors. Je peux alors voir une gros bonhomme, avec son tablier, un immense sourire et un nez qui a du humer plus d’un vin!

Il s’avance un peu vers moi.

« Anatole qu’il me dit…enchantée madame! »

-« Mademoiselle que je l’interromps! »

-« Enchanté alors mademoiselle de vous recevoir avec vos amis chez moi! Sentez-vous bien à l’aise et bonne soirée! » qu’il me dit en tournant les talons pour rejoindre ses fourneaux, sans doute.

J’arrive dans la salle à diner principale. La pièce n’est pas très grande. Les murs en sont en brique. On dirait une prison que je me dis en voyant des anneaux aux murs et des barreaux de fer aux fenêtres…

Déjà 2 autres hommes se sont levés et viennent à ma rencontre pour m’inviter à leur table. -« Dr Emmanuelle bienvenue chez nous, je suis le Dr Thierry. »

Assez bel homme…les cheveux plutôt clairs, des lunettes….un peu rond…confortablement rond….que je pense en lui tendant la main…Et lui aussi me la prend et me fait le baisemain. Décidément, c’est une habitude du coin que je me dis en souriant un peu.

-« Ne le laissez pas vous baisez votre main trop longtemps chère collègue Emmanuelle, il la mangerait me lance un autre. Moi c’est Dr Jean-Jacques et aussitôt, il me prend mon autre main pour me la baiser à son tour! »

Un peu plus petit, mince, un air sérieux mais le visage pourfendu par un sourire espiègle qu’il doit avoir 24hres Erotik hikaye sur 24hres que je me dis…

Quant au Dr Alex, il est tout à fait mignon…lunettes mauves ce qui me surprend un peu….jeans et pull de cachemire bleu pâle. Il doit faire à peu près le même âge que les 2 autres membres du trio.

Et tous les quatre me dirigent vers une table dans le coin le plus éloigné. Il y a deux autres tables d’occupées mais je constate que les gens en sont au café. Bientôt, il ne restera plus que nous!

Apparait alors à la table une grande femme, dans une robe de latex?? Ou de cuir…mais tellement serré avec ses seins qui sont à peine cachés….Sa robe est en deux parties…On peut lui voir son nombril dans lequel il y a un brillant. Quant au top, il est si échancré qu’on peut presque voir ses aréoles qui doivent être foncées aussi. Elle a une longue chevelure noire qui lui tombe sur les épaules. Elle porte aussi un rouge à lèvre noir et son vernis est de la même couleur.

-« Emmanuelle je te présente Françoise notre hôtesse, l’épouse d’Anatole, me dit Bernard avec un sourire en coin!!! »

-« Enchantée Emmanuelle que me dit Françoise. Sois la bienvenue chez nous alors qu’elle me tend la main…une main ferme…… »

Je suis un peu surprise de l’entendre me tutoyer comme si on était comme cul et chemise que je me dis. De fait c’est la seule personne ici ce soir qui me tutoie, à part Bernard, mais il m’a vouvoyée quand il m’a rencontrée

Et je ne peux que penser qu’elle en impose!

Bernard s’est assis à côté de moi et le Dr Alex de l’autre côté. Les Dr Thierry et Jean Jacques nous font face.

Bernard me glisse à l’oreille :

–« Tu sais Emmanuelle, Françoise est la femme d’Anatole mais elle est aussi la Maitresse de Philippe depuis des années! »

Il me dit ça comme si de rien n’était. Moi qui a toujours connu Philippe comme un homme on ne peut plus sérieux, certes un peu mal mariée et certes cette réputation qui courre de certains succès surprenants qu’ont eu de jeunes étudiantes dans ses examens alors qu’on les croyait toutes fichues…ben j’en ai presque le souffle coupé.

-« Nadia, Anne, venez servir ces messieurs! Que dit Françoise en claquant des mains! »

Et aussitôt deux femmes apparaissent. Elles sont elles aussi vêtues de noir, dans des tenues qui en laissent beaucoup voir. Elles ne font rien, ni dans leurs vêtements, soutifs et blouse courtes en maille tellement transparentes, pour se cacher. Et de façon surprenante, alors que je jette un regard furtif à tous mes collègues, aucun ne leur jette un coup d’œil. Je suis sûr que partout où je suis passée, l’apparition ainsi vêtues de 2 filles, auraient immédiatement provoqués une réaction chez tous les mâles…..Ils auraient immédiatement porté un regard à tout le moins impudique sur les filles, sur les micros jupes….sur ces tétons qu’elles ont et qu’elles semblent offrir…

Anne se place en retrait derrière Dr Jean Jacques et Nadia prend la même position en retrait du Dr Thierry

Et mes quatre compagnons de table ne voient pas et continuent de causer en lisant le menu….Bizarre….

Ils font comme si de rien n’était…et pourtant ils auraient de quoi se rincer l’œil et faire frémir leur queues…

Moi-même je ne peux détacher mes yeux de ces deux femmes, les couvrant de mon regard des pieds à la tête en m’attardant bien entendu sur ces gros tétons qu’elles ont et qui sont presque offerts!

Je jette alors, en réaction toute féminine, mon regard sur ma propre poitrine. …Rien de comparable que je constate…J’ai toujours aimé mes seins….Un bon B, ou un C….ça remplit bien la main d’un honnête homme comme dit le proverbe….Et mes tétins que j’aime bien…qui attirent toujours les regards et qui sont tellement réactifs autant aux pensées qu’au toucher!!! et qui se sont mis à bander au travers mon soutif…

Ma belle Emma, tes mamelles aiment bien, on dirait, celles de ces deux filles!…et je me souris intérieurement.

-« Tu as besoin d’explications sur le menu, me demande Françoise? » Encore ce tutoiement qui me mets mal à l’aise, que je me dis.

-« On le connait par cœur ou presque répond aussitôt Dr Alex…et moi je prends toujours ce que le patron a préparé ajoute-t-il en déposant son menu sur la table! »

-« Tout à fait Emmanuelle….Et si je peux te suggérer quelque chose, tu devrais faire comme nous ajoute Dr Bernard! »

-« Alors messieurs, je ferai comme vous! »

Je soulève alors les yeux vers Françoise qui me regarde d’un drôle d’air que je trouve…même un peu intimidant…

-« Oui svp Madame, je ferai comme mes collègues »…Que je réussis à lui dire d’une toute petite voix, tellement cette dame, qui serait en plus la maitresse du prof Philippe, m’en impose!

Et mon regard est immédiatement attiré par les deux filles qui ne disent rien, qui n’ont pas bougé d’un cil, immobiles toutes les deux derrière mes deux collègues.

Toutes deux avec des robes presque semblables. Les micros jupes et des soutifs noirs de cuir au travers des blouse en maille …Et des poitrines rondes! Refaites que je me dis? Sans doute! Impossible d’avoir de pareil tétons…si ronds, si gros…au moins du DD, si pas plus…et ça risque à tout moment de leur sortir de ces si petits soutifs… Et des soutifs de cuir en plus…

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Ce texte constitue la 2eme partie de ma précédente série “Un Amour Non Conventionnel”. Je vous conseille de lire les 9 1ers chapitres avant de continuer sur cette suite. Je vous souhaite une bonne lecture.

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Je voulais retrouver ma Beth d’avant. Pour cela il fallait qu’elle reprenne confiance en elle. Pour cela il fallait que je lui démontre que je voulais le traitement qu’elle m’avait infligé, que mon plaisir passait toujours par le sien. La seule différence c’est que je ne veux pas qu’un tiers profite de cette situation pour pervertir Beth. Il allait donc falloir être vigilant et procéder par étape.

Tout d’abord je voulais qu’elle s’autorise à me dominer à nouveau.

Un soir, alors qu’elle se déshabillait avant d’aller se coucher, je rentrais dans la chambre à petit pas. J’avais pris un air penaud.

– Beth? ma déesse?

– Oui Pierre

– Je dois t’avouer quelque chose

– Quoi?

– Je voulais te prévenir d’une conduite inappropriée de ma part ces derniers jours

– Inappropriée?

– Oui. Il est de mon devoir en tant que ton esclave de te le dire. Tu décideras ensuite de la suite à donner bien entendu.

– Parle

– Je me suis caché pour t’observer te déshabiller. Pendant ces moment-là j’ai touché mon pénis. Je sais bien sûr que mon pénis est TA propriété, et que j’ai commis une grave faute car je n’avais pas ton autorisation. Je te conjure de me pardonner et suis prêt à recevoir la punition que tu jugeras nécessaire.

Beth resta bouche bée. Je lui souris et lui adressais un clin d’œil. Beth me rendit alors mon sourire. Notre jeu de rôle allait pouvoir commencer.

– Je vois. Je te remercie pour ton honnêteté, mais cela ne te soustrairas pas à ta punition.

– Je comprends oh ma déesse.

– Sex hikayeleri Suis-moi et descendons au Donjon. A quatre pattes s’il te plait.

Je souriais. Je me mis à genou et suivi Beth en direction du sous-sol. Quand j’entrais, Beth était assise sur le beau fauteuil style régence que je lui avais offert l’année dernière. Elle me montra son pied gauche.

– Lèche-le pendant que je réfléchis à ta punition.

Je m’exécutais immédiatement, me ruant littéralement sur ses pieds divins. Ils m’avaient tant manqué ces derniers mois.

– Je sais Pierre, que la vision de mon corps nu t’excite beaucoup. Comment pourrais-je nier mon incroyable beauté? Mes seins sont magnifiques et ma vulve électrisante, n’est-ce pas Esclave?

– Oui ma déesse.

– Estime tu mériter cette vision incroyable? Crois-tu que ce corps sculpté par les Dieux t’appartient?

– Oh non déesse, je n’aurais pas cette présomption.

– Alors pourquoi as-tu oser me regarder?

– J’ai été faible.

– C’est pourquoi je dois te punir. Pour que tu deviennes fort.

– Je comprends.

– Lèche mon autre pied maintenant. Mais avant apporte moi ma cravache à côté de la cage.

Je me dirigeais toujours à quatre pattes et saisis avec ma bouche la cravache en question et lui apportais en regardant le sol. Beth la pris et me caressa les cheveux.

– Tu es un bon soumis. Tu sais que je t’aime mais je vais te punir quand même. Je vais te donner 15 coups. Tu compteras et me remercieras à chaque coup.

– Oui déesse.

– Reste dans cette position.

Beth se leva et commença à faire tomber les coups. Mes fesses passèrent rapidement au rouge.

– Voilà. C’est bien Pierre. Tu as été courageux. Je vais te mettre du baume apaisant. Je ne voudrais pas abimer définitivement ce joli petit cul qui m’appartiens.

– Merci Déesse.

Pendant que je Sikiş hikayeleri restais en position, Beth sortis chercher le baume. Elle revint deux minutes plus tard et me l’appliqua avec une grande tendresse. Quand elle eut fini, elle m’embrassa à pleine bouche.

– Merci Pierre. Je t’aime.

– Je t’aime aussi Beth.

Beth recula et me dit avec son grand sourire ravageur :

– Maintenant comment allons-nous régler cette histoire d’érection et t’empêcher de toucher ce qui m’appartiens?

– Je te promets de ne pas recommencer.

– Et je devrais te croire? j’ai une meilleure idée

– Laquelle?

– Je vais te remettre en cage. Je te libérerai uniquement quand je voudrais que tu te branles pour moi. Tu accepterais ça bien sûr pour moi?

– Bien entendu oh ma déesse.

– Alors c’est décidé. Dorénavant tu mettras ta cage de chasteté le soir et je déciderais quand et comment tu seras autorisé à toucher MON pénis. Je t’autorise à l’enlever le lendemain matin jusqu’au soir suivant.

– Merci oh ma déesse.

– Allez suis-moi dans notre chambre. Tu peux te lever et marcher.

Je suivis Beth qui avait déjà commencé à prendre les escaliers en direction de notre chambre. Beth s’assit sur le bout du lit et me regarda timidement.

– Ça va Pierre. Je ne t’ai pas blessé?

– Non pas du tout, lui répondis-je avec un grand sourire. J’avais envie de jouer un peu et retrouver notre mode de vie avant que Pascal détruise tout.

– Je suis impardonnable, commença-t-elle à dire, des larmes au bord de ses yeux.

– C’est du passé. Maintenant nous connaissons les limites à nos jeux de rôles. Mais cela ne veut pas dire que nous ne devons plus jouer. J’aime te voir jouir avec un autre, j’aime quand tu me domines, j’aime ton odeur quand tu es excitée.

– Oh Pierre comme je t’aime. Tu es vraiment sûr que c’est ce que Erotik hikaye tu veux?

– Absolument.

– Alors je ferai tout pour ne pas te décevoir et te rendre heureux. Fais-moi l’amour.

– Oh je croyais que tu allais me remettre en cage?

– Après. Pour le moment ta déesse souhaite sentir ton pénis en elle.

Il ne m’en fallait pas plus. Je me dirigeais vers elle, la pris dans mes bras et l’embrassais. Beth s’allongea sur le lit et je commençais à lécher tout son corps. Puis je descendis vers son clitoris et la léchais comme un mort de faim. L’orgasme qui suivit fut dévastateur pour Beth. Quand elle reprit ses esprits, elle prit mon pénis dans sa bouche et commença à me sucer lentement en me regardant droit dans les yeux. Je ne la laissais pas faire sinon je savais que je ne tiendrais pas longtemps. Je l’écartais et me positionnais à l’entrée de son vagin. Je la pénétrais d’abord par des mouvements lents puis petit à petit j’accélérais le rythme. Beth faisait de plus en plus de bruits puis soudain elle eut un second et violent orgasme. Je ralentis en attendant qu’elle revienne vers moi.

– Ou souhaites-tu que j’éjacule?

– Sur mes seins et mon ventre

A peine qu’elle terminait sa phrase que je me vidais complètement sur ses seins. Je m’écroulais sur elle. Beth m’embrassait à pleine bouche. Je sentais tout son amour pour moi. Elle me sourit et me dit :

– Maintenant si on veut reprendre nos petits jeux, tu sais ce qui te reste à faire?

– Oui ma déesse.

Sans hésitations, je léchais ma semence sur ses seins, sur son ventre. Pas une goutte ne devait être gaspillée. Nous restâmes ainsi quelque temps, puis Beth ouvrit le tiroir de sa table de chevet et sorti ma cage de chasteté. Elle me l’enfila et ferma le nouveau cadenas à clef. Elle rangea la clef dans son tiroir. Nous nous endormîmes très rapidement, Beth m’enveloppant de ses bras, et une main tenant mon pénis en cage.

Nous avions retrouvé notre complicité, et Beth reprenait confiance en elle. J’étais aux anges. Maintenant, il fallait qu’elle accepte de reprendre des amants, avec ma bienveillance et ma surveillance.

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Futa MILFs and Their Hot Daughters

Chapter Two: Hot Daughter’s Futa-Mommy

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Autumn Holt

I swallowed as I held the syringe full of the pink liquid in my hand. The cum in my pussy slowly leaked out of me, matting my red bush. It wasn’t a man’s cum. That was a woman’s cum dripping out of me. It trickled out of me, this thick flood. It felt so naughty.

The woman who fucked me, the futa as she called herself, was at my eighteen-year-old daughter’s door about to seduce her and fuck her. Given how easily that wonderful, lavender scent Kayleen had wreathing her had relaxed me and lowered my inhibitions, it wouldn’t be hard.

I should stop her, but…

If I injected this liquid into me, I would have a clit that turned into a dick. It seemed impossible, but I had sucked on her girl-cock and fingered her pussy. She had both. Both! A true hermaphrodite. My heart pounded. I didn’t know what to do.

Part of me really, really wanted to inject this, but what would it mean if I had a dick? I was a widowed mother of two college girls. I couldn’t let myself succumb to this lust. Right? I had to stop that woman from seducing my daughter.

Kayleen was so eager for it. So ready to enjoy her barely legal flesh. She wanted to fuck my daughter after being in my pussy. It was a kink for her. She mentioned deflowering her own daughter with a strap-on.

This was so messed up.

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Anabella Holt

I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. That must be Mom. She was done watching whatever loud, strange movie. It had sounded like two women killing each other. Or fucking, and that was so not my mom. She was anti-porn. My older sister, Christine, got caught with some and mom went ballistic.

I’d never seen her so mad in my life.

I stared at the math equation when a knock came from my door.

“It’s open, Mom,” I called, staring at the page. The door opened and I complained, “I just can’t get this dumb, stupid equation. Who invited algebra?”

“Muhammad ibn Musa al-Khwarizimi,” a throaty woman said while this lovely scent of lavender, the same one I caught downstairs, filled my nose. “He is the 9th-century Muslim mathematician credited as the father of algebra. It comes from his book. Kitab al-Jabr. Though, of course, there are older examples of it.”

I frowned. “Who are yo…?” My question died on my lips as I stared at the naked woman standing in my room. She was tall and with big boobs that had a flushed quality to them. Little hickeys dotted the insides of their slopes. “Oh, my gosh, where are your clothes?”

“In the hallway and downstairs,” she said with a throaty purr. She stepped forward and I gasped as I saw what the brunette woman had thrusting out from between her thighs.

A cock.

A big, thick, wet dick.

My jaw dropped. I tried to push my chair back, but it hit my desk. She stopped before me, her dick thrusting out at me. My heart raced. I had never seen a cock in real life before. It was so big. And where were her balls? And she had a pussy. That couldn’t be right. This was insane. I should be screaming but… but…

That lavender scent was so relaxing.

I breathed it in, ignoring the other scents, that spicy and tangy musk, and focused on the lavender. My heart pounded faster. This hot itch swelled in my pussy. I wanted to just fall into a daze. A smile spread on my lips.

“Mmm, you smell good, naked lady,” I groaned. “Naked dick-lady. Why do you have a dick? Ladies don’t have a dick.”

“Futanari do,” she purred. “I’m Ms. Harland. I just moved in up the street.”

I nodded, my eyes locked on her cock. It was so wet like she’d thrust it in water, only that didn’t quite look like water. A thicker liquid. Almost like baby oil or something. I bit my lip, her tip twitching and throbbing.

“You like my girl-cock?” she asked.

I nodded again.

“Mmm, I could tell. You keep staring at it with those naughty eyes of yours.” A smile spread on her lips. “Want to touch it?”

I nodded for a third time, unable to speak now. It was so hypnotic. I breathed in that wonderful, lavender scent.

“Want to suck on it?” she cooed again. “Want to give me a blowjob. Just slide those lips over my dick and nurse on it like you did on your mother’s nipple as a babe.”

“Yes,” I croaked. I did want to suck on her cock. It was so… sexy. Like the best part of a boy on a hot lady. A MILF. She was a MILF. She had a daughter. I knew that much. She had a daughter and a cock and a pussy.

A futanari… MILF…

My head leaned forward. My black hair, gathered in pigtails, slipped off my shoulders and dangled before me. My mouth came closer and closer to her cock. She grabbed my pigtails, holding on to them but not pulling on them. Just… playing with them.

“Mmm, you are a sexy thing,” purred Ms. Harland. “I like sexy things like you. Mmm, naughty girls who make me so wet. Who makes my cunt clench. I’m going to do such naughty things to you. Oh, yes, I am.”

I kissed her cock on the tip. I shuddered as I tasted this spicy flavor. It was almost like my own pussy. I had tasted my fingers after I had rubbed myself. It was like this. Then there was this salty flavor, but it was fainter.

That spicy flavor grew as I slid my lips over her cock. The liquid coating her shaft was the source of it, I realized. That was where it came from. I still didn’t know what it was, but I sucked hard on her. I nursed on her with hunger.

She groaned, her head throwing back. Her breasts rose and fell, those heavy tits swaying together. Then she smiled down at me as I nursed on her. I sucked, enjoying the feel of her girl-cock in my mouth. She moaned as I suckled like a hungry babe.

“That tastes good, right?” she asked as I nursed on her futa-dick.

I nodded.

“That’s your mother’s pussy juices,” she purred. “When you came home, your mother was giving me a blowjob. You didn’t even notice, you naughty girl.”

My eyes widened. I should be grossed out or something about learning what I tasted, and yet I kept suckling. I couldn’t help myself. My mother’s pussy had this wonderful flavor to it. And Ms. Harland’s dick felt so good in my mouth.

My pussy clenched as I sucked again. This was like incest or something. But I didn’t care. I felt too relaxed. Too horny. The lavender filled my nose. That heady aroma. I sucked and nursed. I slid my mouth farther down her cock to taste more of my mother’s pussy.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” purred Ms. Harland. “You like tasting your mother on my cock.”

I did. I really, really did.

“You’re just a slut like her,” she said. “Just a naughty whore for my big dick, aren’t you?”

I shrugged, not sure what I was. I just knew that I loved this. My body felt so hot beneath my clothes as I nursed on her. She gripped my pigtails as I sucked on her cock. Her crown rubbed into the roof of my mouth, feeling so soft. My tongue stroked around her.

The flavor of my mom’s pussy faded, but that was okay because the salty flavor swelled. It was this exciting delight. I nursed on it and groaned, loving how it grew stronger and stronger. I wanted to keep tasting it.

What would her cum be like?

Christine was a swallower. She said other girls were prudes who spat it out, but she loved it.

Would I love Ms. Harland’s?

I had to find out.

So I sucked and sucked. I moaned as I nursed on her. Drool ran down my chin as I loved her cock. She gripped my pigtails tight, her large tits swaying above me. They were big and soft. Big mommy boobs that I just wanted to nurse on. I could suckle on them and love them and have so much fun with them.

But I also had to play with her cock. I had to suck her off. I had to gulp down all her girl-cum. I nursed on the MILF’s dick with such hunger. My cheeks hollowed as I made all these naughty sounds that echoed through my room.

“Oh, god, yes!” Ms. Harland moaned.

Then she thrust her hips forward. I gasped as she rammed her clit-dick to the back of my throat. She hit my esophagus and pulled back. I groaned at the wicked feel of her doing that to me. It was such a wicked and naughty delight.

She fucked my mouth and she pumped her hips away at me. I couldn’t believe how naughty this was. More drool ran over my chin as her boobs heaved over my head. She groaned, her face twisting with delight.

She liked fucking my mouth.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s it, you naughty slut! Mmm, you’re going to make me cum so hard. And you’re going to swallow all my jizz, right?”

I squealed a yes around her cock. Of course, I would. Christine swallowed. Lame girls didn’t. I wanted to be cool like my big sis.

I sucked and sucked, wanting to have all that yummy cum fire into my mouth. I nursed on her cock with such hunger. She thrust that big dick to the back of my mouth again and again. I made as much suction as I could when she pulled back.

“Oh, Anabella, yes!” she gasped. “Ooh, you’re just the perfect delight for a futa-MILF to enjoy!”

I was so happy to hear that. I moaned around her cock. The taste of her salty precum swelled and swelled in my mouth. My tongue danced around the crown of her clit-dick. I stared at her brown bush, her curls dripping with her passion.

The tangy of her pussy swelled in my nose. A heady aroma that rose over the lavender delight. I groaned around her cock. Drool dripped down my chin as I sucked with all my might. She gasped and rammed her cock into my mouth.

Erupted.

Hot cum fired into my mouth. My eyes widened at my first time tasting the salty delight. I groaned, gulping it down. I swallowed that thick and creamy jizz. A lady’s jizz. This was so incredible to enjoy.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she gasped. “You little whore! Drink it!”

I did.

Her big boobs heaved over me as she fired more and more of that girl-cum into my mouth. There was so much it ran out of the corners of my mouth. I swallowed it all while her aroma swelled in my nose. That hot aroma of MILF pussy.

It was such a delight to enjoy. I savored every moment of gulping down that wonderful Porno hikayeleri spunk. It was incredible. I nursed it all out. I swallowed down every last drop of it. It was amazing. My virgin pussy clenched.

“Well, well, well,” she purred as she pulled her cock out of my mouth. “Let me have a look at you. I want to see you naked.”

“Yes, Ms. Harland,” I groaned, drool and cum running down my chin. This was so amazing. Christine would be so jealous that I sucked a lady-dick and swallowed all that cum.

Just like a cool girl would.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Autumn Holt

I listened to Kayleen crying out in orgasmic bliss. The muffled sounds bled through the floor. She was molesting my eighteen-year-old daughter and what was I doing? I was sitting here on my couch debating injecting myself with this pink liquid.

Indiscretion had me frozen. The heady scent of lavender lingered in the air, but it wasn’t as strong—wasn’t as relaxing!—as it had been before. All I could think about was her doing things with my daughter.

With her girl-cock.

I glanced down at my fiery bush. My clit, hidden by my curls, throbbed. Ached. All I had to do was inject myself, and I could join the fun. Molest my daughter, too. Anabella’s cute, petite body filled my mind. Her slender figure. Her modest breasts. She bounced between childish joy and womanly desires, hovering on that line. Christine, her older sister, was far over it.

After today, Anabella would be, too.

If I just sat here and did nothing, that was wrong. So I should just inject myself and join the fun. The bedsprings creaked. I swallowed. The action must be getting more and more serious. My hand shook.

“I’m such a bad mother,” I whispered.

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Anabella Holt

Clothes flew off of me.

I didn’t hold back. I tore them off. The top fluttered to the ground and my bra followed. I freed my little titties to Ms. Harland’s hungry gaze. She licked her lips, her hand stroking her futa-dick wet with my saliva.

I squirmed and then ripped off my skirt. I stepped out of it so fast, and then I was down to my panties. She whimpered, stroking her girl-cock faster. She wanted to see my pussy. she craved it. She was such a naughty, naughty MILF.

I shoved down my panties and exposed my sparse, black bush. My virgin twat quivered as I rolled the panties down my thighs. They slid over my knees and dropped to the floor. I stepped out of them, my ankle socks rubbing against them.

Should I take those off?

Before I could decide, the MILF growled and pushed me back. My legs hit the bed. I gasped as I sank down with a squeak. The mattress groaned. I quivered here, my toes curling. My heart beat so fast. This heady rush washed through me. This was all happening so fast. I couldn’t believe it. I bit my lip, whimpering.

She parted my thighs.

“That succulent pussy,” she groaned. She inhaled, this spicy musk filling the air. My pussy’s scent was so similar to Mom’s. “Are you a virgin?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Is that bad.”

“No!” she groaned and then buried her face into my pussy.

I gasped, my mattress springs creaking as I shuddered. Her lips kissed at my pussy. She didn’t hesitate to nuzzle into my virgin twat. She licked at me. Lapped at me. Her tongue swept through my pussy folds. This wonderful ache surged through my body. I groaned, my cunt clenching. The heat rushed through my body.

“Oh, Ms. Harland,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, Ms. Harland!”

She fluttered her tongue up and down my pussy slit. I gasped at every spot she touched. I squirmed on my bed, whimpering. It was incredible. Better than rubbing at myself. She parted my folds and ran over my hymen.

“You even have a cherry,” she groaned.

She wrapped her arms around my thighs and pulled my pussy even tighter against her lips. She flicked her tongue up and down my pussy lips. I groaned, my toes curling. This wonderful delight rushed through me.

Her tongue licked and lapped at me everywhere. The pleasure rippled through my body. I squeaked out my delight. My hands grabbed my little titties. I kneaded my breasts. They felt so good. But not as good as my pussy.

She slid her tongue up to my clit. She swirled around that little bud I had. It wasn’t a big dick like hers. How did she get it? I wanted to ask, but her tonguing felt so good I just moaned out my pleasure. My back arched into the sheets. I stared up at the ceiling.

It spun.

“Oh, my, yes!” I moaned, my toes curling. “Ms. Harland, you’re eating my pussy!”

“Such a sweet cunt,” she moaned. “Like eating my own daughter’s.”

Her own daughter. “That’s so naughty!”

“Mmm, it is.”

She slid her tongue up my slit again and caressed over my clit. My bud burst with more pleasure. I squirmed towards my orgasm. I would have a nice one. A big burst of pleasure. I groaned, trembling towards it. My toes curled. I whimpered, my heart pounding in my chest.

Blood rushed hot through my veins. The pleasure built and built with her every lick and lap. I would cum so hard. I wanted to. I licked my lips, the taste of her salty cum swelling again through my mouth.

Such a yummy delight.

Her tongue caressed my clit again and again. She ran over my bud. She devoured me with such intensity. I humped my pussy against her as I gasped and moaned. My finger kneading my tits found my small nipples.

I gripped them.

Twisted them.

“Ms. Harland!” I gasped. “I’m going to cum.”

“Good,” she purred. Her tongue fluttered up and over my clit. “Do it. Shower me in your virgin cream.”

“Yes, Ms. Harland!”

Her lips sucked on my clit. I didn’t know you could do that. But it felt incredible. I whimpered and groaned, my body trembling as she nursed on me with this wicked and wanton hunger. She hurtled me towards my orgasm as she nursed on it.

My cunt clenched deep inside of me. Her fingers kneaded my rump as she kept suckling. I trembled. My eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle in my body tensed, eager for that burst of rapturous delight my orgasm would deliver.

She suckled hard.

“Ms. Harland!”

I came.

My pussy convulsed. My cunt gushed juices as the most intense delight in my life rushed through me. Waves of ecstasy washed out of my cunt. I gasped, stars bursting across my vision. I trembled against her, humping my pussy against her hungry mouth.

“Yes!” I squealed as the pleasure rushed through my body.

I bucked and squirmed from the orgasmic delight that Ms. Harland gave me. This amazing heat shot through me. My toes curled as she drank down the cream. It was so much better than masturbating. Ms. Harland was amazing.

“Mmm, I think you’re ready,” she purred, lifting her face from my cumming pussy.

Through the stars dancing across my vision, I saw her lips and chin dripping in my cream. She looked so sexy there. I smiled in delight, my body squirming on the bed. The sheets clung to my back. I bit my lower lip, my eyes traveling down her body, past those big boobies, to her throbbing cock.

It thrust out so beautifully from the folds of her pussy. She looked so sexy. I groaned, my mouth watering so much for the shaft. I would have such a wild time cumming on her girl-dick. I just knew it would be amazing.

“Take me!” I moaned.

My bedroom door opened. “No!”

Mom stood in the doorway and she sounded so mad. I squeaked and sat up. I scrambled to grab something to cover myself. My breasts jiggled. This wicked whimper burst from my lips. I opened my mouth to explain.

“You do not get to pop my daughter’s cherry.” Mom strode forward and she was naked, too.

And then my jaw really dropped.

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Autumn Holt

“No side effects?” Kayleen asked calmly. The futa stared at me, her clit-dick thrusting before her. My daughter relaxed on the bed, her eyes locked on my new futa-cock. “You didn’t have convulsions or anything?”

“No,” I said. “I mean, it stung a little as it grew, but…” My eyes widened. “That’s why the ambulance was out of your house this morning.”

“I knew it only had to be purified more,” she said. “Mmm, well, I was looking forward to popping your little girl’s cherry but, I suppose, a mother does have the right to deflower her daughter.”

“You’re going to deflower me, Mom?” Anabella asked. She licked her lips. “That’s so cool. You got a futa-dick, too. That’s awesome. I sucked on Ms. Harland and drank all her cum and then she licked my pussy and now I need to be fucked!” The word spilled out of her motormouth as she squirmed on the bed.

I swallowed, staring at my daughter’s naked, nubile form. She had small breasts that quivered and pigtails that spilled around her face. She bit her lip, staring up at me with this look of lust and delight. She squirmed on the bed, her legs spread so wide.

She had a black bush around her pussy. Her lips were parted to show off her hymen covering the entrance to her pussy. She was so cute. So adorable. I shouldn’t want this, should have been a better mother than this, but that lavender sent was too much for me. I couldn’t help myself.

“Come fuck me, Mom!” she moaned. “Just slide into me and ram that cock into my pussy. I need it. I need it so bad, Mom!”

I groaned as I moved to the bed like she had a gravity that pulled me in. Her nubile, young body was irresistible. I swallowed, my new girl-cock throbbing. It had this powerful ache at the tip I couldn’t ignore. It pulsed with my heartbeat. My cunt clenched, so juicy with Kayleen’s cum.

SMACK!

My ass stung from Kayleen’s spank as I passed her. “Enjoy that naughty girl.”

I nodded.

“Yes, yes, enjoy me, Mom!” Anabella moaned, her blue eyes sparkling.

She was my own flesh and blood. This was insane. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be moving to her bed. I groaned as I fell onto my knees between her thighs. Her hands shot out and grabbed my cock. She gripped me with her hands, my dick throbbing. Aching.

“Oh, yes,” she purred. “Such a big Mommy-dick to fuck me.”

This was wrong, but…

That lavender scent filled my nose. It came from my own body Erotik hikaye now. I loved it. Reveled in it. My daughter’s hand on my Mommy-dick pulled me closer and closer to that young twat. My big breasts swayed as I leaned over her.

She stared up at me, beaming in delight. She pressed me into her hot flesh. I gasped at the feel of her. she slid my flesh up and down her slit. My cunt clenched. The heat rushed through me. I groaned, my toes curling.

“That’s it, Mom!” she purred. “Ram that futa-cock right there.” She pushed the tip of my cock against her hymen. I felt the membrane on me. “Just ram it forward.”

“Yes,” I groaned and thrust.

I felt her hymen stretching and stretching. I leaned over her further. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down. I kissed her on the lips. It was so sweet, so wrong, to kiss her.. Kayleen watched from behind as I prepared to take my daughter’s virginity.

Anabella’s eighteen-year-old cherry popped.

I groaned as my cock buried into her forbidden depths. An incestuous wave of delight swept over me. I was in my daughter. I sank deeper and deeper into her. I slid to the hilt in her. I groaned as her cunt squeezed about my cock.

She felt amazing wrapped around my dick. I shuddered, loving the way she clenched down on me. It was amazing. I groaned, her cunt gripping my futa-cock. My breasts pressed into her little mounds. I slid my arms beneath her, holding to me.

“That’s so beautiful,” Kayleen purred behind me. “A mother loving her daughter.”

It was.

My tongue danced with Anabella’s while her pussy squeezed around my clit-dick. Her twat felt heavenly. The wet heat of her soaked about my shaft and melted up to my cunt. I groaned and then I drew back.

I slid out of her snatch. Her flesh clung to me. She gripped me. This wonderful heat rushed down my shaft. I groaned at the feel of her twat wrapped around me. My cunt drank in the bliss. It fed these points in me.

That must be where my cum was stored.

I thrust into my daughter. I buried to the hilt in her. She groaned into our kiss. I moaned. Our tongues danced together. It was so incredible to enjoy her like this. Her fingernails clawed at my back. I pumped away at her. I thrust my cock into her cunt again and again. I buried into her over and over again. She was amazing.

A wonderful treat.

Our tongues danced together. I pumped my cock in and out of her twat. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. It was amazing. Fantastic. This heat rushed through my body. I shuddered, slamming into her pussy with hard strokes.

She clenched about me. She held me tight. It was wonderful. I thrust into her twat with powerful strokes. I buried into her again and again. I humped away at her. This heady thrill ran through me as I kissed her with hunger.

“That’s so beautiful,” Kayleen purred. She was right behind us. “Mmm, you’re fucking your daughter hard.”

Anabella broke our kiss. “She is, Ms. Harland!” Her pussy clenched about my thrusting clit-dick. “Her big boobies are rubbing into my little titties and she’s fucking her cock into me. She burying that wonderful dick into my cunt over and over again.”

“Yes, I am!” I groaned, fucking her hard. I buried to the hilt in her. I loved every second of it.

“Good,” Kayleen purred, and then she climbed on the bed behind us.

As I drew back my hips, her cock pressed into my butt-crack. I gasped and thrust forward into my daughter’s cunt. Her cock followed me. This time, when I pressed back, my asshole pushed on the tip of her futa-cock.

“Oh, no,” I groaned.

“Oh, yes,” she purred and thrust.

My anal ring surrendered to her cock. I had never had anything enter me back there, and yet her dick felt so slick she popped right in. I gasped as she stretched out my bowels. She penetrated into my velvety depths.

“Oh, my god,” I whimpered, clenching down around her.

“What, Mom?” asked Anabella. She grinned up at me. “Is Ms. Harland in your cunt?”

“My asshole!” I gasped.

“Oh, wow. That’s so naughty. Ooh, Ms. Harland, you’re fucking my mommy’s asshole. Pound her while she pounds me.”

“I will,” Kayleen purred. She bottomed out in my bowels, her brown bush rubbing into my butt-cheeks. “How does that sound, Autumn?”

“Wonderful,” I groaned, realizing I liked the feel of her girl-cock in my bowels. She stretched me out.

I groaned as she drew back. The velvety friction melted out of my bowels to my cunt. My pussy drank it in. I groaned, clenching my asshole around her cock, and followed her. I slid my clit-dick out of my daughter’s pussy, savoring that silky delight at the same time.

I shuddered, eyes widening as I realized the dual delights I would get to experience.

Kayleen thrust back into my asshole, driving me into my daughter’s pussy. That hot, tight, juicy snatch squeezed about me. The incestuous thrill of being in her twat mixed with the hot heat of having my asshole penetrated by my fellow MILF’s cock was intoxicating.

My bowels gripped about her dick. I held her tight as she pumped away at me. She drove into me hard. Fast. She buried that big dick into my bowels with such mighty strokes. It was incredible to feel. I whimpered, the heat rushing through me. I wiggled my hips, stirring my cunt around that wonderful cock buried into my bowels.

“Mom, Mom!” my daughter moaned. She lay beneath me, staring up at me with such lust in her eyes. “Oh, that’s it, Mom! That’s it. Just keep ramming that girl-cock into me.”

“You like that?” I asked, leaning down further. I pressed my boobs into her little titties.

“Don’t you like my pussy, Mom?” she asked then grinned at me. “Mmm, Christine’s going to be so jealous. I did something first.”

I smiled, thinking about my eldest daughter and the surprise she would get when she came home. “Yes, you did.”

I kissed my daughter on the lips. She hugged me tight, her pussy gripping my futa-cock. Her fingernails clawed at my back. Kayleen moaned as she slammed her girl-cock to the hilt in my bowels. She drove hard into me. Fast. She buried that amazing dick into my flesh. It felt incredible. I groaned, squeezing my bowels around that naughty shaft.

She slammed to the hilt in me with hard strokes. Her clit-dick stirred me up, melting heat to my pussy. It met the delight that came from my daughter’s cunt. Her wonderful snatch felt so wonderful about me. She squeezed me. Clenched so tight about me. She was amazing. I groaned, pumping away at her with all my might.

I slammed into my daughter’s cunt as our lips worked together. I buried hard into her. Fast. She trembled beneath me. Her pussy massaged about my futa-dick. The silky pleasure met the bliss caused by Kayleen’s cock plunging into my asshole.

I gripped that big dick as I pumped away at my daughter’s pussy. I loved the feel of her squeezing her hot flesh about my futa-dick. I groaned, breaking the kiss. My face scrunched up as the pleasure built and built in me. It was this amazing experience to fuck and be fucked that would heave me exploding with such delight.

“Oh, my god, Mom!” moaned my daughter. “Yes, yes, ram that girl-cock into me, Mom! I love it!”

“I love you,” I purred, rubbing my nose into hers.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mom!” she gasped, her cunt clenching down around my cock.

“You two are so sexy!” Kayleen groaned, her futa-cock burying to the hilt in my asshole. She slammed deep into me. Her crotch smacked my rump. I loved every moment of this wicked menage.

My orgasm swelled faster and faster. All these wonderful delights rushed through my body. I groaned, savoring being fucked and driving my girl-dick into my daughter’s cunt. She gripped me with that silky pussy of hers. She held me tight. I loved the feel of her squeezing about my clit-dick as I buried into her.

She whimpered beneath me. She gripped me with her delicious twat. Her small tits rubbed into mine as I slammed into her cunt. I loved the depravity of this moment. Her face was twisted. I buried into her pussy and she gasped.

Her twat spasmed.

“Mommy!”

“You’re cumming?” I whimpered, realizing that’s why her pussy felt so good around me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed. “I’m cumming, Mommy!”

“Oh, god, that’s hot!” Kayleen moaned, slamming her cock to the hilt in my bowels.

That drove me all the way into my eighteen-year-old daughter’s spasming twat. Her hot flesh rippled around me. My pussy drank in these naughty sensations. The pressure deep in my cunt hit a breaking point.

I erupted.

“Anabella!” I gasped out as I basted my daughter’s forbidden twat with my mommy-seed.

My bowels writhed around Kayleen’s cock as she drew back. Rapture flooded out of my spasming cunt while ecstasy fired out of my naughty futa-dick. I pumped spurt after spurt of my futa-jizz into my daughter’s pussy.

“Oh, yes, Autumn!” Kayleen moaned and joined us.

Her cock erupted as she buried to the hilt in my spasming asshole. My bowels writhed around her hot flesh as she unloaded spurt after spurt of her cum into me. She fired all that spunk into my flesh. It was amazing. This was such a wonderful delight to experience.

Stars burst across my vision. I moaned, my futa-cock throbbing. I unloaded so much spunk into her depths. It fired out of me. It was an amazing treat. Stars burst across my vision. The heat melted my mind. It blazed across my thoughts.

I loved it.

I trembled on my daughter, her pussy milking me dry while my asshole did the same to that naughty cock in my bowels. It was such a delightful treat to enjoy. I hit the peak of my pleasure and fired the last of my cum into my daughter.

“Oh, my god, yes,” I groaned, trembling on her. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s amazing. That’s just a wonderful delight to be in you, Anabella.”

My daughter smiled up at me. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Because I fuc… fudging loved it!”

“You can swear, honey,” I said, my bowels clenching down on Kayleen’s cock. She had run dry, too. “I just made love to you. I took your cherry. God, I might have knocked you up.”

“Wouldn’t that be hot, Mom?” my daughter asked, her eyes so bright.

“Mmm, it would be,” purred Sikiş hikayeleri Kayleen as she slid out of me.

“Ooh, Mom, this was hot, but I bet Ms. Harland wants to try my cunt.” She squirmed beneath me. “And you… Do you want to try my butt? You seemed to like Ms. Harland fucking yours.”

“You are such an impish, little girl,” I said and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. Her pussy squeezed down around my girl-dick. “You want us in you at the same time? That’s wild.”

“I know, “she grinned. “So?”

“How can I say no to you, you naughty, little girl.”

She beamed at me.

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Anabella Holt

My pussy brimmed with so much yummy cum. I squirmed around on the bed to get comfortable, eager to get fucked by my Mom and Ms. Harland. This was so naughty. I bit my lip, the jizz dripping out of me.

“Um, how do we do this?” I asked, staring up at the two women. They were both so busty and had their huge girl-cocks thrusting out before them.

“I… I don’t know,” my mom said. She furrowed her brow, her red hair swaying about her face. “I’ve never had a threesome before.”

“Lay on your side, cutie,” said Ms. Harland. “That’s probably best for this situation, though we have a few other options. This one’s intimate. We’ll be all pressed tight. You’ll be sandwiched between our breasts… How does that sound?”

“Fucking great!” I said, enjoying swearing in front of Mom.

She arched an eyebrow at me but she didn’t say anything. Which made it a-OK.

“Come fuck me with your big mommy-cocks!” I continued. “I want a mommy-dick in my pussy and in my ass.”

“This mommy-cock?” asked Mom, shaking her wet dick at me.

“Big time!”

She smiled as she lay down on her side behind me. She scooted up to me. I gasped as her breasts pressed into my back while her cock nuzzled in between my asscheeks. Her wet dick slid up and down my crack. I shuddered as she pressed down to my butthole.

I groaned as she pushed against me. My pussy clenched, her cum leaking out of me. As she drilled into my asshole, Ms. Harland stretched out before me. Her large breasts pillowed together. They were so big. I grabbed them as he scooted forward, whimpering.

Mom’s cock popped into my bowels. Ms. Harland’s hand guided her cock to my bush. I shuddered. I wasn’t a virgin any longer. She pressed into my pussy. She was so ready to fuck into me. I would have such a hard orgasm on their girl-cocks.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as Mom’s cock bottomed out in my butt. Her bush rubbed on my rump. “Now you, Ms. Harland. I want you in me!”

I felt so stuffed full already. And then Ms. Harland’s girl-cock pressed into my pussy. My eyes widened at the silky glide of her, a different sort of delight than the velvety friction in my butt. I trembled between the two women, my mom and the sexy MILF.

Ms. Harland groaned as she bottomed out in me. She filled me to the hilt. They both did. I was stuffed full of cock. It was the best feeling in the world. It was just amazing. I loved every second of this fantastic rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Ooh, you’re both so big and thick. I love every second of this. You’re going to make me cum so hard!”

“Yes, we are,” Ms. Harland purred. “Ooh, your pussy is so wonderful. I’ve been wanting to get into a girl’s hot, tight twat.”

“Mmm, and your asshole is so tight and snug around my futa-dick,” Mom moaned. I grinned, loving her girl-cock buried in me.

They both drew back. I gasped at the feel of them sliding out of me. My holes drank in this wicked heat. I trembled, Mom’s hard nipples rubbing into my back while Ms. Harland’s big boobs caressed the front of me. This was so wicked and wild. I loved every second of it.

Then they thrust back into me. They both plunged their girl-dicks to the hilt in my cunt. I groaned, loving every second of it. This amazing heat washed through my body. I groaned, my mind melting beneath this wonderful onslaught of delight.

Their cocks thrust into my holes, but not at the same time. They were moving at different rates. Mom fucked my asshole nice and slow, teasing my bowels. Ms. Harland pumped away fast at my cunt, savoring my juicy, deflowered depths.

I loved them both.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’re both making me feel so good!” I whimpered. “Ooh, you’re going to make me cum so hard. I love it.”

“I bet you do,” Mommy cooed as she thrust that girl-cock into my bowels.

She fucked me with those loving strokes. At the same time, Ms. Harland thrust her cock deep and hard into my cunt. I loved every moment of their futa-dicks pistoning away at me. I groaned, my mind melting from the bliss of their shafts burying into me.

They pumped away at me. They fucked me with passion. They rammed those girl-cocks into my two holes. My pussy gripped Ms. Harland, the silky friction melting such bliss through me. My asshole drank in Mom’s thrusts, the velvety heat setting ablaze in my butt. I groaned.

“Lady-cocks are the best!” I moaned. “Ooh, ooh, I love your mommy-dicks in me.

“I love being in my little girl!” Mom panted.

“Yes!” gasped Ms. Harland. “This is amazing. Your pussy was delicious, Autumn, but your daughter… Exquisite.”

“I know,” whimpered Mom. She thrust away at me with harder strokes, driving into my bowels.

“Christine is going to be so jelly that she missed this!” I squealed.

“Jelly?” Mom groaned.

“Jealous, Mom!” I gasped. “Ooh, ram that mommy-dick into my butt!”

Mom did. She pounded my butthole as Ms. Harland enjoyed my cunt. She fucked that big clit-dick into me. I groaned, loving it. I hugged her tight, her large boobs rubbing into my chest. Their bodies were so warm around me, their boobs so big.

Mom stroked my side. She groaned, pumping away at my asshole. My bowels grew loser and loser around her girl-cock. The friction was hotter and hotter. The two delights swirled in me, a huge orgasm building.

I would have such a huge orgasm.

Just a mighty explosion of bliss. I shuddered, my mind blazing with rapture. I squeezed both my holes down on their cocks. They gasped, slamming into me. That made me feel even better. I hurtled towards that moment of cumming.

My toes curled. My face contorted.

Their cocks stimulated me. Drove me wild. I moaned and squirmed between them. My pussy and asshole melted around their big dicks. They were so sexy. So wonderful. I loved every moment of being fucked by them both.

“This is so awesome!”I gasped. “Cum in me! Fire all your mommy-jizz into my pussy and butt!”

“We will, Anabella!” Mom groaned.

“God, yes!” panted Ms. Harland. She slammed her cock deep into my cunt and then pulled back. My pussy drank in the friction.

I quivered between them. They both plunged into me at nearly the same moment, synced up in their rhythm. The delight of them both plunging into me at the same time swept over me. I gasped, bucked, and then explode.

I burst in delight. The pleasure shot through me. I groaned, my mind melting in the bliss of this wild moment. My cunt writhed and spasmed around Ms. Harland’s girl-dick while my asshole convulsed around my mother’s big cock.

Such wicked delight consumed me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my pussy and asshole spasming. “This is amazing!”

“Oh, honey!” Mom groaned, driving her girl-cock into my bowels again and again. “Your ass is sucking at me.”

“So is that young twat,” groaned Ms. Harland. The brunette MILF’s soft boobs rubbed into my little titties. “Yes!”

She slammed to the hilt in my cunt and erupted. Her hot cum pumped into my cunt. Spurt after spurt of her jizz basted my naughty snatch. The spunk joined the cum already swimming in me. Now I had two sexy MILFs’ futa-seed in me.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I gasped as new waves of delight rushed through my body. My body squirmed between the hot MILF and my sexy mom. “This is fucking amazing!”

“It is,” Mom moaned. She slammed her girl-cock into my bowels. She gasped. “Oh, Anabella!”

Her hot cum jetted into my asshole.

I groaned savoring their futa-cocks basting my holes with cum. My body trembled, sandwiched between their big boobs. Stars burst across my vision. I whimpered and moaned, loving every second of this wonderful bliss smothering my mind.

“Anabella,” Mom moaned, my asshole milking her dick. “My sexy, little girl.”

“Mmm, such a cutie,” Ms. Harland moaned.

I quivered there, my pleasure hitting this wild peak. I hung there, my cunt and asshole milking both their cocks dry. I brimmed with their futa-cum. It soaked my holes. I shuddered, trembling between them.

“Oh my god, how did this happen?” I moaned. “How did you both get your mommy-cocks?”

“Why, want one?” asked the sexy MILF.

“Of course I fucking want one!” I exclaimed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jolene Harland held more than a little worry as she arrived home after a long day at college. The substance she and her mother had been working on in their basement lab had caused a severe reaction. For a few minutes, Jolene had been scared her mother had died.

“Mom!” she cried out, wanting to reassure herself that her mother was fine. “Mom, you home?”

No answer.

Her mom’s car was parked in the driveway, so where was she? The girl swallowed, this wave of fear washing through her. She slipped her backpack to the floor, full of her college supplies. The brown-haired girl pushed up her glasses.

“Mom?”

Then she saw it on the kitchen counter, a folded note propped up like a triangle. On the outside read, “Jolene.”

Brow furrowing, she snatched it up and saw a syringe full of the pink substance that had almost killed her mother. She read the inside of the note. “It worked. I have refined it so my little reaction won’t happen to you. Inject yourself and find a sexy MILF to fuck. I’ll be at Autumn Holt’s house enjoying her and her daughters.”

A shiver ran through Jolene. The twenty-year-old girl picked up the syringe. She hiked up her skirt enough to expose her mid-thigh. She didn’t hesitate to plunge the needle into her muscle and inject herself.

She had no idea the sort of side-effect she was about to experience. All she could think about was Mrs. Morales and her three sexy daughters. That Hispanic MILF would learn the joys that sexy girls provide.

The rapture of lesbian incest.

To be continued…

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Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires
Chapter Four – Slumber Party

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mmff, mmf, ncon, cream pie, hp, grope, magic, orgy, preg

Harry was furious; he’d lost the Spellbook of Desires. He had looked everywhere, and he knew now that someone had stolen the book. Because the Weasley household was so large at the moment, it would be impossible to interrogate the entire family without revealing the contents of the book to them. Harry interrogated his best friend Ron Weasley in their room as Fred and George Weasley crept back upstairs after have a quick breakfast, knowing that they’d need their energy for the adventure ahead. It was they who had found the Spellbook of Desires and had read a few of the pages, becoming ecstatic at what it could mean for them.

Fred and George walked back upstairs, quietly discussing how, when and who they were going to use the book on. They wouldn’t mind using it on Hermione, but because Ginny was sharing her room with her, it seemed temporarily impossible. As they returned to their room, they flipped through the book, looking for a spell that could meet their specific circumstances.

‘How about this one?’ said George, pointing to a long descriptive spell.

‘No… that’ll take far too long’ Fred replied, reading the description. ‘It needs to be short and quiet. We don’t want to wake the entire house’

It took ten more minutes before they finally came across a suitable spell. Unfortunately, they’d have to wait for the right time to use it. They wouldn’t get their opportunity with Hermione, at least, not until they made it back to Hogwarts, and were able to do it undetected. The spell they were going to use was not for Hermione, it was for a girl in their own year at Hogwarts; Angelina Johnson. Both Fred and George had a thing for Angelina, and using the Spellbook of Desires on her, seemed to be a perfect way to satisfy their lust for her.

The spell they had found was perfect; it would subdue her, and leave her completely defenseless to their sexual advances.

The description read:
The ‘Noctorex’ spell is perfect for a quiet setting, incapacitating the intended target; leaving them completely defenseless to the caster’s sexual advances. Awake or asleep, when this spell hits them, they will fall into a deep sleep, completely at ease and compliable to any position they are placed in. Warning! This spell is very powerful; knocking the intended target unconscious for over six hours.

The spell was a difficult one though, but Fred and George Weasley were going to be in their sixth year at Hogwarts, and although they didn’t do well on their OWLS, they were still gifted and, if they applied themselves, could easily pull off the spell.

‘This’ll take some doing’ said George, replicating the wand movements shown on the page. If done correctly, the spell would take two minutes to perform, needing only to say ‘Noctorex’ at the end, to cast it.

Fred and George knew where Angelina lived; they’d use the Floo Network to gain access to her house and then sneak to her room, casting the spell, and having their way with her. It was a complex and potentially dangerous plan; but the spell would be perfect for the situation, and neither Fred nor George could wait till Hogwarts to use their newly discovered book.

For the next week or so, Fred and George worked hard to perfect the spell, often casting it on each other at night time to test its effects. When they were satisfied with the results, they planned their little night time excursion to the Johnson household. They’d be traveling at midnight, when both their and Angelina’s family would be fast asleep.

Fred and George re-read the spell one more time, practicing the wand movements before hiding the book under their bed, where it would surely be safe until they returned. They crept out of their room, keeping as quiet as they could.

‘Owww’ cried Fred as he tripped over an old broom.

‘Quiet!’ whispered George, as they both listened to see if they’d woken anybody.

‘Looks like were in the clear’ sighed a relieved Fred, as they began their trek down the stairs and to the fireplace.

They each grabbed a pinch of floo powder; one for the trip there and one for the trip back. One after another, they stepped into the fireplace and whispered Angelina’s address. Green flames erupted around each of them, spiraling them through the Floo Network, straight to the Johnson household.

‘Quiet… I think everyone’s asleep’ commented George, as Fred came whirling out of the fireplace after him.

‘Okay… let’s find her room’ replied Fred, as the twins snuck through the house and up the stairs. The house was immaculately clean, with moving photos, school medallions and trophies belonging to Angelina.

‘Daddy’s little girl’ whispered Fred, as they passed several photos of the beautiful Angelina Johnson, all still sleeping in their frames.

‘She won’t be after tonight’ replied George quietly, trying hard not to giggle.

The Sex hikayeleri twins finally came upon what surely was Angelina’s room. It had her name written in colorful paint and decorated with Quidditch posters. Fred opened the door quietly, letting the moonlight from the hallway windows engulf her room. The room was revealed to them and to the twin’s jubilation, not just Angelina, but two other girls were sound asleep on the floor.

‘Slumber party!’ whispered the twins to each other. They walked into the dark room and closed the door behind them.

They both took out their wands, determined to cast a spell on each of the girls. As they began the complicated movements, their eyes adjusted to the darkness, revealing the identity of the other two girls. Alicia Spinnet, a fellow sixth year from Gryffindor, the same age as Angelina and the twins, and Katie Bell, another Gryffindor only a year younger then the twins were laying near Angelina. It would be these two unintended but welcome guests that would take part in their fun.

‘Looks like an all Gryffindor Quidditch team party’ whispered George to Fred, smiling, as he continued to wave his wand.

‘Noctorex’ whispered both Fred and George at the same time, casting a silver beam of light at both Katie and Alicia. The light engulfed their bodies, seemingly having no effect on them.

‘I’ll cast it on Angelina… you check them and make sure their really unconscious’ whispered Fred to George, as he began to cast the spell again.

George got onto his knees and crawled over to Katie, poking her arm with his wand before pinching her shoulder, attempting to wake her. He did the same thing to Alicia before deciding to do one further important test. As Fred continued to work on the spell, George pulled off his pants to make certain that the girls were asleep. He opened Katie’s mouth before placing his soft cock in her wet mouth, making her engulf the entire thing. George felt his cock begin to harden as he took it out of Katie’s mouth and did the same thing to Alicia.

‘Noctorex’ whispered Fred, casting the same spell on Angelina before saying, ‘Starting without me George?’

‘Of course not Fred, I’m just making sure they’re asleep’ replied George, with a smile on his face.

‘Well… let me help you’ responded Fred before lighting a small lamp, and illuminating the entire room. All three girls were sleeping on the floor. The room was very sizable, but every inch of wall space was dedicated to Quidditch.

‘Little bit of a Quidditch freak, hun George?’ said Fred, as he pulled off his own clothes and dipped his hardening cock into Angelina’s open mouth.

‘Ahh…’ they both moaned, feeling the warmth of the girls’ mouths engulf their now hard cocks.

After ten minutes of fucking the girls’ mouths, the twins decided to see what the girls looked like naked. They carefully removed all their clothing, making sure not to tear them. They knew they had to redress them when they were done; they didn’t want to leave any evidence that they were there.

First they removed Katie’s pajamas; revealing a slightly chubby, but nevertheless, attractive young teen body. Her breasts were fairly small, and her pussy was completely bald. As they flipped her over to get a good look at her ass, they were overwhelmed at how nice it was. Big, soft and juicy; just like the twins loved.

‘Not a bad little tush on this one… eh Fred?’ said George to his brother.

‘You know it brother’ replied Fred, as the twins moved over to Alicia.

They removed her pajamas in a similarly careful fashion; revealing a very fit body. To their obvious surprise however; Alicia breasts were fairly large. It shocked them so, because, either they’d grown since last term, or she’d been hiding them well. They took a close look at her pussy as well, noticing that just like Katie; her pussy had been shaved, probably for aero dynamism. They flipped her over as well, taking a good look and feel at Alicia’s tight and fit ass.

‘That may be a tight fit!’ said Fred, trying to spread her ass cheeks to get a better look at her asshole.

‘You’re telling me!’ replied George, astonished at how tight it actually was.

Next, they moved over to Angelina; their prized target for the night. She had dark, smooth and beautiful skin, glistening in the lamplight. They had saved the best for last as they took off her pajamas. She was even fitter than Alicia; her breasts were perfect, capped off with tiny dark nipples. Fred and George could just make out what looked like abs as they felt her tight stomach before running their hands down towards her pussy. Unlike the other two girls, Angelina had a tiny patch of black pubic hair, just visible in the lamplight. As they flipped her over, the twins almost exploded at seeing pure perfection. Her ass was big, fairly tight and perfectly sculpted.

All of the undressing, touching and groping had kept the twins extremely hard. Deciding that it would be best to leave Angelina for last; the twins picked their pairings. Fred would take Katie while George would have his fun with Alicia.

‘This is going to be sweet’ said Fred, Sikiş hikayeleri as he crawled over to Katie.

George flipped Alicia over, choosing to look her in the face while he rammed his cock into her tight pussy. George took hold of his now hard seven inches, and rubbed the tip up and down Alicia’s pussy. She didn’t make a peep; so after spitting on his hand and rubbing it on his shaft, he jammed the very tip of his cock into her pussy.

‘This hole is tight Fred’ said George, as he pushed as hard as possible into Alicia.

‘This one’s just as tight’ replied Fred, who had Katie still on her stomach. He had submerged two inches of his cock into Katie, and was showing both strain and pain on his face.

Both twins had lost their virginity the previous year after taking a trip to a seedier part of Hogsmeade, paying a couple of hooker witches to pleasure them. The hookers weren’t the freshest flowers in the garden, but at least they knew what to do now.

The twins were grunting and sweating for five minutes before they realized that both Katie and Alicia weren’t virgins; they evidently had had sex before.

‘Sluts!’ said Fred and George together, as they both finally had their entire cocks into their prey. In only a couple of minutes they were driving their separate seven inches into Katie and Alicia as hard as they could. They could both hear them moaning in their sleep through the smacking of their bodies. After several minutes more of continuous moaning and groaning, the twins were each, reaching their end.

Just before they did however, Fred heard Alicia begin to moan louder, as her pussy began to spasm and the warm trickle of her pussy juices began to run down Fred’s cock. Alicia wasn’t the only one to cum, as only a few seconds after Alicia’s orgasm, Katie groaned even louder; coating George’s shaft in her own warm juices.

‘Ahhhh… Godddd!’ grunted Fred, as he began to feel himself going through his own orgasm. His cock began to swell as he pushed his cock as deep into her as possible before he felt himself begin to ejaculate a large load of his hot sticky cum into Alicia’s unprotected womb. She didn’t even have a chance to stop Fred from impregnating her as he spilled his load into her.

‘Ungghhhh!’ groaned George, only seconds later as well, firing a similarly large load of his semen into Katie Bell’s young pussy. Like Alicia, Katie had no defense against George as his potent seed found its way into her vulnerable womb.

As Fred and George both sighed in relief; they pulled heir softening cocks out of the two girls’ pussies; letting copious amounts of their hot semen spill from Katie and Alicia’s pussies.

The twins stood up, and high fived each other before looking over at Angelina in horror, as her eyes were open, staring at their cum covered cocks in surprise.

‘Don’t worry… I won’t tell… as long as you two give me a little taste of what they got!’ said Angelina sexily, still naked, with her fingers probing her own pussy.

The twins’ mouths were wide open, as they’d got hard instantly at Angelina’s sexy words. Fred must’ve cast the spell wrong; too focused on what he was going to do with Katie or Alicia. Asleep or not however, Angelina seemed willing and ready for them as they moved over to Angelina, ignoring the unconscious girls they had just impregnated.

George got onto his hands and knees; opening Angelina’s legs wide before moving his head down towards her pussy.

‘You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about this’ whispered Angelina to the twins, as Fred began to kiss her and move his hands towards her perfect breasts.

As Fred continued to make out with her and play with her tits, George was hard at work; delving his tongue deep into Angelina’s pussy. George couldn’t believe how good Angelina tasted; now moving his hands towards her pussy to help stimulate her even further.

Fred was having just as good of a time, twisting his tongue around Angelina’s, passionately kissing her, as his fingers played with her dark nipples.

‘Ahhhhh!’ moaned Angelina, feeling her orgasm hit and giving George a face-full of her warm juices. She continued to feel her pussy spasm as George lapped up as much of Angelina’s sweet juices as possible.

‘Amazing… Now give me some of that cock’ moaned Angelina as both the twins stopped working on Angelina and moving their cocks to the respective holes.

Fred placed the tip of his cock onto Angelina’s lips, as George did the same to her pussy.

‘On three… One… Two… Three!’ said the twins together, slamming their cocks into Angelina’s mouth and pussy. Both were hot, wet and ready for their cocks as Angelina let out a low groan, feeling both cocks penetrate her deeply. Fred had his cock buried all the way down Angelina’s throat as he moved his hips back and forth, letting Angelina’s tongue massage his shaft. George on the other hand, was having a little trouble with Angelina’s pussy. Her incredibly tight and athletic figure resulted in an even tighter pussy then Katie or Alicia.

The twins continued doing this for the next five minutes, when George finally got his entire shaft into Erotik hikaye Angelina’s trimmed pussy. They only stopped because Angelina had just gone through her second orgasm and Fred wanted a turn fucking her. Not wanting to give up Angelina’s sweet pussy, Angelina suggested a different and far hotter proposition.

‘There’s two holes back there Fred!’ said Angelina, after just coming down from her second orgasm and pulling Fred’s cock out of her mouth. She had noticed the look of desire in his eyes, as he stared at her pussy being penetrated by George.

‘Seriously?” replied Fred, now getting up.

George pulled his cock out of Angelina with a plop, before letting her get up and let him slide underneath her. She turned around to face him, as she guided his cock into her pussy.

‘That’s better’ said Angelina, loving the feeling of having a cock back into her.

George pulled her in close, holding down her waist and burying his entire cock into Angelina, as Fred stood over both of them and position his cock at the ridiculously tight looking entrance to her ass.

‘This is going to be one tight fit’ said Fred as crouched down and started to prod Angelina’s asshole.

‘Unghhhh’ grunted Fred, trying hard to get the tip of his dick into her. Fred continued pushing as Angelina groaned in pain, having Fred sticking it in her ass and George being buried balls deep in her pussy.

After ten long minutes of all three shifting back and forth; Fred was finally able to fit his entire seven inches into Angelina’s tight black ass. With that, the twins found their rhythm quickly, pumping Angelina up and down between their cocks, eliciting loud moans from her as she went through another orgasm.

They did this for another ten minutes before both the twins began to pant loudly, signaling an imminent release.

‘I want you to cum on my face’ screamed Angelina, not wanting them to cum in her too.

Not wanting to disappoint the dark skinned goddess; Fred and George obliged to Angelina’s request. Fred pulled out of Angelina’s ass with a pop, just as Angelina got off of George’s cock. They watched as she got onto her knees between the two, preparing for the cum-shower she was about to receive. Fred and George stood on either side of Angelina, stroking their shafts as hard as they could.

‘On three brother?’ asked George, looking over at Fred. Fred agreed, nodding his head, and pumping his cock faster.

‘One… Two… Three!’ said the twins together, hitting their breaking point at the same time, just as Angelina opened her mouth to swallow as much as possible. Fred and George erupted, covering Angelina in as much cum, maybe more then they had filled Alicia and Katie with. Load after load of their hot cum splashed across Angelina’s face, getting into her mouth and covering her beautiful face as the twins continued to stroke their shafts. Finally, after Angelina was completely caked in the twin’s warm seed, did they finally stop cumming.

Angelina swallowed as much as she could before using a piece of discarded clothing to wipe the remaining cum off her face.

Fred and George were exhausted, but knew that they needed to destroy any evidence that they had fucked Alicia and Katie. Because Angelina was a willing participant, they didn’t care much about cleaning her up as she continued to wipe off her face.

‘Don’t worry about them… I’ll clean them up and dress them… besides, you helped me so I’ll help you’ Angelina said before standing up and moving over to her friends to clean them up. ‘You’d better leave before my parents find you here… we were pretty loud’ Angelina said, motioning for the twins to get dressed and leave. ‘I’ll definitely be seeing more of you two at school’ said Angelina sexily, blowing a kiss at them, as she watched them dress and exit her room.

Fred and George were beaming as they made their way back down the stairs and to the fireplace. They threw in some floo powder, saying ‘The Burrow’ before hopping in one at a time and traveling through the Floo Network back home. The twins were exhausted; they had been through a very tiring night, not to mention the fact that it was already nearing three o’clock in the morning. They made their way back up the stairs and to their room, ecstatic, thinking about how they’d use their new favorite book next.

‘Maybe Hermione?’ whispered Fred, discussing their possible targets, as they entered their room. To their complete horror, when they looked under their bunk-bed to take a look at the book, they discovered that it was missing. Cursing, they spent the next hour searching for the book.

‘What could’ve happened to it?’ questioned George, looking angry.

Unknown to the twins; Harry had heard the twins making their way down the stairs at midnight. He knew that they were up to something, and had a feeling it had something to do with his Spellbook of Desires. He took the initiative; sneaking to their room quietly and looking everywhere for the book. He eventually found it sitting under their bunk bed, taking it back from the would-be thieves. He knew the only way to hide the book was to lock it in his trunk until he needed it; so he hid it under all of his belongings and locked the trunk. As Fred and George Weasley cursed and swore, searching everywhere for the book, Harry slept soundly, with a grin on his face.

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Me, My Girlfriend and Her Best Friend: Part Four – Day Three

MARCH 2007

The sun had been up for almost two hours before I woke up on the floor of the living room.  The cobwebs in my head cleared as I registered where I was.  I was lying on my side and could feel the warmth of Belinda’s naked body against my chest.  My arm was draped across her.  In front of her was the sleeping form of Marcella.  We’d had an amazing night.

I sat up and yawned as quietly as I could.  Staring down at the two of them, I smiled in silence.  During all of the years that had passed, I had seldom allowed myself to hope that the three of us might share just one more night together.  After everything we had talked about the previous evening, it was looking like there would be many more to come. 

I reached down to caress Belinda’s bare shoulder.  Her body slowly rolled onto it’s back and her eyes squinted open just wide enough to meet my admiring stare.  A warm smile spread across her face as the top of the white blanket she was under slid just below her perfect breasts.  I had no delusions about how lucky I was.  What the three of us were doing was NOT common.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“Starving.” she smiled.

I rose from the floor and ambled into the dining room where I’d left my pants the night before.  My boxers were still in a wet clump in the backyard beside the pool.  I slipped into my slacks, commando and headed into the kitchen.

I dug around in the fridge and whipped up a quick breakfast.  When I entered the dining room, Belinda and Marcella were seated at the table.  Marcella was wearing my white undershirt. Belinda was wearing my tuxedo shirt and they both looked amazing in the soft morning light.  No one spoke as we ate our first meal together.

After breakfast, we decided to watch a movie.  Upon entering the living room, Marcella casually pulled the white tee shirt over her head and tossed it aside.  Belinda followed suit and slid out of the dress shirt.  I smiled at them as they cuddled up to one another in front of the couch before I slipped out of my dress slacks.  We all sat together on the floor, leaning against the couch, naked and happy.  They sat on either side of me and we all held onto one another, sharing the occasional kiss.  There was no jealousy or awkwardness…  Only joy.  It was a glimpse of the future we had been talking about.  It was paradise.

After the movie, we walked, naked, into the backyard and bright daylight. We climbed into the hot tub. We smoked cigarettes and discussed the future.  We smiled and we kissed.  After a while we decided to shower.

We stepped into the shower, kissing and washing each others bodies under the cascading warm water.  Marcella picked up the woman’s razor that was set on the tiled window sill.  She then rubbed the flat area just above her narrow slit with her fingertips.  

“I’m getting a little stubbly down there…” she observed.  

Typically, Marcella was completely shaved down there and I had to admit, it was a look I enjoyed.  She stood 5’4.  Her Long straight hair was naturally black.  She had recently added some blond hi-lights that fell in random strands that looked really sexy and suited her well.  Her body was tan and lean, save for her natural C-cup breasts.

Belinda and I watched as Marcella sat down on the tile seat of the walk in shower.  She then lathered up some shaving gel and spread it all over her pubic region.

“How often do you have to shave it?” Belinda asked curiously.

“Like, every three or four days.” Marcella replied casually.  “Sometimes I get it waxed and that lasts a lot longer, but it hurts like a bitch.”

“I’ve done a bikini wax before but never all of it.” Belinda admitted.

Marcella carefully positioned the razor against the flat skin of her lower tummy, just above the foam triangle she had made and gently drug it downward.  “You’ve never shaved it all off?”

“No.” Belinda answered absently as Marcella cut another line into the white lather.

Marcella smiled up at her.  “Do you want to?”  

Belinda smiled shyly.  Marcella then asked me “What do you think Chico?”

I looked at her beautiful (then half shaved) pussy and smiled.  “Absolutely.”

Marcella finished up and rinsed off.  She then sat Belinda down and lathered up some more shaving gel.  “Spread ’em.” Marci chaffed before applying the lather to Belinda’s crotch, paying extra care to her short black landing strip.  She then handed the razor to Belinda.  As I watched Belinda render her pussy completely bare for the first time since she was a little girl, my cock began to grow in time with my pulse.  Belinda was busy being ultra careful not to cut herself, so naturally Marcella noticed my growing manhood first.

“Jesus, Chico! she laughed.  Belinda looked up to see my hardening phallus.  She smiled and went back to work.  “You know what?..  We should shave you too.” Marcella smiled as she wrapped her arms around me.

“What?” I asked.  

I do my share of man-scaping, but had never had the desire to shave myself down there…  Again, I would’ve done anything to make them happy.

“Yeah.  We should shave you.” Marci continued.  “Then all three of us can be all smooth like little kids.” she smiled.  

She hadn’t said it seductively or anything, but it was still just so fucking sexy.  

My cock finally rose to full attention.  Marcella moved closer to me, letting her wet breasts brush against my chest.  She lowered her right hand and found my swollen member and began to lightly slide a loose fist up and down it.  She leaned in closer.  Her breath was hot on my lips.  “Think of it Chico.  We can all pretend we’re little kids and we can play ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’  Then you can tell us that your dick tastes like strawberries and trick us into sucking it.”  She moaned, oozing sexuality as she pushed her soft breasts against me.  “Fun, right?”

I smiled.

Belinda was finishing up as Marcella spread the lather along the base of my shaft.  She then spread it down all over my balls, then up above my steel cock.  Belinda handed her the razor as she rinsed off her own newly hairless pussy.  It really did look amazing.

Belinda was also 5’4.  She had long light brown hair that hung in wild natural curls.  Her complexion was darker than mine, but lighter than Marcella’s.  Her ass, crotch and B-cup breasts were much paler than the rest of her body thanks to the two piece bikini she always wore.  She clearly spent a lot of time at the beach.

Marcella had gotten down on her knees in front of me.  “Belinda.  Come down here and hold his dick for me.” Marci politely requested.

Belinda joined her on her knees and gripped the tip of my cock as Marcella placed the razor carefully against the base of my shaft.  She then drug it back slowly, cutting a line into the lather on my cock.  She worked her way around it, getting Belinda to hold it upward to get underneath, the whole time, making sure I was comfortable.

Once she was finished with the bottom of the shaft, she went to work on the area above.  I was still as hard as a rock.  She drug the razor in slow careful lines, cutting away at the foamy triangle as she smiled at Belinda who was still holding on to my cock.  “You can jerk him off if you want to.”  

She had said it so casually that it sent another surge of blood down into my groin.  Belinda laughed playfully and began to gently stroke my wet shaft as Marci finished off the top area.

As Belinda softly stroked me, Marcella pushed my knees apart and told Belinda to angle my cock upward.  Belinda followed Marcella’s instructions and Marci delicately pinched the skin at the bottom of my scrotum.  Belinda watched with a broad smile as Marcella pulled my sack until the skin was flat.  She then placed the razor just under my cock and slowly drug it downward leaving in it’s wake a clean and hairless line.  Belinda giggled and Marcella turned to her.  “Pour some conditioner on it.”

Belinda smiled.  “What about soap?”

I laughed.  “No soap.  That shit burns.”

“Oh.” Belinda cooed as she rolled her eyes.

With that, Belinda poured a generous portion of conditioner into her palm and wrapped her fingers around me.  She formed a tight ring and began slipping it up and down my shaft, careful to keep it aimed upward as Marcella continued to carefully shave my scrotum.  Belinda was smiling up at me.  “Does that feel okay?”

“It feels fucking amazing.” I laughed.  It really did.  She tightened her grip and continued to jerk me slow and slippery.

Marcella finished the front and sides of my sack and then asked me to sit on the tile seat.  I sat down and placed my feet up by my ass so that Marcella could get the underside.  As Marcella continued her work, Belinda continued her slippery hand-job  I let out a soft moan to which Marcella said “Tell me if you’re about to cum Chico.  I don’t wanna accidentally cut your balls off or anything.”

I laughed briefly before going back to moaning at Belinda’s slippery touch.

Marcella finally finished and I was told to stand up and rinse myself off.  When I finished up, she and Belinda took a moment to admire my new ‘smooth’ look.  Belinda then dropped back down to her knees in front of me and poured some more conditioner into her palm.  She then spread it onto her other hand.  I slid my arm around Marcella’s waist as she stood at my side and we both watched Belinda resume her work, only this time, she had come up with a new method.

She lubed my cock with the conditioner again, only this time she used both hands.  She slid her right hand down the length of my shaft and then followed it immediately with her left.  By the time her left hand had reached the bottom, she had brought her right hand back to the top and continued to stroke me with both fists, one after the other, so that it was a constant downward motion.  The feeling was incredible.

“Yeah, stroke that big smooth cock.” Marcella purred before kissing me deeply on the lips.

Belinda continued her amazing new hand-job method and in just a couple of minutes, I was nearing orgasm.  I put my hands on my hips and moaned aloud.  Marcella reached down and used the excess conditioner to give me a slippery ball massage while Belinda slid her fists down my lubed cock.

“Oh…  Oh fuck.” I moaned.  Then Marcella took it one step further.

“Tell him to cum on your face.” Marcella smiled down at Belinda.

Belinda leaned back and closed her eyes.  “Cum on my face baby…  I want you to cum all over my face.”

She tightened her grip and forced her slippery fists down my cock until an explosion of sticky white cum blasted across her forehead and settled in her damp hair.  A second blast hit her directly on her eyelid.  A third sputtered out across her upper lip and the last remaining gushes dribbled down her neck and breasts.

Marcella happily wiped Belinda’s face with a rag and Belinda opened her eyes.  She continued to softly stroke me and my nerve endings felt like they were on fire.  She smiled up at me and giggled like a school girl.

She finally let go of my cock and rose to her feet.  Marcella washed Belinda’s face and hair for her and the three of us kissed and laughed at our latest exploit before stumbling out of the shower and drying off.  We all giggled playfully at our new shaved parts, then lazily ambled back into the living room to lay back down on the floor together.

It was around 11AM by then and I couldn’t take my eyes off of their naked bodies.  It was relatively warm in the house and neither of them made any effort to cover themselves.  

‘Could it really be like this all the time from now on?’ I wondered.  I thought to myself about how much I must have suffered in my previous lives to be so lucky in this one.  I had never been happier before in my entire life.

Time passed easily and, before long, we were all at a loss for what to do next.  Surely, we would want to play with each others freshly shaved parts, I thought.  Truthfully, just being there with the two of them was enough to keep me happy.  We spent the next half hour just talking and laughing together.  We spoke briefly about Belinda’s boyfriend Bruce.  About Marcella’s husband John.  About my pseudo-girlfriend Amanda.  We didn’t speak with concern or guilt though.  We simply acknowledged that we all had things to take care of, but we soon resolved that today was not the day for such concerns.  Today was for us.

Somehow, the conversation drifted back to the photos stored in my phone.  Some were of the two of them.  Some were of other girls I had dated.  They asked me questions about the girls in the pictures.  I asked them questions too.  We talked about all kinds of experiences without guilt or judgment  It was incredible.  I then confessed that of all of the experiences I’d had, I still thought about the two of them (when I jerked off) with more frequency than anything or anyone else.

“Okay, okay…  What is the ONE THING that you think about the most?” Marcella asked with a smile.

“Summer of ’99.” I said without a moments thought.

“Yeah, but which part?” she persisted.  “I mean, There’s got to be one specific event that comes up more often than any of the others.”

“Shit, I don’t know.” I said.  “What about you?”

“That time with the ‘Blow-Pop!’” Marcella spat enthusiastically. 

I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Oh, yeah.  Wasn’t that the second time we all hooked up?” Belinda chimed in.

“Technically, it was the third.” I said.  “What about you Belin?  Which one is your favorite?”

“The bathroom at Chuck’s party.” she smiled.

“Ha-ha!  Which time?” Marcella laughed.  “We probably fucked in there like twenty times!”

After more laughter, we all fell silent for a while.  Then, Marcella suddenly shot up as if she’d been struck by lightning.  “You guys know what we should do today?” she paused.  “We should re-enact each of our favorite memories!”

“I’m in.” I erupted.

“Me too!” Belinda agreed.

We all decided we would re-enact Marcella’s memory first, since hers was the most specific…

DEJA VU – PART I: MARCELLA

The three of us sat there on the living room floor as Marcella recounted every single detail she could remember from that day that had taken place eight years earlier in the living room of my mothers house.  Her memory was very vivid, and although Belinda and I remembered that day as well, there were a few details that we had either forgotten, or were never even aware of.  Once Marcella had finally completed the story, we set about recreating it as well as we could.

Marcella took Belinda by the hand and disappeared into Gracie’s old bedroom and began digging through her closet as I put on my slacks and under shirt.  After almost fifteen minutes, they returned.  They were both wearing short skirts that I remembered Gracie wearing back in high school.  Belinda was wearing a tight fitting spaghetti strap top and Marcella had on a short sleeve blouse that buttoned in the front.  They both looked absolutely gorgeous.

Marcella sat me down in a chair across from the couch.  She then stood next to Belinda and faced me.  “Okay…  It’s 1999.  I’m 19 years old.  Johnny, you’re 19 too and Belinda, you’re 20…” she smiled as she looked straight at me.  “So, One week ago, we were at your mom’s house while she was at work.  We all got naked in the backyard while we were tanning and we all ended up having sex.”  She smiled, her excitement clearly showing.  “It was the first time you and I had ever done it.  It was also the first time Belinda and I ever went down on each other.  The next day was kinda weird between all of us and a few days later I finally talked to Belinda about it and found out that we were all cool with everything.  That’s when Belinda and I came up with our little plan.  So now it’s a week later, and the three of us are at your mom’s empty house again.”

Marcella then nudged Belinda.  Following her cue, Belinda walked over to me and pulled me to my feet.  “Baby…..” she paused before turning to Marcella.  “This is so weird…”.

“Just say it.” Marcella playfully pleaded.

“Fine.”  Belinda huffed as she turned back to me.  “Baby.  I talked to Marci and she’s totally cool with everything that happened last week.”  Marcella looked around the room pretending not to hear her.  Belinda’s eyes grew more serious.  “Actually, she was kinda into it…  So we came up with an idea.” Belinda giggled, momentarily unable to stay in character.

“Be serious Belin!” Marcella laughed.  “It’ll be more fun if you do it serious.”

“Okay, okay!…”  Belinda straightened her face once more and leveled her eyes at me.  “So, we decided that we wanted to put on a little show for you.” she hissed dramatically as she reached down to my crotch.  She slowly unzipped my pants and reached inside.  When her delicate fingers found my cock, she slowly pulled it out into the open air, exposing it to Marcella.

Clearly, as teenagers, we had all seen too many porn movies.

Belinda reached over and took hold of my wrist.  She then placed my hand over my cock and squeezed it closed around it.  “And we want you to watch us.” she whispered with genuine conviction.  She then wrapped her hand around mine and began sliding it back and forth along my hardening shaft.  “And we want you to make yourself cum.” she oozed as she stepped away from me.  She then walked over to Marcella and they sat side by side on the couch. 

Marcella reached into her purse and produced a single strand of red licorice and began unwrapping it.  “Okay, now pretend this is a ‘Blow-Pop.’” she smiled.  With that, she turned to Belinda and said: “That’s when you started kissing me.”

I watched them lean together and begin to softly peck each other on the lips.  They were both so beautiful, and in a magical way, it was taking me back to that day from our past.  Slowly, and with a feigned bashfulness, they began to open their mouths wider before finally beginning to touch tongues.  I watched the kiss grow deeper and more passionate for almost two full minutes before Marcella cleared her throat, prompting Belinda to move into the next part of the story. 

Belinda’s delicate hands rose from her lap and found their way to the top button on Marcella’s blouse.  I watched Marcella shyly lean back as Belinda began to unfasten each button.  Marci put a pretty convincing look of shock on her face as Belinda moved down the buttons.  “I thought we were only gonna kiss at first.” Marcella narrated.  “I never thought Belinda would take my shirt off in front of you before she took off hers.” she gasped as Belin pulled the last button.  Belin then pulled the front of the shirt wide open and let it fall down past Marcella’s shoulders, exposing her tan firm breasts.  “I wasn’t wearing a bra that day.  I wasn’t sure if Belinda knew that or not, but I suddenly felt really exposed.”  Marcella then handed the licorice whip to Belinda.  “I could see you start rubbing your cock out of the corner of my eye.  I knew you were looking at my boobs and thinking about having sex with me… And I liked it, but I was still embarrassed” she paused as I began to jerk off.  “Then Belinda started rubbing the lolly-pop on my chest.”

Belinda took the licorice whip and wet it in her mouth before dragging the sticky tip of it across Marcella’s dark erect nipple.  Then she bent down and drew Marcella’s nipple into her mouth and tongued at it.  Marcella then began telling us more about what was going through her mind back then.  She lightly giggled “You know, when you started sucking that sticky stuff off of my nipple, for some reason, I started pretending it was cum.” 

“Seriously?” Belinda looked up at her, smiling.  

“Ha-ha!  Yeah…  I felt totally exposed, but all I kept thinking about was having Johnny’s cum on my tits and the feel of your tongue licking it off.” Marcella ruminated.

“That’s fucking hot.” Belinda giggled as she continued tonguing Marcella’s nipple.

Marcella then took the licorice whip from Belinda.  They began kissing again, only this time there was less reluctance.  Belinda briefly pulled away from her and grabbed the hem of her own clinging top.  With one swift jerk, it was over her head and tossed aside, leaving her in just her bra and skimpy skirt.  She then reached behind her back for the clasp as Marcella smiled at her.  “I was so glad when you took your shirt off.  I was starting to feel really naked for a while.  Then I was like, I guess our little show is gonna be a lot more than kissing.  Ha-ha!” she laughed as Belinda’s bra went slack and fell off of her shoulders, exposing her small perky breasts.

I then pulled my tee shirt over my head as Marcella began to rub the wet tip of the licorice whip across Belinda’s rising nipple.  Then, I unbuttoned my pants and let them slide down to the floor.  As I started stroking myself again, Marcella leaned into Belinda and began suckling the sticky licorice residue from her glistening nipple.  

Marcella then turned to me and giggled “I wanted to look at you so bad that day!  I remember I couldn’t believe you got naked!  I had never seen a guy jerk off until that night on the deck and I SOOO wanted to watch you jack off and make yourself cum!”

“Really?” I asked as I stroked myself.

“Fuck yeah!” she howled before going back to sucking Belinda’s nipple.

I was jerking off at a pretty rapid pace by that point.  The memories from that day combined with the new images I was seeing was overwhelming.  Marcella finally spoke again.  “When I was sucking the sucker stuff off Belinda’s titties, I was still pretending it was your cum.” 

I had no idea that Marcella had been thinking all of those things.  Hearing it all from her perspective made the story so much hotter than it already was.  I couldn’t wait to see what I would learn next.

Belinda then slid off of the couch to the floor, just as Marcella had told her to earlier.  “Now, this part scared the shit out of me!” Marcella hooted.

Belinda knelt in front of her and began pushing her thighs apart.  Marcella smiled down at her as she opened her legs.  “Seriously, I had no idea you were going to do this!” Marci laughed.  Belinda then pushed Marcella’s skirt up around her tummy, exposing her white panties to me.  Belinda then slipped her finger tips beneath the crotch of Marcella’s panties and pulled them over to the side, exposing Marcella’s beautiful hairless cunt.  I could see that she was already getting wet.

I slightly tightened my grip on my cock as Belinda sensuously pressed her tongue against Marcella’s glistening clit.  The memories from that day flooded my mind.  They were incredibly similar to everything I was seeing.  

Marcella began to moan softly as Belinda began to gently lap at her snatch.  I remembered not being sure how far they were going to go with their little show that day and fighting as hard as I could to keep from cumming before the show ended.  I had wanted to see them do everything they were prepared to do.  

As I cleared my head, I looked up to see that Belinda was beginning to slide her middle finger in and out of Marcella’s beautiful pussy.  Marcella’s moans were growing louder as Belinda withdrew her glistening finger and hung it in front of Marcella’s lips, offering her a taste.  Marcella eagerly wrapped her lips around the finger and sucked her own juices off of it.  Our eyes locked as she pulled the finger in and out of her mouth.

“You were looking at me like that back then too, right?” I asked.

“Yep.” Marci smirked.

“Were you-“

“Acting like I was sucking your cock?..  Uh-huh…” she purred.  It was so hot!  “I was watching you jack off and pretending her finger was your cock.  It was so fucking hot and I just wanted to do the dirtiest shit I could think of so you would cum!” she moaned.  “That’s when I decided to go down on Belinda, and I started telling her I wanted to taste her pussy and all that shit.”

She then pulled Belinda up to the couch and kissed her.  Belinda sat down and Marcella dropped down to her knees before Belinda.  Belinda eagerly spread her thighs to welcome Marcella’s warm tongue.  Before Marcella dove in, she turned to me with a devilish grin.  “When I got down like this, I left my panties pulled off to the side so you could still see my pussy…”

I was blown away.  Marcella was even a freak back then.  

I looked on as she rammed her lips into Belinda’s waiting pussy.  Belinda’s face twisted with incomprehensible pleasure.  Her breasts glistened and bounced in a strange cadence.  The muscles in her stomach tightened and relaxed.  Between her legs, Marcella’s head industriously bobbed and weaved.  Her shoulders tensed with each rise and fall of her neck.  

The plaid skirt rested in a bunch around her waist.  Her beautiful round ass stuck straight out at me, the left cheek, bisected by the tight elastic of the white panties cutting tightly across it diagonally.  In the center of it all was her smooth glistening cunt, and just above that, her tight puckered asshole, pulsating as she worked.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.  “I remember!  I was totally staring at your pretty little asshole while I jerked off!”

I then heard Marcella moan “Heh..  I wanted you to just sneak up behind me and fuck me so bad.”

Had I known that, I probably would have.

Belinda was lost in pleasure by then.  Marcella continued to work her magic for a few more minutes before Marcella finally smacked her on the leg.  “It was probably around this time…” she reminded Belinda.

Belinda’s eyes slowly opened and the little tale we were re-telling came back to her.  “Oh..  Oh, right…”  She then looked up at me.  “Johnny…  Johnny, come here!”

As I had been instructed to do, I stood still and looked at her in shock.

“Come here baby!  Come here.  I wanna suck your dick!  I wanna put your dick in my mouth!” she moaned.

As I crossed the room, Marcella relented for a moment to comment.  “That was the craziest part, because Belinda told me that you were just gonna jerk off while we messed around, so you getting your dick sucked wasn’t ever part of the plan, just so you know.” she smiled before going back to work on Belinda’s wet hole.  

I stood by the couch and hoisted one leg up beside Belinda.  Belinda accommodated and leaned over to my fully engorged cock and pulled it into her mouth.  Belinda then began giving me a vigorous blow job as Marcella ate her pussy.  

The scene was beautiful!  I stared down at Belinda, feverishly sucking my cock, then down to Marcella’s flat tongue lapping at Belin’s pussy, her eyes watching Belinda’s lips sliding up and down my shaft. Finally, Marcella pulled away and rose up to join Belinda on the couch.  

As Marcella sat beside Belinda, she said “Remember how I said I wanted to watch Belinda suck your dick?..  Ha-ha!  I did, BUT I was kinda hoping she would invite me to join in.” Marcella smiled.  I could see the elation in her eyes at being able to re-experience it all.

Marcella watched Belin suck my cock for about a minute before Belinda finally pulled back and looked at her.  Marcella required no further prompting.  She leaned across Belinda’s lap and took me into her warm wet mouth.  Belinda watched Marci suck my cock right in front of her face for a moment before going on to squeeze Marci’s beautiful breasts.  

For the next few minutes after that, they took turns going at me.  Sometimes, one would suck me off while the other tongued my balls.  It was actually very close to how I remembered it.  During Belinda’s turns, Marcella would narrate more.  “I remember being surprised at how dirty Belinda would be.  Whenever I was blowing you, she would say shit like ‘suck that cock!’ and ‘you like sucking that cock don’t you?’..  Remember?” Marci asked with a grin.

Belinda blushed.

Marcella finally pulled away and stopped Belinda from going in again.  “Then, I remember you just sat back for a while and watched me suck Johnny’s cock.” she paused.  “You started rubbing my back and you said ‘You’re so fucking pretty.’  I was kinda surprised to hear you say that kind of thing while I had your boyfriend’s cock halfway down my throat…Ha-ha!” she trailed off.  “It was so sweet though.” 

At that point, Belin and Marci smiled at one another warmly and briefly kissed.  Marci then went right back into character.  She looked up at me and licked her lips.  “Okay Chico…  Do your thing.”

I did remember the next part really well.  Up to that point, I had only really been doing whatever Belinda had led me to do.  I recalled watching Marci blow me and Belin watching her do it, and thinking ‘Belinda practically pushed my dick into her a week ago…  It’s probably okay to take a little more control.’  Funny the way certain moments will ingrain themselves deep in your mind.

I took Marcella’s hand and yanked her up from the couch.  They both looked at me smiling, which was different from how it really happened.  In truth, eight years earlier in my mother’s living room, they were both very surprised by everything that happened next.

“This is my favorite part.” Marcella grinned.

I spun her violently toward the couch, grabbed the hem of her skirt and jerked it down to the floor.  

“GOD! That’s fucking it!” Marci howled.  

Her panties had come down part of the way with the skirt and I reached up and jerked them down in one quick motion.  As I pulled Belinda up from the couch, Marcella went on.  “Chico, I’d never seen you be all manly like that before.  I think that’s why I always liked this story so much…” she purred as I jerked Belinda’s skirt down.  “You were so fucking… ferocious!”   

At that point, all three of us were naked. I turned Belinda to face the couch and bent her over at the waist.  I then grabbed Marcella and bent her over next to Belinda and dropped to my knees behind them.  I grabbed Belinda’s ass cheeks, pushed them apart and dug my tongue into her pussy. 

Belinda immediately began moaning and saying all kinds of dirty shit and was really getting into it.  She cried out “Eat my fucking pussy!  Yeah baby, stick your tongue in my fuckin ass!”  I lapped at her sweet pussy and puckered asshole in long wet strokes as they started feverishly kissing one another.

There we were, in the past and in the present.  The two of them bent over the couch, kissing deep and hard as I violently licked Belinda’s pussy and asshole.  It was amazing what Marci had created.  Being able to relive something like that was surreal, but extremely erotic.  It was kind of like being in a movie, but also like a dream.  I had never had the chance to interact with a memory until that day. 

I was giving Belinda’s backside a thorough tongue bath when Marci reached back and began slapping Belinda’s ass.  Belinda was moaning like a whore as I was rifling through my mind, trying to remember the next part of the story.  Marcella had been very specific and I wanted this experience to be perfect for her.

I rose up to my feet behind Belinda.  I looked Marcella in the eye and commanded her “Grab my cock and put it in her pussy!”  

Marcella quickly  spun around and grabbed my cock.  Belinda then reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart.  I eased forward as Marcella shoved the head of my snake into Belinda’s quivering mound.  I then grabbed hold of Belinda’s hips and slid the entire length of my shaft into her as she released an intense moan of pleasure.  As I found my rhythm, Marcella began to goad me on.  “Yeah, fuck that pussy!” she moaned.  “Fuck that tight little pussy!”

Eight years earlier, I had been nervous about what I did next.  I was so horny and into what we were doing that I ended up doing it despite my reservations.  Marcella was staring at me, almost as if she was waiting for it.  I slid my cock out of Belinda’s tight pussy and turned my hips toward Marcella.  

“Taste that pussy.”  I ordered her.

“God, that was so fucking hot!” Marci exclaimed as she pulled my glistening rod into her mouth.  I watched as she happily suckled Belinda’s juices from my shaft until it was spotless.  I then shoved my cock back into Belin.  Marcella quietly watched me fuck the hell out of her.

Belinda began screaming “Fuck me harder!  Fuck me harder!”

“You wanna taste your fuckin’ pussy too?” I taunted Belin.

“Ooh, yeah.  Yeah, I wanna taste my fuckin’ pussy baby.” she purred as she turned around and sucked her own pussy juice off of my gleaming shaft.

She sucked me clean and turned around for more.  I slammed my cock into her and went right back to pounding her mercilessly.  Moments later, Marcella cooed “Let me taste it again!  I wanna fucking taste it!”  I pulled out of Belinda again and Marcella inched closer.  “Feed me that fucking dick!  Let me taste that pussy!” she howled.  “Yeah, shove that fucking cock in my mouth!”  

Back then, I couldn’t believe how filthy Marcella was being.  Now it just seemed natural.  Once I was cleanly suckled, I slipped back into Belinda’s warm pussy.  

Marcella then slid her hand beneath Belinda and squeezed her breasts.  Belinda moaned aloud as Marci slid her fingertips down the center of Belin’s flat tummy until they came to rest on her clit.  Marci began to apply a small amount of pressure and began massaging it in deep circles as Belinda began to moan even louder.  Marci then leaned forward and kissed Belinda passionately as she rubbed her clit.  

Marcella and I could both tell that Belinda was about to cum.  Marcella grinned up at me and sarcastically said “ So, I could tell Belinda was gonna cum soon by the way she was moaning…  I kept hoping she would cum before you did, and that maybe she would let you at least give me a pity fuck or something…”

A monstrous orgasm crashed through Belinda.  Her body bucked violently and then went rigid as I pounded her and Marcella stimulated her clit.  She wailed out “Fucking GOD!  Oh, Fuck yes!  FUCK YES!” before whimpering incoherently and finally slumping into the couch.  

I spun on my heel and sat next to her and put my hand on her beautiful sweat glossed ass.  As she’d done in the past, Belinda turned to Marcella who was still knelt down on the floor and panted “Do you wanna fuck him too?”

Marcella pretended to be that shy 19 year old she had once been and bashfully whispered “Okay.”

With that, Belinda stood up and placed Marci in front of me, but facing away.  Belinda kissed her deeply on the lips and then gently pushed her backward, onto me.  My cock was pressing into the small of her back and she let loose a shy snort.  I grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her up so that she could put her feet up on the couch by my thighs.  I then felt Marcella’s delicate fingers nervously wrap around my cock.  It was still saturated with Belinda’s cum.  She began to rub the tip of it against her pussy lips, further saturating her own tight slit.  She then slid slowly down onto me.  

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned.  “I had wanted you to fuck me again that whole fucking week.”

Marcella began to grind her wet pussy down my cock in long deep strokes.  She, as ever, felt absolutely amazing.

“Oohhh.. fuuuck…  That’s it…  Uh…” Marcella gasped.  

Belinda squared off in front of her and began kissing her wet and hard as she bounced on my cock.  Marcella moaned into her mouth as Belinda began massaging her clit.  A moment later, Belinda dropped down to all fours in front of us and began violently lapping at Marcella’s pussy.  I could occasionally feel her tongue against my cock as I slid in and out of Marci.  At that point, it was up to Marci to keep the story accurate.

She lifted herself up off of me and gave Belinda enough room to take me into her mouth.

“Can you taste my pussy?” Marcella hissed down at Belinda.  “You like licking’ my fuckin pussy off that cock?”

Belinda shoved me back into Marcella’s gash and resumed tonguing her clit.  

“Fuck yeah, feels so fucking good…  So fucking good.” Marcella panted. 

We left the narrative behind for a while as Marcella lost herself to the pleasure she was feeling.  A Sex hikayeleri string of soft moans peppered with profanity would occasionally escape her trembling lips.  I could feel the heat of Belinda’s breath on my balls as Marcella rhythmically slid up and down on my spear. 

I could understand why it was one of her favorite erotic memories.  She finally slowed her rhythm enough to regain some composure and press on.  “Mmmm…  Ever since the week before, I wanted it from behind again…  You guys..  Do you remember, I was straddling Belinda’s face and Johnny was fucking your tits?  Then you grabbed his cock and pushed it up to my pussy?..”  (See ‘Me, my girlfriend and her best friend part 2)

Taking Marcella’s cue, I pulled her off of me and shoved her, face first, into the couch.  I was being rough with her, just the way she told me to be.  I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her ass upward.  I took a moment to admire her little pink asshole before I scooted closer and rammed my cock up her sopping pussy.

“Oh, fuck yeah!  Fuck the shit out of me!” she moaned as Belinda reached beneath her and began rubbing her clit again.  “Fuck me Chico!  Fuck me!” she moaned.

Belinda leaned into her face.  She was violently rubbing Marcella’s clit.  “Do you like getting fucked? -Huh?” she hissed.  “You like it when my boyfriend fucks you like that?”

“Fuck!  Fuck yeah, I like it!” Marcella moaned.

“Tell me!” Belin demanded.

“I like the way you rub my pussy while your boyfriend fucks me with his big cock!” Marcella moaned.  Then Belinda turned her attention toward me.

“What about you baby?  Do you like fucking my best friend while I rub her tight little pussy?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” I howled.  I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.  In the story, Marcella came before I did.  Back then, I knew they were coming over that day, and hoping for the best, I jerked off three times before their arrival.  In the present, I had a slight advantage in that Belinda had already jerked me off in the shower that morning after the shaving event, but even still, I could tell it wouldn’t be long.

Suddenly Marcella’s panting and groaning grew louder and she shouted “Oh-Fuck!  I’m cumming!  I’m cumming!  OH FUCKING GAWD!  AH!” 

No sooner than she had made her announcement did I feel a swell of hot spunk building momentum in the base of my cock.  “Fuck!  Fuck!” I shouted as I pulled my cock from her. 

I stood up and started jerking myself off in rapid fire mode.  As it was happening, Marcella dictated the rest of the story like a play-by-play sports broadcast.

“Johnny told us he was about to cum and Belinda got on her knees in front of him and I got down beside her!  We pressed our cheeks together and opened our mouths in front of Johnny while he got himself off!” Marcella rattled off.

My two beautiful women knelt before me, just as they had eight years earlier, cheek to cheek, eyes closed and mouths open.  As in the past, I first aimed at Belinda.  After just a moment’s more work, A stream of warm white spunk exploded from the tip of my cock, straight into Belinda’s mouth.  I turned to Marcella, not quite beating the clock as another stream of jizz splashed on the corner of her open mouth.  The third shot made it in and I spun back to Belinda for another blast.  The volume of cum diminished with each spurt, but I took care to make sure to give each of them as much as I could.  Finally, I was spent. 

I heard Belinda swallow first.  Then Marcella.

Belinda took my ultra sensitive post-orgasm phallus into her mouth for one final suckle before offering it to Marcella one last time.  Then the two of them lovingly kissed until the small amount of cum that had missed the bulls-eye was completely gone.

I leaned back, out of breath and knees shaking.  Marcella stood up and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard and wild on the mouth. 

“Hey, that’s not how it happened.” I laughed through labored breaths.  

Marcella and I never actually kissed until about five years after that day.

“Thank you.” she smiled.  “That was perfect.”

DEJA VU – PART 2: JOHNNY

We cleaned ourselves up and decided we should eat something.  I put my slacks and T-shirt back on and the girls redressed themselves in Gracie’s old clothes.  I don’t know why we hadn’t just stayed naked.  Maybe it’s just human instinct to cover up.  Anyway, Gracie had always dressed kind of slutty, which I had never appreciated before that day.  Belinda and Marcella looked really hot in her old clothes. 

“So, who’s next?” Marci asked as she sat at the counter.  “Belin?” she wondered aloud.

Belinda was seated beside her.  “Let’s do Johnny’s first.” she smiled.

“Okay.” Marcella casually agreed.  “So, what’s your favorite memory Chico?” she asked.

I pulled a loaf of bread out of the fridge.  “Mine’s kinda stupid.”

“What’s stupid about it?” Marci asked.

“Well…  We didn’t even have sex in mine.” I confessed as I tossed some lunch meat on the counter.

“Hmm…” Marci pondered.  “So your favorite thing to think about when you jerk off doesn’t involve sex?” she asked me, clearly confused.

“Well, it’s sexual, but we didn’t actually have sex.” I said.  “Do you guys remember that time we came over here for the weekend when my Dad and Barbara went out of town for Gracie’s cheer leading thing?”

They both sat behind the counter looking confused.

I went on. “The whole house was empty for the entire weekend, so I told my mom I was going camping with Chuck and you guys told your parents you were going to Ft. Worth for a concert or something, and we all stayed here and got wasted?” 

I watched the memories return to them slowly.  “Anyway, it was the middle of the day and you two were laying out by the pool and you were both pretty buzzed.  When I came outside you both wanted me to titty fuck you….”

“Oh shit, I remember that!” Belinda laughed.  “We were drinking wine coolers, right?”

Marcella looked at Belinda.  “Yeah, we were drunk and you were telling me about different sex stuff you guys had done and you told me that your tits were too small to do that!”

“Right!  And I said we should get him to do it to you since your tits were bigger!” Belinda laughed.  “Oh my god, we were so wasted…”

Belinda and Marcella asked me to tell them everything I could remember.  

I laid it all out for them during lunch.  Then in the interest of authenticity, we each drank about five glasses of wine.  Then the two of them stripped out of Gracie’s old clothes and put on their panties.  There was no need to find replacements for bikini tops because they hadn’t been wearing any that day.  I put on a pair of my dad’s old shorts as a bathing suit substitute.  The two of them then walked outside and headed up the steps to the pool deck and got into position and we began to re-enact my favorite memory…

I couldn’t (and still can’t) remember why I had gone inside that day, or why I had been gone for almost an hour.  Anyway, I stepped out onto the back patio and saw the two of them up on the sun deck that overlooked the pool.  We were all three pretty drunk despite the fact that it was only around two in the afternoon.

“Hey sexy boy!” I heard Belinda drunkenly call out.

They both sounded hilarious that day because they were genuinely pretty buzzed, but were also ‘pretending’ to be drunk.  It was hilarious.

“Did you come out here to look at our titties?” Belin giggled.

The pool deck was about five feet off the ground.  The whole thing was fenced in lattice work, but on a sunny day, any of our neighbors could have easily made out what was happening.  They were both topless and for all I knew, our neighbors across the fence had already been watching them for hours.

Belinda squeezed her beautiful bare breasts in the warm sunlight.  She then cupped one in each hand and began sensually massaging them as she cooed at me.  Marcella watched on and giggled with glassy eyes.

Belinda then brazenly stood up from her deck chair.  She went on to pull the cushion from her chair and drop it on the sun deck.  She knelt down on it and motioned for Marci to join her.  As Marci knelt down beside her, Belinda continued to moan dramatically and massage her own tits.  She was giving me bedroom eyes and through a slur, she asked me “Don’t you wish your dick was between our beautiful breasts?”  

Marcella giggled as Belinda drunkenly ordered me. “Bring us your hard cock!”

I took the steps two at a time.  My cock was indeed already rapidly hardening at the site of their beautiful firm breasts bathed in sun light.  Knowing that a few of my neighbors might be able to see what we were doing only turned me on more. 

I could easily see how drunk Belinda was.  Marcella was right behind her.  I wasn’t quite as torn up, but the way things were going, I didn’t mind at all.  I flashed them a grin and slipped out of my shorts.  When the elastic band popped over my groin, it sent my cock into a slow bounce like a diving board.

“There it is!” Be giggled, kneeling before me.  She pulled me in close against her body and happily pushed her small tits around my cock.  They had already covered their bodies with baby oil and they were both glistening in the sun.  

“Yeah, fuck that…  ha-ha..  Fuck my tits.” Belinda demanded.  They were both giggling like silly little girls.  Belinda then said to Marcella “Hey!  Let’s make him do something else…  Let’s make him fuck your tits.”  

Marci laughed again before dramatically stating “I want a hard cock between my tits!”

They were drunk, and it almost felt like they were ‘acting’ like they were in a porno, only neither of them were very good at acting…  It was the most bizarre combination of eroticism and comedy that I would ever see.

Marcella scooted closer to Belinda.  Her larger and darker C-cup breasts hung freely in the warm summer air of my memory.  (Or in the mildly nippy spring air as was the case that day.) 

I stepped over to Marcella and leaned into her.  My cock lay flat against her chest.  She giggled again as she pushed her breasts around my pole.  Belinda then reached over between her glistening tits and held the tip of my shaft against Marci’s chest. 

“I’m pushing it in and up and down and up and down.” she drunkenly moaned as Marcella began to bounce her tits around my shaft.

I began to move my hips, sliding my cock in and out of Marcella’s cleavage.  She was staring up into my eyes.  She licked her lips and said “It’s making me horny.”

Belinda pulled her hand away finally.  “I like watching…” she said distantly.  “Maybe after you he can fuck my tits again.” she said as she focused in on my cock.  Then with a bit more drama than necessary, she asked “Will you fuck my tits again?.. Please?”

Marcella backed away from me and I turned back to Belinda.  I remember getting the feeling that she wanted to prove herself.  I placed my cock against her chest and she did her best to push her small tits around me again.  Marcella watched intently and encouragingly said “Oh, that looks so good!”

Belinda didn’t miss a beat as she slid her oiled cleavage up and down my pole.  “I’ll make your cock feel really good…” she moaned.  “Look how hard this is, it’s almost up to my face.” she beamed.  “I wish I could just lick it…”  

I began to rock my hips a bit faster, and she pushed her breasts together even harder as she loudly blurted out “Oh, yeah!  Fuck my titties!”  She then began making mock sex sounds.  “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!  Fuck my little titties Papi!” 

As much as I was enjoying all of her effort, I was standing at a strange angle and my cock kept popping out from between Belinda’s small breasts.  “Why don’t you straddle one of us?” Belinda offered up as a solution.

“Yeah, straddle me!” Marcella giggled.

“Yeah, straddle her!” Belinda drunkenly agreed.

Marcella lay down flat on her back on the seat cushion.  At that point, I had never done that with anyone but Belinda before and I was really excited about seeing how it would feel doing it with someone with larger breasts. 

Marcella’s round tan tits looked absolutely beautiful covered in oil and bathed in sunlight.  Belinda knelt by her side and invited me to climb on. 

“Now, you get right on here, right over her…”  Listening to Belinda talk drunk was hilarious.  I’m doing my best to replicate it as I’m writing this, but I’ll never do it justice.

I threw my leg over Marcella and lowered myself down onto her.  I felt my balls come to rest on her upper stomach and heard her let out a drunken giggle.  Belinda then said “Now, right between her tits and then you fuck it.”

Marcella let out a huge deep laugh at that.  Belinda joined her briefly as she realized that what she had said sounded so funny. 

Finally, Marcella cocked her arms out to the sides and placed her palms on the outsides of her beautiful tits.  She then pushed them together around my cock.  At that moment, even though we were all a little drunk, the mood turned more serious.

“Now fuck those tits.” Belinda demanded. 

I started out slow, gently easing back and then forward. 

“Yeah, give her a good titty fucking.” Belinda reeled.  She then left Marcella’s side and knelt down above her head.  She reached down and placed her fingertips on the head of my moving cock to keep it down and avoid having it pop out from between Marci’s glorious mounds. 

“See?  You have big fuckin’ tits Marci…  I wish I had big fuckin’ titties…” Belinda mused.

“I love your tits.” I told Belinda.  It was true.  I did, though I have to admit, fucking Marcella’s tits was much more pleasurable.

“Yeah?..  You love my titties?” she asked with a devilish pout.

“Yeah.” I moaned as I pushed deeper into Marcella’s cleavage.

“I want titty-fucking.” Belinda purred.

I don’t know if she had been jealous of Marci’s bigger chest, or if she felt she had something to prove, or if she just actually wanted it, but either way, Marci released her breasts and I climbed off of her.  She then sat up and handed the cushion over to Belinda.  Be then lay on her back and pulled me on top of her.

As Belinda mashed her tits together, Marci reached down and pressed the tip of my cock downward so it wouldn’t pop out.  As I began to slide in and out of Belinda’s cleavage, she moaned “Yeah, titty fuck these boobs.”

Belinda kept saying drunken funny shit and despite Marcella’s efforts, my cock kept popping out from between Belin’s small tits.  After several slip outs, Marcella developed a different method to hold it in place.

In order to keep my cock angled downward, Marcella formed a ring with her thumb and index finger around the base of my cock.  She had only done it to aim my cock down and guide it into Belinda’s cleavage, but she kept it perfectly still and very tight, so in essence, I was fucking her hand and Belinda’s tits at the same time.  It was also much more effective, and I found myself quickening my pace and really beginning to enjoy myself.

It was quiet for a little while after that save for my own moaning.  Marcella wore an expression that read ‘all business’ and Belinda looked to be very proud of herself.  I had done this with Belinda before, but had never cum as a result, so I was genuinely surprised when I felt an orgasm slowly building up deep inside me.  Belinda must have realized it too because she noticeably mashed her tits harder together as I rammed my cock in and out from between them.

An enormous smile spread across Belinda’s face as she giggled “Fuck my tits! Ha Ha!  Fuck my itty bitty titties!”

I moaned louder and fucked her tits even more aggressively.  Marcella then did the one thing that I would always think about when I jerked off to that memory.  Instead of simply using her hand to hold my cock downward, she began to slide the ring she’d made of her fingers up and down as I continued thrusting. 

What she was doing wasn’t just to help Belinda anymore.  She was actively trying to get me off and that drove me absolutely crazy.

Belinda took notice of what was happening and blurted out  “Yeah, jerk that fucking cock until a cum load’s shot right on my little tits…  My little b-cups.”

My cock then slid completely out of Belinda’s cleavage and Marcella changed her grip and was then fully stroking me as I started to wince.  “Ohh Fuck!” I shouted.

“Oh, you’re gonna cum?..”  Belinda queried.  “Cum on my tits.” she giggled as she continued squeezing and massaging her oil drenched tits beneath me.

It was then that Marcella really went for it.  Using her entire hand, she jerked me tight and hard.  I looked down at my oily cock slipping in and out of Marcella’s tight fist, just above Belinda’s beautiful oily gyrating body.  The breeze was cool and the sun was bright.  I let Marci jerk my cock with a slippery fist until I spilled a hot load of cum between Belinda’s tits and up onto her neck.

I knelt above Belinda panting as she giggled below me.  Marcella casually licked a small droplet of semen off of her thumb and then smiled at me.  “See.” was all she said.  

She had been right.  It was just like being back in that amazing summer eight years before.  It made us all feel young again.

DEJA VU – PART 3: BELINDA

So, dear reader, you’ve made it this far…  Before I go on, you should know that what you are about to read is the entire reason I started writing all these stories down in the first place.  This night was the defining moment that led to my life being what it is right now.  I’m currently working as a writer.  I currently live with Belinda and Marcella. (Hope that didn’t spoil the ending for you, but, come on. You knew that was coming, right?)  We have an interesting lifestyle and as a result, I have a lot more stories to share after this one, but this was the one event that set it all in motion.  So, here it is, and thank you Belinda.  I love you every day.

Back in March of 2007. 

Belinda was in the shower.  Marcella and I were sitting in the hot tub talking about how fun the day had been and speculating on what Belinda’s favorite memory might be.  She had mentioned the bathroom at Chuck’s house.  

During parties at Chuck’s house in the summer of ’99, the three of us would often sneak off to the bathroom to fool around and even sometimes have sex.  We disappeared together often enough to be pretty certain that our friends probably caught on to what we were doing in there.  There had been a lot of parties and a lot of trips to the bathroom, so we didn’t know exactly what Belinda had in mind and the anticipation was driving us both crazy.

After about fifteen minutes, Belinda finally stepped out of the house. 

She walked, completely naked with damp spirals of hair hanging in all directions, over to the hot tub and climbed in to join us. 

“Okay mystery woman…” Marcella began.  “We’re dying to know what we’re doing next.”

“Okay.” Belinda smiled.  “We can only do part of mine because it technically didn’t really happen the way I fantasize about it.” she opened. 

Marcella and I sat, intrigued as she went on.  “It was one of those nights that we were partying at Chuck’s house.  We had all gone into the bathroom together like we did sometimes, only that time, SOMEBODY forgot to lock the door.” she said, eye-balling me.  “Anyway, we were all kinda goin’ at it when Hillary walked in on us.”

“I remember that!” Marcella and I simultaneously blurt out.

Hillary was a member of that old group.  She notoriously got shit-faced at every party back then.  Nine out of ten times, she would end up taking her shirt off, or making out with some random guy or girl, or generally doing something outrageous.  She was a thin blonde girl with a pretty face.  Anyway…

“So, I can’t remember exactly what we were doing at the moment that she walked in, but it was very clear that we were busted.  Anyway, she just said ‘sorry, sorry.’ and ran out.” Belinda explained.

“Riiiiight?…” Marcella coaxed her to go on.

“So instead of going back to the party after that, we just locked the door and kept going, remember?” Belinda asked.

“Yeah.” I said.

“Well, what I fantasize about is that it all happens the exact same way, only instead of leaving, Hillary stays in the bathroom with us and watches us all have sex.” Belinda finished.

Marcella and I were left speechless.  Finally Marcella asks what we’re both dying to know. 

“So you want the three of us to ‘do it’ in front of somebody else?”

“Uh-huh.” Belinda blushes.  “Remember that night we played truth or dare, when you would dare me and Johnny to do stuff or he would dare us to do stuff with each other?..  Well, part of what I liked about that so much was being watched by the other person.” Belinda explained to Marcella.  “Knowing that you were watching me jerk him off, or sucking his dick made it feel so much dirtier.” she paused.  “Then whenever he would watch us make out or go down on each other and we would get him to jack off…  I got so horny being so dirty in front of someone…  Anyway, by late in the summer, none of us were really watching anymore because we were all doing it.  So, when Hillary walked in on us that night, I was scared, but later on I started wishing she had stayed.  I wanted to do all of that shit right in front of her.  I wanted her to see me being all slutty, getting fucked from behind while I ate out a girl…  Just thinking about it is turning me on.”

I had caught glimpses of what an exhibitionist Belinda was deep down inside when she would put on little shows for me with Marcella, but I had no idea it went as deep as it did.  I was loving all of her honesty and the fact that she wanted to revel in her kinkiness. 

“I always imagine Hillary because she was always wasted and taking her shirt off and suggesting we all play strip poker and stuff, so I felt like she would have been into it.” Belinda said.

I was so turned on by everything she’d said that I couldn’t think of anything to say.  Marcella was silent too. 

We had all seen Hillary the day before at Dan’s wedding.  She looked roughly the same as she had back in ’99.  She was white.  Blue eyes and blonde hair.  She was thin and a little taller than Be and Marci.  She also had bigger boobs that we’d all seen numerous times that summer.

“She was at Dan’s wedding.  We could call her.” I said.

Belinda looked at me.  “No way!  I just meant we could pretend she was there or something.”

Marcella interjected. “Why not?..  None of us even live in the same town anymore…” 

“No.  She’s friends with all our friends.” Belinda reasoned.

“So?  She’d have just as much reason to keep it quiet as we would.” Marcella retorted.

“That’s only if she actually goes through with it.” Belinda volleyed.  “What if we asked her and she said no?  The first thing she would do is tell everyone.”

I was picturing it in my mind.  Crazy Hillary, watching the three of us in action wasn’t so hard to imagine. 

“I bet she would do it.” I said.

“Me too!” Marcella exclaimed.  “She was always wanting to take her top off!  She was always hooking up with everybody.  Shit, she probably would’ve made a move on Johnny if you two weren’t together back then…  Plus, how many times did she get wasted and end up making out with one of the girls from Chuck’s job?…”

Marcella had a point.  We all sat silently staring at Belinda.  She closed her eyes tightly and finally said “Fuck it.  Let’s call her.”

After we had sat around and formed our plan, it was decided that I should make the call.  I called her up and told her that Belinda, Marcella and I were still in town and wanted her to join us for dinner.  She happily accepted the invitation.  I then took Marci and Belinda to their houses to shower and change.  We were all to meet back at my dad’s house at 8PM.

I got back early and cooked up some lamb chops and rice.  Marcella and Belinda arrived around 7:30. 

Marcella was wearing a jean skirt and black, low cut blouse under a jacket.  She wore her hair down and tussled.  Belinda sported an extremely short black skirt.  The top she was wearing is tough to describe.  It was almost like a thinly looped netting with small sparkling colored jewels all over it.  I’d never seen her wear it before and assumed that she would usually wear a bra or camisole underneath. 

That evening, she wore it without either and I could very easily make out her nipples through the loose weave.  It clung close to her body, but wasn’t tight enough to mask the natural bounce and sway of her tits when she moved.  Had I seen any girl wearing that out at a club, I would’ve had no respect for her and assumed that she was a raging slut.  Basically, I loved it!  Her light brown hair was left naturally curly and pulled up in a pony.  I reached down and softly pinched her left nipple which had found its way through the loose weave of her top.  “Going all out, huh?” I smirked as she kissed me hello. 

“Tonight’s about showing off, right?” she replied with a warm smile.  “I thought this would be appropriate.”

We all agreed that we still wanted to go through with it and at 8PM on the nose, Hillary arrived with a bottle of wine.

I offered to take her coat and she gladly slid out of it.  She was wearing short white shorts and a black blouse that buttoned down the front.  I have to admit, she looked really good. 

The next two hours were filled with dinner and lots of wine drinking.  As beautiful as Marcella and Hillary both looked that evening, I couldn’t peel my eyes away from Belinda.  I was shocked that Hillary hadn’t brought up the obvious fact that Belinda’s nipples were clearly visible through her top.  Seriously, If you squinted your eyes, it looked as if she were sitting there at the dinner table topless. 

Finally, Hillary asked if we were planning on going out after dinner.  We told her that we had planned on staying in for the evening.  To that, she finally said “Okay, good.”  She then directed her words at Belinda, playfully saying “I just wanted to make sure because if we were gonna go out, you should probably know that I can totally see your nipples through that top.” she laughed.  “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a hot top.  I just wanted to make sure you knew…”

Belinda smiled back and laughed.  “Don’t worry, I know.  I knew it was just gonna be us tonight, so I didn’t really care if everybody could see my tits.”

I loved the way Belinda just dismissed it like that.  She liked the attention.  She liked knowing that a room full of people could look at her tits.  In fact, I’m pretty sure, she wanted us to. In all honesty, I’ve seen a lot more of that top and others like it since that night, and it’s very seldom that anything is worn underneath.

The conversation moved forward, but from that point on, there were more and more subtle remarks and sexual innuendos.  We basically all got pretty buzzed and had a lot of laughs.  We were keeping it playful. 

As the night wore on and the wine flowed, we gradually confessed everything to Hillary.  We finally dropped the bomb and told her that the three of us were in love and that we were all going to live together.

“Oooohhhh.” Hillary said, wide eyed and frozen.  After a beat she went on.  “So the three of you are…  a couple – er -uh.. an item or whatever?”

“Yeah.” Marci smiled.

There was a long stab of silence as Hillary rifled through her thoughts and searched for a ‘politically correct’ way to articulate what she was thinking.  She finally just gave up. 

“Okay, I don’t mean to be inappropriate or anything, but so like, how does that work?  I mean, do you all sleep together, or do you take turns with Johnny or do you guys have like a girl on girl thing?…”

We all laughed and the mood lightened enough for Hillary to smile along with us.  Marcella giggled “All of the above.”

As the laughter died down Hillary said “Wow…  That’s wild you guys… but if you’re all happy and into it then…  You know…”  She lifted her glass again.  “Cheers!”

Hillary was the first person that we ‘came out’ to.  We found out that it wasn’t nearly as hard as we all thought it would be.

I finally leveled my eyes at Belinda.  “Do you want me to tell her?”

Belinda blushed and hesitated for a moment.  Finally she quietly said “Okay.” 

The wine helped.

I looked at Hillary.  She was staring at me wide eyed with the beginning of a smirk at the edges of her glossed lips.  “Back in the summer after our freshman year of college…”

“I remember that summer.” Hillary smiled, her cheeks beginning to flush red.  “The three of you were always sneaking off together.  Oh my GOD has this been going on since back then?”

“Yes.” I continued.  “We were young and we did a lot of uh…”  I stammered as I searched for the correct word.

“Experimenting.” Belinda offered.

“Experimenting!  Thanks honey…  Experimenting with each other.  So today, we were talking about a lot of the different things that the three of us did that summer and sort of…” I stumbled.  “…Sort of ‘re-enacted’ them.”

Hillary waited patiently for me to go on as she shifted in her chair.  She crossed her legs toward Belinda who could see what difficulty I was having.  Belinda found her courage and took over for me.

“Basically we were re-enacting each of our favorite memories from that summer.” she lightheartedly explained.  “We did Marcella’s first and then we did Johnny’s.  We were gonna do mine last, but we couldn’t, since part of it involves you…”

Hillary’s expression didn’t change.  Her eyes remained wide as she blurted out “Are you talking about the time I walked in on you guys in the bathroom that night?”

“Yes.  You remember?” Belinda asked her hopefully.

“Oh my GOD, are you kidding me?  I totally remember that.” She giggled.  “I walked into the bathroom and you guys were all going at it!” she smiled at me.  “I just thought you guys were really drunk or something.”

It was quiet for a moment before Belinda reluctantly continued.  “So-”

“I’ll do it.” Hillary interrupted, with bright eager eyes.

“What?” Belinda giggled.

“Well, you just told me how you were reliving all these sex memories all day and that the only one you couldn’t re-create was the one where I walked in on you in the bathroom, so…  I’ll do it.” she smiled with the wild look of excitement that only kinky sex acts can bring about.

Marcella sighed and began to smile too.  Belinda was mildly embarrassed but smiling too.  She didn’t say anything else after that, so I spoke up for her.  “There’s a little more to it…”

“What?” Hillary asked, clearly intrigued.

“No Johnny, that’s enough, really.” Belinda protested through her blushing cheeks.

Hillary fixed her wide eyes on Belinda.  Grinning from ear to ear, Hillary prodded.  “What?  Come on, tell me.”

Belinda was beet red.  “This is a lot more uncomfortable than I thought it was going to be.”

“Come on, I don’t give a shit.  Tell me.” Hillary pried.  I couldn’t tell if Hillary was just really cool or if she was overwhelmed with curiosity.  Remembering the wild party girl that she used to be, I figured maybe it was both.

Belinda smiled through a thick wine buzz and said “When I think about it in my head…  I imagine that you stay in there with us…” she shyly raised her eyes to meet Hillary’s “…and watch.”

Belinda was clearly bashful about everything that was happening.  Mercifully, Hillary didn’t let her mire in silence for very long.  She glanced around the room, still wide eyed, but now openly smirking. 

“So you want me to watch the three of you have sex?”  She paused for a moment and none of us spoke. 

Shy smiles circled the room until Hillary finally burst out “Okay!  So what do we do first?”

Belinda got up and gave Hillary a warm hug as they both giggled drunkenly.  Then we got right to it.

The truth is; not one of the three of us could remember what we were doing at the exact moment that Hillary had walked in on us that night, so we asked Hillary if she remembered.

“Johnny was leaning up against the sink.” she began.  Then she smirked at me.  “And you were naked.”

“You saw me naked?” I asked.  “How do I not remember that?”

“You were pretty drunk.” she laughed.  She searched her memory and went on.  “Belinda was…  on your left side standing next to you and the two of you were making out.”

“Was I naked?” Belinda asked.

“No.” she said to Belinda and Marcella.  “You were both completely clothed, but Johnny was totally naked.” she said.

“Ha-ha!” Marcella laughed, poking me in the chest.  “You gotta get naked!” she giggled.  “What about me?  What was I doing?”

Hillary turned a brighter shade of red as she giggled “You were uh…  Let’s just say you were on your knees in front of Johnny.”

All four of us let out a great howl of laughter.  Once the laughter had died down Belinda told Hillary what to do after she came in.  She asked her to just step inside and lock the door behind her.  Hillary asked how to know when to come in and Belinda told her to just finish her glass of wine and then come. 

Hillary agreed and Belinda hugged her one more time and said “Thank you so much for doing this!”

The three of us left Hillary to her glass of wine in the living room and walked into the master bedroom.  We were all smiling like giddy little kids as we walked into the master bath and closed the door, making sure that we left it unlocked.

Belinda’s smile was electric as she pushed me up against the counter top and threw her arms around my neck.  She kissed me deep and wet the way she had when we were nineteen.  “Ugh, I’m so fucking excited right now.” she whispered, grinning ear to ear. 

She took a step back as Marcella came up on my right side.  Belinda began to unbutton my shirt as Marcella came in to kiss me. 

“Hey!  No kissing.” Belinda pouted, jokingly.  “You guys didn’t kiss back then, remember?”

Marci didn’t bat an eye.  She just backed off from me and focused on Belinda.  “I’m just kidding Marci.  I don’t care if you guys kiss.  That’s not the important part anyway…”

Marci then kissed her softly on the lips and said “It’s your fantasy.  We should do it however you want.”

Belinda thought for a moment and said “Seriously?”

“Uh-huh.” Marci moaned before another slow kiss. “I kinda liked the fact that me and Johnny didn’t ever kiss back then. It made all the other stuff we did even hotter.”

“Okay.  Don’t kiss him then…  Just so it’ll feel more real.” Belinda smiled.

Marcella resumed softly kissing her as Belinda finished unbuttoning my shirt.  She pushed it back over my shoulders and if fell silently to the tile floor.  She leaned into me and began to kiss me as she pulled at my belt.

Marcella stood beside her and squeezed her breasts through her extremely revealing top.  Belinda continued kissing me as she popped the button on my jeans and then worked the zipper downward.  Before my pants could hit the floor, she reached forward and found my fully engorged cock with her soft palm and wrapped her fingers around it, instantly beginning to loosely stroke me in slow motion.

My pants fell around my ankles and I kicked them away.  There I was, against the sink, completely naked and it had only taken thirty seconds. 

In keeping with her character, Belinda did what she might have done eight years earlier.  She turned to Marcella and kissed her wet and hard.  When she pulled away, she hissed “Do you wanna watch me suck his dick?”

Marcella responded in kind.  “Yeah baby.  Suck his dick.”

Belinda dropped down to her knees.  I reached over and squeezed Marcella’s breasts through her top as Belinda took me into her mouth and began to lovingly stroke my cock with the wet ring of her lips.  Marcella stared down at her.  “Mmm.  I love watching you suck cock.”

After a short while, Belinda stood up and kissed Marcella again.  “Can you taste it?..  Sikiş hikayeleri Can you taste his dick on my lips?” she panted.

“Mmm-hmm.” Marcella moaned.

“Do you wanna taste it?” Belinda hissed as she stroked my wet cock.  “Do you wanna put that big dick in your mouth?”

“Mmm…  Yes.” Marcella whimpered.

Belin turned to me.  “Would you like that baby?  Do you want my best friend to suck your big dick now-huh?  Do you wanna put your big fat cock in my best friend’s mouth?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I groaned as I gripped the counter top.

Belinda kissed Marcella one last time and then urged her.  “Suck his cock Marci.  I wanna see you suck his big fat cock!” she moaned.

Marcella dropped down to her knees in front of me and pulled me into her eager mouth.  

Her lips were soft and warm.  At first, Belinda just held onto me and watched her.  I was watching her too. 

“Yeah, suck that big cock baby.” Belinda cooed.  “Suck that cock for me.” she said as she turned to me and closed her eyes.  We shared a deep long kiss as Marcella pushed and pulled her mouth up and down my steel shaft. 

We were in position.  My stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of another person entering the room and watching us behave so deviously.  I began to imagine it in my mind.  The more I imagined Hillary’s eyes staring at the soft lips easing up and down my cock, the more excited I became.  The anticipation was building into a crescendo.  Seconds later, the door knob began to turn…

Hillary stood in the doorway with the same wide eyed smirk she’d been wearing all night.  I knew that I was going to be the only naked person when she entered and had wondered if I would feel at all bashful.  Now that it was actually happening, I found that I didn’t mind in the least.  In fact, I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would.  I looked dead at Hillary as she took in the situation.

“Oh, excuse me.” she blushed.

Belinda opened her sultry eyes and very seductively stared back at Hillary.  Hillary reluctantly took a step forward and pulled the door closed behind her.  She then turned the lock, just as she had been instructed to, before leaning back against the door.  Belinda stared at her and licked her own lips as she placed her hand on the back of Marcella’s head.  It was surreal.  It was beyond erotic.

“Mmm…  Do you guys mind if I stay for a while?” Hillary giggled.

Belinda responded by shoving her tongue into my mouth as she pushed Marcella’s head into my crotch.

“I like your top Belinda.” Hillary smiled.  “I feel like I’ve been staring at your nipples through it all night.”

The bathroom was big, but not so big that Hillary was more than five feet from us.  Belinda continued to stare at her with a wild animal lust in her eyes. “I think I’m supposed to wear a bra with it, but I didn’t really feel like it.” Belinda softly moaned.

“You like being looked at?” Hillary smiled, taking on a more serious demeanor.

“Uh-huh.” Belinda cooed. 

Something strange was happening.  I thought that Hillary was just supposed to watch us, but Belinda was very openly interacting with her.  Belin seemed eager to please Hillary too.  It was really interesting to watch their interactions.

“Do you like watching?” Belinda asked as she slid her fingers around the base of my cock as Marcella pulled down another wet stroke.

“So far.” Hillary smiled with a raise of her eyebrow.  Then her brow furrowed as she looked directly down to Marcella’s lips sliding up and down my hairless cock.  “Is…  Is he shaved?”

Marcella then took her mouth off of me as Belinda removed her hand.  Marci giggled as Hillary went wide eyed, admiring my smooth, spit covered erection.  “Oh my God…” she trailed off as Marcella slid her lips back over my manhood.

“You like?” Belinda purred, smiling at her once more before pulling Marcella to her feet.  “You like kissing girls, right?”

Hillary blushed.  “Sometimes.”

Belinda pulled Marcella in close. “Have you ever watched two girls kiss each other?”

“Yes.” Hillary reluctantly admitted.

Belinda then shoved her tongue into Marcella’s mouth with no inhibition whatsoever.  Hillary stood and watched on, unflinching. 

Belinda then pulled Marci off to the side a bit to give Hillary a clear view of my throbbing cock as she she gripped it and began to slide her fist up and down the length of it.  Hillary made no attempt to avert her eyes.  She stared down at the show and smiled. 

“Do you like watching me stroke Johnny’s big hard cock?” Belinda asked sensuously.

Hillary shyly bit her lip.  “Yes.”

It was clear to me then that Belinda was a full blown exhibitionist.  She was pulling out all the stops.  Belinda released my cock and began to unbutton Marcella’s blouse.  Belinda then slid the blouse off of Marcella’s perfect torso.  It was then carelessly tossed aside as they resumed kissing passionately. 

Belinda then busied herself with the clasp on Marcella’s bra.  It was undone in an instant and tossed on top of her blouse on the tile floor. 

By that time, I had begun to lightly stroke my cock as I watched the show unfold, occasionally stealing glances at Hillary.  She was fully engrossed as well although I did catch her shoot a glance my way when I began to touch myself. 

Marcella’s back was to Hillary, so she hadn’t seen Marci’s breath taking tits yet, but they were in full view for me and Belinda.  I studies her tan orbs for the hundredth time that weekend as Belinda took Marci’s hand and placed it on my cock.  Marcella then took over stroking me as Belinda began to unzip Marci’s skirt.

“Do you think it’s weird that I like watching Marcella jerk my boyfriend off?” Belinda oozed.

Hillary was briefly at a loss for words.  She finally sighed “I guess not.”

Marcella was just two or three feet in front of Hillary.  As Belinda pulled Marci’s skirt downward, it caught and stubbornly held on to her beautiful round ass.  Belinda pulled harder with no luck as she continued deeply kissing Marcella.  With another quick tug, the skirt finally came down to reveal Marci’s beautiful tan ass.  The skirt fell to the floor leaving Marcella naked, save for a skimpy black thong.

“Doesn’t Marci have the most amazing ass?” Belinda mused as she slipped her fingers into Marcella’s waistband and slowly slid her panties down to her feet.

“Uh-huh.” Hillary whispered.

With Marcella and I both completely naked, Belinda stepped around us toward Hillary. 

We weren’t sure what would happen next.  Hillary briefly tensed up as Belinda reached around her waist–
–and unlocked the door.

She led Hillary by the hand into the master bedroom and sat her down on the small sofa beside the bed.  She then leisurely shoved me onto the bed.  I checked to see if Hillary was still smiling and she was. 

Belinda then took Marcella to the side of the bed near the love seat and sat her down facing Hillary.  Marcella went along with every movement without question or hesitation.  Belinda reached across the bed and placed my hand on my cock.  She glanced over her shoulder and spoke to Hillary. 

“Sometimes, Marci and I like to put on a little show for Johnny.”

Hillary leaned back into the love seat, wide eyed and giggling.

“Have you ever been with a girl before?” Belinda asked as she began to push Marcella’s naked thighs apart.

“I’ve made out with a few.” Hillary replied.

Belinda made a show of bending at the waist in front of Hillary.  Her micro skirt rose up, revealing her lower ass cheeks as she went on.  “Have you ever gone down on a girl before?”

“No.” Hillary shifted, leaning slightly forward.

“Have you ever watched two girls together?” Belinda softly purred as she delicately licked Marcella’s inner thigh.

“Not in real life.” Hillary admitted.

Belinda softly kissed Marcella’s inner thigh less than an inch from her glistening hairless slit.  “Mmm…  What do you think of all this?” Belinda queried.

“It’s pretty dirty.” Hillary exhaled.

“Uh-huh.” Belin moaned as she softly kissed Marcella’s outer lips. 

She had cocked her head to the side, placing her cheek against Marcella’s left thigh so that Hillary had a clear view of the unfolding events.  I had already begun stroking my cock, but Hillary’s eyes were glued to Belinda.  “Do you wanna see me lick her pussy?”

Hillary glanced up at me and then back down to Belinda.  “Okay.”

Belinda was moving slowly and oozing sensuality.  Hillary watched in awe as Belinda placed a fingertip on either side of Marcella’s pussy and spread it open, further exposing Marcella’s little clit.  She then opened her mouth and pressed the tip of her soft tongue against Marcella’s pleasure button.  Hillary stared at her tongue as it flicked Marci’s clit up and down.  Marci began to softly moan as Belinda flashed a glance at Hillary.  “What if Johnny put his cock in Marcella’s mouth right now?..  Would you like that?”

Hillary was getting more and more into it.  “Mmm-hmm.” she said almost under her breath.

I stood up on the bed and positioned myself by Marcella’s beautiful face.  She glanced up as I brushed my cock against her cheek.  She then turned her head and wrapped her warm soft lips around me.  She began pulling me in and out in slow deep strokes. 

At the sight of that, Belinda turned her face away from Hillary to focus more completely on Marcella’s clit.  She was deliberately bent at the waist and sticking her beautiful ass out, just a couple of feet in front of Hillary.  Marcella softly moaned onto my cock as I stole another look at Hillary.  She was watching my cock gliding in and out of Marcella’s mouth.

Hillary’s eyes darted back to Belinda’s ass as Belinda reached behind her back and grabbed the tight skirt, hiking it up further to show off her spectacular ass to Hillary.  Once her skirt was in a bunch around her hips, Belinda slipped her thumb under the elastic waistband of her panties and feverishly pulled them downward. 

She couldn’t get them past the center of her ass cheeks from the angle she was at.  She could have easily stopped pleasuring Marcella for a moment to pull them the rest of the way down, but she didn’t.  She left them clinging around hips, exposing the top half of her ass and she slid her hand down her tummy and into the slack panties.  She began gently fingering herself right in front of Hillary, albeit behind the loose hanging cloth of her panties.

She began to moan at her own touch.  Within a few moments, she briefly pulled her lips from Marcella’s quivering mound.  “Can you pull my panties down?” she quickly panted before diving back into her work.

Hillary stared blankly for a moment before looking up at me and smiling. 

I couldn’t believe it either.  I knew Belinda well enough by then to know what she was up to.  It wasn’t enough to have Hillary watch us.  Belinda wanted to involve her.  To what end remained to be seen. Maybe it was the thrill of toying with people and testing their limits.

Hillary reluctantly reached up to Belinda’s hips and slipped her fingertips into the waistband of her panties.  She began to pull them downward over Belinda’s smooth tan ass cheeks.  Once past that point, they fell effortlessly to the floor.

“Thank you.” Belinda moaned.

From my vantage point, I could see everything that Hillary was seeing.  Two feet in front of her face, Belinda’s hand was feverishly massaging her own pussy.  She was bent over at a right angle with her legs apart.  Her pretty little asshole was in clear view and she knew it.

“I get so fucking horny watching Johnny get his cock sucked.” Belinda panted.  “Does that make me a slut?” she asked aloud as she fingered herself in front of Hillary.

Again, Hillary was caught off guard.  “…I guess not.” she answered, trying to appease Belinda.

Belinda then reached further beneath herself until her middle finger came to rest on her puckered pink anus.  As she began rubbing it in small circles she went on to say “Do you like watching Marcella suck his cock?”

“Yeah.” Hillary answered timidly.

“Is it making you horny too?” Belinda panted as she slid her fingertip into her asshole.

“Uh-huh…  And what you’re doing…” Hillary grinned.

Belinda quickly turned her head to Hillary as she began to work her finger in and out of her butthole.  “Yeah?” she moaned.  “You like watching me put my finger in my ass?” she baited Hillary. 

“It’s pretty hot.” Hillary smiled.

Belinda then slipped her finger out of her rectum and stood up.  She turned to face Hillary. 

Her nipples poked through the loose weave of her top.  Her skirt remained in a bunch around her hips, leaving her hairless pussy in plain view just two feet in front of Hillary.  She stood with her hands on her hips completely unabashed.  “Have you ever let a guy fuck you in the ass?”

I was enjoying Marcella’s intense blow-job, but neither one of us could take our eyes off of Belinda and Hillary at that point.  Hillary stared up at Belinda with a spark of lust in her eyes. 

“Hell yes!” she giggled.  “I fucking love getting fucked in the ass.”

“Who knew we had so much in common?” Belin groaned sensuously.  “So, are you still into girls at all?”

“It’s been a while.” Hillary smiled up.

Belinda returned her warm smile.  “You said you were staring at my nipples all night.”

“Uh-huh.” Hillary volleyed.

Belinda slid her fingers back down to her moist crotch, lightly diddling herself.  “Do you want me to take this thing off?” Belinda asked mischievously.

Hillary cupped her face in her hands and giggled shyly before looking back up at Belinda.  “Yeah.”

Belinda continued to push her even further, circling her clit with her fingertips.  “You want me to show you my little fuckin’ titties?”

“Okay.” Hillary giggled again.

Belinda then shocked everyone in the room by stepping forward and placing her knee on the sofa next to Hillary.  She then brought her other knee up to rest on the other side of Hillary’s hips.  Hillary covered her face again and giggled “Oh my GOD!” as Belinda straddled her waist with her bare shaved pussy just inches above Hillary’s lap.  Belinda then pulled Hillary’s hands from her eyes.  Hillary turned a whole new shade of red as she dropped her hands down at her sides, draping them over Belinda’s naked thighs.

By that point, Marcella had pulled her mouth off of my cock.  She was staring at Belinda.  So was everyone else in the room.  Lost in my own interest, I sat down on the edge of the bed beside Marcella, eager to see what Belinda would do next. 

Hillary stared up into Belinda’s eyes with a drunken grin plastered to her face.  Belinda then began to wind her body in a serpentine fashion as she grabbed the bottom of the skimpy top she was wearing.  Ever so slowly, she began to peel it away from her bare skin underneath.  “Are you enjoying the show?” she oozed.

“I am.” Hillary answered very agreeably. 

Belinda’s sequined top was just below her breasts as she continued to writhe on Hillary’s lap.  She slowly pulled the top up, revealing her small, but beautiful breasts.  Hillary stared at them. 

It was clear to Marci and I that a strong current of lust was building up behind her eyes.  Belinda finally pulled the top over her head and tossed it on the floor behind her.  She then pulled the bunched up skirt up past her tummy and over her breasts.  She slipped it over her head and tossed it away before climbing off of Hillary, finally completely naked.

Belinda had subtly involved Hillary, and then alienated her by leaving her as the only clothed person in the room.  I recognized her tactics, as I had used them myself before. 

The truth is, I had no idea what Belinda was trying to do.  I had my assumptions, but it didn’t matter either way.  Whether she wanted Hillary to join us, or whether she wanted to torture her all night, I was still having one of the most erotic experiences I had ever had.  Then Belinda handed the reigns to Hillary.

Marcella and I were sitting side by side in front of Hillary.  Belinda stood next to her and casually asked her “What would you like to see us do?”

Hillary looked around at the three of us.  She didn’t expect to suddenly be thrust behind the wheel.  “I don’t know…  It’s your fantasy, right?  What do you want to do?”

Belinda put her hand on Hillary’s shoulder.  “Well, this is part of my fantasy.” she explained.  “I want you to tell us what you want to see us doing.”

“Oh my god…” Hillary chattered as she put her hand over her eyes.  “Anything?” she asked giddily.

“Sure.” Belinda said.

Hillary was silent for a long time.  She finally burst out “I don’t know what to say!  I liked it better when you were telling everybody what to do!” she pleaded.  “I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s okay.” Belinda smiled.  She then looked at me and Marcella.  “I want everyone to be okay with this though.” she said as she sat down on Hillary’s lap.  Hillary didn’t seem to mind.  “I’ve been fantasizing about this for years, so I’ve got some pretty kinky shit in my mind.”

Possibly speaking out of turn, I blurted out “Just go for it.”  I was a little over zealous maybe.

Belinda smiled back to me and then looked at Hillary.  “I’m not worried about you two.”  She then said, “Okay.  I’m just gonna go for it, so if anything happens that’s too much for you, just say ‘pancake.’ and we’ll stop.”

I couldn’t believe we were invoking a ‘safe word.’  (Pancake is still the word we use, just so you know.)

Hillary thought for a moment and then smiled again.  “Okay.”

Belinda excitedly climbed onto the bed beside me.  She knelt next to me and pushed my thighs apart, exposing my full erection and smooth shaved balls to Hillary.  She then bent over me and took me into her mouth just long enough to coat my cock with saliva.  She then took my right hand and held it open in front of her face.  She pressed her flat tongue at the base of my palm and licked it, coating it with more spit before placing it against my smooth cock.  She then turned her attention to Hillary who was seated just a few feet in front of me.

“First I want you to watch Johnny stroke his big fat cock for you.” Belinda moaned.

Hillary giggled into her hand for just a second and then focused in.  I began slipping my spit drenched fist up and down my cock in slow long strokes.  I felt strangely calm.  I watched her eyes follow my fist up and down and grew even harder with each stroke, knowing that she was looking.

“Do you like that?” Belinda began.

“Mmm-hmm.” Hillary answered.

“What do you like about it?” Belinda inquired.

Hillary shifted her weight.  “I like how smooth it looks.”

“What else?” Belinda pressed.

“Mmm… I like the sound it makes.”

“Yeah?” Belinda pushed.

“Uh-huh.” Hillary moaned softly.

Belinda let her observe me in silence for a moment before whispering lustfully “Have you ever thought about Johnny fucking you?”  Hillary looked up at Belinda nervously.  “It’s okay.  Be honest.” Belinda soothed.

Hillary’s eyes drifted back down to my wet cock.  “Yes.”

“What about you baby?”  Belinda purred into my ear.  “Have you ever thought about fucking Hillary?”

“Mmm.  Yes.” I admitted as I watched Hillary’s eyes widen further.

Belinda then kissed me sensuously.  My cock was still standing straight up in front of Hillary as Belinda pulled my hand off of it.  Belinda was about to turn things into a whole new level of kinky.

“Johnny, I want you to look at Hillary.” she began.  “Marcella is gonna suck your cock for you and while she does, I want you to tell Hillary everything you want to do to her.” Belinda moaned.

I was waiting for Hillary to say pancake, but the word never escaped her lips. 

I couldn’t believe what was happening.  I closed my eyes and felt Marcella kneel on the bed beside me.  I then felt her hot breath on my cock, and finally her warm wet lips enveloping me. 

I opened my eyes and let out a soft moan as I slid my palm down Marcella’s back.  I let my wrist come to rest just above her ass crack and slid my middle finger between her cheeks.

“That’s it.” Belinda softly whispered.

I located Marcella’s asshole and began to lightly make circles with my fingertip and then looked directly at Hillary.

“Hillary.” Belinda went on.  “I want you watch Marcella suck his cock.  I want you to watch everything they’re doing.”

Hillary stared straight into my eyes and nervously said “Okay.”

“Now, Johnny…  What do you want to do to her right now?” Belinda panted into my ear.

Marcella’s lips slid effortlessly up and down my shaft.  Hillary’s eyes moved all over the scene before her.  I suddenly felt more than naked.  I was vulnerable. I was exposed.  Would the dark things I revealed make her think less of me?  I finally released my worry and decided to just go with it.  The tension in the room was palpable.

“I want to stand up and walk over to you.” I said, looking directly into her eyes.

“Okay.” she slowly answered with a dry throat.  Belinda then went over and sat down on the love seat beside her.

“I want to stand in front of you and put the tip of my cock an inch from your mouth and jerk off while you watch.” I said as Belinda placed her hand on Hillary’s knee.

Hillary stared ahead.  “Okay.”

“Then I want you to take off your shirt.” I shuddered.

“Then what?” Belinda purred.

“I want you to take off your bra so we can all see your tits.”

“What else?” Belinda pressed.

“I want you to open your mouth and press your tongue against my cock.” I moaned.

Belinda then slid her palm up Hillary’s stomach.  Hillary looked at her nervously as she met her eyes.  “Do you want Johnny to put his cock in your mouth?”

Hillary sat stunned for a moment as Belinda’s flat palm rested against her ribs just below her right breast.  Finally she uttered “Okay.”

Belinda then added “Do you want me and Marcella to watch you?”

“Yes.” Hillary panted.

Belinda then slid her palm up to Hillary’s right breast and gently began to squeeze it.  “Then what would you do Johnny?”

I watched Belinda’s delicate hand massaging Hillary’s firm breast as Marcella’s head bobbed up and down in my lap.  I began to slide my finger into Marcella’s anus.  “I would tell her to get naked.”

“Yeah?” Belinda asked me, massaging Hillary’s breast.

“I would tell her to take off her panties and bend over the couch so we could see her asshole.” I admitted.

Belinda drew her other hand up to the front of Hillary’s blouse and began to unfasten the top button. 

Hillary looked at her with mild panic in her eyes, but she still did not utter the safe word. 

Belinda moved down to the second button.  “Do you want to show off your pretty little asshole?” she giggled.

“Oh my god, you guys are fucking kinky!” Hillary laughed.  Belinda unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and pulled Hillary’s blouse open to reveal a sheer black bra underneath.

“I warned you.” Belinda smiled as she reached up to Hillary’s chest with both hands and began massaging both breasts through her bra.  Hillary briefly closed her eyes and softly moaned into the night. Belinda then slid her hands down to Hillary’s waist and began to work on the button of her white shorts.  Hillary’s eyes popped open and she softly pleaded “Wait!  Wait!”

Belinda continued to pull the button through the hole and whispered warmly “It’s okay.”

Hillary slowly sank back into the couch as Belinda took her hand and guided it into the front of her unfastened shorts.  Belinda then lifted the front of her panties up and pushed Hillary’s hand inside.  “Now, touch yourself and tell us what you want us to do.” Belinda whispered to her.

Hillary sank deeper into the couch as I watched her hand begin to rise and fall beneath the crotch of her panties.  She was still a little bit too shy to tell us what to do without some coaxing from Belinda.

“Do you wanna watch Johnny fuck me?” she asked in a sweet playful tone.

“Okay.” Hillary smiled as she dug her fingers deep into herself.

Belinda pulled Marcella’s face up from my lap.  She then climbed in front of me, facing Hillary.  She put her feet beside my thighs and squatted over my waiting cock.  Hillary watched and fingered herself as Belinda began to rub the tip of my cock on her wet pussy lips. 

“Like this?”  Belinda asked. 

Hillary moaned her affirmation. 

“Do you wanna watch me take this big cock in my tight little pussy?” Belinda hungrily asked.

“Yeah!” Hillary moaned.

Belinda slid down onto me with a low moan.  Her pussy was still tight and felt amazing.  Hillary’s eyes were fixed on Belin’s glistening hairless cunt as it slid up and down my shaft. 

“Have you ever watched two people fuck before?” Belinda panted.

“No.” Hillary panted.

“Do you think I’m a fucking slut because I like getting fucked in front of my friends?” Belinda blurted as she bucked on my cock.

“No.” Hillary answered, trying to be cordial.

“Yeah you do.” Belinda cooed.  “Tell me I’m a fucking slut!” she moaned.

“Okay.” Hillary conceded with a soft giggle.

“Do you think I’m a fucking slut because I like eating girls pussies?” Belinda begged.

“Yes, I think you’re a fucking slut!” Hillary moaned.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Belinda howled.  “Why else am I a fucking slut?” she demanded.  “Because I like to take it up the ass?” she crowed.  “Because I let my boyfriend fuck all my friends and then let him cum in my fucking mouth?” Belinda exploded.

“Yes, you’re a fucking dirty slut!” Hillary moaned as she finger-fucked herself.

I couldn’t believe how wild Belinda had become.  It was beyond my wildest imaginings.  Little did I know, she was only getting started.

“Am I a slut because I want you to take your shorts off so we can all watch you finger your little pussy?” Belinda grunted.

Hillary only thought for a brief moment before she began to rise to her feet.  Belinda continued to chant at her.  “Yeah, show us that little pussy!  Let us watch you finger fuck that pussy!” she growled.

In an instant, Hillary was on her feet.  Her shorts fell down on their own and she hurriedly slipped out of her panties revealing a thin strip of golden pubic hair just above her pink slit.  She then let her shirt fall off of her shoulders, leaving her wearing only her sheer bra.  She fell back down on the sofa and spread her legs wide, giving the entire room a full view of her pretty little cunt before going back to diddling herself.

“Yeah, work that pussy!” Belinda screamed as she bucked up and down on my cock.

I finally took a moment to glance over at Marcella.  She was spread eagle on the bed, rubbing her clit and staring at Hillary.  It was clear that she didn’t mind Hillary’s involvement either, so I went back to focusing on Hillary.  Belinda then continued down the rabbit hole.  “Look at that pretty little pussy Johnny!” she moaned enthusiastically.  “You wanna fuck that tight little pussy, baby?” she asked.

The answer was past my lips before I could even think about it.  “Fuck yes!”

Marcella then slid off of the bed and sat on the arm of the love seat across from us and directly beside Hillary.  She spread her thighs open wide and continued to massage her cunt in long wet strokes.

I suddenly realized that I was on the verge of having an orgasm.  With Belinda bucking on me the way she was and all of the filthy shit that she was saying, it had snuck up on me in a hurry.  I thought for a moment that I might be able to stave it off, but quickly realized it was too late.

“Oh fuck!  I’m about to cum!” I shouted as Belinda hopped off of me. 

All three of them stared as I reached up to my glistening shaft and began jerking it rapidly.

“Fucking cum for us baby!” Belinda shouted.  “Show us that fucking cum.” she purred.  Marcella and Hillary were still vigorously fingering themselves as they waited for me to cum.

Suddenly my stomach tensed and a volcano of hot thick cream erupted from the tip of my cock.  Belinda, Marcella and Hillary all cooed and hooted as a river of goo spewed over my vibrating fist and onto my belly.

I lay, glazed and panting in the center of the bed. As though my orgasm was the deciding factor for the end of the night, once I was spent, Hillary and Marcella gradually stopped touching themselves. 

I panted and silently cursed myself for cumming so early.  I hadn’t even gotten anyone else off the entire night and was a little pissed at myself, even through the glow of my orgasm.  Belinda skipped into the bathroom and grabbed a towel.  She then tossed it onto my stomach as the girls all giggled drunkenly.

I toweled off my stomach as Belinda helped Hillary up from the sofa.  She then smiled at her, both of them giggling, and said “That was so perfect!  Thank you so much!”  She then went on to hug her tightly around the waist. 

Hillary was still wearing her sheer bra and Be and Marci remained naked.  I took a moment to enjoy the sight of Belinda pressing her naked body against Hillary’s almost naked body.  Hillary giggled that she was happy to help.  Belinda gave her one last squeeze, then hopped onto the bed and lay down beside me.

As Marci began to climb onto the bed to lay on my other side, Belinda tossed the towel off of my tummy and said to Hillary “I hope we didn’t get too freaky for you.”

Hillary looked down at the three of us and smiled warmly.  “I had no idea how kinky you guys are!”

“Me neither.” Marcella added as she reached across me and playfully squeezed Belinda’s tit.

We had never had a spectator before, so I began to wonder what would happen now that it was over.  Would Hillary just get dressed and leave?  We had all been drinking.  Should she stay?  If she does stay, would she sleep with us or on the couch?..  All of these idiotic questions suddenly raced through my mind… 

Then Hillary just sat back down on the love seat and crossed her legs.

“So, was it everything you hoped for?” she smiled to Belinda.

“Pretty much.” Belinda beamed.

The atmosphere was suddenly and inexplicably so casual.  Maybe it was because the big moment everyone was anticipating was over.  I had cum so we could all relax…  Maybe.

Anyway, Hillary just sat there on the love seat in just her bra and had a casual conversation with the three of us all lying completely naked in front of her.

“So, am I the first person that’s ever watched you guys do that?” Hillary asked.

“Yeah.” Belinda smiled.  “Well, one time a bunch of people caught us giving Johnny a blow job together in the backyard at some party, but we stopped, you know?  It wasn’t anything like this.”

“You guys are fucking crazy!” Hillary laughed.

“You have no idea.” Belinda smiled.  She then furrowed her brow.  “I feel bad though…  You didn’t even get off.” she said in a sympathetic voice.

“Oh, that’s okay.” Hillary said.  “I wasn’t really planning to.”

“Well you can if you want.” Belinda offered as she cozied into my side.  “It ain’t gonna bother me!” she smiled.

“Really, that’s okay.” Hillary dismissed her.

Belinda was picking at her fingernails.  “Well, what if we all do it?” she asked absently.

“All do what?” Hillary asked.

“Well, none of us got off except Johnny…” she said. 

I bashfully covered my face with a pillow. 

“Oh, no, baby, I didn’t mean it like that!” Belinda laughed.  “No, I just meant that I wanna get off and I bet Marcella wants to get off…  I know you can get off again.” she laughed as she reached down and took my flaccid cock in her hand.  “Come on!  It’ll be fun!” she cheered. 

Belinda then hopped off of the bed and pulled me back over to sit on the edge facing the couch again.  She then pulled Marcella over to sit beside me.  Sitting on my other side, Belinda reached over to my crotch and began squeezing my soft cock in her fingers. 

“Come on, this will be the perfect finale.” she said as she worked my cock back to life. 

Hillary giggled as she and Marcella watched my cock begin to grow in Belinda’s hand.  Before long, I was as hard as an oak again.  Belinda then casually spat on my cock and pushed my hand toward it.  I could see that Hillary’s interest was returning.

Belinda then went over to Marcella and twisted her erect nipple between her thumb and finger.  “Now, you just watch Johnny jerking his big pretty cock…” she said as she slipped Marcella’s hand between her legs.  Marcella giggled briefly before she opened her thighs further and began to gently finger herself.

Belinda then plopped down in the love seat beside Hillary.  Hillary laughed at Belinda’s comical behavior as Belinda pulled at her thigh. 

Finally Hillary relaxed and spread her thighs.  Belinda then took her wrist and guided her hand back down to her little pink slit.  Hillary giggled once more as she threw her head back and submitted to Belinda’s will.

I stared down at Hillary’s little pink pussy as her fingertips began to softly explore.  She had a beautiful little pussy and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.  Belinda then pushed her forward and began to fumble with the clasp on her bra.  Hillary giggled more as Belinda popped it loose.  “You don’t get to be the only person wearing something.” she smiled.

Hillary let the bra slip over her shoulders and down between her feet on the floor.  I hadn’t seen her tits in eight years, but they were still beautiful.  We never discussed her cup size, but I would’ve guessed a large C or small D.  Her flesh was pale and her nipples were light pink.  They were about the size of half dollars and were placed just above the center of her breasts giving them a perky quality.

For the first minute of our mutual masturbation, things were a bit awkward. 

The four of us sat facing each other, silently tending to ourselves, occasionally smiling or giggling at one another.  The lustful mood from earlier had dwindled and now everything just felt forced.  Every so often one of us would giggle to try and break the tension, but it wouldn’t go away for long. 

Then Belinda’s voyeuristic side came out to liven things up.

“Hey Marci?” she called over.

“Yeah?” Marci softly answered.

“Do you know what would be really hot?” Belinda asked.

“What?” Marcella shyly grinned.

Belinda then slid her finger inside herself and moaned “If you got on all fours and made Johnny lick your asshole while you finger yourself.”

I smiled and Marcella giggled quietly.  “Okay.”

She climbed up onto the bed and assumed the position.  Her hand then appeared between her legs and began to work her tight little pussy.  Continuing to stroke my cock, I turned toward her and placed my left hand on her left ass cheek and pushed it open, exposing her puckered little hole to Belinda and Hillary.  I then leaned in and lightly began push my tongue into her rectum. 

She moaned aloud as my wet tongue covered her quivering asshole for a good minute or so before she finally began giggling and turned around.

She resumed her position beside me and looked up at Belinda with devilish eyes.  “Belinda…  You know what I think would be really hot?” she asked.

Belinda returned her smirk.  “What?” she asked.

“…If you suck on Hillary’s tits.” Marcella moaned.

Up to that point, it had all been a show.  We did some pretty freaky stuff in front of Hillary, but no one had laid a hand on her yet aside from a short boob massage from Belinda, and that was on top of the clothes.  

Belinda turned to look at Hillary who was leaning back into the couch and working her fingers in and out of her own wet pussy in slow deep thrusts.  Belinda lowered her head toward Hillary’s chest and looked up at her smiling face and asked “Pancake?”

Hillary’s smile broadened as she arched her back and moaned “Mmm, no.” 

With that, Belinda opened Erotik hikaye her mouth and pressed her wet tongue against Hillary’s pink nipple.  Hillary moaned as Belinda closed her lips around her nipple and tugged at it with her lips.  I felt another surge of blood rush down into my groin as I began to quicken my pace.  Things were starting to get interesting.

Belinda finally pulled away from Hillary’s chest with a wet chin.  Hillary smiled at her, saying “That was nice.”

Belinda then pinched her wet nipple softly and smiled.  “You like it when girls suck on your nipples?” she giggled.

“Does that make me a slut?” Hillary giggled back.

“No…” Belinda feigned thought.  “Hmm…  What WOULD make you a slut?” she paused.  Then she leveled her eyes back at Hillary.  “I know what might make you a slut.” Belinda moaned.  She then nodded her head toward me.  “It sounds like Johnny’s getting a little dry over there…” 

Hillary smiled at her.  Belinda licked her lips just inches from Hillary’s mouth.  “If you were to lean over there and spit on his cock, that might make you a slut, maybe…”

I was bursting with anticipation.  I couldn’t believe how dirty Belinda had gotten and I was loving every moment. 

Hillary took her hand from her crotch and slowly stood up.  Marcella and Belinda stared at her as she placed her hands on my thighs and leaned over me.  I leaned back to give her more room as she bent down further until she was no more than six inches from my cock.  She then opened her mouth and let a long string of saliva dangle from her lips, down onto my throbbing erection.  It finally shook loose from her lip and I wrapped my hand around my spittle drenched shaft and went back to work.  Belinda and Marcella booth hooted their approval as Hillary sat back down beside Belinda.

“That felt pretty slutty.” Hillary giggled.

I was rubbing Hillary’s spit all over my cock as Belinda turned to her and said “It was pretty slutty, but not TOTALLY slutty.” Belinda giggled.

“Ha-ha!” Hillary laughed.  “So, then what would be TOTALLY slutty?” she asked.

“You don’t wanna know.” Belinda smirked.

“Okay, then what would be a little MORE slutty?” Hillary giggled back.

Belinda laughed briefly as she absently slid her fingers over her clit.  “Uh…  A little more slutty would be…” she drifted off in thought.  “Sucking on my tits.” she mused.

“Okay.” Hillary giggled back.

Belinda turned toward Hillary and arched her back.  “Go ahead.” she smiled.

Marcella and I both hooted as Hillary bent over Belinda and drew her puffy nipple into her mouth.  She was half smiling as she coated it with saliva.  She finally pulled away and we were all giggling like little kids again.  Hillary chaffed “Okay, so what would be even more slutty than that?”

Apparently, our kink had rubbed off on Hillary.  She was challenging Belinda now.  She wanted to see how far Belinda would push her.  

Belinda smiled at her and thought for a moment.  “What about letting me suck on one of your tits while Marcella sucks the other one?”

“Bring it on.” Hillary smiled.

Everyone was giggling as Marcella stepped over to the sofa and knelt in front of Hillary.  Hillary leaned back and Belinda and Marcella moved in.  As they tenderly sucked on Hillary’s nipples, the entire mood of the evening began to shift.  Hillary began to moan softly as she fingered herself.

When Belinda and Marcella finally pulled away, Belinda locked eyes with Hillary.  She spoke soft and low.  “You know what would be really fuckin’ hot?”

“What?” Hillary asked, quite seriously.

Belinda rested her hand on Hillary’s thigh and began to slide it upward.  She then looked at Marcella and was met with her dark bedroom eyes.  Marcella took her cue from Belinda and put her own hand on Hillary’s other thigh.  Belinda then turned back to Hillary and inched closer to her face.  She then seductively whispered “Letting me and Marcella fuck you.”

I sat down on the love seat and watched Belinda lay Hillary down in the center of the bed.  I could see how nervous she was about what she had just agreed to.  She had never been with a woman that way and she was visibly terrified.  Belinda then crawled up from the foot of the bed.  Her curly brown hair hung in wild disarray as she slid down onto the mattress beside Hillary, facing her.  Marcella then lay down on Hillary’s other side.

Belinda slid her fingertips up and down Hillary’s lithe body.  She started just above her pubis and drug her fingertips up her belly and between her large breasts.  

Hillary exhaled slowly as Belinda began to tease her left nipple.  Then Belinda leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips.  I watched Hillary timidly open her mouth wider and wider to accept Belinda’s gentle tongue.  

As they began to kiss more deeply, Marcella bent over Hillary’s chest and gently licked her left nipple.  Hillary moaned softly into Belinda’s mouth.  Belinda then rested her palm on Hillary’s flat stomach and began to slide it downward.  

Hillary took a deep breath as Belinda slid her fingertips just over her strip of blonde pubic hair.  Belinda kissed her deeper still as she inched her fingertips downward until they gently rested over her slit.  As Belinda applied slight pressure, Hillary let out a high pitched moan to harken the first time another woman had ever touched her down there.  

Belinda began making slow circles around Hillary’s clit as she pulled her lips away from Hillary’s and turned her eager tongue toward her right nipple.  No sooner had Belinda’s mouth parted from hers than Marcella’s eager lips swooped in and began to gently kiss her.  

Belinda increased her pressure slightly as Hillary and Marcella began to kiss deeply.  Marcella slid her hand over Hillary’s left breast and teased her nipple as Belinda began to slip her finger inside of Hillary’s wet, eager pussy.

At that, Hillary let out an explosive moan.  Belinda went back up to kiss Hillary once more and found Marcella already tending to her.  The three of them all touched tongues as Belinda pleasured Hillary’s groin with her fingers.  

As Belinda slipped away, Marcella resumed her deep kiss with Hillary.  I then watched Belinda sensuously slide her body toward the foot of the bed.  She flashed me a lustful glance as she lay flat on her tummy between Hillary’s thighs.  She then lowered her head and silently pressed her tongue against Hillary’s tight slit.

Hillary’s body began to tighten and flex as she rhythmically panted.  Belinda tongued at her pussy with expert precision.  Marcella continued to lick her breasts, only pausing for an occasional kiss.  

I stared in awe as my two beautiful women deflowered Hillary before my eyes.  A short while later, I saw Marcella raise her left leg and prop it up, effectively spreading her thighs as she lay on her side.  She then took Hillary’s left hand and drew her fingers into her mouth.  Once they were wet with Marcella’s saliva, Marci guided Hillary’s hand down between her thighs.  Hillary timidly began rubbing Marcella’s wet pussy as Marcella went back to kissing her.

Over the next half hour or so, I watched the three of them sensually make love.  They frequently changed positions.  Hillary eventually got her first taste of another woman.  The three of them all took turns kissing, biting, licking and tasting one another.  None of them spoke during all of that.  Their movements were slow and patient.  The atmosphere was drenched in eroticism.

Belinda was lying on her back in the center of the bed.  Marcella was lying on her tummy between Belinda’s thighs, lapping at her smooth slit with great tenderness.  Hillary lay beside Belinda, kissing her lips and neck.  As Hillary lowered her tongue down to Belinda’s nipple, Belinda panted “I wanna get fucked now.”

She then propped herself up on her elbows and turned toward me.  “Come here baby.” she smiled.

I was happy to have a chance to redeem myself.  I wasn’t sure if Hillary would stay involved if I joined in on their fun, but it was a risk I was happy to take.  

What I had been watching them do for the better part of an hour had left me wanting.  I stood up from the love seat as the girls cleared out a spot in the center of the bed.  My cock was still standing straight up.  

I climbed onto the bed between Belinda and Hillary and lay down on my back.  Hillary was still smiling, but kept her distance.

Belinda swung her leg over me.  She was facing my feet, straddling my tummy.  In that moment, it wasn’t about making love for her. She wanted to fuck me and she wanted to put on a hell of a show doing it. I was shivering with anticipation.  She reached down between her thighs, took hold of my cock and positioned it at the soft opening of her flower.  Then, in one smooth motion, she lowered herself down onto me.

Marcella sat to our right and Hillary was kneeling on our left.  I watched Belinda’s beautiful ass bounce up and down on my crotch as I felt our two smooth hairless parts intermingling.  

Marcella leaned over to Belinda and began kissing her deep and wet on the mouth.  To this, Belinda leaned backward into me as she ground her pussy down on my shaft.  Hillary then joined the fray and began squeezing Belinda’s bouncing breasts.  Belinda turned to Hillary and gave her a deep wet kiss as Marcella slipped her hand over Belinda’s tummy and rested her fingertips on Belinda’s exposed and swollen clit.

As Belinda bounced all over my cock and got her tits sucked and squeezed by Marci and Hillary, I felt Marcella’s hand begin to gently massage my smooth balls.  Hillary then took over rubbing Belinda’s clit, but was very careful to keep from making contact with me.  Maybe she was afraid that she would be overstepping her boundaries.  I didn’t know how Belinda or Marcella would feel about it either, although it was clear that they were both enjoying her company at the present moment.  

I began to wonder if Belinda’s exhibitionist nature would lead to more experiences like this one in our future.

Whether it was from exhaustion or just an act of generosity, Belinda finally climbed off of me.  Neither one of us had reached a climax yet, which led me to think that the night was still alive with possibilities.  

Belinda took Marcella’s place on my right side as Marcella climbed onto me.  She feverishly pulled my cock into her glistening cunt and began to ride me reverse cowgirl.  Hillary immediate resumed the position she had dutifully filled when Belinda was the one on top, and began to rub Marcella’s clit as she licked her bouncing tits.

Instead of joining her, Belinda lay down beside me and kissed me deeply before pulling just a few inches away.  She was giddy and smiling like a child on Christmas morning.  She then began to softly whisper.

“Can you believe this?” she quietly moaned.  

I was  too lost in the pleasure I was receiving from Marcella’s tight pussy to answer her.  

She kissed me again and then pushed in close to my ear. In a barely audible voice, Belinda moaned “I wanna watch you fuck Hillary.”

A smile spread across my face. Belinda giggled and nibbled my earlobe. I had already seen what an exhibitionist Belinda had become. Now I was beginning to see her voyeuristic side.

“Do you want me to see if I can get her to fuck you?” Belinda moaned quietly into my ear.

“Okay.” I smiled back before kissing her again.

I then grabbed Marcella by the hips and rolled with her onto our sides so that I was fucking her from behind in the spoon position. This left Hillary behind me. Belinda was clamoring to her knees by Marcella’s head and she eagerly waved Hillary over to her.

I grabbed Marcella’s left leg and lifted it high in the air so that I could penetrate her more deeply. Hillary scurried over to Belinda and they were soon face to face on their knees. The sound of Marcella’s bellowing filled the room as Belinda pulled Hillary in close and began kissing her. I watched their hands begin to explore each other’s beautiful bodies before each of them found the other’s crotch and began pleasuring one another.

Belinda looked Hillary in the eyes seductively and said “Thank you so much for this.” before going back in for another kiss. “This is so fucking hot.” she cooed.

Marcella began to roll her stomach toward the mattress beneath me. She had always loved it from behind, so I followed her lead and rose up to my knees behind her.

I stared down at her beautiful ass as I rubbed the tip of my cock on her glistening bald pussy. As I thrust back into her, Belinda leaned across her back toward me and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me with animal ferocity as I pounded away at Marcella. Hillary was behind her, gently slipping her fingertips across Belinda’s swollen clit.

Amid Marcella’s loud moaning and the slapping sound of my hips repeatedly slamming into Marci’s beautiful round ass, I heard Belinda urgently groan to Hillary. “Rub my fuckin’ asshole!”

Despite having fucked Marcella in the ass the night before, I hadn’t gotten to do that with Belinda in over three years. When she told Hillary to rub her asshole, I immediately began to wonder if she had decided she was ready for something a bit bigger back there. I was even further excited when I saw Hillary wet a finger in her mouth and then reach behind Belinda. Even though Hillary and I had still not had contact, things were rapidly heating up.

Hillary massaged Belinda’s rectum as Belin and I made out. My pelvis continued to smack against Marcella’s beautiful ass as I barreled into her from behind. Belinda’s inner freak began to bubble to the surface again. She unexpectedly turned to Hillary and commanded “Put your tongue in my fuckin’ ass!”

I wasn’t sure Hillary would be down for that. After all, only an hour earlier, she had never even gone down on a girl, let alone eaten one’s ass out.

Belinda didn’t even wait for a response, opting instead to resume passionately kissing me. I kept my eyes wide open though. I had to see Hillary’s reaction.

Hillary simply inched back a bit and bent at the waist behind Belinda. I pounded Marcella with Belinda’s tongue down my throat and watched in awe as Hillary pushed Belinda’s ass cheeks apart and buried her tongue in Belinda sweet bum.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Belinda growled. “Yeah, eat my fuckin’ asshole baby! Eat that dirty little asshole!”

I had always thought of Hillary as being a bit of a slut, but what she was doing now was well beyond my wildest imaginings. Her nervousness had slipped away along with her inhibitions. She lapped at Belinda’s asshole with reckless abandon. I had already been thinking about fucking Hillary, but that image sent me over the edge.

It turned out that I was in luck.

After another minute or so, Belinda pushed me back, away from Marcella. I sat on my haunches at the foot of the bed as Marci rolled onto her side.

Belinda rose back up to her knees in front of Hillary and began rubbing her pussy as she feverishly spoke. “You like eating my fuckin’ asshole? Huh, you little slut? You like eating my asshole?”

Hillary just moaned aloud.

“You little fuckin’ slut! You want some cock now?”

Hillary couldn’t answer other than to moan again.

“Is that what you want you little fucking slut? You want to fuck my boyfriend’s big fucking cock?”

“OOH FUCK YES!” Hillary finally bellowed.

Marcella began fingering herself as she watched the exchange. Belinda pressed on. “Yeah? You wanna fuck my boyfriend you little slut?”

“Yes!” Hillary moaned as Belinda pinched her nipple hard.

“Tell me! Tell me you’re a little fucking slut and you wanna fuck my boyfriend right in front of me!” Belinda demanded.

OH FUCK! I’m a little fucking slut! Oh, I’m a dirty slut and I want your boyfriend’s cock in my tight little pussy!” Hillary released.

“Yeah?” Be pressed further. “Tell me how you want that fuckin’ cock! Tell everybody how you like to get fucked!”

“From behind!” Hillary panted.

Hillary got down on her hands and knees in the center of the bed, putting her beautiful athletic ass on display for everyone to admire. Belinda and Marcella each got on either side of her. Marcella reached below her and began rubbing her waiting cunt as Belinda hung a glob of spit over her exposed rectum.

The spit landed squarely on Hillary’s asshole and dribbled down to her smooth pussy lips. As I scooted forward, Belinda shoved her tongue into my mouth before withdrawing and urging me “Fuck that little slut baby! I wanna see you fuck that little pussy good!”

Recalling how Hillary had openly admitted enjoying anal sex earlier in the evening, I began to rub the tip of my cock through Belinda’s spittle on Hillary’s asshole.

“Yeah, rub that big cock on her asshole!” Belinda hissed.

Hillary moaned again as I slid the tip downward to her slit and forcefully rammed my cock up her tight little pussy.

Hillary squealed with delight as I began rocking into her. Marcella fell back onto the bed and spread her legs for me. As she began to make a show of rubbing her smooth little box, Belinda bent down and lay her head on Hillary’s right ass cheek.

‘If this is the kind of shit that Belinda and Marcella are going to be into…’ I thought. ‘…Wow.’

I was excited at the prospect of Belinda wanting to perform in front of on-lookers. Now I was beginning to understand that she didn’t only want to be watched. She wanted to watch too. I began navigating all of the possibilities that this could lead to in my mind.

Would she want to watch me fuck other girls?

Would she want to watch Marcella fuck other girls or guys?

Would she want to fuck other guys while we watched her?

Each though filled my imagination. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of sharing either Belinda or Marcella back then, but I had to admit that the thought did turn me on in some strange way. I was then suddenly jerked back into reality by Belinda’s urgent voice.

“Fuck that pussy baby! Fuck that tight little pussy!” she growled as Hillary’s fevered moaning filled the room.

“Does that feel good baby?” Belinda cooed. “Does that pussy feel good?”

“Oh, if feels so fucking good!” I panted.

“Let me taste that fucking pussy!” Belinda commanded before opening her mouth wide.

I pulled my gleaming cock out of Hillary’s gushing hole and rammed it deep into Belinda’s mouth. She sucked me in for five or six strokes before spitting me out to go back to Hillary’s warm little fuck nest. I then registered from the corner of my eye that Marcella was turning over.

She got on her knees beside Hillary and stuck her ass up in the air. I then saw her glistening finger reach around from her side. She immediately found her puckered little rectum and slipped her finger deep into her asshole.

This was something I would see Marcella do a lot over the years and it turns me on even more each time.

I grabbed Marcella’s ass and pulled her closer to me. She scooted down to be side by side with Hillary as she continued to work her middle finger in and out of her asshole. Belinda then noticed the pattern and positioned herself on all fours on Hillary’s right side. I finally figured out that they had made a little ‘line-up’ for me.

I had seen this in porn movies before and had always wanted to do it…

I slid my cock out of Hillary and stepped over to Marcella and quickly dipped my cock into her waiting pussy. After a moment, I stepped behind Hillary again and pushed back into her. I then stepped behind Belinda and slipped into her warm hole.

If this was a glimpse into the future, I couldn’t wait!

I stayed inside of Belinda for a while, enjoying her rough panting. Far to my left, I stared at Marcella’s finger, still working deep into her anus. I forcefully muttered “Yeah, finger fuck that tight little asshole for me.”

What I hadn’t expected was for Hillary to think that I was speaking to her! Her hand suddenly disappeared from between her legs and reappeared over her right ass cheek. Her glistening finger tip began to massage her puckered little hole before gently slipping inside.

This was what you’d refer to as a ‘happy accident.’

Knowing that Hillary liked anal and then seeing her sliding her finger in and out of her butt was enough for me to make another bold move. I slid my middle finger into my mouth and covered it with spit. As I continued to pound Belinda, I reached over to Hillary’s ass and slid my hand beneath hers. Her hand then disappeared beneath her body again and re-emerged down between her thighs. She resumed massaging her clit as I forced my wet finger up her ass.

Thank god I had gotten that first orgasm out of the way, because this went on for a while. All three of them were moaning loud and saying all kinds of dirty shit to one another. I suddenly began to sense another orgasm coming. I caught it early enough to slip out of Belinda’s warm cunt and take a short break. I then stepped over to Marcella who was still jamming her middle finger in and out of her own asshole.

Marcella had the most amazing ass…

Once I felt I had recovered enough, I slipped my cock effortlessly into Marcella’s pussy. I fucked her without mercy, yet she continued to ram her finger in and out of her ass. Belinda then crawled forward and got in front of Hillary.

Hillary continued fingering herself, bent over the bed as Belinda shoved her ass in Hillary’s face. Belinda made no demands. She no longer needed to. Hillary was hers now and she did exactly what Belin wanted her to do.

I watched, amazed as Hillary shoved her open mouth into Belinda’s ass.

Belinda moaned out as Hillary’s thrashing tongue found her sphincter again. “Oh fuck yeah baby! OH FUCK! Eat my fuckin ass baby!” Belinda panted.

As I watched Belinda get her asshole cleaned, Marcella began to slam backward into me. She moaned louder and louder as she dug her finger deeper into her own asshole. The muscles lining her vaginal wall tightened around my cock as she screamed her way through a reality bending orgasm. As she began to shudder and tense up, I slowed my rhythm to long deep strokes until she was completely spent.

‘One down…’ I thought.

I slid out of Marcella and she fell onto her side on the bed, drunk with pleasure. Then the moment I had been waiting three years for finally arrived.

I turned my attention to the two writhing bodies to my right. Belinda was on all fours in the center of the bed, fingering herself as Hillary tongue fucked her asshole. Belinda looked back at me with her face twisted in overwhelming sensation. “Johnny!” she moaned. “I want you… I want that cock in my ass!”

Belinda was ready to put on her final show of the night.

Hillary cleared out of the way and looked up at me. Her eyes were on fire with anticipation. Belinda pulled her forward to lay beside her. Marcella lay on her other side. Belinda then fell over on her right side and pulled her knees up by her chest, exposing her wet little pink anus to everyone. I climbed up and lay on my side behind Belinda. Marcella kissed her softly on the lips. “How long has it been?” she smiled.

“Maybe a year?” Belinda admitted with a slight twinge of worry in her voice at the pleasure and pain to come.

“Well, this is your fantasy baby…” Marcella whispered softly. “How do you want this to go?”

Even in that strange circumstance, Marcella was so sweet. Belinda thought for a moment.

“We never did this back then…” she thought. “Let’s do it like it’s really happening for the first time.”

“Okay.” Marcella smiled. With a final soft kiss, Marcella slid back and slipped into character.

“Are you sure about this Belinda?” Marcella feigned shock and concern.

“Yeah.” Belinda mumbled as she found her own character again. “Yes. I want that big cock in my ass!”

“You’re such a fucking slut.” Marcella giggled. “Hillary, can you believe she’s gonna let Johnny put his dick in her ass?.. Have you ever let a guy do that?”

Hillary stretched out on her side behind me and played along. “Fuck, yeah!” she giggled. “I love getting fucked in the ass!” she beamed with over the top dramatics.

“See?” Belinda giggled. “Hillary likes it!”

“Don’t listen to her.” Marci advised as she tossed Hillary a sexy wink. “Everybody knows Hillary is a total slut.”

Hillary giggled back. “Hey! I’m not the one who likes watching her boyfriend fuck all of her friends! If anyone is a slut here’ it’s Belinda!”

Marcella laughed quietly before turning more seriously to Belinda. “Is that right? Are you a fucking slut?” she asked, grabbing Belinda by the jaw. “Are you a little fucking slut that likes watching your boyfriend fuck all your friends? I bet you get off on it! I bet you like watching him fuck all your friends, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Belinda moaned. “Oh, I fucking love it!”

“Is that why you make me watch you suck his cock all the time?– Huh? Cause you’re a little slut?” Marcella goaded.

“Fuck yeah, I’m a little fucking slut!” Belinda moaned.

“Yeah? You want that cock now?” Marcella toyed with her.

“Yeah! Yeah, I want that fucking cock!”

“Where do you want it?” Marcella pressed.

“Oh, fuck. I want it in my tight little asshole.” Belinda purred. “Shove that big fucking cock up my ass!” Belinda moaned.

I pressed my cock against her rectum and held her hips firmly. Hillary and Marcella both stared at the tip of my shaft as I forced it slowly into Belinda’s tight anus.

“OOOHH FUCK!” Belinda bellowed.

“How does it feel?” Marci grinned.

“Oh my god, it feels so fucking good!” Belinda growled.

“Yeah? You like having a big hard cock in your ass you fucking slut?”

“I fucking love it! I love having Johnny’s big cock in my ass!” Belinda howled.

Marci eventually fell silent and went to kissing Belinda and fondling her perky little tits.

Belinda’s asshole felt amazing. She hadn’t been fucked in the ass for a good while, so it was practically like the first time. As I slowly slid in and out of her beautiful little ass, Hillary reached down between us and began to sensuously massage my balls. The entire experience was incredibly erotic.

Belinda wasn’t quite out of kink yet. Up to that point, despite everything we’d done, Hillary still hadn’t had my cock in her mouth.

“Mmm, fuck!” Belinda moaned as she turned to look over her shoulder at Hillary. “Pull that fucking cock out of my ass.” she moaned.

I leaned back and Hillary took the base of my cock and slid the length of my shaft out of Belinda’s gaping hole.

“Mmm.. Now put that fucking cock in your mouth!” Belinda growled.

Hillary hesitated for a moment. She looked at Belinda and was met with a lustful stare. She then looked at Marcella. Marcella smiled at her and licked her lips. It was so fucking sexy I about came right then.

Hillary turned back toward my cock and opened her mouth wide. Impressively, she pulled my entire cock deep into her mouth and sucked it for a few seconds before gagging and spitting it out. She then guided the tip back into Belinda’s gaping asshole.

As I began to fuck her ass again, Belinda pulled Hillary’s face into her own and gave her a sloppy wet kiss. As they parted, Belinda grinned at Hillary. “Now, THAT was TOTALLY slutty.” she giggled.

Hillary went back to massaging my balls as I worked my cock deeper into Belinda’s ass. Belinda raised her left leg high into the air to allow me to push even deeper into her bowels. About that time, Marcella had taken to Belinda’s cunt with her right hand and was practically fucking her with three fingers.

Belinda’s moaning began to increase in volume. Marcella and I saw the signs. Belinda would be climaxing soon.

I began to quicken my thrusts into Belinda’s asshole. Within moments, Belinda released an ear drum shattering scream.

I felt warm liquid spray out onto my balls in pulsing gushes. She screamed wild profanities as Marcella furiously rubbed her clit and pushed on her stomach. My entire cock was up her ass. I continued to feel the warm fluid gush out onto my balls and down my thighs.

That was the day we learned that Belinda is a squirter.

I finally slid my cock out of her tortured asshole. Belinda giggled as she curled up into the fetal position. I looked down at the comforter that was now damp with her fluids.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed as Marcella smiled up to me.

“We got a squirter!” she laughed.

Once the laughter died down, Marcella kissed Belinda softly on the lips. “So, did we live up to the fantasy?”

Belinda responded by grabbing Marcella and squeezing her close. They kissed passionately once more. Then Belinda finally sat up. She looked at Hillary. “You still haven’t cum yet.”

“That’s okay.” Hillary assured her with a smile.

Belinda looked at me as she rebutted. “You should just fuck Johnny until you cum.” she smiled.

“Ha-ha!” Hillary laughed. “Seriously, Belinda, it’s fine. You don’t have to get your boyfriend to throw me a pity fuck.”

“Why don’t you let him fuck you in the ass?” Marcella chimed in. (I love you Marci.)

Hillary looked at Marcella and then back to Belinda. “Seriously?” she asked, genuinely surprised.

Belinda smiled. “In the fantasy, I get Johnny to cum on all three of us at the end, so I still want him to cum again anyway. Is it okay if he cum’s on you?” Belinda asked very casually.

“I guess so.” Hillary giggled.

“I guess he could just jack off on us or whatever, but…” she paused, leaning closer to Hillary “…I think it would be way hotter to watch you take it up the ass.”

Hillary shook her head in amazement. She looked at the floor for a moment. Then back up to my cock which was still rigid. Then back up to Belinda.

“…Alright. Let’s do this!” she laughed.

Marci took over from there. “If this is the big finale, we’re gonna do it right!” she exclaimed as she pulled Hillary into the center of the bed.

Hillary got down on all fours with her beautiful ass up in the air. Marcella then sat down at the head of the bed and opened her legs wide enough for Belinda to sit down in front of her. Belinda leaned back into Marcella as Marcella held her in a loving embrace. “Scoot up some Hillary.” Marcella politely ordered. Hillary obeyed. “Belin, spread your legs.”

“And, what is this all about?” Belinda asked as she kissed Marcella over the shoulder.

It was so beautiful. Aside from the fact that they were both naked, they looked like a regular couple sitting down in front of the couch to watch a movie. They held each other and kissed with such tenderness and love. My heart grew in that short little moment.

Marcella smiled into Belinda’s eyes and then looked up at Hillary. “Since this is the big finish to your fantasy, and since we turned Hillary into a raging dyke tonight, (we all laughed) I thought that since you’re gonna let your boyfriend fuck her in the ass, it was only fair that she go down on you.”

There was another moment of lighthearted laughter as I climbed up onto the bed behind Hillary.

“So, you love getting fucked in the ass?” Marcella smiled at her. Despite all of the taboo things we were discussing, the conversation was remarkably casual.

“Uh-huh.” Hillary answered.

“How long has it been since the last time?” Belinda asked her.

“Like a week?” Hillary pondered.

“Wait..” Marcella interjected with a coy grin. “Do you have a boyfriend Hillary?”

Hillary blushed. “No.”

“OH MY GOD, you ARE a total slut!” Marcella laughed. “Who was it?”

I bent down behind Hillary and pushed her ass cheeks apart.

“This guy I work with.” Hillary answered.

I spit a wet glob of saliva onto her little pink anus.

“Where were you when it happened?” Marcella begged.

I began spreading it around with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh, god… In the bathroom at work.” Hillary admitted

I knelt behind her and grabbed the base of my cock.

“OH MY GOD! You let some random guy fuck you in the ass in the bathroom while you were at work? You are SUCH a slut!” Marcella giggled.

Knowing that Hillary was such a promiscuous little thing kind of made me want to fuck her even more for some strange reason. She went on to defend herself. “He wasn’t some ‘random guy.’ We’ve worked together for like three years.” she giggled.

I began rubbing the tip of my cock on her spittle drenched anus. Marcella reached around Belinda’s relaxed waist and began massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. Belinda reached up and pulled Hillary’s head down into her crotch.

I thrust my cock deep into Hillary’s asshole. She wasn’t as tight as Belinda or Marcella had been, but she still felt amazing. Hillary dug her tongue into Belinda’s wet mound as Marcella played with Belinda’s beautiful tits. I stared ahead at Belinda and Marcella. I listened to them both hooting raunchy words of encouragement to our new little fuck doll.

I realized then that Hillary was nothing more than a play thing. Belin and Marcy weren’t threatened by her in the least. They were happy to have their fun with her and let me have mine too. We all knew that at the end of the day, it was the three of us that were together. Once I understood that, I understood how things would work in the years to come. I could happily watch Belinda get fucked by some other guy, or Marcella sucking one of my friend’s cocks. They could watch me fuck an army of beautiful women. As long as we were honest with each other and we trusted each other, nothing was ever off limits.

I’ve always hated the term ‘swinger.’ just because it sounds so cheap and selfish. What we had was more than that. We deeply thrived on watching each other be happy. It was like reaching enlightenment… but there was sex.

Hillary had been taking it like a champ. She had made use of her nimble fingers and was bringing herself to orgasm. Belinda couldn’t cum again despite Hillary’s best efforts, but she enjoyed herself anyway. Hillary finally reached orgasm just moments before I announced that my own was on it’s way.

Belinda crawled over to Hillary’s right flank and Marcella took the left. Belinda told me to fuck Hillary’s dirty little asshole until I came.

I grabbed Hillary’s hips and laid into her with everything I had and a moment later, I jerked my cock out of her gaping asshole and began violently stroking it, desperately chasing down my own moment of sweet release.

Belinda and Marcella both lay their heads on Hillary’s round ass cheeks and opened their mouths wide as I sprayed a thick swath of cum all over Hillary’s ass and my two girlfriends’ beautiful faces.

Epilogue:

Hillary ended up sleeping over. She slept in the bed with the three of us and left after breakfast the next day. She kissed us each goodbye as she left. Marcella still had a few days until she had to get back to Austin, but my flight home was later that afternoon. Belinda would be flying back the day after.

Before we all parted ways, we spoke about the future. We were all alive with excitement. I came to terms with how I would end things with Amanda. Belinda had to move out of Bruce’s place. Marcella had to finish getting divorced.

What I learned in the next few months was that divorces take forever… Belinda and I got home and followed through with the things we had to do.

I was able to end things with Amanda somewhat amicably. Belinda had a much more difficult time dealing with Bruce. She then moved in with me into my small garage apartment until we could find something more practical.

Then we waited…

It took eight months for Marcella to finally get her divorce. Fortunately, Belinda and I were able to find ways to keep ourselves ‘entertained’ while we waited.

It was then that I started keeping a journal.

Life had become too interesting to risk forgetting.

NEXT: “JOURNAL-001: WAITING FOR MARCELLA”

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Mark The Spot

I was thinking as I walked through the side door of my house that this was probably the worst day of my life. Humiliated at work… no, undermined by a snivelling little shit that worked for me and almost got me fired. To top it all off, my car pool gets screwed up and I have to beg for a ride home. More humiliation… just what I need. Why did I move my family to this town when I was already doing well? Including today, I have asked myself that same question 265 times so far this year.

The house is quiet, almost. I hear a slight moaning sound from upstairs and it kinda turns me on. It must be my wife masturbating again. I love when she does that… it’s such a turn on for me. I’ve caught her before but never let on. If I’m quiet, maybe I can catch her again. Hey, this day might not turn out so bad after all. As I climb the stairs I can feel my own heart beating stronger and my dick is already dripping with precum. Maybe I’ll jack off while I watch her… or maybe I’ll just fuck the shit out of her. The moaning gets louder as I get closer and I peek through the door. I see the comforter all piled up on top of her and there is quite a bit of movement. She must be using the dildo I bought for her… and for me.

It takes me a minute, but I finally realize that she’s not alone. There’s someone on top of her and I can’t make it out. At first I’m totally pissed, but then I realize that I have a raging hard on in my pants and that I’m really turned on. Who the fuck is fucking my wife?! I get my first glimpse when the comforter slides off a bit. This guy is repositioning to get her legs over his shoulders and the comforter drops down. I see a head of light brown hair and a muscular torso. The skin on his back is smooth and hairless. It looks like my neighbor, Dave, but much trimmer. Holy fuck! It’s his son Mark! Oh man, how did my wife bag this young stud? I think he’s like 20 and in his junior year at college. This little prick is banging my wife! Shit! What do I do?!

And then I see the comforter slide down his back. He’s got a fucking nice ass. Oh yeah, I can see his balls from behind as he fucks her. I want some of that. He seems to be fucking her pretty good for an inexperienced kid… and my wife seems to be enjoying it a lot. Without realizing it, I’m breathing louder and I’ve given myself away. They both turn and my wife yells, “Oh my god…no!” Now that I’ve been seen, I enter the room and walk toward the bed. The young stud rolls over into a sitting position next to my wife with his legs spread. He looks nervous as can be and I can’t help but to stare at his softening cock. “Oh, honey… I’m so sorry.” my wife cries, while the hung stud starts to stammer. “Relax” I say and try to speak softly. I tell them that I appreciate them being part of my life fantasy. I tell them that if I can join in, there isn’t a problem. I do my best to convince them that I’m really ok with it and I whip out my throbbing cock to prove it. Does this look like I’m upset? And my wife smiles a little while penis boy looks like he wants to bolt. I say, “Everyone relax and let’s have some fun…OK?”

Mark seems very reluctant to believe me and tries to leave. Dude, you’re not leaving until you come. That’s what you came for and I want to make sure you get it. But you probably get laid alot with that big cock of yours. Not really, he says. Hey babe, I want to see you suck his cock. Would you do that for me, please? She looks at me a little surprised and nods her head. Yeah, I want to see you suck him like it’s the only cock you’ll ever suck. I kick off my shoes and strip in an instant. I kneel on the bed next to her and put my hand on her shoulder and push her toward his manhood. She opens her mouth but turns back to look at me and I’m smiling a little. She doesn’t trust that I’m good with this. I push her a little harder and tell her to get working on that cock before he goes totally soft. She reaches for his meat and grabs it with her fist. She places the head in her mouth and starts to suck him a little. You can do better than that! Suck that boy’s cock, you slut! And with that she gets more into it. Mark lifts he gaze up to my eyes and I’m still smiling. “It’s ok… enjoy it. We’re gonna have some fun.” He closes his eyes and leans his head back. I can see him getting harder as my wife works the head of his dick.

I’m dripping with precum and I lube up the head of my cock with it. I position myself behind my wife and place the head into her pussy. It’s already dripping from her romp with the boy and I’m really turned on to recall that he was in her just a few minutes ago. It makes me want to blow my wad, but I hold back. I’m watching her suck him and I’m admiring his body. He’s very lean and has a beautiful lightly tanned skin that fits him like a glove. I’ve gotten a few good looks at his dad and I can see where he gets his physique from. His dad is pretty hot for 45 and I know he works hard at it. This boy will be just as hot when he’s that old. I like Mark’s hairless chest and his little line of hair that goes from his navel and joins into his pubic hair. The same light brown color as his hair. He’s really hot. My wife starts to moan a little as I ram myself into her. I know what this sound and it means she wants me to cum. No way, bitch… not today. I’ve got other plans.

I pull out and say, “OK, stud… your turn.” He pulls out of her mouth and gets behind her. I want to see you fuck my wife hard with your big cock. As he pulls out, the weight of his dick makes him bounce a little. I stand beside them and put my hand to my mouth for some spit. I lick my hand and deposit some saliva for lubrication. I reach down and grab his cock in my right hand and lube his head. It feels really hard and I can tell he’s bigger than me. He seems a little startled, but doesn’t object. How can he when I’m about to let him fuck my wife? I reach over to my wife and rub her slit. I know she’s still wet and I get her lips slippery. I spread her lips a little and do my best to guide his cock into her. He’s very willing and it takes just a second for him to be inside her. She moans lightly and accepts his hard cock. I slide my hand behind him and feel his ass as I push him into her. I whisper in his ear that I want him to make her scream. He quickens his pace and I am mesmerized by his muscular ass flexing and relaxing as he pumps away at her. She’s very much into it and I can see her pushing back to drive him in deeper.

I grab my cock and start to stroke it a bit. I get the idea that someone should be servicing me. So I move around to my wife’s head and stick it in her face. She reaches up with one hand and stuffs it in her mouth and sucks. She moans a little and I know she’s tasting the precum that has been dripping since I came into the room. She loves it. I move my eyes up from her and I am staring into Mark’s face. He is truly a beautiful boy. His skin is smoothe and clear of any blemishes; he as a strong chin and perfect nose. I’ve never noticed it before, but he could probably be a model. He gives me a nervous smirk and he closes his eyes as him pumps away. I whisper to him how much my wife loves getting fucked by him. He seems to enjoy that and I see a proud look come over his face. I can’t take my eyes off from him and I keep staring at how his body looks so perfect. Even in my best days I never looked like that. I have this overwhelming desire to touch him. So I pull my dick out the bitch’s mouth and I move slowly behind him. I kneel on the bed directly behind him and put my arms around his chest. He stops and seems nervous. I whisper that I’m not going to hurt him and just to enjoy the extra stimulation. He starts to pump away again, but a less rhythmic.

I caress his chest and find both nipples simultaneously and pinch them lightly. I can feel both of them become hard quickly and I know it feels good to him. He seems to shiver a little and I know how much I like that feeling. He seems to relax as I move hands up and down his chest; sliding my fingers seductively over his navel and flirting with his pubic hair. I slide my other hand around to his ass and get the best feel that I can without freaking him out. I’ve got my right hand stroking his chest & stomach while my left hand caresses his butt cheeks. I thought he’d freak over my touching his ass, but he didn’t. He continued on with humping my wife while he gripped her hips with both hands. I decided to get behind him again and hugged him a little. His ass kept bumping into my semi-hard penis and I started to get hard. I brought my face closer to the back of his head and just breathed in his youthful smell. He smelled so young… I just can’t describe the smell, but I had it once… probably when I was his age. I couldn’t believe it when he leaned his head back on my shoulder. He rolled his head a little bit and kissed my neck lightly. Oh, fuck, what does he want from me? Does he want me to kiss him? After a few seconds I find that that’s exactly what he wanted. With his eyes half closed he rolled his head slightly to line up with my mouth and I found myself kissing this young guy full on the lips. Even his breath smelled young! His lips were so soft and his mouth kissed me with his full power. I enjoyed it so much that I felt like I was melting. The little bastard was making me melt! How the fuck did he do that?!

I don’t think my wife knew what was going on, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was kiss and fondle this kid. It was almost like I was his age again. When we finally broke our lip lock, I let him get back to pounding my wife from behind. But I didn’t want to let him go and found myself kissing the back of his neck, his shoulders, and down his back. I slide my hands down his butt and reached the left one between his legs and stroked his balls. His balls were a good size and they hung evenly in his sack. There was very little hair on them and I fantasized that he shaved them. I had a mental picture of him holding his sack in one hand while he shaved with the other. He let out a little moan and I decided to hold them firmly and he seemed to really like that. I fondled them gently and he slid his cock in and out of my wife’s vagina. He started to pump a little faster and moaned as if he were about to cum. He started to slam into her and that got her really hot to the point of screaming. She screamed, “FUCK ME!” It didn’t take more than a dozen more strokes until he was jamming his swollen cock into my wife hard and he drained his load into her. I held his balls as he came and I could almost feel the cum squirting out. I put my arm around him as he came and held him tight against my chest. There was almost a strange bond that I felt to him. Maybe it was the fact that we’ve both fucked the same woman. Maybe it was our kiss. Maybe it was both.

My wife moved forward and he followed her without pulling out. He lay on top of her as they both were breathing hard. I should have been jealous of her doing him. But I was actually more jealous of him. I wanted more of him, but didn’t know how to get it. My luck changed pretty quickly when my wife announced that she needed to “clean up.” Kind of an obsession with her to be clean and I was glad she didn’t do it just to me. With a nervous smile she left the bed with her hand cupping her twat; waiting for spillage. I was alone with Mark and I didn’t know what to say. I leaned closer to him and told him how much I enjoyed having him there. What I really wanted to say was that I had an overwhelming desire to be with him more and make love to him. Before I could get another word out he said, “can we meet later… just the two of us?” After that, I just about lunged at him and pinned him down on the bed. I couldn’t wait to kiss him some more and I was thrilled that he wanted me. I felt like a teenager again and I felt him up like I have never touched skin before. He responded in ways that I never imagined. He stroked my back while I was on top of him and he kissed my neck and throat; giving me Sex hikayeleri a full-body chill. If you’ve never had a man kiss-suck your adams apple… you haven’t lived.

I felt sexually ravenous at that moment. I didn’t give a fuck if my wife was listening or watching… I had to have more of this young guy. I flipped him over and kissed him from shoulder to toe. I worked my way back up the inside of his thighs and kissed him forcefully. I spread his legs and got a look at his anus. It was so hairless and pink, it was almost like another mouth waiting to be kissed. His balls were resting against the mattress and I couldn’t resist kissing his tight hole. I was half-expecting it to be sour and bad smelling, but the son of a bitch even had a great smelling ass hole. I started to shake a little with horniness and I just kept kissing his hole and rubbing my tongue around in a circle. I actually put my entire mouth over it and licked with the full length of my tongue. He moaned and arched his ass up a little, pushing it in my face. I didn’t mind… and in fact, I loved it! I finally worked up the nerve to push my tongue into his hole and he let out an “ohhhhh” sound. No doubt, that felt good. I made him squirm quite a bit and I was very proud of myself for satisfying him. Just as I really started getting into it, I heard the toilet flush and it was obvious that our encounter was about to end. He whispered, “can I see you later?” and I said, yes. Then my wife appeared in the doorway with her robe on. Are you guys getting to know each other better, she asked. I smiled and said that we were doing just that.

My wife suggested that we all just kind of snuggle in bed for awhile. Mark said he had to go soon, but would stay for a few minutes. We all piled into the bed, Mark in between us, and snuggled and giggled. My wife said that she would never suspect me of being into this type of thing. I told her that there was a lot about me that she didn’t know. We both held onto Mark and we both kissed him lightly.

This was great, I thought, but I couldn’t wait for later.

PART 2
I couldn’t wait to finish dinner so that I could find a way to go over to Dave’s house and see Mark. My wife and I didn’t talk about our adventure from earlier today. She just kept kinda looking at me and giving me a strange guilty smile. We obviously couldn’t say anything in front of the kids, so we just kinda teased each other with it. She’d say stuff like, “do you want me to put that in there for you?” as she referred to the meat in the oven. Like I don’t hear the sexual overtone. Then I’d make some comment about her trying some new wine and getting her fill of it… and how satisfying it was. It was so sexual.

I was so excited, like a little school girl, and wanted to just be near Mark again. But how was I going to pull this off without Dave knowing I wanted to make love to his son? And how fucking sick is that that I want a kid that is have my age… shit, even younger than that? But he started it; he kissed me first. And it was him who asked to see me again.

I knocked at the door, trembling a little. Hi, Dave! I was wondering if we could talk about this fence I’m planning to do in the Spring. I want to make sure that what I put up is OK with you; I want us to continue being good neighbors. Got a few minutes? Then there he was, standing in jeans and no shirt. There is nothing sexier than a young half-naked guy in jeans… especially when they are hanging low on the hips. “Hi, Mark. How are you today? Are you on break from college? Great, how’s it going? You know I wish I were back in college sometimes. It was a really great time for me and I learned alot about life. Doing well? Great!” He then said, “Hey, Mr. A… can I ask you for a favor?” Sure, Mark… what do you need? I need to go to a sports shop in the next town over, but my dad is leaving for a meeting. Would you be willing to take me, please? Sure, Mark, When? Tonight. No problem… let me just get a coat and I’ll pick you up… after I’m done talking to your dad… OK? Cool.

The little bastard is sharp and I’m grateful. He’s thought this through… at least to the part where we can be together and no one will think anything about it. I start my foolish ruse about the fence with Dave and he seems touched that I care enough to ask him for permission. I really don’t give two shits… I’ll put up what I want. But I needed a reason to get next to Mark and do my best to get into his pants. When I get home I tell my wife I’m going out and leave out the part that I’m taking Mark. She doesn’t seem to care, and I kiss everyone before I leave.

Mark gets in my car and I see he has changed his clothes. He’s wearing black courds that are tighter fitting than his jeans, a white compression shirt and a zip-up jacket… unzipped. He looks just as hot in clothes as he does out of them. As he enters, I can smell that youthful smell again. I breathe in deep and give him a big smile. Hey, I really appreciate this, he says. No more than I do, I say, and he gives me a huge smile. As I pull away from the curb I ask him what he has in mind for the evening. Well, we’d better start at the sports store so I can get something… anything. Then we’ll take it from there. As I drive he starts to tell me how much he enjoyed our encounter earlier today. I confess that it was great for me and that I was surprised at how much I enjoyed him. He verbally replays the encounter and seems to focus on the part where I stuck my tongue in his ass. He said that he has been with both girls and guys before, but what I did was the best ever. I was secretly very proud… but proud because I can tongue a guy’s ass? What kind of future was in that? We talked a little about how his dad would freak if he knew Mark liked gay sex. Mark was his pride and joy and he made sure his boy had the best of everything and nutured his athletic abilities. My dad would absolutely kill me and then kill himself if he knew I slept with men. Your secret is safe with me, Mark. And I’d appreciate if you never told him about us. So we’re even. We arrived at the sports store, named “Dicks”… how appropriate.

It didn’t take him long to find some benign item and he quickly made the purchase and we were off. I was looking at compression shirts like his and just kind of giggled at the thought me wearing one. I’m certainly not fat, but I don’t have the body to be showing anything off. When we got to the car Mark shared that he had already made some plans for us. He said that he found a hotel near by that was inexpensive and they don’t ask for personal info if you pay cash. That was cool with me, and I pressed for how he knew this. Been there before, he said. And that’s all he’d say. This kid seems to have alot more experience than I was giving him credit for; the sly little bastard. That thought quickly left me and I began to think about getting into his pants again. I stared down at his crotch… he caught me and smiled. He slid his hands up and down and all over his crotch and said, “don’t worry, you’re gonna get plenty of this.” Fuck, instant hard-on! We decided that we needed some booze and I asked what he wanted. Wait, you’re 20… I would be adding to the deliquency of a minor. Relax, he said, my parents served wine with dinner. Let’s just get some wine and no one will know. And don’t forget the corkscrew. Oh, I won’t buddy… you’ll get your cork screwed. He laughed at my stupid joke.

We got a bottle of wine and found the hotel. I had plenty of cash, so I offered to pay if he’d go in and get the key. It was a deal and I was relieved that he was willing to do that. I started to tremble a little bit. I don’t know if that was nervousness or horniness. Sometimes I can’t tell the difference when it happens. I was about to have sex with this young guy and I was excited and frightened at the same time. What was I doing? Was this ok? Is this just going to be a one shot deal? My mind was reeling as Mark got back into the car. His shit-eating grin melted my heart and I calmed down. I just wanted to hold him in my arms; even if we didn’t have sex.

I was relieved that the room was on the back side of the hotel so that my car would be well hidden. I’m paranoid by nature and would probably put it back there and walk if it were in view. As he put the key in the door I wondered if anyone could see us… would I be recognized? No one around. Once inside the door Mark took off his jacket, as did I. I seemed a little clumsy as he came toward me. He touched me lightly on my shoulders and slid his arms around me as he put his lips against mine. I couldn’t believe how incredible his lips felt on mine and I held back the desire to grab him and kiss him hard. He seemed to like the tender touch and I was fine with that. He kissed me again and again while we slide our hands all over each other. His compression shirt was a real turn on because I could feel his muscles through the slippery fabric. I was getting hard by just enjoying that. Mark made the first move by getting my shirt up and over my head. He was on his knees in no time and fumbling to get my pants unsnapped. I helped him with the snap and let him take if from there. He was kissing my stomach and tonguing my navel. That felt really hot and I put both my hands on his head and slipped my fingers through his silky straight hair. Everything about this kid was a turn on. He slid my pants down to my ankles and I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the pants. There I was, standing in my boxer briefs with a huge (huge for me) hard on while Mark stroked me all over. I stopped him and suggested that we move over to the bed. He agreed and started to get undressed. I stopped him again and begged him to let me do that. He smiled and nodded.

I pushed him back on the bed and pulled off his Nikes and dropped them on the floor with a light thud. He looked so sexy leaning back on his elbows and I just about pounced on him and started to kiss him. He pulled me down into a forceful kiss and stuck his tongue deep in my mouth. He was caressing my back and squeezing me at the same time. This was an awesome feeling. I was able to break the lip lock and starting kissing his neck down to the collar of his shirt. I ran my fingers over his chest and found his nipples through the silky fabric. They were both hard and I flicked them both with my thumbs. It amazes me how most men don’t know how good it feels to have their tits sucked and played with. I owe that to my wife for showing me how good it could be. I pinched and squeezed his nipples and he got a little chill and giggled. I put my mouth on the left one and nibbled it with my lips. He had his shirt tucked in, so I was forced to have to start with his pants. He was so lean that there was a little extra room to fumble with the waistband. But guys these days always wear their clothes loser than I did at their age. It was easy to unzip his pants and the anticipation I felt was like opening a present when I was a kid. I was wishing for something, but I was pretty sure I already knew what was there. He had on a really sexy pair of silky boxer shorts and I just had to rub my face against it. I was not disappointed to find that he was already rock hard and the silkiness of the fabric just added to my enjoyment of his cock. I kissed his cock through his silkies and at one point was able to nibble his shaft as it showed through the opening. But I wasn’t going there yet… I needed to tease this boy, first. So I slide my hands upward under his compression shirt and pushed up. I got to feel the smooth skin on his stomach (my favorite part) as I pushed it upward. His muscles seemed to ripple a little or maybe it’s just his ribs. Doesn’t matter when its that tight.

I never thought about it before, but it can be really sexy to take another guy’s shirt off; if you do it right. I pushed the shirt off over his arms and ended up palming his arm pits. The small amount of hair there was especially sexy. His deodorant smelled sweet and I ended up rubbing my Sikiş hikayeleri face in his little arm bush. I got back down to his pants and tugged on the waistband. I had to kneel next to him to do this and he lifted his hips to help me. I heard him say, “whoa, dude, did you cum already?” He was referring to the huge wet spot in my boxer briefs. No, that’s just precum you hot little fuck. That’s what happens to me when I get really horny. Oh, dude, that never happens for me, he said. Then he told me what turn on it was. He popped up and lunged face first into my crotch. He sucked the wettest part of my briefs and seemed to suck it clean. He slid my boxers down half way and my cock popped out. He then grabbed it with one hand and pulled himself toward the head. He looked at it for a second and said, “oh, yeah” and stuck the head into his mouth. He sucked it like a pro and I could feel him twirling his tongue all around the head while sucking at the same time. The really wonderful part was when he introduced the tip of his tongue into the penis hole while he sucked and swirled. I tell you what, I’m gonna do that for him because it’s such an incredible feeling. Why can’t women suck cock like that?

I was determined not to cum in his mouth so quickly because I really wanted to savor our lovemaking. I put my hands on his shoulders and gave him a tender push and begged him to not make me cum so fast. He said that he didn’t care because he just wanted to taste my cum. I promised that he would get the full load in time. I also reminded him that older guys take longer to recharge… but I had no doubt I could get it hard for him over and over again. The adrenalin was coursing through my veins. I let him pull my briefs off me and then I lay down next to him. I lay on my left side and ran my right hand over his chest and stomach and made my way down to his erection. I put my hand inside the open fly and stroked his shaft. I rubbed my fingers up and down and finally reached the head. It was a very fleshy head and I just kept rolling my fingers over it and I leaned into him for a kiss. I got that kiss and savored it. It was time to meet his cock face to face. I had been waiting half the day for it. I pushed the silky waistband down and pulled his cock out. It was perfectly shaped and his head was a dark pink and was really engorged. I pushed harder on the boxers and he whipped them off before I could stop him. His cock looked even bigger than it did this afternoon and his balls were hanging lower. They looked like two eggs in a paper sack. I rubbed his balls and lifted on them and let them fall gently back to cover his anus. Then I rubbed them again and stuck my finger directly on his hole and he quivered. I know what he really wants… he told me so in the car… sort of. But first I had to have him in my mouth. I did my best to suck, swirl and tongue his cock, but I just couldn’t do it with the same finesse as he did. I’m sure he enjoyed it, but my jaw was starting to ache. I’m not use to sucking cock and it hurt a bit… not to mention the occasional gagging.

So I decided to rely on my forte. I bet that I could tongue-fuck his ass and make him squirm. So I rolled him over put my head down to his ass. I loved the look and feel of his butt cheeks. The hair was very fine and smooth. I was pretty sure he’d cooperate and I was not wrong. He lifted his butt up a little to help me… although I didn’t need help. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and stuff it under him. I could see his pink hole open a little and I saw it as an invitation. Still a clean smell and I loved looking at how his nut sack blended into is ass. I did all this in seconds and had my mouth down hard over his hole. I wasn’t as gentle as before, but I’m sure he didn’t mind. After a little lubing, I started jamming my tongue into his ass. It feels pretty good to me and I was getting really turned on by it. The more he moaned, the harder I’d tongue-fuck him until finally he begged me to fuck him with my cock. I wasn’t expecting this and was not prepared. Dude, I’ve never done that before. He assured me it would be ok and he said he would help me. He got up and picked up his pants and produced a small tube of lubrication. What a fucking boyscout… totally prepared. He opened the tube and handed it to me.

I squirted a little on my fingers and showed it to him. You’re gonna need a hell of alot more than that, man, he said. He squeezed the tube and it seemed like a handful. Put some on you and some in me, he directed. I dabbed a little on my cock head and put the rest at his back door. He reached behind him and grabbed my hand. He took two of my fingers and stuck them in his ass. I didn’t need any help from there, I knew intuitively what to do. I fingered him for a little while and I thought I’d shoot my wad right then. He moaned a little more and then a little louder. He whisper-whined, “c’mon… fuck me…” So I positioned myself behind him and between his legs. I placed the head of my cock against his hole and rubbed it around. “Stick it in me!” He demanded. I was afraid of hurting him. So I pushed the head in slowly. But Mark had a different plan. He sighed a little as the head went in. Then he lifted up on hands and knees and pushed himself back on me. My cock slid easily into his hole and I was just a little surprised. It felt smooth and silky… just like a vagina, only tighter. It felt incredible to have him squeezing my meat with each stroke. Man, he was pulling all the blood to the head of my penis. Once I realized that I wasn’t hurting him, I got into the rhythm. Instinctively, I grabbed his ass with both hand and started ramming my cock into him. He seemed to love that and pushed back harder on me to make my cock go deeper into him. At one point I could feel my balls slapping against his nut sack as I pounded away at his ass. How can he take me in him like that? It was clear that he had done this before and he clearly knows what he likes.

His moaning was like cheering and it got me really hot. I love it when my wife talks dirty to me when we have sex. He seemed to know that and he took the verbal part to a whole new level. “Fuck me harder! Oh, yeah, you’re so fucking hard. Pound me.” These were just a few of his cheers. I only lasted a few minutes before I told him I might cum. You’d better cum in my ass, or I’ll be pissed, he said. Yeah, blow it inside me! Drain your balls in my ass. That’s all I needed to hear and I gripped his ass forcefully and drove my sperm deep into his rectum. I pumped three good shots into him really hard, and then slowed my pace as my dick softened a little. He was panting and so was I. I can’t believe that I just came in this 20-year-old guy’s ass! I didn’t know it… but it was a latent dream come true. I think the biggest turn on for me is that Mark is a very masculine, athletic guy. He oozes masculinity, but he loves cock. I am so turned on!

I was really grateful for the awesome sex we just had. I wanted to do something nice for Mark. But I just wasn’t sure what he wanted. Mark, I whispered… what can I do for you? He told me that he wanted to make love to me. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I told him I really wanted him to. He pushed me to my back and started to kiss me. His half hard cock flopped like a pendulum as he positioned himself on top of me. We kissed for awhile and he stopped to tell me that he could feel my cum in his ass and it turned him on. He kissed me more forcefully and started grinding his hips into me. It felt really cool to have his penis rubbing against mine and on my stomach. I could feel his cockhead poking at my belly and reached down to stroke him. Mark slid down my body, kissing me along the way. He kissed all around my cock and sack and I was relieved that he didn’t try to suck me. After all, my dick had just been in his ass… how good could that be?

He kissed the underside of my balls and down toward my anus. He nudged me a little to roll over and I did without hesitation. In no time at all he was lapping at my hole and I was totally into it. It felt amazing and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced it before. I’ve done it several times, but no one has ever done me. Whoa, no wonder he liked it so much. He darted his tongue in and out of my hole while lubing me up. My ass was dripping with his spit and it gave me a chill. He nudged me again and I rolled to my back again. He kneeled between my legs and lifted them up a bit. I saw him take the tube of lube and rub it on his cock, and then he put some on his fingers and applied it to my anus. It felt pretty good and I didn’t mind one and then two fingers he inserted into me. It felt very nice and I wondered why I had never done this before. I kept my legs in the air and was wondering what he’d do next. He came up to my face and kissed me some more. He whispered that he wanted to make love to me. I whispered back how much I wanted that but had never done this before. He smiled and said, “cool… a virgin.” I felt the head of his cock against my hole and tried to relax. The first little bit was fine, but as he continued, I felt a burning sensation. It hurt a little bit, but I wanted to please him so I said nothing. I grunted a little as he pushed farther into me. Mark asked if I was ok and I said that I was fine. He was so gentle with me and went nice and slow. In about a minute, he was totally in me and he just stayed there without moving. I guess he was letting me get used to the fullness feeling. He continued to kiss me and told me to stop him if it hurt too much. There was no fucking way I was going to let a little pain stand between me and the most beautiful creature I had ever been with. I was in for the full ride!

I nibbled on his ear a little and he seemed to love that. I kissed him around his face and neck and pinched his throat with my lips. I felt him starting to pump his hips a little bit and I was surprised that it didn’t hurt more. It was more of an aching feeling or like an itch that needed to be scratched. The more he pumped, the more I wanted. I felt like he wasn’t getting in all the way so I lifted my legs a little higher. He must have seen that as a cue and he grabbed my ankles and pushed them up higher. With that he started pumping faster and harder and got into a rhythm. This felt amazing to me. I could feel my own penis start to get hard and I was squirming a little to get the full sensation of his cock in me. Something was very sensitive down there and it was driving me crazy. I was shocked at my reaction and couldn’t believe it when I said, “oh, yeah, fuck me, Mark!” I kept saying it over and over and maybe in different combinations. I think the cheering was good for him too and I could sense he was about to cum. Yeah, cum inside me you stud! I could feel his body tense up and he seemed to be driving deeper into me with longer and harder thrusts. Finally, he let out a little yell and grunted as he pushed deeper into me. I could actually feel it squirting inside me and it felt really cool. He kept pounding away even after he came and then finally slowed and stopped. With his dick still in me, he collapsed on top of me. I stroked his back and sides lightly and he got a chill. I didn’t want this feeling to end, so I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. I felt like I was in love.

All sorts of things went through my mind in a fraction of a second. I started mentally plotting how I was going to make this happen again with Mark. Did he like this? Would he want me again? How much longer was he home on break? How could I get my wife and kids out of the house? Mark interrupted my thoughts with a kiss and he thanked me. No, thank you for an amazing experience, Mark.

We took a shower together and cleaned ourselves up. After we dried off we rolled around on the bed together and kissed and fondled each other. We did a quick 69 and got each other off again. But I must admit to being sore. We never opened the wine but we agreed to save it for our next meeting. We tried dressing each other for Erotik hikaye fun, but I kept whipping his pants down. It was fun and we laughed alot. He kept his hand on my leg for most of the ride back home. And when he got out of the car, I got a little choked up. But he assured me that he’d see me again soon. Hey, Mark… don’t forget the sports gear you bought. Oh, yeah, I forgot.

PART 3
I woke up the next morning listening to my wife’s snoring. I looked at her and recalled the first time I found her in my bed in the morning at college. I was very excited then and very proud of myself for finally getting her in my bed. We had crossed the line between friends and lovers. I was feeling guilty over my encounter with Mark. But it just kept nagging at me. Any new relationship can be exciting, but I couldn’t believe the feelings I was having for someone half my age AND of the same sex. Shit! I’m a total mess… or a total freak… or something totally f*%$ed up.

While I was in the shower, I thought about some ways that I could spend time with Mark. I’m at work all day, so most of the day is shot. Wait! That’s it! Work… that’s perfect. I could get Mark a temporary job at work doing something and I could see him then. As the soap ran down my body, I could see my dick getting harder and I got a little butterfly feeling in my stomach. After I got out of the shower, I woke up my wife and kids. They milled about while I got dressed and we all met for breakfast. As I sat there in my suit and tie eating, I asked my wife what she thought of the idea of my offering Mark a part time job while he was home from college. She said, “what are you trying to do, keep him away from me?” I thought in my head…”hmmm I’m good with that.” I laughed and said that she couldn’t be trusted. I said it in a way that she knew I was joking. But I was glad to see she was thinking it was about her and Mark, and not me and Mark. We joked a little more back and forth, but we agreed that he was a nice young man and could probably use the money. I know Mark’s family is always up and out early… just like us. So I called over and got Dave on the phone. I told him that I had an opportunity for Mark to work while he was home if he wanted it. Dave jumped on it and said he thought it was a great idea. He put Mark on the phone and we consummated the deal quickly. 30 hours per week for the next three weeks at $15 per hour. It was more than I would normally pay anyone for the job, but I wanted to make sure he wouldn’t say no.

Mark said that he wanted to start today and could be ready in ten minutes. I told him business casual was fine, but I would personally prefer him in those low riding jeans. I offered him a ride and he was at my door in exactly eleven minutes smelling clean and fresh. His hair was still slightly wet and I found that really sexy on him. I found myself giving him the biggest smile I had ever given anyone and he returned it with a gleam in his eye. How the fuck did he do that? It was like a sparkle. Oh man, I’ve got it bad for this kid.

We talked very little in the car, but I wanted to say so much to him. I wasn’t sure where his head was at and I was a little nervous that he wouldn’t want to be with me again. After some talk about his future plans after college, he spoke up and said, “will we get to spend any time alone at your work?” Wow, I guess my fears have been eliminated. “I’m sure we can find some place over the next few weeks”, I said and smiled. He smiled back. Hey, you’re not paying me for sex, are you? I laughed and said, “no, that’s not my plan. But if I did have to pay you, you’d be worth a hell of alot more than you’ll be making working for me.” He smiled and laughed. He seemed happy with my answer and he relaxed. The girls at the front desk were thrilled with my new hire. I think all three of them undressed him with their eyes and I know it was a treat for them to see such a hot young guy in our office. I felt a strange sense of pride knowing that I had seen all that they were dreaming about. I introduced him around and he did a great job shmoozing with them. He’s a natural born salesman, I can tell you that.

I put him in an empty office a few doors down from me. Just putting him in there with no experience was far better than the fat troll-hag that I let go. Honestly, she was a sales deterrent. My charity towards her probably cost me a fortune. I told Mark to get settled and spend some time with my assistant to learn the phone and sign-on to the computer. He was in my office an hour later. OK, my man, I’m going to have you make some customer service follow up calls. I will give you a general script of things to cover, but I basically just want you to charm the pants off them. And I am absolutely certain that you can do this. I’m living proof, I whisper and he smiled. I did some role playing with him for a few minutes and he seemed to be a quick learner. I showed him how to read the product sheet that showed what the customer bought and he was on his way. I listened to him make the first few calls and was very impressed with how smooth he was. As I said before, he was a natural born salesman… a real shmoozer.

I stopped in to see him after an hour or so; he was on a call. He looked up at me and gave me a huge smile. As he hung up the phone, I told him that he could take a break whenever he wanted. I headed off to the bathroom to take a leak. One of my indulgences was the staff bathrooms I installed. They were private, elegant, and very clean. I was always a person who liked their privacy in the bathroom. As I approached the door I could see it was vacant and I was pleased. As I reached for my key to open the door, I realized that Mark was right behind me. Without anyone else in the area, he pushed me quickly through the door and locked it. I gotta piss, I told him. He said, “don’t let me stop you.” I went up to the first urinal and whipped out my dick. It was full, but far from hard. I pissed out the two or three cups of coffee I had had this morning. It felt good to relieve myself and I hadn’t noticed how close Mark was behind me. You’ve got a nice dick, he said. Thanks, I said. Can I hold it? Sure, I said. With that, he came up close behind me and put his arms around my waist; his right hand reached down to scoop up my balls and wrap a few fingers around my dick. His hand felt so soft and I enjoyed the feeling of having him press against me from behind. He put his face into the back of my neck and breathed in and out. The warmth of his breath forced me to close my eyes and roll my head to the side. He kissed me lightly on the neck and I felt myself melt as well as my penis stiffening.

Mark whispered into my hair, “are you up for a little fun?” My dick had dripped dry by then and I turned toward him. I’m ready to do you right now, Mark said. You’re on, I said… not knowing what he meant. He slid me over to the wall partition pushed me against it. He slid down my body and pulled my suit pants with it. He was on his knees and put his head in my crotch. He breathed in a deep breath and seemed to be smelling my pubes. They probably just smelled like soap, but he seemed to enjoy it. He quickly kissed my pubes, the section where my dick meets the pubic bone and then started kissing my dick all over. It felt great and my cock responded accordingly. The more he kissed, the harder I got. I was preparing for an awesome mid-morning blowjob from a super stud. He sucked and worked my cock until it was rock hard. Then he suddenly stopped, reached in his pocket, and pulled out some lube. He handed it to me, turned around and whipped his khakis down. He ass was so firm and muscular and I was incredibly turned on. He turned toward the partition, spread his legs slightly and waited. I almost didn’t know what to do… but yeah, I really did. I said, I don’t think we have time for this. He said in a kid’s whiney voice, pleeeeaaaaassseee. I couldn’t say no to him so I quickly lubed myself up and positioned myself behind him. I stuck a little more lube on my finger and plunged them into his hole. His hole was so hot… I thought Ii would finger cum if that were possible.

Mark moaned softly and I knew he was ready for me. I stroked myself a few times to make sure I was hard enough. I held my cock with my first and guided my head toward his hole. I pressed it firmly against his anus and pushed in. My penis seemed to slide easily into him and I was pumping his ass slowly. I pushed deeper and deeper until I got the full length into him. He spread his legs a little more and I saw it as a cue to speed up my pace. So I grabbed his shoulders and began taking deeper and longer strokes into him. He grabbed the top of the partition and pushed his ass into me. I placed my hands on top of his and gripped them while I pounded away at his tight hole. He kept pushing back into me with every stroke I gave him. My cock felt like it as on fire and I could feel the friction between us. He moved his mouth over to the bend of his elbow. He started breathing harder and harder while he tried to muffle his moaning into his arm. For some reason, that was really hot to me. I almost felt like coming. I moved my right hand down his arm to his chest and massaged him slowly as I made my way to his cock. When I got to the end of his shirt, I slid my hand under it so that I could feel his tight stomach and caressed him with a few circular motions. He ground his ass into me and I figured that all of this must feel pretty good to him.

I finally got down to his package and reached under to feel his balls. They were riding higher than yesterday but there was no doubt that he had a pretty big set of nuts. They felt silky smooth as I rubbed them and I’m pretty sure they were freshly shaved. He didn’t need to shave them for me, but I must admit that it was quite a turn on. I just kept lightly rolling them with my fingers and put my fingers around the shaft and stroked him. I turned my fist toward him and did my best to jack him with my fist. I grabbed his dick and squeezed with a little pressure to get him hard and fist-jacked him. I finally worked his dick hard enough to start jacking his full length; rolling my palm over the head of his cock. With my dick buried in his ass and jacking him with my hand, it almost felt like I was beating off with the softest hand in the world. Mark was moaning a little louder and that got me really excited. The fear of getting caught with my cock in his ass was an incredible turn on. He started really rocking his hips back and forth and I could feel his muscles tighten around my cock. That could only mean one thing… he was gonna cum. I was right, he immediately started to shoot his load and most of it landed on the wall partition and some on my hand, and some on the floor. His orgasm and the tightening of his butt muscles sent me to immediate orgasm and I pumped my load into his ass. As I came, I made a muffled grunt sound that was pretty funny. I’ve never heard that sound before and neither had Mark. I couldn’t help but to laugh and the two of us giggled. I kept myself deep inside him for a few minutes as I kissed the back of his neck and panted into his hair. “Oh fuck, Mark. You are going to wear me out, man.” He said, feel free to take a little break. But you’d better get back to work. I laughed.

I told Mark to get cleaned up and I wiped his cum off the partition. I washed my dick in the sink and then decided to piss out any left over cum from my pipes. I pulled my pants up and found a drop of cum, Mark’s cum, right above the knee. Looks like I’d better get these dry cleaned. I wiped the drop from the pants with my finger and stuck it in my mouth. It tasted sweet and tangy and I wished I had gotten more. We got ourselves back together and were about to leave the bathroom. He put his face to mine and we kissed briefly. I think I could have stayed there all day with him. But we had to leave and get back to work. We exited… me first, then him a minute later. Fortunately, no one was around.

Mark did a great job making the calls and actually produced some new sales for us. Is there anything this kid can’t do?

We had some other hot encounters that I will tell you about in the future.

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In A Cheap Hotel

[this story comes before “In The Warehouse” so if you’re keeping track, read this one before that one – David]

Joe watched her from the front window of the pool hall across the street. He shook his head. She was going to go for it. What was it about these little college bitches that drew them to this kind of action? Back in the day, it was only perverts and Bangkok whores who let themselves be used the way she wanted to be used. And the whores were making money from it.

The street was dirty, most of the storefronts had been boarded up long ago. The liquor store sign on the corner flashed ‘–qu-or -to-e’ — the other letters were burned out. A group of half-a-dozen rough looking kids stood outside, smoking and drinking from brown paper bags. Garbage was piled everywhere.

And still, she came.

Joe recognized her car from her description. She parked half a block down from the Brown Hotel, the closest spot that wasn’t littered with broken glass or sleeping bums. Her body was even better than the photos promised – about 5’8 and trim with long blond hair. He smiled. She was a brunette but he told her to dye it blonde or don’t bother showing up. The shiny red dress hugged her body like a second skin. It was tight enough to show clearly that she had no panties. It was cut low enough to show off her beautiful titties, pushed up and together by a new purchase from Victoria’s Secret. The bottom was cut just below her ass, enough that the tops of her stockings showed. Black fishnet stockings and four inch heels. Nobody wore those anymore and he hoped it made her feel every inch the cheap whore she looked.

He gave her fifteen minutes to get the key from the manager, pay him for the room (he wasn’t going to waste his money), and go upstairs and get into position. Joe sat down and thumbed through a magazine, pacing himself. His cock was already hard but he had a lot to do before he’d let himself fuck her. And besides, John was still on his way from the airport.
* * *
Joe went into the room and locked it behind him. She was there, his clean-scrubbed, tarted-up college girl, posed exactly Porno hikayeleri as he’d instructed her. He walked around her slowly, ran his hand down the middle of her back, patted her head.
She was making small gagging noises, her belly moving up and down slowly, but she kept the rubber cock planted firmly in her throat. He’d brought the gear to the room an hour before. It was a simple contraption and she fit into it exactly. He inspected her thoroughly, taking his time, crouching down and going over her inch by inch.

Her knees were exactly fourteen inches apart and held by leather straps into two iron gourd-shaped supports. Her ankles were behind her, toes pointed straight back, the straps at her ankles pressing her shins flat to the floor. Joe ran his finger along the backs of her calves and she shuddered. He knew that the fronts of her feet – stretch as they were – were already getting sore.

Her belly lay across a steel bar, eighteen inches high from the base, just a few inches longer than her femur. That held her ass pointed obscenely toward the ceiling. That and the leather trap that lay across her shoulders. She wasn’t able to buckle that herself, Joe would have do to that and he would soon. But first he needed to inspect her chest. He ran his hand across her chest and nodded, she’d done as she was told. The metal bulldog clips were in place, even though they were outside her dress. They weren’t causing much pain yet but were at least giving her a taste of what was to come.

Joe got up and walked around in front of her, squatting down so he could look her directly in the eyes. Her eyes were watering and she was still gagging on the cock, catching quick breaths in between. Her nose was running and he wiped it with his thumb. Then, he smeared the mucus across her forehead and back into her hair.

Her arms were straight out in front of her, her elbows resting in another pair of iron supports like the ones at her knees. She wasn’t able to buckle those either so Joe took care of it for her. The steel pole that supported her arms also supported the long, black, rubber cock that was pushing past Sex hikayeleri her gag muscle. Joe put his hand gently against the back of her head and pulled her forward, pushing the cock even deeper. She gave a quick convulsion then vomit shot out of her nose and around the cock, splashing all over the steel pole and the carpet. Joe nodded and stepped back, leaving the bile to burn her nostrils and throat.

Patiently, Joe wiped up the mess, cleaning the carpet and his gear, wiping down and rinsing the leather and the brass buckles until they were good as new. He went into the bathroom and carefully took down the plastic shower curtain. She watched him through teary eyes, her nose and throat still burning. The only thing worse that that was how hungry her cunt was. He was giving her exactly what she wanted and now she needed to cum. She moved her ass, swaying from side to side, trying to make herself feel something down there.

“You really are the pig aren’t you? Deviant, worthless slut. Shaking your ass like that’s going to turn me on? Do you think that your” he made quotes with his fingers “hot little cunt is going to get me all worked up?” He leaned close, looked her directly in the eye. “I know you. I am in your head. I own you.” She nearly came as he said it, felt her cunt lips swelling and the juices running down her leg. “Damp, aren’t you?” he laughed. He spit in her face, a big glob that hung from her right eyebrow and slowly slid down her cheek. She came for the first time then.

Joe spread the shower curtain underneath her, protecting his gear. He pressed her head hard onto the cock again and she gagged but this time, she only spit up some bile, most of that through her nose. He watched it run down over her lips and hang in long, thin strands from her chin. Joe picked up the bucket he’d used to clean her up and rested the rim against the top of her head. He knelt behind and beside her, his legs leg pressed between her thighs. She immediately began humping him, grinding up and down as well as she could with the steel bar pressing into her hips.

Slowly, Joe tilted the bucket, letting the watery mess Sikiş hikayeleri drizzle over her head, soaking her hair, her face, and the top of the red dress. She came again, sucking hungrily for air through flared nostrils.

He fucked her ass then, using her cunt juice to lube himself up. When he was finished with her, he pulled the strap across her shoulders and buckled it in place, pressing her chest into the floor and putting painful stress on her back and hips. Finally, he swung the last hinged piece up from the floor. It was measured to fit precisely between her opened ass cheeks. He took the three-inch diameter butt plug and rammed it home, then swung the metal bar upward and snapped the base of the plug into the slot that was cut there. The bar was mounted on a powerful spring. The idea was to tease her and it was working. As soon as it was planted in her ass, she started humping against it. But the spring kept it moving so she never got anything more than a horrible teasing sensation, enough to make her hot but not enough to make her cum.

Joe came around in front of her again. She was completely secured, spit-roasted end-to-end with rubber cock, still dressed but now her clothes were a soaking wet, smelly mess. She was disgusting but that was what he wanted. Let her swim in it for a while.

She’d stopped gagging on the big black cock, her throat must have acclimated to it. That was all right, he had more tricks up his sleeve. He’d pump up the inflatable cock-head later, when John was there.

He looked at her one last time. Her hands were free – nothing restrained her from the elbows forward. When he designed the machine, he gave a lot of thought to that. He could have brought her forearms straight up and secured them to the pole, or taken them behind her back, or even mounted another pole to keep them stable. But in the end, he decided he liked this design. It accentuated how useless they were. Her hands were free, unfettered, unbound, but useless. She had them straight in front of her, fingers intertwined, almost a position of prayer. He leaned forward and kissed the thumbs and she looked up at him. He couldn’t tell because of the huge cock in her mouth, but he thought she smiled.

. . . is the next part ‘off to the airport to get John’? or should the story end here? Send your comments . . .

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