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Aconite and the Draugar

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(Once again, this chapter has a bit of setup. If you want to skip right to the good stuff, look for this symbol: 🌸 enjoy~)

A narrow corridor, carpeted with dust and cobwebs, stretched beyond the doorway. Aconite felt the walls for traps and carefully tapped the floor with her feet. She found nothing. The light of the amphitheater dimmed behind her, and eventually winked out of sight. She waited a moment, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark. A distant sound fluttered to her ear. She focused on it, and identified it as the sound of shuffling feet. She rested her hand on the pommel of her sword as she advanced through the gloom. At the end of the corridor was another landing, this one leading into a dimly lit room shielded by the ceiling. She got to her knees for a better look.

A figure stood about a yard from the bottom of the stairs.

Aconite once again clutched her sword’s hilt, waiting for the figure to make its move. After a moment, the figure turned and shuffled out of sight, its movements stiff and unnatural.

Or, perhaps, it was more accurate to say that its movements were supernatural.

It was a draugr.

Having learned her lesson, Aconite tested the first step with a gentle press of her foot. When the stairs didn’t collapse into a slide, she put half her weight on it. When that, too, proved safe, she knelt entirely on the first step. When the step accepted her full weight without issue, it put her mind at ease. She crept most of the way down the stairs, clinging to the wall to remain as hidden as possible. Each step revealed more and more of the next room. The thing that concerned Aconite most was what lurked within.

She spotted four draugar right away. They shuffled about the room with purpose. They swayed their heads from side to side, milky dead eyes surveying their surroundings, movements rigid but not mindless. They wore the tattered remains of armor from centuries past, rusted, dented, torn, disintegrating into dust. Some of them still had a few wiry locks of hair rooted to their leathery scalps, while others were bald as stones. Most eye-catching of all, they had vulgar flowers growing from their bodies. Aconite shuddered. She wasn’t sure if they could feel anything, but just the thought of the roots crawling under her skin sent shivers up her back. She returned her focus to the task at hand. The room consisted of another long hallway, with only shallow alcoves and half-pillars bulging from the walls to serve as hiding spots. There may have been secret passageways or traps, but from where she knelt, she couldn’t be certain. The shadows shifted as more draugar moved about. She took a few more steps and counted them as best she could. She could see six from her position, but she couldn’t see the end of the room. There could be a dozen or more if she was unlucky. She tightened her grip on her hilt. She would try to sneak through first. If that didn’t work, she’d have to fight like hell. At the very least, draugar were simple to dispatch. Moving slowly, she crept down the last few steps and entered the hall.

Two draugar marched back and forth down the hall, moving in opposite directions. She stopped her advance and pressed herself beside a pillar as the one closest to her came near. It looked around, noticed nothing, and turned back. She waited another few seconds before moving forward once more. A third draugr on the other side of the corridor was knelt in the corner. It stroked a vulgar flower sprouting from the floor with the same affection one might show a cat. She held her breath as she crept past it. She heard the sound of deathly moaning. When she looked, she saw two more draugar pressed against the wall, one on top of the other. She wondered, momentarily forgetting where she was, if they were fighting, as if somehow the magic that kept them serving the dungeon had been corrupted, and now they were at each other’s throats. But as she came closer, she realized that they were mating. Fluid ran between their legs, though it was nothing like what she had seen on a human body. She scurried along, desperate to escape the spectacle. In her haste, she hadn’t even bothered to look where she was going. She ran right into a pair of leathery legs.

“RARGH!”

The draugr fell backward, collapsing on top of Aconite and sending them both to the ground. She could feel every soulless eye in the room on her. She launched herself towards the end of the corridor, the draugr falling off of her and hitting the ground with a clank, a sharp hand clawing at her ass. As she feared, more draugar awaited her. They lunged at her, their bony hands open wide. Aconite unsheathed her sword. Two were upon her. She slashed them down with ease, sharp steel cutting through ancient leather armor like paper. Another one jumped at her. She stabbed it through the chest and dropped it to the ground. Two more emerged from the shadows. She carved one, stabbed the other, but before she could turn around, she felt hands about her throat. They pulled her scarf down before she could get away.

Aconite expected to smell the stench of death. Though the decaying process in draugar had been paused, halted by the magic Buca travesti that bound them to the tombs they served, they still had a tendency to have a stomach-churning odor. Instead, she was met with an intoxicatingly sweet smell. It was hard to describe. It seemed to change, to pulsate and mutate with every breath. It was the scent of mead. It was the fragrance of spring. It was the aroma of a lover’s sweat.

It was the smell of desire.

Aconite shut her eyes and pulled her scarf back over her nose. She expected to feel more draugar upon her in the interim, but none came. One second felt like full minutes. Her body grew warm, her breath, heavy. She opened her eyes. What she saw stunned her.

🌸The chamber had turned bright. Instead of shambling corpses with papery lips and rotting teeth, she saw beautiful adventurers still in their prime. They were still the draugar. On some level, she knew that, but she wondered how she could have been so blind to their beauty. Their dusty, undead growls had become soft, lustful moans. A swarthy man with doe eyes and shimmering dark hair coaxed her scarf back down. She took a breath, filling her lungs with more of that sweet air. His hands ran down her frozen body to her hips, and he began tugging her leather trousers down. She resisted at first, until a pair of refreshing cool lips pressed themselves to her cheek. When she looked, she saw a beautiful blonde woman standing beside her.

She let them pull her trousers down to her knees, stopped only by her greaves.

They guided her to her hands and knees. She let them. She could feel herself growing shamefully damp between her legs. The blonde woman sank down and disappeared from view. Not a moment later, something leisurely tugged on her trousers.Then, Aconite felt a tongue stroke her clit.

“Ooh!~”

The draugar laughed. The swarthy man disappeared behind her as well. He set a hand on her hip as he teased her entrance with his cock. Already her breathing became labored, and each breath was sweet. A third draugr, one with snowy white hair, knelt in front of her. He held his cock to her lips, tracing her mouth with his tip. Shyly, she stuck out her tongue just enough to touch it.

The draugr hummed with approval.

“Are you ready?” one of them said. Or, maybe she just thought they said it.

“Y-Yes.”

The blonde draugr wrapped her lips around Aconite’s clit as the swarthy draugr pushed his cock into her quim. At the same time, the white-haired draugr pushed his cock into her mouth.

“Mm~”

It started off slow – save for the woman between Aconite’s legs. The draugr behind her pumped her gently while the white-haired one let her tongue and lips do all the work. It was a soft, lovely thing, almost like a candy. She had never known that having a cock in her mouth could be so enjoyable. Paired with the one gently massaging her slit, it was something of a miracle that she wasn’t laughing like a hyena. She wished she had just left that bloody scarf at home!

The two male draugar picked up speed. The one in front of her gently filled her mouth. The one behind her pushed his cock deeper inside of her, stroke by stroke, until their hips connected. She moaned. The white-haired draugr playfully thrusted in response. His tip brushed the back of her throat. She expected to gag, but she didn’t. It was as if her ability to perceive discomfort had completely vanished. She tentatively took more of his cock, testing her tolerance, and welcomed it into her throat.

Then all bets were off.

The white-haired draugr grabbed the sides of her head and thrusted his cock down her throat. The one behind her set both hands on her hips and plunged his full length into her. At the same time, the blonde between her legs sucked her clit with the ferocity of a vortex.

Aconite nearly collapsed. She would have, were it not for the hands on her. It was frightening at first, but after that first pang of panic, she found herself moaning with delight again. It was as if an itch she couldn’t reach was being scratched, as if an ache she had carried was finally beginning to leave her. The draugar thrusted with long, smooth, quick mostions. Her pleasure mounted rapidly. Their cocks filled her, stroking every inch of her cunt and plunging down her throat. Meanwhile, the woman between her legs sucked hungrily, sending wave after wave of pure bliss through Aconite’s body. Her limbs quaked. She panted, the white-haired man’s cock muffling her moans. The itch was satisfied. She climaxed, and then the draugar men did, too.

Their emissions weren’t terribly warm. In fact, they were almost cool as they filled her pussy and throat. What filled her mouth was sweet like honey or nectar, nothing like actual semen. And when the white-haired draugr pulled away, she saw something golden gleam on his tip.

Aconite moved to get up. The experience left her more than satisfied. But before she could get far, two pairs of hands settled on her shoulders.

“Look at her,” they seemed to say, and she followed their gaze to the blonde.

She had crawled away from Aconite and lay flat on her back, arms over Buca travestileri her head, legs spread in anticipation.

Aconite looked at the draugar who held her arms. One was the white-haired man who had fed her his seed, and the other was a man with coppery red hair that tumbled down his back in waves. He walked behind her, out of sight. They both guided her down towards the blonde, her pretty pink vulva enticing Aconite to come closer. Suddenly, she was less eager to leave. Besides, it was only fair for her to return the favor. She started to lick dutifully, a bit of the sweet honey still caught in her teeth dripping from her lips.

Not a moment later, another cock entered her. The soft clap of his thighs against hers filled the chamber. It made her forget about the draugr beneath her, until a hand on the back of her head guided her to resume her goal. It was hard maintaining focus. Her tongue twitched, unable to hold still in the face of these new sensations. She traced the draugr’s labia. They were like the petals of a flower. Her clit was a small, cute thing, a bright pink bump that fit between Aconite’s lips like a candy. She sucked and licked it in much the same way she did the white-haired draugr’s cock. The blonde moaned with delight. She sounded like a spring breeze.

“Uhn!” The copper-haired draugr slammed his hips against Aconite’s and filled her with his seed. He pulled out, and not a moment later, another cock was inside of her.

Aconite moaned. This one was short but thick, filling her quite comfortably and hitting every spot it needed to. She wiggled her hips against it, trying to get the angle just right, as her tongue began to explore the blonde draugr’s insides.

“G-Good!” the blonde draugr seemed to croak. “Ah! So good!”

Aconite was proud of herself. She ran her tongue in broad circles, feeling every wall she could reach. The blonde woman was just as sweet as her white-haired companion. She reached down and stroked her clit as Aconite continued to feast, and before long, she was arching her back and moaning with glee.

A pair of arms pulled Aconite upright. It was the draugr who was inside of her now, a rugged man with curly wolf-grey hair and beard. His thrusts were slow and steady, more like love-making than mating. It was only then that she realized how good he truly felt. He began to kiss her, and she kissed him back, their tongues dancing for a short time before a shape appeared over them.

When Aconite looked, she saw another draugr, this one a woman with curly red hair and an ample breast. She took another step forward, pressing her groin to Aconite’s face before hiking up her skirt to reveal her own dripping quim. Aconite leaned forward and took her clit between her lips, licking and sucking it as best she could given the awkward angle.

The three remained like that for a time, Aconite working on the busty redhead until her tongue was sore while the grey-haired man pushed her closer and closer to another orgasm. The redhead was the first to finish. She threw her head back and sighed with satisfaction, a thick, clear fluid falling from between her thighs and spattering on the floor. She stepped away. The grey-haired man started stroking Aconite’s clit as his thrusts became faster. Aconite’s chest heaved. She began to whine with pleasure. Then, just as she climaxed, and another shot of the nectar filled her.

The draugr pulled out. Aconite sat back. She could feel the semen beginning to flow from her. She looked around the chamber. The draugar who had already fucked her began getting familiar with one another again, some pairing off, others joining couples to form groups of three. For a moment, lucidity returned to her, and she wondered if this happened every time an adventurer wandered through this part of the tomb. Then, a force guided her to lay down. When she looked, she saw another draugr, this one another woman with long white hair that tumbled all the way down her back, kneeling over her. The draugr smiled warmly. She seemed to say, “My turn,” before kneeling over Aconite’s face.

Aconite didn’t have time to be surprised. Her tongue went right to work exploring this draugr’s cunt. The draugr cradled her head appreciatively, a long, ghost-like sigh passing through her lips.

A moment later, something pushed Aconite’s feet up into the air. When she opened her eyes, she couldn’t see anything but the draugr on top of her, though it did seem as if the woman was holding something now. Then, Aconite felt a finger inside of her. She shivered. It traced her languidly, as if it was trying to study as much of her vagina as it could. It stopped after a moment. A few seconds passed. Then, it was back.

The white-haired draugr started to grind. Aconite wiggled her tongue wildly. She wanted to finish her off so she could see what was being done to her. The draugr shifted downward, and Aconite pinched the draugr’s clit between her lips and sucked with the same ferocity as what the blonde had done to her. The finger traced her for a third time, then a fourth, and finally a fifth. After the fifth time, the white-haired draugr’s body finally Travesti buca shook. Aconite stopped. The draugr stood, letting go of Aconite’s ankles as she did so. When Aconite looked, she saw the blonde draugr again, kneeling beside her, one finger coated in the golden semen.

Aconite sat up. The five draugar she had slain were laid flat on their backs in an alcove not far from her feet. They had golden residue on their lips. They looked as if they were sleeping. The blonde pointed her golden finger towards them. Somehow, Aconite knew what she had to do.

She crawled to the first draugr in the line. His cock had just started to stiffen, looking like a wilted vegetable. She took his tip between her lips and sucked gently, but dutifully. She didn’t think anything would happen. She had killed him, after all, and concluded that this act would only appease the ones still “alive.” But then, to her surprise, the cock began to swell in her mouth. That’s it, she thought, this pollination is the key to reviving them! She dragged her lips along his shaft, welcoming it deep into her throat, eager to fix her mistake. He started to moan. She bobbed her head faster, releasing his cock and gulping it back down with such speed she made herself dizzy. A pair of hands came to rest on the back of her head. His cock twitched. She sucked down as much of the cock as she could, but the hands pushed her back until the tip popped out of her throat. It twitched again. Then, a burst of sweet nectar filled her mouth. She gently sucked the tip, coaxing out more and more until there was nothing left to give.

She started to swallow when a voice said, “Not all of it!”

She looked over her shoulder. The blonde woman pointed to the remaining bodies.

Somehow Aconite understood that she had to deliver the sample to all of them.

She crawled over to the next draugr. A bit of the nectar still clung to her cheeks and teeth. She pressed her lips to his tip and brought it into her mouth slowly, careful not to lose any of what she had left. She bobbed her head along the shaft, feeling once again as it came to life between her lips, letting it press against her cheeks. Before she could finish, the blonde woman pulled her away.

“H-Hey, he isn’t done yet!”

“They’re waking up,” the blonde said, “keep going.”

So Aconite moved to the third draugr in line. She repeated the process on him and on the fourth, sucking until they were hard, circling her mouth with their tips to collect as much residual nectar as she could offer. By the fifth, she had nothing left. Still, she tried to get him hard. She licked his shaft from base to tip, coating every inch of his cock. She circled his tip with her tongue, feeling the way it curved and dimpled. She put it between her lips and sucked firmly, as if she was trying to reach into the realm beyond and suck him back to the material world. She tried to stroke, but in her daze, only pulled the cock out of her mouth by mistake. Just when she was about to give up, a finger stroked her entrance. She quivered. The blonde knelt beside her again, then reached over and applied a bit of the nectar from between Aconite’s thighs to the draugr’s tip. Finally, his cock began to rise.

But he would need more.

The blonde woman stepped away. Aconite awkwardly sat on the draugr’s lap. With her leather trousers still down to her knees, she had to sit backwards, facing away from him. She felt his cock slide into her. She began to ride him slowly at first, leaning forward and then back, raising and then lowering herself, feeling the draugr’s cock stroke her walls. She hummed with delight. Although it was awkward, it felt so good.

The sound of shifting armor filled the air. Aconite looked to the far end of the line. The first of the dispatched draugar stood as if nothing had happened. He strode out of the alcove and back into the hall to join the others. The second stood, then the third, and then the fourth, but there was something different about them. They were slower than the others, moving as if in pain. They hadn’t fully healed just yet.

Then, they turned their sights on Aconite.

She paused, hips connected with the draugr’s.

The three wounded draugar stumbled towards Aconite. They surrounded her, looking down expectantly, but with not a trace of malice in their eyes. She looked down from their faces to the erections between their thighs.

They still needed to be finished.

She reached out both hands, wrapping her fingers gently around the cocks on either side of her. The third draugr set his hand on the side of her head as she took his tip between. She was a bit intimidated at first. One of the draugar in her grasp began to thrust, while the other grabbed her wrist and helped her hand along. The one in front of her prodded her mouth with his cock, and the one beneath her, finally conscious again, grabbed her by the hips and began moving her up and down his length. She began stroking the two shafts in her hands. She licked the cock in her mouth as it passed over her tongue. And she clenched the muscles between her legs as the draugr’s cock pulsed inside of her. This was what she had to do to make up for what she had done to them. Yes, she thought, let me repent. The draugar sighed with delight, and Aconite did as well. She felt their cocks twitch and throb with anticipation, heavy from desire, just waiting for the stimulation to reach its peak.

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Wild Flowers – Soldiers Gone Wild

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The Wild Flowers — Soldiers Gone Wild

By Maximillian Excaliber

Chapter One

The best way to describe Simon Westinghouse is charmingly naive. To be sure, there are other ways. One could also use words like oddly attractive, innocent and sometimes clueless.

Simon is average in height and weight but slightly undeveloped muscularly. He has curly red hair, is clean shaven and a boyish almost howdy-dowdy like face but without the freckles.

To the exact opposite though, is his girlfriend Mindy Rutledge. Mindy is as street smart as she is intelligent and almost everyone wonders what a woman with her good looks and obvious brains is doing with a man like Simon. The exceptions are her closest friends Jamacia Winters, Shekita Springfield, Maya Ibanez, Elena Raya and Rosa Behar, who are all attracted to Simon on a primal, sexual level.

Mindy is Caucasian, five feet six inches in height, has brown hair and brown eyes. Jamacia is mahogany in complexion, six feet tall, has mannishly short black hair and eerily intimidating yellow eyes. Shekita has a milk chocolate complexion, is five feet eleven inches tall, has black hair with a slight brown tinting and brown eyes. Maya, Elena and Rosa are all Hispanic, have wavy black hair and are five foot eight inches tall. Maya has brown eyes, Elena’s are green and Rosa’s are a mixed brown and yellow.

With the exception of Mindy, who is the most socially adept of the group, all project a very tough non-nonsense exterior.

Our story begins about three years after a time when the women, who are leaders of a notorious Florida based, women’s street gang known by the name ‘The Wild Flowers’, join the United States Army rather than accepting the alternative of criminal prosecution.

They attend basic training and A.I.T. (Advanced Individual Training) together and then have the good fortune to be assigned to the same military base for what the Army calls ‘permanent party’.

Simon lives with his girlfriend Mindy in the house he owns, having inherited it from his parents, the others rent an apartment together off post.

The day is a Friday. It is later afternoon in September. Simon is home alone.

Mindy, who like all the girls is a Military Police officer, has just called Simon to tell him her job will be keeping her there until some time after midnight.

Shortly after six o’clock, Simon is in the kitchen washing his dinner dishes when he hears a car pull into the driveway. He looks out the kitchen window. The automobile is a pink and white mini-cooper. Its windows are rolled down and he hears the song ‘Pussy Be Yankin’ by Lady blaring loudly from its speakers mixed with the voices of women yelling. In the vehicle are Jamacia, Shekita, Maya, Elena and Rosa. Their arrival surprises Simon; Mindy has not told him to expect visitors.

Simon’s and Mindy’s relationship is still in its infancy. He doesn’t know about The Wild Flowers and has had limited contact with the girls. On those occasions, the women were on their ‘best behavior’.

The women are unlike any he has met before and he finds himself strangely attracted to them… particularly the one named Rosa. What he doesn’t know is, the feeling is mutual.

The engine shuts off, silencing the radio, and The Wild Flowers exit the vehicle. They are still dressed in their fatigues.

First are Jamacia and Shekita, then comes Maya and Elena, last is Rosa. They are very rowdy and Simon notices a few of his neighbors peeking through their blinds to see what is happening.

Eagerly, he drys his hands and hurries to the front door to meet them.

No sooner than has Simon opened the door than one by one, the women push themselves past him.

“Where’s Mindy?” Asks, Elena. She flops down on the center of the couch and puts her feet up on the coffee table.

He replies. “She’s working late.” and closes the front door.

“How late?” Demands Maya, who sits down to Elena’s right. Shekita takes the empty cushion to Elena’s left. Jamacia flops onto the chair to the left of the couch and Rosa the one to the right.

Simon answers, “Sometime after midnight.”

There is no place for Simon to sit so he stands.

“We’ll wait.” Declares Rosa, notices Elena’s feet and yells, “Boots!”

Simon watches as, with military precision, the women stop whatever they are doing, remove their boots, place them against the wall behind the couch and return to their seats.

“Got anything to drink?” Asks Shekita.

Simon offers, “There’s some beer in the refrigerator; want me to get you one?”

“Nah, I’ll find it. Anybody else want a drink?” Offers Shekita.

Simon, thinking to himself how pushy they all are, is the only one who declines.

Jamacia, either not hearing him the first time or not paying attention, asks, “So, what time did you say she’ll be back?”

Maya reminds her. “He said, ‘Sometime after midnight’.”

Rosa looks around the room and asks, “What do we do until then?”

Shekita, much to Simon’s surprise, returns caring the entire case of beer and sits it on the floor in front of the İzmir travesti coffee table.

This inspires Maya, who suggests…

“Why don’t we get drunk?”

Rosa offers, “How about it Simon, want to get drunk with us Honey?”

“No thanks. I don’t drink.” He declines and is completely clueless to how the women are looking at him.

Beers are passed out, opened and consumed with amazing speed.

Simon retrieves a garbage bag from the kitchen for the empties.

“Suit yourself. That just leaves more for us, right girls?” Says Shekita and burps in a most unfeminine manner.

The second round is distributed but consumed at a slightly slower pace.

“I’m bored. Let’s watch television!” Informs Elena, who picks up the satellite remote, turns the T.V. on, and brings up the satellite’s channel guide.

She scrolls through the listing and notices something.

“Hey, check it out! They’ve got a porn channel!” She selects the adult station. The screen changes to two people fucking and Simon purposely avoids looking at it. The last thing he wants is to become aroused in front of Mindy’s girlfriends. The problem is, he can’t make up his mind which is more socially unacceptable, staying in a room full of women watching porn or being a bad host and leaving. Because they are Mindy’s friends, he decides to stay.

“Do you like porn Simon?” Asks Rosa; her tone is soft and disarming.

Even so, Simon immediately regrets the decision and tries to avoid the question. “That’s personal.”

Shekita is already on her third beer and chants childishly.

“Simon is a pervert! Simon is a pervert!”

When he doesn’t respond, she shuts up and resumes watching the television.

For the next hour the women watch porn and drink two more beers each. Then they order pizza and everyone, except Simon, eats.

About twenty minutes later, the scene on the television changes to a couple performing sixty-nine and Rosa complains of the heat.

“It’s getting hot in here. I’m going to get more comfortable.” She takes off her shirt and bra, leaving her top covered with a tee-shirt and, in a chain reaction, one by one the other women do the same.

Actually, the room is not warm, the women are becoming aroused.

Oblivious to what is happening, Simon, tired of sitting and bored, decides to get his tablet and browse the Internet.

Two minutes later, he is standing behind the couch, searching the web for a gift for Mindy when he hears the woman on the television scream. Curious, he looks up.

Suddenly, Shekita says to him…

“What are you looking at?”

Chapter Two

Too embarrassed to tell the truth, he lies. “Nothing.”

“Who are you talking to?” Asks Rosa.

“Him! He’s been watching you ever since we got here.”

“That’s right! I saw him too. He can’t take his eyes off you.” Accuses Elena.

Defensively, Simon proclaims, “That’s not true!”

The five women rise, move around the couch and surround him.

“What do you say Simon? Do you think I’m attractive?” Demands Rosa.

“No! I mean, yes.”

Jamacia turns him to face her.

“So you have been watching her, pervert.”

Before he can respond, Maya turns him in her direction.

“Do you want to see her naked?”

Elena gives him a spin.

“Does she turn you on?”

He’s spun again, this time by Shekita.

“Do you want to FUCK her hot Hispanic pussy?”

Simon replies, “No.” He feels trapped and wishes they’d all go away.

Elena spins him back again. Now Simon is getting dizzy.

“No to which?”

He takes a deep breath to clear his head. “No to everything!”

Maya tells the other women.

“I think he’s lying girls!”

Simon says nervously, “I AM NOT!.”

Jamacia stares right at him and says.

“Let’s find out if he’s telling the truth.”

Then Rosa asks…

“How do we do that?”

Jamacia replies.

“Take off your clothes; see if he gets a hard on.”

Rosa immediately begins stripping.

Simon, wisely decides to exit the room without debating the social ramifications of staying.

“This is where I leave!”

Rosa moves closer, blocking him.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re going to watch!”

Shekita, who is the strongest of their group, grabs both his arms.

Rosa continues undressing.

He tries to look away.

Elena orders…

“Look at her!”

Intimidated, Simon complies.

Rosa is completely naked and for some reason he can’t explain, he finds himself more sexually attracted to her than he normally does. Simon does not know that what he is experiencing is basic human biology. His subconscious mind perceives what his conscious mind does not. She is sexually aroused, her breathing has quickened, various muscles all over her body have tightened, her breasts are somewhat larger than normal, her nipples are standing out and the visible part of her clitoris is swelling slightly.

In her sexiest voice, Rosa asks him…

“Well, do you like what you see?”

He lies. “No!”

Maya looks down İzmir travestileri at his crotch. There is a bulbous protrusion forming.

“Are you getting hard?”

So does Elena.

“It looks like he is to me!”

Rosa sees the buldge and her heart rate quickens. Juices begin flowing from the inside of her vagina, lubricating its opening. Lust consumes her.

“Lay him down girls!”

She doesn’t know it but her labia, the lips of her pussy, have just flattened and opened.

Shekita, who is a bit intoxicated, asks, “What for?”

Jamacia explains to her…

“So we can find out, dumb-ass!”

Simon, clueless as he is, begins to see where this might be going, tries to free himself. “Let me go!”

Maya grabs his right leg, Elena his left and with Shekita’s help, they easily take him to the floor.

Afraid he might hurt one of them, Simon restrains himself and doesn’t struggle as hard as he can.

Rosa, who is so excited that her pussy seems on fire, orders…

“Jamacia, pull down his pants. I want to see what he’s packing there.” Conspicuously, she did not say she wanted to see whether Simon has a hard-on.

The ebony woman complies and in one motion, removes both Simon’s pants and under-ware, throws them onto the couch once they are off.

“Wait…” He pleads when Maya and Elena pull his legs apart and sit on them.

No one is listening.

Rosa climbs over him in a sixty-nine position placing her glistening wet pussy mere inches from his face and Jamacia kneels between his legs.

He can smell the aroma of Rosa’s arousal as the two women examine his cock and begin debating.

Rosa is the first to speak.

“Well, what do you think?”

Jamacia takes his cock firmly in her hand and gently tugs it up and down in a blatantly stimulating manner.

“I think it’s getting hard. Ask him why?” As if having one woman naked on top of him and another stroking his cock wasn’t enough.

“Okay, I’ll do that.” Agrees Rosa and then flips around until her legs are straddling him.

She leans on his chest with her forearms and questions.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to see me naked, Simon. Why are you getting hard?”

Meanwhile, between his legs and behind Rosa’s back, Jamacia begins licking up his shaft. The strange tongue startles him.

“I’m not.” His cock has already raised an inch.

Maya, who has been watching it grow, says…

“Oh yes he is!”

Simon says nothing. He can feel his cock rising and knows it would be useless to deny it a second time.

Rosa smiles.

Shekita, her arms tired from holding him down, asks Rosa…

“While you there, push his shirt up over his head so I can tie his hands together; my arms need a break.”

Rosa does as she ask. “Here.”

Shekita twists the shirt tightly around his wrists and places it under her knees. Then, with her hands free, she strips off her tee-shirt exposing her breast for everyone to see. This seems like a good idea to Maya and Elena who do likewise.

Jamacia doesn’t but instead keeps licking.

Rosa feels something touch her clit. What she feels is the tip of his penis, which she doesn’t know Jamacia is pressing against her.

“Why is your cock touching my clit? I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck me?”

Simon tries to correct the situation by rolling his hips. Jamacia counters when she stops licking, wraps the fingers of her right hand around his shaft and starts tugging upward. This further complicates his situation by causing his cock to rise another quarter of an inch.

Simon explains. “Jamacia’s doing that.”

Rosa calls over her shoulder jokingly…

“Jamacia, are you making Simon’s cock touch my pussy?”

Jamacia lies.

“Nope.” She continues stroking him and his cock slides past Rosa’s clit and becomes sandwiched between her friend’s pussy lips.

Rosa indulges herself for a moment by rolling her hips and rubbing the head of his cock with her pussy, then taunts Simon by asking…

“Are you trying to stick your cock in me Simon?”

He asserts, “No! Jamacia is!”

Maya points out the obvious.

“It can’t be Jamacia, Simon; she doesn’t have a cock.”

The other women laugh.

To speed up things, Jamacia uses her tongue on the ridge of his cock, guiding it through Rosa’s outer labia and into the pink, wet opening beyond. Each lick causes his fleshy knob to slowly, very slowly, push its way into Rosa’s inviting pussy.

Excitedly, Maya announces…

“It’s going in you Rosa!”

Rosa feels her pussy stretching to accommodate it and acknowledges her. “I know; I can feel it.”

Shekita leans over him, dangling her tits in his face.

“Are you going to fuck her now?”

“NO!”

Maya tells him…

“Then make it stop.”

“I can’t. Jamacia won’t let me.” He explains.

Jamacia ceases what she is doing and says tauntingly…

“Okay, I’ve stopped. Pull it out!” She knows it’s in too far.

He tries, but all his attempts result in the same thing, with his cock Travesti izmir going deeper into her. “I can’t.”

Rosa giggles and offers…

“Here, let me help you.” She begins moving slowly up and down on the head of his cock.

“What are you doing?”

She stops and tells him.

“Trying to push it back out.”

“That’s not working. You’re only making it worse.”

Jamacia concedes,

“Hum. You know, I think he’s right. It isn’t. Try something else.”

Maya suggest, “Push harder.”

Rosa lowers her hips and takes another inch into her pussy, then begins fucking him again.

“Okay, How about that?”

Simon feels her do it and quickly says, “That’s not working either!”

Rosa tells him.

“Give it some time.”

The portion of his cock she is riding is really wet with her juices.

Jamacia offers, “Want me to try pulling down on it at the same time?”

Rosa agrees. “Sure, couldn’t hurt. Right Simon?”

Jamacia begins stroking his shaft in a downward motion as Rosa resumes fucking him.

“That isn’t helping.”

Rosa stops again.

Jamacia is still pulling downward on his shaft.

Elena makes an observation.

“He’s right. That’s just making it bigger. I think you’re not getting enough pressure. Go deeper.”

“No!” Simon begs.

Elena says, “Try it anyway.”

Rosa ignores him and begins fucking his entire. “Well?”

Jamacia answers. “I can’t tell. What do you think Maya?”

Maya inspects his cock.

“Hard to tell. It might be working. Keep going so I can be sure.”

After about a minute, Rosa ask Maya, “How about now?”

Jamacia feels Simon’s cock grow perceptibly larger in her hand. “Something’s definitely happening.”

Maya tells them. “That means it’s working. Go faster!”

Rosa does and Simon warns…

“You’re going to make me cum.”

Rosa’s arousal increases even more and becomes evident when her clitoris begins to shrink to half its size and retract under its hood.

On the verge of orgasm herself, Rosa yells…

“Quick Jamacia, squeeze the base of his cock; don’t let it get any bigger.”

Jamacia does what Rosa asks. She uses her left hand to restrict the flow of blood to Simon’s cock, expanding to its maximum potential. Then she does something Rosa didn’t ask, she rubs Rosa clit with her right hand.

Rosa immediately freezes motionless; her mouth opens but no sound comes out. This goes on for several seconds, then spasms shake her from head to toe. The muscles inside her vagina are contracting vigorously around Simon’s cock. The pleasure is so intense that Rosa is lightheaded and feels as if she is going to pass out. It’s a natrual high and for a few moments, she’s in heaven.

“She’s cumming!” Cheers Maya.

Jamacia decides to get them both off and begins pumping Simon’s cock into Rosa’s pussy as fast as she can.

She succeeds, forcing Simon to exclaim loudly, “FUCK!”

Rosa comes down from the clouds before Simon does just in time to hear Jamacia say…

“It’s getting softer. Go faster again!”

Rosa speeds up again.

With Jamacia’s help, she cums three more times before climbing weak-kneed off his cock.

Simon, who is still being held down by the other women, looks up Rosa and asks,

“Can I get up now?”

Rosa informs him…

“No Honey. We’re just getting started. It’s Jamacia’s turn and after her Shekita.”

Epilogue

When she gets home later that night, Simon doesn’t say a word to Mindy about what happened. Partly because he thinks she won’t believe him but mostly because if she asked him if he’d enjoyed it, he’d have to tell her the truth. What Simon doesn’t know is, Mindy knew what was going to happen before it did. In fact, when the girls came to her complaining about the lack of what they considered eligible, safe, sex partners, it was her that suggested Simon to them. He was perfect for their needs. He’d never tell anyone; he’d never expect a commitment and, he’d submit to pretty much anything they asked within reason.

The next day, Mindy worked again and Simon got double-teamed by both Maya and Elena. By the time the weekend was over, he was exhausted and glad to see them go. The same thing occurred once a month for the next two years. That was when all the women’s enlistments were up and they each went, for the most part, their separate ways.

Ten years later Simon and Mindy are still living together, still unmarried, but in a newer, bigger house. Mindy is working for a the local police department. Elena and Rosa, having cornered the market for legal marijuana sales in the South East, are very wealthy. Shekita and Maya own and operate a very lucrative national chain of strip clubs in the north east and Jamacia owns a pawnshop in California.

Once again it is a Friday afternoon. Simon is home alone, standing in his kitchen, washing dishes and Mindy is working late. A strange car pulls up in the driveway. The vehicle is a stretched, pink and white, mini-cooper limo. Simon closes the dishwasher and rushes to the front door to see who it is.

By the time he is standing in his doorway, the limo driver has opened the vehicle’s back doors and it’s occupants are exiting. Simon hears the sound of ‘Pussy Be Yankin’ coming from inside the car.

Standing there are Jamacia, Shekita, Maya, Elena, and Rosa.

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The Camping Trip Part 4

Thank you all for reading the continuing saga of The Camping Trip. I appreciate all the support I have received. Please kindly rate my story and leave me comments, I would like to hear what you all have to say. This is a fantasy and I choose to have no STI’s in this world. All participants in sex acts are 18 years old or older and similarities in names or descriptions of the characters are purely coincidental and are not based on any real person living or dead. Please enjoy this installment and there will be more to follow.

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The Camping Trip Part 4

As we walked down the path from the secluded adult beach and towards the family beach, I noticed that Mark and Bill had dropped back a bit from Monica, Samantha, and me. That seems kind of odd, but perhaps they are just giving us girls some alone time.

I did mention to them yesterday that this is an annual camping trip for us. Thinking nothing more of it I continue to chat with my besties.

“So Ash, Mon, and I were talking on the ride over here this morning. Since we couldn’t make it yesterday, what do you think about staying an extra day and leaving Monday afternoon instead of tomorrow?” Samantha asked.

“Sure!” I said, “I think I have enough food and drink to last an extra day. I will need to call my folks to let them know that we’re staying an extra night.”

“Awesome sauce!” Exclaims Samantha, “Maybe we can make another camping trip again before the end of summer.”

“That would be great,” Monica states. “Although now that we are all out of college finally, we should have more time to hang out together again.”

“Yeah. Maybe we can go to Hampton Beach a few times this summer,” I add.

“Oh yeah! Sun, sand, and surf!” Samantha comments.

“And Christy’s Pizza!” States Monica.

“Let’s not forget Blink’s Fry Doe!” I mention.

“Blink’s!” Samantha shouts with giddy enthusiasm, “It just wouldn’t be a summer day at Hampton Beach without some fried dough.”

We were coming up on the family beach and once again all the eyes of the men and boys who were paying attention were upon us. Or at least those bold enough to try and sneak a peek without catching the eye of their wives or girlfriends.

“We should totally try and book a motel room for the night, so we can do some clubbing one night.” Monica proposes.

“For sure. I can’t remember the last time I went clubbing,” I reply.

“This would be our first time clubbing at the beach being old enough to drink!” Remarks Samantha.

“I’ll look into booking us a room first thing Tuesday,” Monica declares. “Hopefully some of the motels aren’t fully booked yet for the summer.”

“Fingers crossed!” Sam and I day at the same time, “Jinx!” We both shout simultaneously. We stop, wrap our arms around each other, and laugh at our shared thoughts.

While we were stopped and laughing, Bill and Mark trudged by us. They were whispering and Mark seemed a bit agitated. I wonder what was going on with those two. My guess was Bill was being an ass again.

Samantha, Monica, and I start walking again, following Mark and Bill on the dirt road that leads from the family camping area to the adult area. As we turn the corner and walk out into the open campsites I see that we now have company.

My heart kind of sinks as there are about a half dozen trucks with probably twice as many people setting up tents all around ours. I was really hoping for some more privacy this weekend, but I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

I think my pussy started crying at the thought of no more action for her this weekend. As we got closer to our campsite it became evident that all the new campers were male and all around our age. This was not all that odd but it was surprising and it also had me wondering.

One of the men closest to us as we approached, looked towards us and stood up. He was a tall slender black man, a look of recognition crossed his face and he started walking our way, “Yo Bill, my man. You told us that there was only one slut to gangbang. You fuckin holdin’ out bro?” The black guy stated.

“WHAT THE FUCK BILL!” I screamed at Bill. “You called all these guys here to gangbang me and never even had the consideration to ask me first! You are a real asshole, you know that!

“I bet you only you don’t get laid more than once by the same girl ’cause you treat them like shit, like a fucking object that is there just for your pleasure. You’re a real fucking piece of work you know that! If I wasn’t so fucking horny this weekend I would have cut you right the fuck off after the first time you called me a bitch.

“I guarantee, your dick wont be in my pussy, ass, or mouth ever again you fucking miserable piece of trash!” I finished yelling at Bill and started walking past him.

Bill grabbed hold of my arm, “Listen here you fucking cunt. I prom…” Bill never finished what he was saying. Mark rips his hand from my arm pulling him away from me, and smashes his right fist into Bill’s nose.

An explosion of blood Cihangir travesti bursts from Bill’s nose as his body crumples to the ground and defensively curls up into the fetal position. “You piece of shit!” Mark shouts. He turns towards me and the girls, “I’m real sorry about this Ashley. I didn’t know he had this planned until we started back from the beach.”

“I know Mark. Thank you for stopping him,” I said.

Bill was sobbing while pinching his nose trying to get the blood to stop flowing. All the guys who Bill invited, were now gathered in front of him.

“Well, shit!” Bill’s black friend says, “We were promised a slut to gangbang by this douchebag. We all changed our plans for the weekend. Fucking still useless after all these years.” He then kicks Bill in the back and went to kick him a second time.

“Wait!” I shout. I don’t know what came over me. Why was I suddenly feeling like I needed to defend this piece of shit.

“Huh?” The black guy says as he looks at me quizzically.

“Look,” I pause. “Don’t do anything yet. I still haven’t said no. I have to think this through. Please give me some time. We came back to get some lunch, let us eat and discuss this amongst ourselves please before you do anything else.”

“Fair enough” he replied.

Monica, Samantha, and I made up a couple of sandwiches and grabbed some drinks, and started heading over to a picnic table on the far side of the adult camping area. Mark ran up and asked, “Would it be alright if I joined the three of you?”

I looked to my girlfriends and they nodded. “Sure,” I answered. We all sat at a picnic table and proceeded to eat our lunches. Once we were all finished, we just kind of stared at each other for a few minutes.

“So…” Monica mutters.

“Yeah,” I commented and then took a deep breath. “So… I kind of want to do it!”

“What!” Monica exclaims. Mark looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. Samantha and Monica have a slightly bewildered look on their faces.

“Listen, this weekend. A lot of first-time things have happened for me, and I have been sexually repressed for the past four years of college. I am so fucking horny right now, and this just might be my only opportunity to have a gangbang. So yeah, I’m seriously considering it.”

Samantha sighs, “To be honest, I kind of feel the same way. This could be a once-in-a-lifetime event and God I am so horny too!” Monica and I chuckle as Samantha blushes.

“I’m fucking horny too, but I am going to pass on a gangbang. I’m just not ready for something like that yet,” declares Monica.

“I’m definitely sitting this out as well,” Mark adds. “Not that, that makes a difference for you ladies. Again, I’m sorry about Bill. I had no idea he was planning this.”

“We all believe you,” states Monica as she rests her hand on Mark’s. “It was pretty self-evident when that right cross of yours laid Bill out.”

Mark turned a little red in the face at Monica’s touch. “I’m done with Bill. He always treated me like shit. I guess I stayed friends with him out of habit after high school.”

“Good for you Mark. You don’t need friends like that,” I mentioned.

“So, we are really going to do this Ash?” Samantha asks me.

“Yeah, I really want to.” I answer, “You gonna do it with me?”

“Yeah, I’m in.” She replied, as she wrapped her arms around my shoulder and hugged me.

“So we will have to set some rules, that they will have to agree to,” I said as I looked at my three companions. “I want this to be recorded are you fine with that Sam?”

“Oh God, that’s hot. Yeah, I’m fine with that as long as it’s just for our use only.” Samantha replied.

“Mon, if we give you our phones will you do the recording?” I asked. “I’m sure one of our phones will not be able to capture it all without losing its juice.”

“I can record for you. But you two will owe me, I’m sure I will get so horny watching you two get fucked.” Monica answered.

“Mark, would you mind watching over the three of us, make sure that the guys follow the rules and that nothing happens to us that we don’t want to happen?” I inquired.

“Sure. Definitely. I’ll watch over all of you,” replied Mark.

“Great. Thank you,” I stated.

We then began to hash out all the details of our possible gangbang experience. The whole idea of this was definitely not planned, but if we were to go along with it, it would be on our own terms and no one else’s.

Once we were done figuring out the rules and whatnot we just sat there and chatted about nothing inconsequential. I just felt like keeping them all waiting. After all, they were expecting to use my body without my prior knowledge. So they could feel the heat for a bit.

After a while, once we started getting too hot sitting in the sun we packed up our trash and headed back to our campsite. It didn’t take too long for them to notice us walking back and they all gathered up and waited for us.

Bill was parked in his camp chair with some toilet paper stuffed up his nose with two black eyes. Cihangir travestileri He looked away as Mark scowled at him. I smirked, he no longer had his cocky attitude now that Mark had put him in his place. I gave a slight cough to gain everyone’s attention.

“Ok, so all of you came here for a gangbang. If you still want one, then we have some rules and conditions. Do you want to hear them or do we call it all of right now?” I announced. All the guys said some form of yes.

“Ok, first of all, that piece of shit is out of here!” I say pointing to Bill.

“Done,” the black man and obviously the leader of the group said. “Guys, let’s get ole Billy boy packed up and on his way.” Bill didn’t look surprised one bit as all the guys helped pack his shit and load his truck. At this point, I took the time to check out the guys.

Thirteen of them, excluding Mark and Bill as they were not going to be participating. Thirteen cocks to service Samantha and myself. This could be a whole lot of fun. The leader was black and there was also one other black man as well. The other eleven were white.

They are all physically fit and of different builds and heights. Watching them pack up Bill’s stuff showed that they must have all been a part of some athletic team at some point because they all worked well with each other. Within minutes, Bill’s truck was packed and he was driving away.

“Alright, lady. What else you got for us?” The leader asked.

Grabbing Samantha and wrapping an arm around her I say, “The two of us will be the only ones you can fuck.” All the guys nodded in acknowledgment, “There will be no rough stuff unless either of us asks for it.

Both of us are on birth control so you don’t need to wear condoms unless you choose to. You can fuck us in the pussy, ass, or mouth. You can use all our holes at the same time if you want. The only things you can put into our holes are your dicks, tongues, and fingers.

Our girl here is going to record the gangbang so that we can watch it later. It will be strictly for our viewing pleasure only and will never be posted online or shared. You will all hand over all your phones and cameras to Mark and he will lock them up in his car. You can have them back after we are done.

Mark will also be sure that you guys follow the rules. The gangbang is over once we say it is over. If one of us is done before the other, then she is done and you will not attempt to have any more sex with them. Once the gangbang is over you will not have any more sex with us at all, not later tonight or tomorrow.

So you either leave right after or stay the night but you will not be fucking us anymore. No, means no. If we say no that means we don’t want to do something and you will all respect that. Lastly no names, we do not intend on seeing any of you ever again. Are these rules and conditions satisfactory?”

“Give us a minute to discuss it please,” the leader says. I nod my head and they all talk amongst themselves for a few minutes. Then the leader turns around, “Okay, you got yourselves a deal.”

“Very good then, follow Mark to his car and hand over all your phones and cameras,” I state in a firm voice. Almost like a well-oiled machine they all lined up behind Mark and handed over phones and cameras. Then they reassembled in front of us.

“Alright, then why don’t you guys set up some blankets and stuff over in the shade, no need for us to get sunburned.” After instructing them, Samantha and I stripped off our bikinis and walked over to where the guys were setting up our little gangbang play area.

As they finished bringing over a couple of air mattresses and blankets, they turned and saw the two of us standing naked in front of them. The guys all hollered and whooped as they began undressing. The leader shouts out, “Let’s get this fucking party started!”

I was so turned on at this point that I could feel my juices running out of my pussy and down my thighs. Turning my head towards Samantha, I could see that she was quite flushed, and judging from the wetness on her thighs she was very aroused as well. I turned my attention back over to the guys.

There were cocks of all shapes and sizes but not a single one smaller than six or seven inches in length. Then I saw the black guy who was the leader turn towards me. His dick was magnificent, it had to be all of twelve inches in length. Definitely longer than Mark’s ten incher, and it was clearly thicker than Bill’s.

This guy’s cock just might be as thick as Sean’s. Wow, I can’t wait to have his rod shoved up my cunt, stretching me and beating my cervix. I was almost salivating over all that man meat that would be filling my holes soon enough.

“Are you ready for this Sam?” I asked my friend.

“Oh God yes. I can’t wait to be fucked silly,” Samantha replied. “This is going to be an unforgettable experience, Ash!”

“It is. And I am glad I get to share it with you,” I say as reach for and embrace her. We hug and then give each other a passionate kiss. All the guys Travesti cihangir whoop it up as they see us kiss. Sam and I giggle and then I look towards Monica and I can see that she is already recording.

Taking Samantha’s hand, I lead us over to the blanket-covered air mattresses. We kneel down and the men begin to line up in front of us, ready to have their peckers sucked. I don’t know if there is some sort of hierarchy going on but the two black guys are first in line.

In front of me is the leader, and in front of Samantha is the other black guy. He has a pretty impressive schlong as well, it’s almost the same size as the leader just not as thick. I reach out and take the leader’s cock in my hands and begin to stroke it. A drop of pre-cum leaks out from its head.

I move my mouth towards his cock. Opening my mouth, I reach out with my tongue and lick the pre-cum from the head. The leader moans out and then I wrap my around the head and begin sucking him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that Samantha is also sucking cock too.

I feel the air mattress move and then I see that Monica is standing behind the two of us with her phone recording Samantha and me giving blow jobs to strangers. My pussy tingles in glee as I am coming to the conclusion, that I and Samantha are being recorded having a gangbang with men that we don’t even know.

The leader pulls his cock from my mouth and says something to the effect of saving some for later. All I know is that the next guy moves up and I’m sucking another prick. My acknowledgment of time seems to dissipate and has been replaced by the never-ending cock sucking.

It is only broken up by the stolen glances of Samantha sucking her share, as well as fleeting glimpses of Monica moving around recording our debauchery. Another cock enters my mouth and all other thoughts vanish aside from the shaft fucking my mouth.

I don’t know how many knobs I had sucked or if any of the guys swung back around for seconds or third helpings of my mouth. But eventually, I was pushed down onto my back and I felt someone’s virile member stretch my cunt and slide in. I let a moan as an instant orgasm rushed throughout my body.

“Oh Fuck this snatch feels great!” The guy on top of me nearly shouts as he begins to saw in and out of my bald kitty.

Here I am with the fourth strange cock pounding my puss. If that wasn’t enough of a turn-on, I am being fucked outdoors in public with an audience while being recorded. The feel of this stranger’s rod pistoning in and out of my cooch was starting to build up an orgasm.

Suddenly my quim clamped down on the guy’s prick and began to convulse, “YES!YES! FUCK MY PUSSY HARDER!” I yelled as I came all over his dick. He really began to fuck me, I couldn’t hear anything above the sound of his body slamming into mine.

He pounded me as hard as he could and another orgasm quickly washed over me. My pussy once again clamping down on his cock, the convulsions began milking his Johnson. He couldn’t hold on any longer and his cock erupted, his hot cum painting my insides.

It felt absolutely amazing. I just love the feeling of sperm filling my cunt. I don’t know why but it just feels so good. With a guy still buried in my pussy and not moving, my senses pick up moaning next to me. Turning my head, I see Samantha on her hands and knees getting plowed from behind.

Someone then feeds her his dick and she swallows it as she gets her pussy drilled. I am jealous and want to be spit-roasted too.

The guy on top of me pulls out and climbs off the mattress, as I feel a rush of cum flow out of my cooze and pool under my ass.

Looking up, Monica is right there phone in hand filming the creampie oozing from my honeypot. I smile at her, “I love you, Mon!” I say as my lovely Italian beauty of a girlfriend captures the pure bliss on my face.

“Love you too, Ash.” Monica replies as she moves away so the next strange cock can infiltrate my love tunnel.

I decide to get into the doggy position like Samantha so that I can service more than one cock at a time. I look over again at Sam and watch as her huge 38 double d’s swing madly as she is being fucked. Suddenly I feel a long cock thrust inside of me and ram into my cervix.

“Oh FUCK!” I screamed as yet another orgasm explodes inside of me. The new guy in my pussy doesn’t hold back and fucks me for all he is worth, battering my cervix with his ramrod.

“Shit! I’m going to cum,” I hear from the guy banging Samantha.

“Cum inside me!” Samantha yells.

The guy slams hard into her and her perfect ass jiggles. He grunts and Samantha howls as they both orgasm together. Monica closes in for the money shot as the guy pulls out of her snatch and his jizz leaks out like a white river.

My attention is drawn away as some man meat is inserted into my mouth. Both the men using my holes quickly find the perfect rhythm. Once again I am lost in a world of pure pleasure, and nothing else registers except for what is happening to my body.

I have yet another orgasm as I feel the cock inside of my gash twitch and release another load of sperm deep inside of me. That cock disappears and is replaced with another and the pounding begins again. A new dick enters my mouth and I begin sucking. It tastes of pussy, and I wonder if it’s mine or Samantha’s juices on it.

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Bess sighed happily. Carrie’s smell was close to her face. She held her girlfriend’s softness close, rubbing her face against the downy fabric of her love’s pajamas. She cooed as she scrunched the pj’s into her.

Scrunched?

Bess could feel movement and heard some sound. She didn’t know what any of it was, but she opened her eyes slowly. There was some natural sunlight flowing into the room, and she saw the clock on the nightstand next to her read 7:05am.

She wasn’t just dreaming about Carrie’s pj’s. She had them clutched in her hands, soft and cuddly and covered with pictures of little pandas and mice.

She looked at the pj’s again and opened up her hands. These were her bottoms.

Wait…wasn’t she wearing…

Bess rolled over and came face-to-face with Carrie. She was on her back, completely nude, and looking at Bess with a dreamy smile on her face. Her whole body was moving back and forth, her breasts following the rest of her body a half-second later.

Then Leroy leaned down into her vision.

“Good morning, Bess…unnnff…Sleep well?” Leroy was also naked, a bit of sweat shining of his dark skin. His cock was sliding in and out of Carrie’s pussy, his hips pushing her body back and forth. Bess smiled as she watched her girlfriend being plowed right next to her.

“I did! How long have you been up?”

“Unnnggh…about 10 minutes…our girl wakes up horny as you probably already…uhhhh…knew.”

Carrie gave Bess a toothy grin. “Uhhh…I gave…uhh…you…my…fuuuuck…jammies…an’…ahhhAHHHHHH!”

Bess put her hand on Carrie’s tummy and could feel the orgasm rip through her. Her skin was warm and sweaty and she quivered happily.

Carrie tried to continue. “Ahhhh…uhhuhhuhh…you…you…looked…so…uhhhh…cute…wi’…wi’…”

Bess giggled. “Your jammies?”

“Yeh! Lil’ Carrie’s…jammies!” She drunkenly looked down at Bess’s crotch. “Look! Leroy! Bezzzz is…is…so…hard! Lil Carrie’s gonna…gonna ge’…TWO…dickzzz.”

Bess wasted no time. She pulled off her shorts while Leroy exited Carrie’s pussy. Bess replaced him, driving her cock into the very wet and inviting twat. Leroy then moved over above Carrie’s face and angled his cock down.

“Fill lil Carrie’s mouf! C’mon Leroy!” Leroy lowered himself, stuffing Carrie’s face with black dick. The two teens quickly got into a rhythm and the bed bounced from the intense double-fucking.

Carrie’s phone started ringing.

Leroy was closest and grabbed it, not stopping his oral assault. His eyes widened, then he pointed it at Bess.

–Mom—

Bess shook her head in exasperation. She got close to Carrie and showed her the phone, then held a finger to her lips. Carrie seemed to understand. She then did the same to Leroy, got a nod, and answered the phone.

“Hello? Carrie’s phone…Oh, hi Mrs. Walsh. Yeah…it’s Bess again…”

She tried to refrain from pumping into Carrie, but the thought of talking with Carrie’s mom while her cock was buried inside the woman’s daughter was too much to bear. She continued to slowly slide herself in and out through the conversation.

“Yeah, she’s definitely feeling better! Yeah, me too. I did! I wanted to make sure she was good overnight. She just needed some good caring. Thanks…we’ve definitely gotten closer as…” Bess looked down at the naked Carrie with her thick cock nearly all the way inside her. “…friends.”

She pulled the phone away for a second and took a deep breath then continued. “Let me see if she’s free. She went into the bathroom. Hold on.” She muted the phone and put it on Carrie’s tummy.

Both she and Leroy proceeded to fuck Carrie with power, their cocks pushing balls-deep in both of Carrie’s tortured holes. Carrie moaned loudly as she came again, her body rewarding her for allowing her two lovers to give it such ultimate pleasure. As Carrie climaxed, her tummy shook, bouncing the phone to where it almost fell off. Bess smiled to herself, knowing that Mrs. Walsh was completely unaware of what was happening while she waited patiently on hold.

Carrie was penetrated relentlessly for two minutes, and then, with a satisfied sigh, Bess picked up the phone again and unmuted it.

“Ma’am, she’s in the shower right now…I’ll have her call you as soon as she gets out. Probably about 15-20 minutes. Yeah…okay. Thank you! Okay…bye!” Bess hung up and put the phone on the nightstand,

Leroy looked up. “Okay, we got about 20 minutes. How about another DP? You want to try out her ass this time?”

“Really? I’ve never…”

“Shit, you’ll love it. So will she. Let’s get her set up.”

—–

Dara woke up right at 6am and felt Lily’s warmth before she even saw her. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, Dara smiled as she looked down at Lily’s sleeping form, listening to the tiny dozing sounds coming from her new sister. Dara was always an early riser, but also knew that many other people weren’t, so she quietly slid out of bed and left Lily fast asleep.

She stopped at Levent travesti the edge of the bed and looked at Lily. Her heart nearly burst with emotion as she looked at the girl…the little girl that she didn’t even know a couple of weeks ago, a little girl who needed and received her protection, and now a little girl that she was completely in love with and who was now her adopted sister. She wanted to kiss her so badly, but she also didn’t want to disturb her. With a happy sigh, Dara resisted her urges and padded to the bedroom door to pee, grabbing a t-shirt to cover herself in case her grandfather was up.

—–

Having used the bathroom, Dara was on her way back to the bedroom when she heard conversation in the kitchen. She walked in to see Tianyu, Akane, and her grandfather all there.

Akane saw her first. “Good morning, Mistress. Did we wake you?”

Dara shook her head. “Ask your grandfather…I’m always up this early.”

Bernie nodded. “I don’t know who started getting who up. We’ve been both early-risers for as long as I can remember.”

Akane moved over to kiss Dara but Dara paused and looked at her grandfather.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss the girl, Dara…she’s been waiting for it for an hour!”

Dara blinked, then looked at Akane. She then took Akane’s head in her hand and planted a big kiss on her. The two continued the kiss for 30 seconds, completely enjoying each other.

Dara then broke the kiss. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, grandpa? There’s going to be a lot of this kind of thing…and probably…more…”

“You mean with sex stuff and the bondage?”

Dara’s mouth dropped open.

“Dara, I’m not stupid, and I’m definitely not deaf…not yet anyway. That night you had Lily over, when you did all those things to her…that sound travels throughout the house. At first I thought I should intervene, but then I heard Lily’s voice change to something much more…happy.”

Dara swallowed. “And…you’re…okay?”

“I told Tianyu about it, and he showed me something.”

Tianyu opened a video on his phone. “I came home a few days ago to see my daughters pleasuring themselves to the video you made of that night, Dara.” He clicked ‘play’ and Dara could see an overhead shot of both Lily and Akane, both naked, both orgasming, the sound of Dara working on Lily loud in the background.

Akane was next to Dara. “It was at this moment that I wanted to be like Lily there…and I wanted you to be my Mistress.”

Dara salivated watching the three minutes of her sisters in ecstasy. Their voices were pure music as they came, their naked bodies writhing and jerking. At the last few seconds, the camera pivoted up at a TV screen, and Dara was there, powering a strap-on dildo into a blindfolded and tied-down Lily.

Then the video ended.

“Grandpa, I…”

“Dara, it’s okay. This makes you happy, and it makes them happy. I’m old-school, but I also love you like nobody else, and WANT you to be goddamned happy.”

Dara blinked away tears. She ran over and hugged Bernie, who returned it as best he could.

“One request though…I’d appreciate a little bit of decorum from you, since I have a bit of a hard time with the piercings.”

“No problem, grandpa. I’ll do my best to cover myself up.” Then she had a sly smile. “Akane!”

Akane stood straight. “Yes, Mistress!”

“Take off your nightgown. I want to see you naked.”

Akane immediately did so. Bernie frowned.

“Now go over and hug your grandpa.”

Akane happily did so. Bernie surprised Dara by not only welcoming the nude girl’s hug but hugging her back.

“What? You think I was going to turn this down? Ha!”

Dara couldn’t help but laugh.

—–

Mark Ulrich woke up, happy that it was a Sunday. His muscles ached a bit as he got to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He looked back and saw his wife Janet in a beautiful embrace with Katy Jenkins. Both were sleeping peacefully, and it made Mark smile to see Janet so serene. He stood up to stretch his legs, then walked to the bathroom. There were a couple of things he thought he should think about, but he internally shrugged and kept walking.

He emptied his bladder, flushed, and turned when a thought struck him.

Wait…where was Kaia?

As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he remembered the other thing.

He wasn’t wearing any clothes.

Kaia stood there, also naked.

“Good morning, Mr. Ulrich.”

“Good…good morning, Kaia. You…you’re up early.”

“Yes, my brother usually gets me up early to fuck. My body has gotten used to that. Would you like to fuck this body, sir?”

Mark could only nod. His cock quickly stiffened.

“Come this way…fuck me on your couch please.”

The two walked to the living room. Kaia smiled at the couch. “How many times has this couch been used for sex, sir?”

“Um…a couple…”

“You and your wife?”

“And Katy too.”

Kaia licked her lips. “Now you can add me Levent travestileri to that list. I want to suck it first.”

Mark braced himself on his chair as Kaia got on her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. He watched her go all the way down on him and hold it there. He tentatively put his hands on the back of her head but applied no pressure. A few moments later, she withdrew with a large gasp, then immediately went back down. Mark threw his head back as she kept doing this, deepthroating him, keeping him deeply rooted, then pulling out.

Mark and Kaia kept this up for a few minutes until Mark couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted Kaia up and positioned her on her hands and knees on the couch and leaned down behind her. Her pussy was dark and beautiful, and he stroked it with his hand, earning a lusty moan from Kaia.

Mark said in low tones, “Shhh…don’t wake the girls.”

Kaia looked over her shoulder and nodded. She saw him climb behind her and then felt his cock enter her from behind. Her mouth opened and she groaned but put her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. Mark began deep-pumping, driving his cock all the way into the beautiful teen. He easily grabbed Kaia’s long braids, using them to help him push himself as deep as he could.

—–

Janet stirred and immediately knew what her situation was.

She was naked, under the covers of her bed. She was pressed tight against an also-naked Katy Jenkins, and her heart sang as she breathed in Katy’s fresh smell and felt the blonde’s lovely hair on her face. Her hands slid softly across Katy’s sides, feeling the warmth of her skin. She opened her eyes and saw her lover’s beautiful little face next to hers.

“Mmmm…good morning, Mommy.” Katy didn’t open her eyes but smiled in contentment.

“Good morning, my sweet little Katy. How did you sleep?”

“Perfectly, Mommy. How about you?”

“I slept very well, with my little baby in my arms.” The two women pulled each other tighter, their breasts pushing together. They kissed deeply, cooing happily.

Katy then giggled. “Mommy, I think Daddy is fucking my girlfriend.”

Janet suddenly realized that neither of the other two were in the bed.

“How do you know?”

“Listen, Mommy…I think they’re trying to be quiet, but you can still hear them…especially Kaia.”

Both of them froze and listened. Janet could swear she heard something. Maybe a low moan. Maybe a grunt. Maybe…

She looked back at Katy. “I think you’re right, my little Katy.”

“I want to watch. Can we watch Daddy fuck Kaia, Mommy?”

“Yes, but we have to be SO quiet! Can you be very quiet, Katy?”

Katy nodded seriously. “I can, Mommy. Let’s go see!”

Both women disengaged from each other and slid out of bed, creeping to the door. As quietly as they could, they opened the door and padded their way toward the living room.

Janet peeked around the edge of the wall and could see the couch, as well as Mark’s back. They could now hear flesh lightly slapping against each other, as well as muted moans and groans. Janet smiled back at Katy and motioned her to move up. The two girls peeked further around and now could see Kaia on all fours on the couch as Mark powered into her from behind.

The two observers crept into the living room, completely unnoticed by the fornicating duo. Mark continued to grind his hips into Kaia and Kaia pushed right back, almost as if the two were competing with each other. Janet and Katy settled into Mark’s favorite chair, an overstuffed recliner that easily fit both girls. They quietly sat, Katy on Janet’s lap, and watched the other two fuck the daylights out of each other.

Sweat flew as Mark used all of his strength to fuck Kaia. She responded in kind, and the two slowly started to forget they were supposed to be quiet. Their impacts were becoming louder, and their grunting and moaning started to become more intense. Janet and Katy cuddled into each other, and their excitement level grew along with Mark and Kaia.

Katy whispered to Janet, “Kaia’s gonna cum now…watch.” Janet’s eyes widened as she watched Kaia. The girl started to shiver, and then her muscles suddenly locked. She looked absolutely frozen for a long moment, then suddenly shuddered as the orgasm rolled through her. She laid her head on the couch as Mark slowed his pace temporarily and noticed they were not alone.

She looked back at Mark. “Mr. Ulrich, we have an audience.” Mark looked back and saw the two intertwined girls and smiled. She then smacked Kaia on her backside and started pumping her hard again. Shrieking from the spank, Kaia started pushing back again, and the fuck started to increase in intensity.

“Mommy, I want to fuck you like that. Can I? Can I put on a strap-on and fuck you like Daddy would fuck you?”

Janet looked at Katy and suddenly Janet had a look that Katy didn’t expect.

Janet looked…scared.

“Mommy! What’s wrong? Daddy, why does Mommy look so frightened?” Mark looked back Travesti levent and saw the pair and calmed himself. Kaia looked back and worry crossed her face. Janet DID look scared, and Katy wasn’t really playing anymore. She really did look like a child upset at her parent showing fear.

Without removing himself from Kaia, Mark said, “Katy, your Mommy has never had another cock apart from your Daddy’s. She’s very nervous about having someone else inside her.”

“Mommy! Is it true? Are you scared of me fucking you with a new cock?” Kaia could see that Katy was on the verge of tears.

Janet looked up and locked eyes with Katy. She nodded slowly, then realized that Katy was about to cry.

“Oh, Katy! Don’t cry! Your Mommy loves you so much! Do you really want to fuck Mommy?”

Katy nodded, so much emotion on that beautiful face. “I do, Mommy! I want to make you cum with my cock like Daddy does. I’ll make you feel good, Mommy! I swear!”

Mark and Kaia had completely stopped, though Mark still occupied Kaia’s very wet pussy. Both watched this unfolding spectacle occurring on Mark’s chair.

Janet put her forehead on Katy’s. “Will…will you be gentle with me? If you fuck me with your cock, will you be gentle to your Mommy?”

Katy nodded on her Mommy’s forehead, her eyes wide. “I will, Mommy! I’ll make such gentle and sweet love to your pussy!”

“Then I w…want you to fuck…fuck me, Katy. Please…please put on a strap-on and fuck my pussy. Please?”

Katy’s blue eyes glittered with pure joy. “I will, Mommy! I’ll go get it now!” Katy ran as fast as she could into the bedroom and found the strap-on…the same one that Janet had used on her. She bolted back and slid the harness on, but then looked at Janet, who had pulled her legs up and had her arms around them, her eyes wide as she stared at the plastic cock. Mark and Kaia continued to watch.

“Mommy, I love you so much. Don’t be afraid. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I promise. You believe me, Mommy?”

Janet looked up at Katy and the blonde was struck at how much she and Bess looked alike. Janet looked at the plastic cock, then back to Katy. “I believe you, baby. Come make your Mommy feel good.”

Katy’s smile was radiant. She looked at Mark, who was smiling at her. “Daddy, can we use the couch? I want to make sure Mommy is extra comfy!”

“Of course, baby girl. Kaia, let’s go on my chair. I’d love to have you mount me.”

Kaia smiled. “Yes, sir!” The two couples switched places. Mark sat in his favorite chair and Kaia climbed onto his lap, lowering her pussy onto his cock, moaning as she was penetrated.

At the same time, Janet lay back on the couch. Katy looked her up and down.

“I bet a lot of boys wanted to fuck you, Mommy. Daddy was so lucky to have this body for his own.”

Janet blushed sweetly while biting a fingernail, which sent a thrill through Katy’s body.

“Okay, Mommy. I’m going to climb on top of you and slowly slide my cock inside you. I’ll go very slow, I promise.”

Janet spread her legs and Katy could see her Mommy’s cunt was dripping wet. “Mommy, your pussy is really wanting my cock. Can I put it in you?”

Janet, still more than a little nervous, nodded. “Please, baby…put…put your cock in me.”

“Okay, Mommy…here I go.”

Katy moved forward, placing her cockhead at Janet’s slick opening. She looked up and smiled.

“Mommy, you know that I was Bess’s first girl? In my bed, she put her cock inside me. Now, I get to be YOUR first girl, and I get to put my cock inside you!”

Janet laughed, some of her nervousness melting away.

“I love you, Katy.”

“I love you, Mommy.” And with that, Katy pushed her way in slowly.

Janet inhaled sharply as the plastic head pierced her, moving her lips aside as it entered. Katy moved about an inch in and stopped. “Are you okay, Mommy?”

Janet looked down and saw how much more cock there was to go. That first inch though…

…it felt…

…GOOD.

She looked up at Katy and smiled. “Yes, baby. Your cock feels very good in Mommy’s pussy. More?”

“Yes, Mommy! Have a little more!”

Katy pushed another inch in and looked up at Janet’s face. Her Mommy moaned happily as she was further invaded, her body quaking in pleasure.

“Mommy, you’re doing so good! My cock loves your pussy so much!”

Without asking, Katy pushed deeper. By this point, Katy was in as far as Mark’s cock could go, and she still had three more inches left.

“Mommy? Can I go more? I still have some cock left…”

Janet was breathing very heavy, and her skin prickled. “T-Try another…huhhhhh…inch…baby…”

“Yes, Mommy.” Katy very slowly pushed a little further, and the cock descended deeper into uncharted territory. Janet moaned wantonly and she started to shake, her breasts jiggling.

“Baby…uuuuuhhhh…BABY…uuHUUUHHHHHH!!”

That did it. Janet came hard, her orgasm triggering from that last inch. Katy held completely still as Janet juddered and twitched.

“Oh, Mommy! Look at you cum!”

Katy waited for her Mommy’s orgasm to subside, then withdrew a bit. Janet looked at her with glassy eyes.

“Mommy, I want to pump you now. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

Janet nodded. “Ok…baby…b-be…gentle…wi-with…Mommy.”

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NYE Hotel Takeover Pt. 01

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This is a story that just took place at a New Year’s Eve party we attended, and I figured I would write about it while it was still fresh in my mind. It was an exclusive swinger’s party, so if that type of lifestyle offends you, this probably isn’t a story for you. Feel free to comment, but please be tasteful. Negative comments will be deleted for obvious reasons. My wife and I just thought that some may enjoy hearing about the story as much as we enjoyed living it. Our friends that we met (other than Brittany) have their real names changed in the story to conceal their identities.

My wife Amy and I have been married several years and have been recreational swingers for the last ten or more. We don’t consider it a “lifestyle” for us per se, since we only partake a couple times a year. We usually try to attend events around the holidays at organized hotel takeover parties that are themed. Our most recent party was a New Year’s Eve complete hotel takeover. We had discussed attending a few months back, but we were still uncertain whether we would at that point. I went ahead and booked a hotel room anyway just in case.

We are now mostly empty nesters in our late forties. I say mostly because we still have two in college that are home sporadically. Before we go any further, I’d also like to clarify the fact that just because we attend these types of parties doesn’t mean we go and hook up with people every time. There has to be a mutual attraction physically and by personality before we even consider swapping partners. You can usually tell right away if you’re going to click with someone, and then you let it play out from there. There are certain times that you find the right couple or single that just ignites the lust in your bodies.

We have a family friend named Brittany that has recently joined us on a couple of our outings. It happened by chance one evening after we had a few friends over for a BBQ and pool party. We have known Brittany for several years and our youngest boys grew up playing sports together, so she’s been to our house several times prior to this particular evening. Brittany had gone through a divorce about a year ago from an emotionally abusive husband. I always commented to Amy that I didn’t care much for the guy, and he seemed like an ass.

He was the jealous type and did not want to get divorced. Brittany had just had enough and finally got the courage to go through with it. Once it was final, he became the borderline psycho type that would follow her around or have people spying on her for him. If she would try to go on a date with someone, he would do everything in his power to ruin it for her or scare the guy off. That’s why she ended up spending a lot of time with us. Amy is one of her closest friends and that asshole knows better than to start some crap at our place.

We ended up having some neighborhood friends over for a cookout and to utilize our new inground pool and hot tub one evening over the summer. The get together went as expected and everyone had a great time. Brittany had planned on staying with us all along because her and Amy like to drink together. After everyone left that night, the girls continued to maintain their buzz and ended up naked in the hot tub. This surprised me because Brittany was always so conservative. I later found out that it was mostly due to her ex-husband’s emotional abuse.

Brittany is absolutely gorgeous. She’s a few years younger than us and still a knockout. She’s a little taller than Amy at 5’4″ with short platinum blonde hair, 115lb slender physique, 34C natural tits and tight little ass. I caught myself checking her out on multiple occasions prior to this, and Amy had even made comments about her looks. Amy is very bi-sexual when the opportunity presents itself, so I knew that she would love to get her hands on Brittany. One thing led to another on this night, and Amy got more than just her hands all over her.

To make a long story short, they ended up making out in the hot tub which led to further activity in the bedroom. We ended up having a threesome that night and into the next day. There were even a few times where Amy had dozed off and it was just me and Brittany going at it. She was as amazing as I always envisioned in my head. We all ended up getting together sexually several times over the last few months. Sometimes it was just her and Amy, and there were a few times where it was just her and I. That gives you a little back story on how she came to join us at this New Year’s Eve party.

Amy had confided in her our extra-curricular hobby and it intrigued Brittany. We were like a safe haven for her with her ex, so she spent a lot of time with us and not much time actually trying to date. It was almost like we were a poly couple since she spent so much time with us, and we were all sleeping with each other. Her only child was in college with our son also, so she didn’t have anything pulling her back down to reality so to speak. Amy told me that Brittany wanted to go to the party with us, so I naturally didn’t have any objections. The girls made a big Kurtköy travestileri to do about it and went shopping for the perfect outfits for each of the evenings since we’d be there three nights.

After two full days of shopping and several hundred dollars spent on outfits, they were finally all set for the weekend. Friday came and we got packed up after work. Brittany met us at our house and showed up with enough luggage for a month-long trip it seemed. Amy was the same way. I told them that we were lucky to have a large SUV or we’d have to make multiple trips. The hotel was in the city a couple hours from us. We finally hit the road at about 6pm on Friday night. The girls had packed up a large cooler full of liquor and already tapped into it for the road trip.

This proved to be a pain in the butt since both women have peanut bladders. We ended up stopping three different times for a 2-hour trip so they could pee. They were enjoying themselves, so it was worth it. We finally arrived at the hotel, and I got us checked in. We then went and got checked in with the party organizers and got our wrist bracelets for the weekend. This signifies that we paid up and are supposed to be there since it’s a hotel takeover. There was ton of people there already.

People were scrambling and trying to get checked in and paid up since it was approaching 9pm by this time. We made it to our room and the floor was bumping with loud music. Several people had their doors propped open with people mingling in and out. I could tell that it was going to be a good time. Amy and I have been to several of these parties, but Brittany was in awe trying to take everything in. We settled into our room and the girls threw their luggage open. They proceeded to lay out multiple outfits to begin the arduous task of choosing which one they wanted to wear.

We all had already showered before we left, so we just needed to get changed over to be ready. The women had to do their obligatory dolling up with the makeup and everything even though neither needed it. It only took me a couple minutes to change over, and I fixed myself a drink. Both women were walking around in their bra and panties while they were in the makeup and dressing process. I decided that i was going to meander down the hall and see if we knew anyone else on the floor. We’ve developed a lot of friendships over the years attending these parties.

You don’t always see the same people at everyone, but there is a large portion of regulars that you do see. There’s one particular couple that usually attends all the parties we do, but they had conflicting schedules this time. We usually try to get conjoining rooms so we can open them up as one big party room. I didn’t see or hear any activity from the room that ended up conjoining with us. With it being a three-day event, the people may not be there yet or not arriving until the next day. As I was walking down the hall, I heard someone yell out my name. I turned around and saw our friend Lisa coming toward me.

Lisa and her husband Sam are regulars at this lifestyle group’s hotel parties. I don’t think I’ve ever been to one that they weren’t at. Lisa is smoking hot. She’s in her early 50’s but could easily pass for 35. She’s got one of the most beautiful sets of fake tits I think I’ve ever seen, and her body is hard as a rock. Sam is the same age as her, but he looks significantly older. Lisa is a social butterfly and doesn’t know a stranger. They are always a lot of fun to hang out with. I saw Sam walk out of one of the rooms and we took a few minutes to catch up as Lisa moved on down the hall.

Sam told me that there were a few couples from our circle of friends that were either already there or showing up later on that night. I told him I’d catch up to them later and moved on down the hall as well. As I looked into some of the open rooms, I saw quite the array of different set ups and some interesting looking people. One guy stumbled out of his room and appeared to be tipsy already. He introduced himself as Ron. Ron was holding a big bottle of Fireball and offered me up a drink. It sounded good at the time, so I took him up on it having not one, but two in succession.

That was certainly enough to clear out the throat and open the nasal passages. I figured that I had better turn around and see if they were even close to being ready yet. I walked into the room and dropped my jaw when I saw them. The first night is always more of a meet and greet, so the attire can range from casual to completely raunchy depending on the person. Amy had on a short denim skirt with her cowboy boots and a little button up western shirt. The shirt was tied and rolled up just below her tits so her midriff was exposed, and she had a push up bra on that made her fake 36C tits look even bigger. The shirt was buttoned down to where you could see all her cleavage.

She topped it off with her favorite cowboy hat and my cock was instantly hard. Brittany was wearing a pair of little black booty shorts that clung to her ass like they were strangling Kurtköy travestileri her. She had a little white tank top on and a bra that pushed her tits up as well. She had on a set of wedge heels that made her about 4 inches taller. My cock was equally pulsing at the sight of her also. Amy looked at me, “well whatta ya think babe?” I simply stumbled over my words for a minute until I could coherently respond. “Sexy as hell ladies!”

I told Amy that I had ran into Lisa and Sam and she got excited. Her and Lisa are always a hoot when they get together. They usually put on a damn good show when they are playing together also. Lisa is borderline lesbian I think by watching her with women. We all made ourselves another drink and then headed off the bar area where the meet and greet was taking place. As we walked in, several sets of eyes focused on the women. It was to be expected with the way that they looked. I’m sure it was that way when most of these women came in since there were so many head-turners in the room.

I was enjoying watching Brittany take everything in. I think that she was under the assumption that there would just be naked bodies all over the place 24/7 while we were here. We mingled into the crowd and right away, Lisa found Amy. Lisa drug Amy and Brittany out onto the dancefloor and I caught up with Sam again for a minute. I wasn’t quite ready to hit the floor yet. The girls had a good head start on me with the alcohol, so they were itching to go shake their asses. I finished my drink pretty quickly and told Amy I was headed back to the room to make another.

As I got back to our room, I saw couple going into the room that was connected to ours. They were a younger, good looking black couple that appeared to be in their early thirties. The guy looked over at me as I lined up with my room, so I said, “looks like we’re going to be neighbors for the weekend.” He pointed at my door and said, “is this you right here?” “It is. My name’s Drew. My wife Amy and our friend Brittany are down at the bar area right now dancing.” His wife quickly said that she couldn’t wait to get down there and let loose.

He introduced himself as JR and said his wife’s name is Tori. I shook hands with them both and could hardly avert my eyes from Tori. She was absolutely beautiful. She was about 5’8″ with long wavy hair, a very athletic body and well-defined curves. I had to stop myself for a minute. “I don’t mean to stare Tori, but you are absolutely beautiful. JR here is a lucky man.” She blushed and thanked me. I told JR that when he gets settled in that they should come have a drink with us and meet Amy and Brittany.

Tori walked into the room and dumped her bags on the bed. “OK baby, I’m ready now.” JR looked at me and laughed saying, “someone’s itching to go cut loose.” I laughed with him and said that this was the perfect place. I opened my door and offered them both up and drink and they eagerly accepted. Tori saw our big bottle of Fireball and wasted no time asking for a shot to start the night. I laughed and told JR that she acts a lot like my wife and her friend that’s with us. We all took a shot and then made a drink for ourselves before heading down to the bar area.

Along the way, JR and I engaged in some small talk about where they are from and whatnot. Tori seemed as if she was on a mission though, focusing on getting to the bar. As we walked in, Amy and Brittany came over, so I introduced them to our new neighbors. I saw JR’s eyes light up instantly as they each introduced themselves. Amy also took notice to Tori as well. After the introductions, Amy grabbed Tori by the hand and said, “come on girl, let’s go shake our asses a little.” Tori seemed as if she didn’t really need the encouragement and led them all onto the floor. JR and I hung off to the side to enjoy our drinks.

Through our small talk, I learned that they were from a couple hours away also, but not too far from us. He worked as a web designer and Tori was a registered nurse. They were completely new to this type of thing, and this was the first event they’ve ever attended. He and I continued to enjoy our drinks and made small talk as the girls sporadically came off the floor for more. JR and I ended up being runners to keep the women supplied with alcohol. I could tell that he was trying to take everything in by the way he constantly scanned the area.

I asked him what brought them out to this type of party, and their story is quite similar to ours. It all started as vocalizing their fantasies while having sex and it escalated to wanting to explore it. The two of them were college sweethearts and have been married for six years now. They didn’t have any kids yet and were still unsure if they wanted any. As we continued to drink, he kept up with question after question regarding our experiences and how I felt about watching Amy with other partners. He asked if I ever felt jealousy or if there was any fear of this breaking up our marriage.

I simply told him that they should take it slow and do what comes natural to them. I explained Travesti kurtköy that Amy and I completely trust each other, and we have just a few ground rules established to avoid anything that would potentially cause a serious issue. I also told him that our bond is stronger than it’s ever been and the love making has intensified tenfold. He seemed to be soaking it all in as best he could with the amount of alcohol he’s consumed to this point. I asked him which one of them originally suggested that they try it, and he quickly confessed that it was Tori.

I laughed and told him that sounded about right. For some reason, it seems as if a lot of the females in the lifestyle are in the medical field. I’ve run into several anyway. It may not be a fact as a whole statistically, but it sure does seem that way. The women continued to shake their asses on the dancefloor for another hour or so. Amy ushered them all off the floor and suggested we go mingle through the hotel since people were starting to disappear from the bar area. This usually meant the afterparties were starting to kick up in the individual hotel rooms.

We headed back to our room first to refill our drinks. The women were feeling no pain at this point and cackling like hens. I told JR that we usually go to these parties with another couple and try to get conjoining rooms since everyone seems to party in ours at some point of each night. He unlocked his side of the conjoining door we could move about the two freely. We all headed back out into the hall and down toward play suite. JR was asking me several questions about what goes on in the playrooms. I just laughed and told him that he may get a firsthand look if they’re already occupied.

They had 2 suites designated as play areas for this party. We stepped into the first one and there really wasn’t anything going on. We went through the conjoining door to the next and it was a whole different ball game. There were four couples laid out on the king-sized bed going at it. JR looked surprised by this, and I could see that Tori and Brittany had their eyes locked on it as well. “People just come in here and have big orgies?” he said looking on. “It depends on who comes in and what they want to do honestly.” I replied. I also told him that there are sometimes that you see things that you wish you didn’t.

We continued to troll around and pop in and out of different rooms throughout the floors. We met some interesting people and most seemed cool to be around. I could tell that the girls were starting to get a little worked up from seeing all the various situations we’d encountered on our quest to explore the hotel. Amy suggested we go back to our room and continue the party there. We made it back and I propped the door open for passersby to check out. Amy and Brittany changed into something more comfortable as they knew that they’d most likely be in the room for the night. They both came out in these cheek-hugging, black Hustler cotton shorts that left little to the imagination. There was bold print that said Hustler across their ass. They both had on wife-beater tank tops and thigh-high tube socks.

They looked hot. I noticed that JR couldn’t take his eyes off them. Amy suggested to Tori that she get into something more comfortable since she had been wearing those tight assed jeans all night. A few more people meandered into the room at this point. Tori grabbed Amy and told her to come over to help figure out something to wear. “Looks like Tori and Amy are hitting it off pretty well.” I said to JR. “Yeah, Tori told me that she thinks Amy is really cool and is fun to hang out with.” I asked him if Tori was bi or had any interest in that such a thing. He promptly told me that she fantasizes a lot about being with a woman.

There were probably ten or more people in our room at this point either dancing or chit chatting. I noticed that Ron was in there now and seemed to take a liking to Brittany. Some of these hotel parties allow single men to attend at an inflated rate and the number of ones allowed is limited. I met Ron earlier when he gave me a shot and he seemed pretty loopy then. Brittany wasn’t interested at all to say the least. She shot me a look and I could read what she was trying to say from a mile away.

I quickly made my way over to Ron and asked if he remembered meeting me earlier. He was having a hard time even forming a sentence. I’m not one for disturbing the crowd and making people lose the vibe, so I quietly walked Ron out and asked him if he needed any help getting to his room. He mumbled a few things and then staggered off down the hall. I went back in, and Brittany was talking with JR. She thanked me for taking care of the awkward situation and continued to chat with JR. I hadn’t seen Amy and Tori for a bit, so I poked my head into JR’s room.

I saw some clothes laid out on one of the beds, but I didn’t see Amy and Tori anywhere. I heard a noise coming from the bathroom and walked farther into the room. I was quite surprised to see Amy and Tori in the bathroom kissing each other while Tori was practically naked. My cock instantly got hard at the sight of this. Tori is sexy as hell and her deep caramel colored skin contrasted Amy’s brilliantly. She had some nice perky tits that Amy was caressing with her hands as they kissed. I stepped back as quietly as I could and went over to get JR.

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Roller Coaster Ride Ch. 15

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Roller Coaster Ride, Ch. 15

Been a while, so I’ll reset the end of 14c, but if you’re new to this series, you best start with chapter 1 and catch up. No sex among under 18 fantasy characters in this fantasy story about fantasy people. Please don’t judge their fantasy actions too harshly – we are on an erotic literature site, after all.

“My relationship with the band members, however, and especially Rocky, Johnny, and Tommy is shot, so I’ll be telling the other dancers I’m out. They want to resume practice next week because the first tour date is early June, but I don’t see how I can face those guys again. And if I could, I might try to kill them!”

“So you’re going to let those two, well three… well seven all together… you’re going to let those seven guys end your dancing dreams? Who, exactly, does that punish?” I ask.

“You don’t mean you think I should dance with the Continentals, do you? I thought you’d want me to never go near them again!” she responds with surprise.

I proposition her: “Let’s turn this around – can you handle it? By that I mean, can you go dance, be around the band at concerts, live the thrilling and exciting life of a troupe on tour, and be professional about it? If you’re going to engage in an orgy again, no, I don’t think you should.

“However, if you just want to dance and entertain, which you’re crazy good at, and keep your panties on around the band members and groupies, sure, I’m in favor. I love to watch you dance and hear you sing, and so do the guys and girls down home, and Dub, who thought you were magnificent when he watched the video. So why not?”

A big smile replaces the angst on her face, “You are the best husband ever! I do LOVE to dance and entertain, and I promise I will keep my panties on for everyone… except my husband, who gets whatever he wants!”

“You might want to qualify that” I tease, “the other dancers are pretty cute too.”

“I think you already know all about them, don’t you?” she asks with a knowing tone.

“Don’t ask questions unless you want to know the answer” I warn lightly. She shakes her head and changes the subject, “Let’s talk about the logistics of putting the dance team back together!”

That became our focus until Mark’s fever went and stayed down. By then there was little left of the night, we both fell into bed fully clothed and slept until he awakened hours later, again a healthy and happy boy.

Thursday, March 17

Fueled by two pots of coffee, eggs, sausage, biscuits, and a big glass of milk, I’m feeling good. Katy is hyper, partly due to lack of sleep and partly due to the new goal she’s set and the ‘immediate’ tasks to accomplish achievement. Bree, Brittney, and Angie are thrilled to hear from her, and even more thrilled that the dance troupe is rebuilding.

Joyce is thrilled by the opportunity to create the costumes, Andrew is scared shitless when she calls, and I can tell his butt is clinching at her chilly tone of voice, but he’s thrilled that she’s willing to go forward…with a few conditions.

The call to Chad is…awkward. He was there for the finale on January 1; he knows what happened to Katy; he knows what I told Rocky and Johnny a week later; he’s moved on from the dancers and opening for the ZZ Top Tour in Texas. When Katy says they girls are still planning to dance, and that Andrew says the gig is still theirs unless they don’t want it, he warms up.

When she assures him I’m cool with it…with a few conditions…he’s thrilled at the prospect. He doesn’t even ask what conditions, but Katy puts me on the phone to talk to him, leaves the room, and shuts the door.

After the ‘hello, how are ya?’ is over I ask “I’m sure you remember Malcom, Terry, and Carl; did you hear about them getting indicted for about a dozen felony and sex crimes?” He answers in the affirmative.

“Suppose you had a band member who knew them before that night, who was a subscriber to both their porn sites; how would you feel about that?” I ask.

He hesitates, then answers “That’s disappointing, if true, but what does that mean in this situation?”

I proceed, “Let’s suppose for a moment that knowing them and being a ‘comped’ member of their porn website and dark web hard-core porn site indicates that he set up the drugging and filming of my wife, without her consent, for use on the porn sites. Let’s pretend that he planned to participate in the subsequent blackmailing of said wife to coerce her into doing more porn, etc. Would that affect your feelings?”

“Hell, yes it would! That’s more than immoral, it’s illegal!” he answers vehemently.

“I know you’ve had a lot of different members over the years, and you have backups because everyone can’t be at every gig; do you have a good backup drummer in the wings?” I inquire.

“Hell, yes I do! That’s the first MF that came to mind when you said those things. I’ll fire his ass tonight and we’ll go forward with the new member tomorrow at Swiss Alp!” he responds.

“How about you do me a favor?” I ask. “Don’t Avrupa yakası travesti fire him just yet, but have the replacement ready. I’d like to have a short conversation with him before you go on, and he might not be available after that conversation, depending on how it goes.”

“Done!” Chad exclaims “And I hope your ‘conversation’ ends with him missing his nuts!”

“We’ll see” I reply “And thanks for going along.”

His voice gets really emotional as he says “Tim, I say this with the greatest sincerity: I’ve been sick to my soul ever since that night, and I read the riot act to everyone involved. I honestly think Johnny and Rocky feel worse than I do, and the kids saw the light after your meeting with them at the lodge. I promise you I’ll break up the band before I’ll let something like that happen again!

“Katy is the best thing that ever happened to our little band, and if we get the ZZ Top gig it will be because of her and the other dancers. To have her treated that way… makes me sick! Tim, the fact that you’re still with her and supporting her tells me that you’re every bit the man you appear to be. God bless both of you!!”

We say our goodbyes after I tell him I’ll see him tomorrow night, and I go back into the living room. Katy looks askance at me. I tell her it all went well, and ask when the dance team is getting together again. She replies they are practicing Saturday in Bastrop and Sunday here.

“What would you think about inviting them to meet us at a benefit dance tomorrow night at Swiss Alp?

“Your favorite band will be playing there, and you can get reacquainted with their music in person, as a spectator.”

The look on her face is priceless; she’s excited, but disbelieving, not sure whether this is a prank or she should celebrate. I assure her I’m serious, and he gives me a big hug.

“I’m so grateful that I have you! I want to show you just how grateful, mister, so let’s get up to the bedroom!”

There are two minor problems with that idea running around in the kitchen, I remind her, and also remind her that the girls need to be invited so we’ll know who can come. She grabs me by the cock, squeezes, and tells me okay, but later… I smile and go play with the boys.

That night after bedtime she exhibits her gratitude in many ways: on top, on bottom, in front, and face down, using every means at her disposal…or rather at my disposal.

Friday, March 18

I know I really should tell her what I have planned, but I don’t want her to worry, so I just stay quiet. She asks if Joyce can go with us, I tell her she certainly can, just tell her to meet us at home and we will leave from here. When she’s not around I call Randy and ask him if he wants to go; he does, of course, and thanks me for the offer. I tell him to be at our house at 6:30, and BYOB.

Katy is at Joyce’s store most of the afternoon ‘because she doesn’t have anything to wear’, but when she comes out dressed in a sleeveless, sequined, merlot-colored jumpsuit I’m glad she did. Joyce arrives in a fancy pant set that shows off her assets well, and they begin getting ready to go.

Lisa, is our babysitter tonight, and she looks as scrumptious as her big sister, Brooke, always does.

The ladies are ready to leave; the doorbell rings, I open it, and Randy comes in carrying his favorite Texas bourbon. I’m positioned so that I can see Katy’s eyes get wide when he walks in, and I can see him blush when he sees her. ‘Good’, I think ‘Let’s get this all out in the open and test her resolve early on.’

The radio is blaring oldies as we head south in the old muscle car, my restored 1970 Malibu Super Sport, and everyone but me is drinking, open container be damned. We’re way early, so the band is just bringing things in and getting set up. We make a generous donation to the benefit, and claim a big table beside the dance floor and somewhat close to the band.

Bree and Brittney arrive, followed closely by Angie and her mom; they all look ravishing, and the greetings are memorable.

Everyone gets a drink and we start catching up on what has happened since January 1. Chad walks outside the curtain where I can see him and makes a subtle gesture. I excuse myself and walk away toward the bathroom before circling over to the bandstand; no one at our table seems to notice. Chad points outside and says “He’s all yours!”

I make my way down the stairs and around back to where Tommy is talking to Johnny, Rocky, and one of the boys involved in ‘the incident at the lodge’. They stop talking and spread apart when I approach, but I did hear them discussing how good Katy looks before they went quiet.

Without further ado, I walk straight to Tommy, get face to face, and in my menacing voice, say, “I know that you planned the debacle at the lodge with your buddies. I also know the plans you made for my wife’s future in porn. You see, your idiot friends left everything accessible! By ‘everything’ I mean all their records, their notes, and their subscriber Avrupa yakası travestileri lists, and by ‘accessible’ I mean unguarded on the internet. So, when I say ‘I know’, I know.”

Tommy’s eyes go cold, his hands turn into fists, and the rage is upon him. “Fuck you! You don’t know shit! If you actually knew all that I’d be in jail with them, so go fuck yourself!”

I taunt him, “Maybe the cops are on their way right now. Maybe tonight instead of raping some drugged woman you’ll be being raped in your jail cell. If you’re lucky, maybe someone will slip you some rohypnol like you slipped into my wife’s second drink.”

He steps closer “I said go fuck yourself! That didn’t happen! Your wife is just a slut; she is the one who teased us until we gave her what she wanted – a good gangbanging!”

I hold my ground “I guess the courts can settle that. I’ll be there to testify with the documentation I was sent. I’m pretty sure you’re going to do some serious time. Maybe you Malcom, Terry, and Carl can take turns getting gangbanged, which I’m sure all of you will enjoy!”

The others have backed up and they look stricken; Tommy explodes “You shouldn’t have married a whore, man! We didn’t do anything she didn’t beg us to do, and she wanted more, and more, and more! A slut like her…”

He doesn’t finish because he stupidly punches me; or rather at me. I’ve been ready, so I knock the overhand right aside with my forearm and pound his stomach, ribs, and chest. I don’t let him bend over; I pound his skinny body everywhere I can reach, step back, and knock his ass OUT with a blow that messes up his eyes and cheek. With measure coldness I place the heel of my boot on his right hand, transfer my weight to it, and then pivot; a one-handed drummer might have trouble getting work, but that’s his problem, not mine.

He lies there in a heap, and I turn to the nearest witnesses “You saw him swing at me after insulting my wife repeatedly, right?” They all three nod affirmatively, and Chad steps from behind a car “I did too!”

Several female voices speak up from the stairs “And we did too!” Katy and the crew must have noticed me leaving, because they apparently were watching and listening.

Just then, a blackout Tahoe pulls in and two Texas Rangers step out, badges shining. They put on their hats and inquire, “Anyone know a guy named Tommy Roberts? We need to speak to him.”

Chad speaks up first, pointing at the prostrate figure on the ground “He’s right here, officer. He attacked this gentleman, and that proved to be a mistake.”

They look at me, at Tommy, and say “Well, that saves us some trouble. We’ll read him his rights when he wakes up.”

They lift him, cuff him, drag-carry him to the car, and dump him in the back seat, face down. After taking our names as potential witnesses if he wants to press charges against me, or I want to press charges against him, they wave at us they drive off. No statements were asked or given, so it is clear their interest was in Tommy had to do with something else. Perhaps it was the damning information DD sent to them anonymously?

I look at Johnny, Rocky, and the kid, whose name is Ricky. “Have any concerns about what just happened?” They shake their heads, and I turn to go “Tim! Wait, man; we’re so, so sorry!” says Rocky. “We didn’t know! We should have known, but we were drunk and high on excitement. It’s not an excuse, but it is the truth!”

“Don’t tell me – it’s my wife you need to tell. She’s planning to castrate all four of you.” He and the other three turn toward where Katy is standing on the stairs and he starts “Katy, we’re…” She turns on a dime and walks away, back to our table; the others follow.

“Sorry guys; guess you’ll have to get used to living without nuts” I say with a shrug, and go inside.

Chad laughs “Eunuchs – maybe then you’ll keep your dicks in your pants!”

As I walked toward the steps I hear Johnny saying, “Man, we really fucked up! We should have known, I guess, but she’s so fine I was just thrilled that she wanted me…us. I guess that should have been a clue, her suddenly stripping and…all. What the fuck did they give her, Ricky.”

I can’t hear his response, but l hope it was “I don’t know.”

I circle by the bar, get a tray full of beer and mixers, and go make my way to the table. As I approach I see six sets of adoring eyes, and a look on Randy’s face that describes how glad he is that wasn’t him. Audrey exclaims, “Our hero!” and the other girls all clap quietly. To that display, I reply, “I’ll be your waiter all night if I get a round of applause each time; you guys must be really thirsty!”

Katy helps me set the tray down on the table, grabs me in a bear hug, and assures me the hero worship is for more than bringing drinks. I look at the adoring eyes and tell them, “I’m sorry you had to see that, but it turns out he was partners with the other three jackasses. In fact, without him none of the events of that night would have happened. He needs to pay for Travesti avrupa yakası his traitorous duplicity, and that was a down payment. I’m confident the monthly payments will be extracted in prison for a dozen years or more. And, Randy, this is none of your business, so don’t start asking.”

Katy says “The others aren’t getting off with an apology either! I’ll think of something!”

I laugh “I told them you planned to cut off their nuts, so you can play that out. They looked plenty worried, like they know you might!” The girls all laugh aloud, Randy looks mystified, and I take my seat.

The crowd arrives at 8:00, just before the band starts playing. Barry, the new drummer, is a good-looking youngster who has a mic and sings harmony, mostly. There is a song where he’s the lead singer, and he is good. Since Tommy did neither, this seems like an upgrade to me.

I’m glad; I didn’t want to end the band, but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.

The beer was cold, the company was fantastic, the band was excellent, and we danced and talked the night away. Having six hot girls at the table asking makes it impossible to say no to dance requests, and I danced more than probably ever; Randy did too.

Of course, the downside is there is a constant flow of single men around the table. The girls are friendly and ready to dance, but each looks to me for permission before they accept. The faces keep changing because it seems they make it clear that dancing is the extent of their involvement.

The drinking is steady but not of the binge variety and a light buzz is maintained all night. It’s actually been an ideal night, relaxed and yet exciting, and my wife is enjoying herself and ‘behaving’, as she calls it. Yes, she’s danced with others, especially on the fast stuff, but not without checking with me first. The band members drop by to say hello, but they spend their breaks at ‘their table’ with their wives, girlfriends, and groupies.

Since I’m driving, I’ve fallen a bit behind in the drinking; perhaps that’s why I’m aware that my dance partners are a bit closer now than earlier, and that holds true with their other male dance partners. They all feel wonderful with our bodies touching and their heads on my shoulder, but Bree and Brittney are starting to drive me crazy, and my cock responds. Then it’s Katy’s turn; she’s completely up against me, rubbing her boobs on my chest, her pussy on my leg, and grabbing my butt from time to time.

This is shaping up to be a really good night!

The last break for the band brings Chad to our table; the band has had one of those nights where it all comes together to make great music for an appreciative crowd, and he’s in a great mood. He says hello to everyone, then asks the girls “Well, I don’t suppose you ladies would like to grace the area in front of the stage and give everyone a show, would you? No room on the stage, but we can get you some space up front. I know you haven’t practiced lately, but the first time you just walked up cold and killed it, so if you want to, we will play whatever music you want. Moreover, if you two want to sing again, we’ll do that too. What do you say?”

Katy looks excited but reluctant; the other just look thrilled. They all look at Katy, who looks at me. “Hey, the man has a good point. Y’all killed it without practice before, and I’d love to watch you put on a show again. But, in the end it’s up to you.”

Katy nods, looks at the others, and tells Chad “Let’s do it!”

The dance team troops back stage with Chad to make all the decisions about who, when, and what. Joyce, Audrey, Randy, and I are left at the table. Joyce engages Randy in conversation, and Audrey moves next to me, puts her hand on my leg, and makes me a proposition. “Wanna go outside while we’re waiting and let me finish that blow job I started at your house?”

“Yes” I tell her, “but we shouldn’t. I’m not at all sure I’ll be able to quit at a blow job, and you know how long it takes to thoroughly satisfy you, so…rain check?”

She giggles, squeezes my dick, and says “Of course! Valid anytime, anywhere.”

Joyce starts a conversation with Audrey, and Randy leans over to tell me “Damn, that lady is HOT. I’d love to dick her! Is she really Angie’s mom? She’s a MILF for sure!”

“What about Joyce?” I ask.

“Well, her too, but she’s sixth out of six tonight” he replies.

“That just shows you what great company you’re in that a sexy woman like that is in last place, right?” I tease. He smiles and nods.

The band comes back out and starts the 1959 classic ‘Stagger Lee’; when the slow intro ends Johnny takes the mic while the band holds the beat “We have a VERY SPECIAL TREAT for you tonight! The hugely talented and very beautiful ‘Shooting Stars’ are joining us, to entertain you, right here in front of the stage. Grab your hats and hang on, ’cause here’s Katy, Bree, Brittney, and Angie – the Shooting Stars!”

The girls strut out with Angie in the lead, then Brittney, Bree and Katy. Little Angie is wearing a bright blue skater skirt and white bodysuit, with 3 inch heels. Brit is impeccably dressed in purple velvet pantsuit and a black cami, with 3-inch heels, while Bree is wearing a low cut green sweater with bronze leggings and brown ankle boots. Katy is wearing the sleeveless, sequined, merlot-colored jumpsuit with strappy sandals.

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Lactating Mum Sparks a 4-way Orgy

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It was wonderful news when my bother (Bill) announced that he and his wife Gwen were going to return to England after nearly four years living abroad. Before they had left the four of us had been extremely close. Jen my wife had dated both Bill and me. This had never been a problem between my brother and me in fact it only brought us closer together. Gwen and Jen were best friends throughout school and college years. Bill and Gwen had met through Jen and me and we often joked that it was more like a four way marriage.

The two weddings had been within a month of each other. Bill and Gwen moved abroad straight after their wedding. It is probably sensible to mention at this point that Gwen and Jen had played around a little with lesbian games with college friends including a few times with each other. Both declared themselves to be “straight” (how many times have I heard that). I had no problem about my wife’s past including the fact that for many months she and Bill had enjoyed a highly sexual relationship. Jen always teased me about how attracted I was to Gwen even though we had never enjoyed a physical relationship. She was completely right I loved her dearly but always saw our relationship as more like brother and sister. We were delighted when Bill and Gwen agreed to live with us until they found a house.

The timing was particular good as we had just had our first daughter and Jen was going through a very bad time following a problematic birth. Breastfeeding was proving difficult and she was not healing properly following the birth. Jen has always been highly sexed and we had not been able to have penetrative sex for many months. Although very highly sexed Jen has always avoided masturbation and I could not persuade her to indulge herself and she would not let me close to her pussy. It was causing friction between us and for the first time in our marriage we did not seem able to talk about it.

Our daughter Chelsea was not feeding well leaving Jen’s boobs swollen and very firm. Her nipples that had always been large were now huge particularly straight after feeding. The areola had grown proportionately and become almost black in color. I don’t know if it was due to not getting any sex or not but the sight as she disengaged Chelsea always looked amazingly sexy. Most evenings Jen had to use the breast pumps to express the excess milk and reduce the painful pressure in her boobs. This was usually completed beside Chelsea’s cot.

The first evening that the four of us spent together Jen fed Chelsea in front of the three of us. She showed Gwen how our daughter took the whole of the huge nipple into her mouth before latching on. I could see that my brother was not only interested by the breastfeeding but also aroused by it. When Chelsea had finished with Jen’s huge left nipple and transferred to the right one Jen did not cover it. Closer than usual I saw how textured and bobbly it was even as it was wet with milk.

Gwen questioned Jen about the feeding asking about what it felt like as the milk squirted out of the nipple. It was obvious that she was interested to know whether Jen was aroused by the feeding. Bill picked up on the theme and asked me whether I ever helped Jen with the excess milk. While both questions were carefully worded there was an underlying sexual edge to them. Much to my surprise Jen said that there were times when her nipples became very erect and sensitive. The next comment from Gwen changed the atmosphere completely.

“Are your nipples still super sensitive as they were when we were at college? If they are breastfeeding must be sweet agony.”

Jen didn’t answer but didn’t seem too flustered by it. The breastfeeding was over far too quickly and Gwen offered to help put Chelsea to bed. Bill was buzzing with questions about the breastfeeding and asked again about whether I got to enjoy the leftovers. I admitted that the idea was exciting but was honest about what parenthood had done to our sex life. I poured more of my best wine and he started to talk about how their sex life had gone from strength to strength. He swore me to secrecy when he said that Gwen had taken her bi-curiousness a few steps further. He said that it was this that far from upset Göztepe travesti him had excited him and sparked new and exciting life into their marriage. At about this time we heard the shower start up upstairs. Jen occasionally took a shower after the last feed before bedtime but it surprised me that she had with our guests there. The next day Jen told me what had happened when Gwen had led her into the shower.

Gwen led me into the shower and stripped me of all my clothes without saying anything. She turned the shower on and adjusted it to so that it was hotter than I usually had it. I have no idea how she was naked as quickly as she was but she was in the shower seconds behind me. She took the lower of the two showerheads and having turned me to face her aimed the hot water onto my left breast. My nipple was very soothed by the hot water. Not happy with playing the water across my whole boob she put the spray to the side so that it played up and down the length of my erect nipple. It felt so fucking erotic I thought my legs would give way. She played the water along the length of the nipple always starting at the crinkled areola. I just kept saying “no” time and time again but I have no idea why. I was gutted when she stopped but soon realized why. She had taken the other showerhead and was soon treating both nipples identically. If one had been good two was sensational. My legs did buckle a little until she put her knee between my legs to help me. My single expression changed from “no’ to “fuck”. I knew I was close to orgasm and her knee would allow me the contact with my clit that I would need. I was amazed as both nipples suddenly released milk squirting hard. She kissed me and said ” I would love you to cum right now but we are going to go downstairs and you are going share your orgasm with the boys.”

It was like Jen was hypnotized when Gwen led her into the room. When Gwen released the towel from around my wife’s waist she was completely naked. Gwen’s towel followed as she sat Jen down between us to men.

“Both of you will take one nipple each. You will use only your tongues and you will lick the length from her areola to the tip. You will not suck her nipple but you will keep teasing your nipple until it hopefully releases its milk.

You will not suck her nipples unless or until she orgasms. Then and only then you can suck her hard and empty her breasts.”

There was no way Bill or I were going to argue with Gwen’s set of orders. Jen’s left nipple was huge and I loved the feeling as my tongue repeatedly ran the length of it from areola to tip. I could just make out Bill’s tongue matching me lick for lick. I think Gwen was kneeling between Jen’s legs and she was giving a running commentary telling us how excited Jen was becoming. I was desperate to take the whole nipple into my mouth and suck hard but carried on doing the same thing hoping that we could get the milk flowing. It was an agonized scream from Jen that announced the arrival of the milk that didn’t flow but squirted under great pressure more than a foot into the air. Both nipples were soon shooting milk into the air. The scream had changed into a noise that Jen only makes just before she explodes in orgasm. It was Gwen who issued the instruction to Bill and I to suck Jen’s nipples hard. Jen’s orgasm was in full flow by the time we were both latched on. The milk was warm and sweet flowing on and on as Jen thrashed around as if in agony.

“Don’t you two boys stop sucking whatever Jen says.”

This was said as Jen’s hips settled a little and her voice suddenly screamed out “no, no, no you can’t, oh fuck that is soooo good.” I was just able to see enough to realize that Gwen was now using her tongue between Jen’s legs. The milk now squirted harder but stopped and started as if to match the spasms of her new or revitalized orgasm. Jen was as noisy now as I had ever heard her during an orgasm. She ordered us to bite her nipples and suck harder. She praised Gwen for giving the best oral ever. If I hadn’t been so excited this might have hurt me. Eventually Jen did quieten and calm down.

“My God I haven’t needed an orgasm so much for years. The nipple play was wonderful and Göztepe travestileri the orgasm powerful, I thought it would never end. I am not sure how much use I will be after that. Poor Bob has gone without for so long it would be lovely if he could enjoy some pussy but only if you both agree.”

Bill was non-committal until Gwen made it very clear that she was very enthusiastic. More than that, she was not going to take no for an answer. Before I could take the possibilities in Gwen had shuffled across so that she was between my legs. My trousers were round my ankles in seconds. I had loved playing with Jen and witnessing her stunning orgasm but it wasn’t until Gwen gripped my cock that I realized that my erection was rock-hard.

“Bill get round behind me and fuck the living daylights out of me. I need your cock right now. Bob’s cock looks good enough to eat and I want to swallow it whole. Oh fuck that feels wonderful fuck me harder.”

It was very clear that Gwen’s concentration was split between taking me into her warm mouth and receiving Bill’s cock. Concentrating or not her mouth felt wonderful as she teased me until I was afraid I would explode without as much as seeing a pussy. I was not impressed when Jen eased Gwen’s mouth off my cock until I saw that she did so so that she could render Gwen topless. Gwen’s left nipple was not comparable to Jen’s monsters but I loved being able to play with her bullet-like button. Jen had taken control on Gwen’s other nipple. It was almost a relief to have recovered a little bit of control of my erection but this did not last long as Gwen’s hands found my balls and her mouth reacquainted itself with the head of my cock. She didn’t tease me for long before she freed her mouth long enough to say to Bill,

“Don’t you dare cum in my pussy. I am sure Bob would much rather not be faced by my pussy full of your cum when he gets to fuck me for the first time.”

I had wondered whether I would in fact get to fuck Gwen when she had taken me in her mouth. Now I knew I would and I couldn’t wait. Bill took his wife’s warning slightly differently than me and immediately withdrew his cock. When she released me and I got behind the still kneeling Gwen the view was beautiful. Bill had not removed any of her clothing but had pulled her panties down just far enough for him to have full access to her pussy. This framed her red swollen wet pussy perfectly. The sight was sexy but also very dirty.

“We both love it when I fuck her while she is still wearing her panties. It makes the experience feel super dirty. Why don’t you give it a go?”

I didn’t need to be asked again. I slipped into her warm receptive pussy with ease and the view got even better and even dirtier. Rear entry is my favorite position to make love in because as much as I love boobs I am an ass man. Gwen’s looked accessible with a large area of very dark skin surrounding an invitingly open black orifice. Jen was working Gwen’s nipples and Bill now positioned himself so that Gwen could reach his prick with her hands or even her mouth. I took hold of her hips and fucked her with urgency, as I knew I would not last long. Gwen was not using her mouth as she announced,

“I love your cock it is going to rip an orgasm out of me right now. I am going to.. going to… to cum so hard, fuck me harder, harder haaaarrrr… “

I wanted to watch Gwen as she came but my balls wouldn’t wait. They squirted cum into her under great pressure as her pussy milked my cock. The feeling of relief after so long without making love was huge. I was still reveling in this relief when Gwen announced that poor old Bill’s cock was looking to explode, as he had not cum yet. Using a very silly childish voice she addressed Bill specifically when she asked,

“Is Billy’s little willy ready for his special treat then?”

This was obviously a coded comment, as Bill seemed to know exactly what it meant. He immediately asked if she was certain that this was what she wanted with us watching.

“Oh I think you will find that Jen will not be shocked at the idea. Jen do you remember that night at college when we entertained the twins? It was the only time that I called you Travesti göztepe a prude. I was happy to comply with their very special interest but you would only let them fuck your pussy. As much as I love anal two such big cocks was rather too much in one evening.”

Jen clearly was shocked by either the idea, the recounting of their past or both. I knew that Jen had been highly active sexually while at college. This was not a surprise as she has always enjoyed a very strong libido. She had shared many stories of those days with me and it was never a problem to me. I didn’t remember hearing about the twins. Anal sex was something I had always been keen to include in our sex life having enjoyed it with two earlier partners. Jen had always refused and given our good sex life I had never pushed too hard. Gwen sensed Jen’s discomfort and slightly apologetically smile asked,

“Please tell me you have discovered the joys of anal sex since. I love it so much, particular after having an orgasm when I am all relaxed and receptive. I can see from your reactions that Bob is excited by the idea but you are worried Jen. Bill is certainly going to enjoy my bottom right now. I have no intention of receiving two such wonderful cocks up my bottom so unless you are going to leave your husband high and dry I suggest you let me prepare you bottom with some of this lube.”

Gwen had taken complete control of the situation and when I saw Jen suddenly relax I knew that I was in for a treat. Jen was again the focus of attention as Gwen teased around her anus with a thoroughly lubed finger before easing into the tight orifice. While Jen and I had never had anal sex she did enjoy my fingers penetrating her when she is highly aroused. I admit that I wished it was my fingers doing the teasing but I sat back and watched as Jen’s arousal level rose. Bill had moved behind Gwen and had started to add lubrication where it didn’t look necessary. Feeling a little left out I decided to try and relax Jen by kissing her and talking to her in a calming way.

“Your bottom feels beautifully relaxed and very ready to receive Bob’s cock. Even if you do feel some pain do not tense up just relax and don’t fight it. Now lets sit next to each other on the sofa so that we can both enjoy a cock up our asses at the same time.”

Bill and I added plenty of lube to our erections before we knelt next to each other between our wife’s legs. I am not built like a porn star but the head of my cock did look huge when offered up to Jen’s tight bottom. Gwen had to remind Jen to relax as my cock teased and lubricated around the entrance. It wasn’t until Gwen gave a long wonderful sigh that I applied greater pressure and the head of my cock eased a couple of inches into Jen. Her groan was music to my ears as it indicated only pleasure not pain.

“Oh that is amazing you are stretching me wide open but it doesn’t hurt at all. Be slow and gentle but don’t stop until you are giving me ever millimeter of your cock. Fuck that feels good, give me more don’t stop.”

Gwen was holding Jen’s hand throughout but now turned and kissed my wife gently on the lips. Bill was thrusting into Gwen with a force I dare not copy but they both seemed close to climax within a couple of minutes. Bill apologized to Gwen as he said he could not hold off much longer but she told him to go for it as she was just about to blow. Although I had had an orgasm only minutes before the fact that I was screwing my wife’s tight bottom and seeing Bill and Gwen approaching orgasms was quickly threatened to unhinge me. Jen had been playing gently with her huge nipples but started to squeeze them hard as she said quietly as if only to herself,

“I’m going to cum. My god I am going to cum. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me……. “

I have never heard her quite as quiet as her eyes lost focus and she whispered on and on as much less violent spasms than normal accompanied her never ending orgasm. I was not sure whether her orgasm had finished when my hips took on a life of their own and I fucked her harder than I had ever intended to. It was once again Gwen’s voice that cut through the eventual silence,

“Was that orgasm as good as it looked Jen?”

Jen seemed barely able to respond but did manage a smiling nod.

My male friends who had become fathers complained that their sex lives had taken a dramatic drop off. In my case the sex that took place in our extended household was the best and most varied I had dreamed about let alone experienced.

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I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!

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2 days ago I came home a little earlier than usual from work and caught my husband in our living room fucking my best friend!

“Paul, you’re just a pig with a tiny prick! Nelly is a real slut! I hope you both get bored quickly! In the meantime, I’m going back to my parents! Ciao, asshole!” This is the text message I sent him.

At 35, married for 10 years, I’m tired: I gave everything to my job and everything to Paul. I feel like everything is collapsing around me.

Without giving too many explanations, I got my boss to let me work from home for ten days and went to my parents who have a very nice house near Avjgnon (Provence).

While driving, I told myself that I was going to take my revenge and give free rein to my imagination to have fun with the greatest number of guys!

“OK. Cool!” Are the words of Eddie, my 19 year old little brother, when I told him that I was going to stay at home with him for a few days. Our parents are on a cruise in the Mediterranean.

This first day, I worked a lot. Around 6 p.m., I put on my bathing suit and went to the edge of the pool to swim and cool off a bit. I should have gone earlier because, barely out of the lot and lying on my towel, I saw Eddie and 4 of his friends arrive. When they saw me they very politely came to greet me and then rushed to the pool house to take a shower.

And they really needed it because they work hard during the day for picking fruits. It is now the height of nectarine season and spending 8 hours under a blazing sun makes these young convicts sweat. They even really stink!

I hear them heckling in the showers for long minutes. Eddie is the first to come back by the pool.

“They’re my college buddies and they’re all on the swim team. Me, I am the healer… Finally, I am in charge of the first aid kit and the massages in case of problems…”

“And which one is your boyfriend?!” The question is straightforward, but Eddie came out last Christmas and we all took it very well in the family. He is a very nice boy, full of humor. He is very smart and even a year ahead. Physically, he’s in good shape, but he’s definitively not an athlete…

“None! You know, I flutter around and don’t try to attach myself to anyone…”

Our conversation ends when the 4 swimmer jocks join us, all proudly wearing their team’s speedos. Behind my sunglasses, I can observe them freely and what I see delights me!

They all have swimmers’ bodies, well developed, a little slender, with bulging muscles, pecs and abs of steel, V-shaped backs, broad and solid shoulders, muscular thighs.

The only downside is that they have no body hair (I know it’s one of the obligations of their sport, but it’s a bit of a shame). I notice that they have all kept the line of hair that starts from their navel Erenköy travesti to get wider when it enters into their swimming trunks: it’s quite sexy!

The first thing that I of course studied was what they have in the speedo and, at this level, believe me, you can’t be disappointed: their buttocks rebounded by their long workouts in the swimming pool stretch the fabrics to its limit and it is a pleasure to see them walking from behind; the front is even more obscene because the tissue that sticks to their anatomy hides nothing!

You can clearly see which direction their penis is pointing and easily imagine the size of their equipment… And nature has obviously provided them well!

My phone rings and I go back to my room to chat with my boss. It lasts, it lasts… I hear the laughter and cries of my brother’s pals in the distance. While listening to my boss, I look out the window and see them all stark naked and lying on the poolside tiles.

The conversation finally ends and I rush to join them to start savoring my revenge against Paul: I want to fuck all these beautiful young studs, gorged with testosterone, with young cocks so eager to spit out the liters of cum that their big balls make on demand!

They didn’t notice me coming to the edge of the pool, apparently telling each other sex stories… I lie down quietly and then ask them if they want an ice cream or something cold to drink.

Surprised to hear me and to be caught naked, they get up in a flash and start rushing to their towels…

“No, no guys, it’s really OK for me. I’m myself by the way going to imitate you…” I tell them while taking off my bikini top, freeing up my still firm and well-pointing breasts.

They are all standing up and facing me and I can really study their cocks.

Matthieu seems to be the oldest of the group (he’s actually 22 years old, being 2 years behind), he has the most developed body. He is very blond with blue eyes, has a devastating smile. His cock has already stretched out a bit and it begins to lift with each beat of his heart. He is not intimidated at all by the situation, keeps his legs apart, hands on his hips, visibly proud of what he is showing me.

Franky is a bit of the opposite: very black hair (of course short like the others). It’s cute to see him all intimidated, trying to hide with his hands his cock that he couldn’t control. It points proudly towards the sky and I sense it is a tool of good size.

Ali and Karim are apparently identical twins: same height, same build, same dark, slightly curly hair. Laughing and very dark eyes. A cheeky smile. Dark, sun-burnt skin. Like many Moroccans, their cocks are circumcised. They have started to swell and are stretching visibly. Their hairy balls came to press against the bottom of their cocks and they look as big as goose eggs!

Eddie, who is surprisingly better equipped than his physique let imagine, cuts the charm of the moment a little by asking who wants to drink what.

When he returns from the Erenköy travestileri pool house a few minutes later, we are all sitting cross-legged on the ground. And we form a circle. He gives everyone what they asked for: mainly beer for the guys, ice cream for me.

While they drink their beer, I languidly lick my ice cream, much like I would on a cock.

My slightly slutty show has the effect of making my nipples stick out and firming up my breasts even more. But not only! The boys all have raging erections and the beer has lifted everyone’s inhibitions: Franky no longer tries to hide his cock; I even note that Karim and Ali furtively caress their brown lollipop from time to time; Eddie is as excited as I am by the sight of these cocks at attention, at full stretch, jutting out of these pubic hairs of all colors.

Not only Eddie and I… I can see that each guy look with interest at his pals cocks. It’s always the same story: do I have the biggest one?

The one that has the most sex appeal is of course Matt. I find it hard to look up from his proudly erect prick. His column of flesh is very straight. The glans has gradually freed itself from the foreskin and I can see a few glistening drops emerging from its meatus. With each of these movements, his cock oscillates from right to left, the glans tapping against his abs.

I too have a wet pussy. Without even thinking about it, I put my hand on Matt’s shoulder. His skin is hot. Naturally, he turns to me with a broad smile and approaches his face to kiss me greedily. My God, that he kisses well: I go up to the 7th heaven! My hand approaches his cock and begins to jerk him off. His cock is so thick that my fingers don’t go around and it feels so long! Much bigger than Paul’s, in all the dimensions…

I really want to give myself to this young bold jock: I get up and lead him to the pool house bedroom, pulling him by the cock! This triggers bursts of laughter from his friends.

This room is intended for guests. I note that the bed is unmade (I will understand later that this is where Ali and Karim sleep — living too far away to easily reach their fruit picking work). I lie on my back after getting totally naked, shamelessly exposing my pussy.

I lick my lips and pinch my nipples when I see Matt standing in front of me. His cock is really stiff. It sways proudly in front of his abs. He jerks off a little, as if he thinks he could make it grow even bigger: he’s cute! But his big 9” are more than enough for me!

When he enters his throbbing cock in my pussy both on fire and all wet, I let out a cry of pleasure. The other guys are around watching the show and openly jerking their beautiful cocks.

After taking me for long minutes on my back, Matt makes me get on all fours on the bed and takes me doggy style: I feel his thick young cock go deep inside me. He puts all his youthful energy into it.

Franky has completely lost his initial shyness and comes to offer me his big rod: he’s a little shorter than Travesti erenköy Matt, but his cock is just as thick. With my good bitch mouth I manage to take it all.

On the side, I see Eddie taking care of the twins. Probably too excited by the scene, they accepted that my little brother jerks them off and sucks them. They have nothing to envy to my 2 partners!

When I was a student, I was too stuck up and too serious to participate in these kinds of orgies. Even if, deep down, I dreamed of it!

Getting fucked in all my holes by young guys horny as bulls, sporting steel cocks, ready to give me all the cum from their big young balls! I dreamed of it a lot; but here I just … do it!

Speaking of guy juice, it’s been flowing all night: in my pussy, in my mouth, on my face, on my body. Guys this age have such a sexual appetite that as soon as they spit out their sticky seed, their dick quickly regain all their glory and stiffness. And here we go again for another round!

The cocks of these lusty young guys have kind of a life of their own: standing to attention, throbbing and spurting out their cumshots is a very exciting sight for a slut like me!

Seeing these young studs parade proudly, the dick in the air almost makes me cum. As soon as one spits out his spunk, seeing all the others release their whitish and fragrant spurts puts me in a trance!

The next morning, I have the impression of having my pussy torn as the guys took it with all their ardor and as the cocks of most are more than thick.

Big day of work for me today with several video conferences. Around 6 p.m. I hear the happy team coming back from work, but can’t join them until an hour later.

I’m disappointed to see no one around the pool when I come to join them… I go to the pool house to have a Martini and, there, I hear suspicious noises coming from the bedroom… I approach and discover Eddie sitting on Matt’s lap and sliding on his glistening cock, sucking on Franky’s cock and jerking off the 2 Moroccan twins.

I watch the scene imagining myself in my brother’s shoes and that excites me. I undress and caress my body.

Soon enough, they empty their balls all over Eddie’s face and deep in his ass. The juices of 4 young guys is really big: it’s dripping from all sides. They’re all sweaty and rushing to the shower, their still stiff cocks swaying with each step…

When they come back I’m licking the cum off Eddie’s face

“Corinne, if you want your dose, we are always at your disposal! And you know jizz is not in short supply in those!” Matt tells me with a wink, massaging his hairy balls. His and the other dudes’ cock are at attention again.

For the following rounds, I’m the target of their spunk spurts. God knows that guys their age produce much! I came so much and enjoyed being their sex toy so much that I went to bed without showering, my body sticky with all their juices. I slept super well!

10 days of these games gave me back a girlish temperament!

I then decided to leave Paul and become a kind of young MILF, flirting with young 20-year-old stallions, equipped with competitive cocks, with big, juicy balls, capable of fucking me all night and doing it again, again and again…

You know what I mean, guys like Matt, Ali, Karim or Franky!

THANKS FOR READING!

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The Sex Toy

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“Well, get on over here, baby!”

I’d barely had a chance to knock.

He’d been expecting me and wasn’t about to wait and see if I’d accept his invitation.

Instead, overcome with eagerness to get started, the shirtless man moved toward me, stood over me like a giant, clasped the sides of my head in his worn, calloused hands, and planted his mouth on mine.

Hungry. He was so hungry. It was all I could do to try and keep up.

His lips devoured mine. His tongue pushed its way deep into my mouth.

Heat boiled up in my groin, and suddenly my pants strained to contain my growing erection.

I’d always had a weakness for aggressively horny people. Not just men. Anyone who wanted me, anyone who would take advantage of me, use me like the sex toy I so desired to be.

Hot. Wet. Sloppy.

His mouth tore at mine. At times licking, then sucking, then biting.

I tried to push away from him. That was my game.

He held me fast, wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug and pulled my body to his.

His chest was muscular, firm. Mine was soft, a little boney if anything. My arms were loose and limp. His were like steel bars.

He kissed me deeper, forcing my head back momentarily, but he moved his hand up and forced my mouth to stay clamped to his.

He sucked in deeply, as if trying to inhale my soul from my body, then continued his tongue’s assault on me.

At last, he broke our embrace.

I was filled with a mixture of relief and disappointment.

Before I could think though, the bigger man bent down and scooped me up into his arms. The gesture was so effortless, I could have been a basket of feathers.

He turned and carried me into his room, and for one fleeting moment I felt like a bride being carried over the threshold of a newlywed’s home.

It made my cheeks burn, imagining I was the woman in this relationship. But wasn’t i?

Then, he tossed me onto the hotel bed. The TV was on and porn was streaming. Not gay porn, but rough straight porn. Multiple clips all playing at the same time of girls being taken, used, humiliated.

A trickle of fear surged through me.

The man saw me looking, must have seen a trace of the fear that was creeping over my face.

He laughed mischievously.

“You like that, do you?” he joked. “You ready to be my little bitch whore?”

I shivered involuntarily.

The truth was, I did like this. I fantasized about it, got off to it regularly.

But it was a whole different ballgame when you were about to actually experience it firsthand.

How bad was it gonna be? Would it hurt? Could I even do it?

A growing part of me wanted to leap from the bed, make a mad dash for the doorway.

The man sensed all this. I could see it in the look on his face. A wild hunger was taking him over.

He liked this too. Craved it. Needed it. I was his sex toy.

He turned to the door, shut it, latched it, bolted it, then thought better of it. He grabbed the “Do not disturb” door hanger, reopened the door and set it around the outside knob.

I listened as the door was shut with a powerful finality and the locks were reapplied.

Whatever was about to happen, there was no backing out now.

I lay splayed across the bed, unsure how I should present myself. I still had my jeans on, a loose T-shirt. In a way, they were like armor, my last piece of protection from whatever the night held in store.

“Strip.”

Well, there went that.

I undressed quickly, throwing my clothes to the floor til I was down to my underwear, a plain pair of gray fabric.

The man reached over to a nearby table, snatched up a pink, frilly thong, and tossed it at me.

The panties were silky soft, perfumey. They reeked of feminity, but I couldn’t deny my growing excitement.

I slipped my underwear off, and tried to pull the thong up around my legs. It was much too small. I strained to squeeze them past my thighs, and the fabric started to rip.

“I think they’re too small,” I said meekly.

The man reached for me and pulled me into a standing position. He grabbed the panties and yanked them upward.

Painfully, the fabric shot up my ass and around my dick and balls.

They were in fact too small, and my balls stuck out on either side. My penis, which had softened slightly by now, strained to fit, bunching up at an odd angle.

The man seemed to enjoy it though, eyeing my small but overflowing package with an intense leer.

“Back on the bed,” he ordered. “Show me that ass.”

I crawled onto the bed, got on all fours facing away from him, and began shaking my ass.

I tried to make it sexual, hypnotic. But I felt Bağdat caddesi travesti awkward, embarrassed, exposed.

Pain ripped through my body, and I realized he had slapped me. Or my ass rather.

He laughed immediately, then drew back and struck me again.

“Yeah, baby!” he yelled. “Shake it!”

I shook my ass harder, fire ripping from my cheeks as another slap came, then another. Another still.

My eyes began to tear up, but still I shook my ass. Shook like my life depended on it, and his hands rained down on me. Blow after blow.

A mirror was positioned on the nearby wall, and I caught a brief glimpse of myself. It caused my breath to catch.

My ass cheeks were a mix of pink and red, growing darker as his hands continued to slam down on me.

And then, I was crying out. Wailing with each blow as he hit me harder and harder and harder.

I collapsed on the bed, a whimpering mess of tears, and finally the man ceased his assault.

He came and lay beside me, pulled me into his arms. There was a temporary gentleness about it that threw me off, made me wonder if this was the same man who had been beating me so relentlessly just moments before.

His mouth found mine, and his tongue pushed past my lips, as if he were trying to soothe me with his kisses. His love. He was a prince now.

But it was all a trap.

He pushed me down, moved my head to his chest, and planted my mouth on his right nipple.

“Suck,” he commanded.

I began to lick and suck at his nipple, feeling it harden between my lips.

I sucked harder, flicked at it with my tongue, teased it every way I knew how.

“Bite it,” he said.

Hesitant, I nibbled it gently with my teeth, pulled at the delicate pink flesh, afraid to really clamp down.

A slap jarred my mouth loose of him.

“I said bite. Not chew.”

This was against my nature, but I dared not upset him further. I returned to his now pointy hard nipple and positioned my teeth around it.

I clamped down gingerly at first, then began to apply pressure.

He moaned at the sensation, thrust his hips up and began to fuck the air.

Other than his shirt, the man was still clothed. Jeans and socks.

I loosened the grip of my teeth on him, then clamped down again, really grinding into his flesh.

The man bucked wildly, began scrambling to kick his pants away. He wore boxers, but these too were shoved aside til he only wore socks.

His beefy cock was rock hard, his balls huge and swollen. He used his hands to push my mouth over to his left nipple.

I clamped down.

He groaned intensely, a deep lion’s growl, and he wrapped one leg around me, pulled my body onto his.

His hard meat was wedged up against my stomach, but he didn’t care. He began to fuck my belly, moving his penis up and down my soft flesh.

I continued to work at his nipples, alternating between one and the other as he grew hard as a rock.

I felt his wetness, his pre-cum smearing my body like lotion.

Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all. Maybe he’d just cum and I could leave.

Part of me hoped so. But another more feral part of me was disappointed at the idea of that.

I was prey. And I needed to be treated as such. I needed the fullness of my fears to play out. I needed to be abused.

A shiver ran through me, and I couldn’t be sure if it stemmed from fear or anticipation.

The man began fucking my stomach harder, holding my head to his chest with both hands.

“You want that dick, you little bitch?” he panted. “You want Daddy’s dick in your mouth?”

He fucked me harder still, then pushed me downward.

My mouth found his meat. Wet, sloppy, drooling with pre-cum.

I slurped him up.

He never stopped air-fucking his hips.

His dick pushed in and out of my mouth, my tongue and breath and saliva drenching him in hot wetness.

He moaned and groaned at the ecstasy of it.

“Yeah!” he yelled. “Slobber on Daddy’s dick! Take it all, you little cunt!”

I began choking on him as he pushed past my throat barrier, eager to fit himself all the way in.

I pulled back, but his hands were already digging into my scalp as he bucked his hips up and practically flush with my face.

An involuntary cry escaped my lips, but he continued to jam himself down my throat.

Somehow, I was able to take him whole.

My nose was buried in his pubes, my mouth fitted neatly around the base of his shaft.

He held me there as he began fucking my throat, humping himself in the deepest parts of my mouth.

All I could do was lay there and be used, a living sex Bağdat caddesi travestileri toy.

He groaned deeply, and for a moment I thought he must be cumming. He must be.

But he was just lost in his pleasure, getting off on the intimate sensations of his dick sliding up and down my throat.

I moved my tongue against him as best I could. I tasted his meat, began to lick and massage and push and probe…trying to push him over the edge. To finish this thing.

But he was far from done.

“Put that ass in my face,” he said, his voice husky and overcome with lust. “But leave Daddy’s big dick in your throat.”

I understood.

Carefully, I maneuvered my body around so my legs were straddling his head. I hovered over him, unsure of exactly what he was wanting.

His hands found my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws.

I wriggled into him, trying to put on a show, to give him what he wanted.

He resumed fucking my throat.

A sudden slap to my ass threw me forward, and I very nearly came dislodged from his meat.

“Don’t you dare come away from Daddy’s dick!” he barked, pushing himself all the way back in.

I sucked at him, moved my lips and tongue against him as best I could.

Another slap.

I cried out around his meat.

Slap!

My eyes were leaking tears.

Slap!

I wailed loudly.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

I was literally bawling now, even as I continued to suck him off.

Suddenly, his hands moved to my package.

One fist encased my balls, squeezing them painfully together. The other began stroking my own insignificant penis.

This was somewhat easier to take than the slaps.

I humped myself in his one hand and did my best to try and ignore the growing pressure around my testicles.

My dick hardened in his hands.

This caused him to chuckle.

“You like that, little bitch?” he teased. “You like fucking Daddy’s fist? Oh, I bet you do…”

He released his grip on my balls, and suddenly there was a whack! as he slapped them hard.

I bucked and snorted, his meat still fully inserted down my throat.

Another slap, and I howled in pain. My head grew light and fuzzy, my vision narrowing.

I was gonna pass out, I knew it!

But then, he began kneading me, rolling my balls around between his fingers while he jerked my meat faster and faster.

He was really leaking now, great globs of pre-cum oozing down my throat. A slimy mix of drool and cum began flowing from my lips onto his groin. My nose slowly filled with it, even as I did my best to avoid the liquid trail.

The man reached down, scooped a finger full of the jizz, and applied it to my dick.

The sensation was electric, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

I began jerking and bouncing between his fingers, growing desperately near my own climax. He only pumped me faster.

“Oh no…!” I cried out around his dick, and suddenly I was spraying cum onto his chest.

He kept pulling on me, squeezing every last drop he could until I went limp in his hand.

As I came down from my release, I realized the man was chuckling.

“You made a big mess all over Daddy…looks like you better come clean it up.”

He grabbed the sides of my head and pulled my mouth off of his dick.

It was like having a great big snake pulled from my throat, and I gagged as cum and slobber poured from my mouth.

This only made him laugh harder, but he was already maneuvering me around, pulling my face toward the puddle of jizz I had shot onto his chest.

There was no use resisting.

He pushed my mouth right onto the biggest glob, and I began lapping it up.

I shuddered at the taste of it, the humiliation of eating my own cum rushing through me and making my head weak.

I licked him clean as he moved me from spot to spot, and then I kept on licking. Licking and sucking and biting at his chest since I knew that’s what he liked.

He responded with thrusts. He had moved me around so I was straddling his lap, and his dick began sliding up against that spot under my ass and below my balls.

I moved against him, wetting my balls in the mix of saliva and cum and using it to lube up his dick.

A moan of pleasure escaped his throat.

“Oh baby…what are you doing to me?”

This sent a thrill through my body, that I was doing good. So, I humped him faster, trying to work his meat up to a creamy explosion.

“Hump that dick, baby!” he groaned, moving himself in a frenzy over my taint.

I went to town on him, and suddenly he was pushing up against my hole.

I Travesti bağdat caddesi jumped at the sensation, causing him to laugh out loud.

“Take that dick, baby!” he jeered. “Don’t be scared!”

I wasn’t ready for him to be inside me, but it didn’t matter.

The head of his cock pushed up into me, and I cried out in pain.

“OH!” I yelled. “Oh nooooo!”

And then he was pushing in deeper, forcing his way into my hole, widening me out in a single shot.

So much pain! But it was mixed with the most glorious, intense pleasure and I heard myself moaning uncontrollably.

“Fuck me, Daddy! Please fuck me…”

As if he needed any encouragement.

He began ramrodding my ass, pushing in and out of me, and I couldn’t get enough.

I began bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him so fast and hard my own limp penis was flopping around from side to side.

The man grabbed my hips though, held me in place, wanting to control the action.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you real good, don’t you worry,” he said.

And he did.

He alternated between long, slow thrusts and rapid fire assaults, never letting my ass know what his next move was. At times, he would feed me just the tip of his dick, only to push in balls deep, causing me to cry out in sweet, intense pain.

This went on for what felt like hours, and then he pulled himself free from my ass.

It felt like my soul left my body.

“Get on all fours, little girl,” he ordered. “Daddy’s gonna make you his bitch now.”

I did as he said, facing the headboard, and the man got into position behind me.

Now he really had control of the action.

He grabbed my balls, squeezed them so tight my head began to spin, and then he was pushing himself back into my ass.

I thought I could take him, having already felt him inside me. But now, he had room to really draw back and let me have it.

He gave me his full length all at once, and I yelped in pain, causing him to laugh.

My body probably would have went through the wall, but he had a firm grip on my balls. The more I tried to get away from him, the more excruciating the pain was, and so I forced myself to remain in place. To take him as he shot forward again and again, pushing as deep and hard as he could into my hole.

It was like being raped by a freight train.

I don’t even know when I started wailing, but all of a sudden the sound of it was ringing in my ears.

Long pain-filled moans mixed with cries of pleasure as he fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked.

He grabbed great handfuls of my ass cheeks, slapped my ass with powerful blows, and continued to rail me until I thought for sure I’d pass out.

At some point I got hard again. Lost in waves of pleasure and pain, I came not just once but twice more as he rocked my body on the large hotel bed.

I begged him to fuck me harder still, begged him to ruin me, to completely destroy my ass.

He was only too happy to oblige.

I thought he’d never cum.

And then, I felt his body tense up. He lay across my back and gave it all he had, fucking my ass with the last of his strength.

I waited for it, anticipating the explosion of cum as it blasted through my ass.

But then, he was pulling free of me.

My soul left my body once again.

“Turn around,” he ordered. “Get Daddy’s cum!”

I did as he said, still on all fours but facing him now.

He jerked his enormous meat, aiming the tip of his penis right at my face.

I eyed his swollen balls, bouncing around as he prepared to empty them.

I wondered just how much cum there’d be. I didn’t have to wonder long.

The man groaned and jerked. I felt it before I saw it, great hot globs of semen coating my face, covering my mouth and nose and eyes.

It got in my hair, my ears, my nostrils.

And still, he was cumming.

I couldn’t see a thing, but suddenly his cock was back in my mouth, pushing its way down my throat.

Lost in my own lust, I cleaned him off even as more and more cum emerged from his penis, oozed its way deep in my mouth.

I choked and gagged, but I was so hungry…so hungry for him.

I sucked and swallowed and sucked some more.

He grabbed the sides of my head and fucked himself dry, continued to hump my mouth long after he’d stopped cumming.

I took him gladly.

“Who’s my little bitch?” he asked in a gravelly, loving tone.

“I am,” I said around his meat. “I’m your little bitch.”

Afterwards, I cleaned up. Got dressed.

Daddy lay on the bed, exhausted but smiling.

“Gonna have to do this again,” he said.

“Sure,” I agreed, returning the smile.

I left the hotel, headed toward my car, when I heard a ping! from my cell phone.

I pulled it from my pants pocket.

One notification from Sex Toys Unlimited.

“Congratulations,” it read. “You have just received a 5-star review from one of your clients.”

I smiled, certain there were many more to come.

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The Boys of Saint Augustine’s Ch. 02

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Disclaimer:

All characters depicted in this story are 18. The setting is senior year at a private school, and all sexual activity is consensual.

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## Introduction ##

Once again, we find ourselves in the picturesque English countryside, returning to the hallowed grounds of Saint Augustine’s.

With the arrival of summer comes the eagerly anticipated annual rugby tournament, where boarding schools from neighbouring counties vie for the illustrious All County Cup.

This year, the spotlight falls on Saint Augustine’s as they proudly take up the mantle of hosts.

Confidence is high, but will this year be their year?

## Oliver (Ollie) ##

The assembly hall, as vast as it was, was packed to capacity with at least two hundred sweaty young men, all seated uncomfortably and all impatiently waiting for our Headmaster – Mr. Griffiths’ inaugural ‘All County Cup’ speech.

Under the oppressive summer heat, the air became parched and stifling, and the smell of body odour hung like a heavy, suffocating fog, enveloping us in its pungent embrace.

I could feel the uncomfortable combination of both my armpits and crotch sweating profusely. I couldn’t wait for this to finish so I could take a much-needed shower.

Thankfully, Mr Griffiths had just made his entrance. The assembly hall doors swung open and with a stride of purpose, he marched down the length of the hall and made his way to the stage.

The school faculty had already been assembled and were seated in a line on the stage, patiently waiting for their leader’s arrival.

We all watched, as he stomped up the adjoining wooden stairs to reach the top of the stage and made his way to the podium, that had been set out for him.

Towering behind it, he rested his hands on either side and gripped the edges.

“Good afternoon, everyone.”

His voice boomed throughout the hall, commanding everyone’s immediate attention.

“Good afternoon, Mr Griffiths,” we collectively droned back in what now felt like a Pavlovian response.

He continued.

“As you’re all aware, Saint Augustine has the distinct honour of hosting this year’s All County Cup, so I want you all to be on your best behaviour and extend our visiting guests, the warmest of welcomes when they arrive.”

He paused briefly to clear his throat and resumed.

“As this year’s hosts, we will need to implement some temporary arrangements. As such, lunch and dinner times will be staggered and the dormitories will effectively be halved so we can accommodate the influx of visiting participants. So unfortunately, you will need to pair up, in order to free up those extra bunks. Your dorm leaders will be around to arrange this with you.”

There was an audible groan from the audience, as we all glanced around looking at each other. Sharing a narrow bed was one thing, but sharing it in this heat.

“Yes, I know, it’s far from ideal, but it is only for three days. I’m sure you can put up with each others smelly feet until then.”

The faculty sitting behind him, smiled, but the rest of us were not amused.

Mr Griffiths continued to talk for the next ten minutes about the virtues of good sportsmanship and hospitality, but as I glanced around the hall, it was a case of in one ear out the other, with everyone too hot to be paying any sort of attention to him.

Even the faculty behind him began to flag. Professor Tobias, one of the older members, appeared to have nodded off, his head bobbing and his eyes struggling to stay open.

“Before we all conclude for the day, I just want our proud athletes to stand up for a moment. Come on, stand up boys,” he said, signalling for us to stand up.

I looked around at the other boys who were due to compete, and we all slowly got to our feet.

“Let’s wish them all luck and give them a round of applause.”

Mr Griffiths began the applause, with the faculty soon joining him and then everyone else. The sound of clapping woke Professor Tobias, who looked somewhat confused as to what was going on, but started to clap anyway with everyone else.

When the applause died down, Mr. Griffiths dismissed everyone, and the hall cleared out in minutes, with everyone rushing toward the nearest exit.

Quick to get up, I was caught in the inertia of the moving crowd and like a strong river current, I found myself being carried from the hall and expelled into the corridors outside along with everyone else.

“OLLIE! OLIVER mate.”

I heard my name being shouted but couldn’t see where it was coming from. I looked through the crowd and could see a hand waving to me.

“WAIT UP!” the voice shouted again.

The crowd eventually dispersed enough for me to see who was calling after me. It was Adam, a rugby teammate and my best friend.

“Hey Ollie,”

“Oh hey, Ad,” I replied.

“A few of us are heading down to Miller’s Lake, you in?”

“Definitely, anything to get me out of here,” Anadolu yakası travesti I replied, pulling at my collar.

Miller’s Lake, located on the outskirts of the school grounds, was a secluded spot perfect for cooling off or basking in the sun. Its easy accessibility made it the perfect destination to sneak away to.

Together, we left the main school building, and ventured out in to the lush school grounds. The afternoon sun was particularly intense, so we made our way across the sandy cotswold stoned path to the nearby orchard for some much needed shade and protection from the sun.

The light dappled through the trees and the dry fallen leaves crunched under our feet, as we strolled through the orchard on our way to the lake.

Adam and I briefly chatted about our teams’ chances in the cup, before switching to idle chit chat.

“So, who else did you say, will be at the lake?” I asked Adam.

“Just a few of the other rugby boys, you know Michael, Andrew, Jason and Steven, I think.”

“Cool.”

After leaving the shade of the orchard, we followed a well-worn path between two bushes, then descended a slight slope to reach the rocky shore of the lake.

The other boys were already there and were tossing a rugby ball to one another.

“Here they are,” one of the boys called out.

“Hey Ollie, catch!” Andrew yelled.

The rugby ball was thrown straight at me, and I caught it, clutching it to my chest.

“Nice throw, Andrew. Maybe next time you can throw like that during an actual game.”

Andrew laughed.

“Fuck you, Ollie,” he jokingly shouted back.

I threw the ball back to him, while Adam and I continued to approach the group.

“Hey guys, hot enough for you?” Michael asked.

Michael and Andrew had already taken their shirts off, while Jason and Steven opted to undo the top buttons of their shirt only.

“Fuck yes. I thought I was going to pass out during Griffith’s speech.”

“I know, right, and the smell of B.O, Jesus,” Adam said, chipping in.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I need a swim to cool off, you all up for it?” Andrew asked everyone.

“Count me in, I’m sweating pints over here, my crotch is sweating so much, my dick is treading water.”

The guys laughed and we all agreed, with the exception of Jason and Steven, who opted to remain on the shore and sit in the shade.

Michael and Andrew had a head start in undressing. While Adam and I were still unbuttoning our shirts, they had already removed their shoes and were halfway through pulling down their trousers.

I wondered how far they were prepared to go, and the answer became obvious pretty quickly. Michael was the first to get completely naked, shortly followed by Andrew.

Michael was the rugby team captain and the team prop, he was so widely respected by the team, we would’ve happily followed the guy into the pits of hell had he asked.

His big personality was matched only by his physique. He had a large build, with thick arms, a prominent chest, and muscular thighs.

Michael was also known by his nick name ‘The Horse’.

Most people who had met Michael naturally assumed he got that name because he was strong and powerful on the field, like a horse. But for those who knew him and subsequently seen him in the shower, knew it was due to the fact he had one hell of a massive cock.

It was so big, that while the rest of us wore a cup during rugby matches to protect our crown jewels, he wore a fruit bowl.

It was surprisingly difficult not to stare at his dick, just because of the sheer size of it; which is probably why he had no problem being naked in front of other people. He literally had no equal in this department.

I did my best to maintain eye contact but fuck me was it difficult not to look. He might as well have been wearing a flashing neon arrow pointing to it on his chest.

Andrew on the other hand was much smaller than Michael, although still muscular. He was our number eight, and boy was he fast, he might not have had the longest of legs, but man that guy could cover some serious ground, a regular human dynamo. While he wasn’t the biggest of guys, he was never afraid of a fight, and would happily go toe to toe with guys twice his size, if it meant defending himself or his teammates. His dick may not have been any where near as big as Michaels, but this guy had some serious big dick energy.

Adam and I were still undressing, when Michael and Andrew turned and made their way to the waters edge, shoulder barging each other along the way, which was quite funny to see, considering the size difference between the two. Andrew literally had to jump up to reach Michael. They jumped in, splashing wildly, kicking water at each other.

Keen to join them, Adam and I looked at each other and dropped our underwear at the same time.

Adam was built much like I was. We were tall and lean, and stature wise sat somewhere in between Michael and Andrew. With Anadolu yakası travestileri Adam it was like looking into a mirror, which made sense as we both occupied similar positions on the team, we were the inside and outside centres.

I could see the flicker of Adam’s eyes as he scanned my naked body, eventually fixating on my groin. When I caught him looking, his gaze quickly shifted to my face, and he gave me an embarrassed smile. While he had never openly admitted it, I could sense his curiosity in men, a sense that, if I was honest, recognised in myself as well.

Sexual activity at Saint Augustine’s was an open secret; it happened all the time. Everyone needed that release. For some, a quick tug in the shower was enough, but for others it got boring pretty quickly, so who better to scratch that itch, than your fellow man.

From what I’d observed, Adam had watched others collectively ‘scratch that itch,’ but never once participated, even though I sensed he’d like to. Perhaps his shyness was holding him back.

If you were into guys, being on the rugby team, was like eating at a buffet, there was something for everyone. What ever your preference, big guys, little guys, hairy or hairless, muscular or lean, you could be sure at least one person would tick your box.

“Come on, I’ll race you,” I said, slapping the side of his arm and making a dash for the water.

He quickly followed in pursuit, and the quick burst of speed had our dicks flapping in all directions.

Jason and Steven were content to sit against two big rocks, under the shade of a nearby tree and watched as our pale, sweaty bodies ran across the hot gravelly stones and into the water.

As we splashed into the lake, we dove headfirst into the water, submerging ourselves in its cool embrace.

We waded around for a bit, shooting the breeze and sharing laughs at each other’s jokes. Soon after, we engaged in some playful wrestling, with all three of us attempting to take on Michael. I grabbed his left arm, Adam grabbed his right, and Andrew wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist.

Despite our best efforts to take him down, Michael’s incredible strength kept him upright as he strode through the water, with all of us clinging to him, laughing our arses off. He eventually shrugged us off, one by one, tossing us into the water, then beating his chest like a gorilla.

After our bout of wrestling, we finally settled on tossing the rugby ball around in the water.

We had been in the water for about thirty minutes or so, when I had the sudden urge to pee.

“Be back in a minute, just taking a piss guys,” I called out, throwing the ball to Adam and trudging out of the water.”

Michael wolf whistled as my bare ass became visible from the water line.

I responded with a middle finger behind my back.

As I reached the shore, I only now noticed that Jason and Steven weren’t there anymore. Perhaps they had gone for a walk, I thought. Thinking no more about it, I went to find cover as I was still naked, and I needed a nice tree to take a piss against.

As I ventured deeper into the surrounding growth, I could hear the sound of soft whispers. With my curiosity getting the best of me, I went to see what it was, only to stumble upon Jason and Steven in a secluded spot.

I was about to say hello to the guys, when it suddenly became very clear what they were up to.

Steven was bent forward and had his trousers and underwear heaped around his ankles, with his shirt pulled up his back, all the while holding onto a tree for support. Jason, also with his trousers and underwear around his ankles, was standing directly behind him, holding on to Stevens hips, with his shirt wide open.

I had no idea those two were… I mean I don’t know what this is, were they just fuck buddies, or was there more to it than that.

Jason and Steven were the open-side and blindside flankers of the team. Jason, being the blindside, was bigger than Steven and as guys go, was blessed with ridiculously good looks and a body to match.

Of all the guys on the team, I was convinced he had the potential to be a professional model, I don’t normally use this word to describe other men, but the guy was beautiful. Steven on the other hand was shorter, and subjectively not as handsome as Jason.

Seeing them together like this surprised me. Don’t get me wrong, when they’re on the pitch they made an excellent duo, but I would have thought with Jason’s good looks, he could easily have anyone he wanted and there were guys who were better looking than Steven, but I’ll be the first to admit, that’s an incredibly shallow view to have and I know first hand Steven is a really good guy and there’s more to people than just their looks – don’t judge a book by its cover and all that.

With my presence undetected, I retreated behind a tree, unable to decide on what to do.

From my new position, I could now clearly hear and see them talking to each other.

“Fuck, Travesti abadolu yakası you’re so tight Steven,” Jason muttered softly, pushing deeper into Steven.

Steven sucked air between his teeth and gripped tightly onto the tree.

“I’m not tight, it’s that thick dick of yours Jase,” Steven said, looking back at Jason and giving him a smile that hid his discomfort.

“Ha, you love it.”

“Fuck yeah, I love it, now hurry up and fuck me, before the others know we’re gone.”

Jason repositioned his hands and heaved Steven closer to him, practically lifting his legs off the floor.

“Oooh fuck,” Steven cried out.

“What? Too much?”

“Nah, that was good, keep going,” Steven encouraged.

“Okay, you’re the boss.”

Jason did it again and again, ploughing into Steven, with a fair bit of force.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Steven cried out, his voice warbling slightly from the impact.

Seeing Jason fuck Steven was mesmerising. Even though I knew I should have walked away and give them their privacy, I just couldn’t look away.

The way Jason was going, he looked like a porn star. With his shirt open, his chest glistening with sweat and his abs flexing. I found myself getting hard just watching them.

Jason’s hips smoothly bucked against Steven’s buttocks, clearly bringing much delight to Steven, if his facial expression was anything to go by.

“Fuck Steven, I’m close. Do you want me to pull out and shoot on your back?” Jason said with ragged breath.

“You can cum inside me if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah. This feels too good to pull out now.”

Jason bucked his hips a few more times. Even in the midst of climax, the guy smouldered. He let out a long groan.

“Ohhhh yeah! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!”

His head shot back, and his arms and legs shook as he climaxed. He was pulling back on Steven’s hips so tightly, his biceps bulged.

As he descended from his orgasmic high, his body visibly relaxed, Jason moved his right hand to his dick, gripped the base and gently pulled back from Steven.

As Steven started to stand upright, Jason grabbed his hand and quickly spun him around, then pushed him up against the tree he was previously holding on to.

They stood there for a moment deeply gazing into each others eyes, the look was so intense, it made me come to the realisation that I’d wish someone would look at me like that.

Jason cupped the side of Steven’s face and their lips soon joined in an embrace.

When the kiss was finished, Jason rested his forehead against Steven’s.

With their faces so close together, it was difficult to hear them, but I’m pretty sure I heard the words ‘I love you’.

It was a beautiful moment to witness, and I felt like a giant dick for spying on them.

I could see the corner of Jason’s mouth turn up, as he smiled. He slickly moved his hand on to Steven’s erect cock and gripped it.

His hand quickly went to work, as he began pleasuring Steven. You could see Steven was struggling to cope with Jason’s quick hand movements.

As they continued to stare into each others’ eyes, they never once broke their gaze.

“Aaah, Jason, I… I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum for me,” he replied.

Steven’s upper body suddenly lurched forward, as cum spewed from the tip of his cock, spraying his seed wildly on the forest floor.

“Jase, Jase, stop, stop.” Steven cried out, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip.

Jason stopped, releasing his grip on Steven’s cock. There was a drop of cum stuck to the back of his hand between his thumb and index finger.

What Jason did next, shocked me. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the cum from it, before proceeding to stick his tongue in Steven’s mouth.

I could feel myself mouthing the words ‘Holy Fuck’ at how insanely hot that was, as they kissed again.

My own cock at this point was completely vertical. I couldn’t believe how much this had turned me on. There was no way I could go back to the others with a hardon like this, I’d never hear the end of it. I knew I’d have no choice but to quickly take care of it. I quietly snuck away, leaving Jason and Steven and went to find some where else I could be alone.

Having found a spot, I leaned against one of the trees and started to jack it as quickly as I could. Seeing Jason and Steven like that, with their love, passion and intensity so evident, it made me think about my own life. Could I have, what they appeared to have? What would that even look like?

I guess the closest thing I’ve ever had to a meaningful relationship, was my friendship with Adam.

My mind started to drift, and I began to imagine what it would be like if Adam and I were more than just friends. I mean, was that such a crazy idea? We already got on so well, but could I imagine being romantically and intimately involved with him? I think I could, or at least I’d like to think I could.

There was so much to think about. Did I just admit to myself I like boys, or do I just like Adam, or is it just this place making me think I like boys, because there are no girls to lust after.

My horniness reasserted its hold over me and I started to picture Adam being bent over, holding onto that tree and me being the one behind him, sliding in and out of him, fuck, it was wild to picture.

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Perfect Harmony Ch. 04

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It was as the new season of Extracurricular was airing that Trevor got notice that he had gotten the part for the dystopian trilogy. This would completely change the trajectory of his career, and came with a huge paycheck too. Plus, after reading the books, Trevor was excited to take on this part. It started off with his character coming off as someone who could very well be a villain, but the main female romantic lead would learn he was on her side before the climax of the first movie.

The first thing the studio did was hire a personal trainer to get Trevor to where he needed to be physically for the part. He had to add on muscle and bulk up more than he was, as well as grow a beard. His changing body and looks was commented on in interviews, but once it was announced he would be in the part, everyone knew why he was making the changes.

Those interviews sometimes had to include Paul, but the others were good about making sure he wasn’t alone with Paul for it. And halfway through the season, nearing the end, Paul seemed to have found a new twinky victim he brought with him to some of the interviews. He was a younger actor, around twenty years old, by the name of Noah Carmen. Trevor felt a little bad for the guy, but he lost some of his sympathy when Noah was aggressive towards him behind the scenes.

Of course, Trevor knew why he was. Paul was making Trevor seem like competition, so the man wanted to mark his territory in front of Trevor. It didn’t stop him from being annoyed with the guy though. Every time they had to be on a set together, Trevor did what he could to stay away from Paul, but that didn’t seem to matter.

“The best twinks are so possessive,” Paul commented once when they were in the waiting room to go out to the set.

Trevor let out a breath and shook his head. “If your goal is to make me jealous, it won’t work. I’m seeing someone else, and I’m happy, Paul. I don’t care what you get up to anymore. Go fuck all of Hollywood. Have fun with it.”

Paul frowned at him. “I know you, Trev. You’re the type that needs to be owned, possessed. You haven’t even announced who this new relationship is, and you’re about to travel for work. Let’s see how that will work out for you.”

Trevor didn’t comment further. He got up, straightened his suit, and went to the doorway to wait for their call.

All the while, Trevor was seeing Alex regularly. Both of them were still working, with Alex working with other shows in the same warehouses, as well as the theater, and Trevor working out and going to interviews, as well as table reading for the new movie. All of their off time seemed to be together though, most of the time at Alex’s place but sometimes they would retreat into the basement bedroom at Naomi’s home. Trevor was still trying to find a place to buy a home, but he had been stalling because he wanted the place to work for Alex too but it felt too soon to ask him to move in.

The studio gave Trevor four months to get ready for the beginning of filming, which would happen in the Chicago area. His time was running out now, though. He was holding onto Alex in bed one night, his mind wandering to the idea of being away from him. “I have to leave in two weeks. Part of me wants to ask you to come with me, but I know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t leave your jobs. Still, it’s killing me to go.”

Alex snuggled a little closer. “I’m not generally fond of long-distance relationships, but it isn’t every day that you get the chance to date THE Trevor Lars, Gay Icon,” he said in response.

Trevor snickered into Alex’s ear. “Is that what they call me? So if I wasn’t famous, would this be goodbye? I’ve never been so glad for the fame then,” he teased.

Alex rolled his eyes, even though Trevor couldn’t see it. “If you weren’t famous, you would have gone on ghosting me for the rest of your life, so it’s hard to separate our current circumstances from your career,” he responded.

Trevor sighed and buried his face in Alex’s neck. “That’s not what I wanted. I thought about contacting you so many times. I kind of imagined that you would have gone on to college and fallen in love with someone and moved on with your life by now. Like…maybe I romanticized how much we meant to each other back then. Maybe it was easy to forget about me after some time and the hurt had worn off. Plus I felt like…choosing me would be risky for you. It might still be, honestly.”

Alex knew that Trevor probably considered himself cursed or something, but the best way to get to the bottom of his fears was to confront them head-on. “How is that, exactly?” Alex asked in a friendly tone.

“Well, there’s Paul for one, though he might put all of his focus into his new boyfriend soon, or so I hope,” Trevor replied, using his fingers against Alex’s back to count it out. “I travel for work, a ton. That whole wandering actor thing you were talking about, even if I return to your small theater for more shows. And I always worry that one day the medications may not work as well as before, or something will go wrong, and then I’d be putting your Kemer travesti health at risk too, which is…unconscionable to me. Plus, who likes to think about their boyfriend selling his body as a teen?”

“Well, Paul isn’t a special case. Everyone with empathy ends up in a relationship with one of his kind eventually. There are ways to deal with them. Long distance relationships suck more than they don’t, but life changes fast and sometimes things work out and sometimes they don’t. I’m not going to pass on potentially the greatest experience of my life over some discomfort, but I do refuse to be lonely while in a relationship. As far as medications ceasing to function or whatever, every sexual encounter with anyone is a health risk. It’s a matter of doing what can be done to reduce risk to an acceptable level. Don’t borrow trouble, Trev,” Alex responded point for point.

Trevor let out a groan and hid his face again. “I’m trying not to. I’m usually not this neurotic or nervous in a relationship, I swear.”

“Aww,” Alex said sympathetically, “that’s too bad, I was just starting to find it quirky and adorable.”

Trevor chuckled and pulled Alex closer. “I mean, I can stay needy and clingy if you want.”

“Nah, I’m good. A little clingy is fine, but I didn’t sign on to raise you,” Alex said while chuckling.

Trevor wrinkled his nose at that and sat up enough he could lean on his elbow and see Alex’s face. “Nah, no raising here. Naomi did that for me, and I’m only ever doing it for babies with four paws.”

“Good,” Alex said, “then stop worrying about things that aren’t an issue yet. I don’t know how I’m going to handle the distance, but we are going to have to figure it out.”

Trevor nodded, knowing that was true. He wanted to promise he wouldn’t take parts like this going forward, but he also knew he couldn’t promise that either. Two weeks seemed to fly by and soon enough Trevor was packed and ready to go. He lingered just a little longer than he meant to saying goodbye to Alex, but eventually he was boarded on the flight out to Chicago.

The first few days were a whirlwind of activity, while they tried on clothes to make sure they fit, altered what didn’t, tested makeup, and did some test shots of photos as the characters. They also got a chance to really start to get to know each other better than they could when they were just doing the table readings.

Trevor got to meet their fighting choreographer and start working with him to get everything down, and Trevor was coming back to the hotel exhausted each night. That didn’t stop him from doing video chats or phone calls with Alex, though, talking about what they had done and how they wished they could teleport to each other.

It was killing Trevor not to be there with him, but he tried not to put that on Alex, though he did tell him how much he missed him. Alex, meanwhile, was busy putting together the sets for the theater’s next production and looking for his next stint as PropMaster or Set Boss with the studio. He had been considering moving out of the city, but that would mean the added expense of getting and maintaining a car and he wasn’t sure he was ready for either that kind of responsibility or the temptation to just get in the car and drive to wherever Trevor was.

Once they got into filming, Trevor was working sometimes close to seventeen to nineteen hours a day. Alex could see how tired he was when they would talk some days, but even when Alex would tell him he should go to bed as soon as he got back to the hotel, Trevor would say he would be more productive if he had at least an hour of time with Alex.

The director of the community theater pulled Alex aside as they were rehearsing for the opening day of the latest production. “Alex, I’ve been offered a position at my alma mater as a drama director. I wanted to let you know that I’m taking the job and the board for the theater has decided not to continue producing shows. The viewership has been down since the pandemic and even with the influx of interest we got over Rent, they don’t feel like they can keep the doors open without me here to keep things moving.”

Alex just sat there for a while, staring at Bill in disbelief. He had not managed to pick up another gig at the studio and now he wasn’t sure how he was going to keep up the exorbitant rent on his miniscule apartment. He mentioned it to Trevor that night when they talked, musing aloud that he supposed he had better start looking for something he could pursue part time or for as time to keep the lights on.

Trevor was troubled by all of it, especially the theater. He was more than a little upset that the board just gave up rather than trying to find someone else to spearhead keeping it open. He even called Rodney the next day to see what was going on with the studio, but all Rodney could tell him was that while the studio could make some decisions, a lot of directors choose their own teams.

“Though, as a lead actor, you have some sway there,” Rodney pointed out. “You could speak to your director and find him something.”

“I Kemer travestileri feel like Alex is a little too proud to take handouts from me,” Trevor replied.

“Sometimes connections are the best ways to get jobs,” Rodney commented. “I’ll see what I can do on my end, but keep your eyes and ears open for something that is perfect for him.”

For a little bit, Rodney would give him some odd jobs to do on the sets he was working on, but Trevor had an opening when one of their main Prop Designers collapsed on set. They took a break to get him EMS help and have him transferred to the hospital, but they couldn’t stop work completely. Two days later, he had to put in notice that he had gotten a diagnosis from the doctor that meant taking time off all of his sets. Alex might end up angry at Trevor, but he took the chance to speak to the director to say their lead set designer of Extracurricular was looking for work and was amazing on set and with crews.

The director looked into his work and interviewed a few other people before he interviewed Alex. By the end of the next week, Alex had a job offer for all three movies and a slightly sheepish Trevor on video. “So,” Alex said in a very disapproving tone, “You just couldn’t help yourself? You had to meddle?”

Trevor bit his lower lip, trying not to let out the nervous laughter that was threatening to bubble up. “I’ll admit, it’s a problem. It’s hard watching someone I…care about go through something without helping. You can always turn it down and apply to other jobs in the studio, of course.”

Alex rolled his eyes, “Thank you so much for letting me know what I am permitted to do,” he said acerbically.

“I mean, I’d hate for you to be unaware,” Trevor joked and then looked down at the bed. “I’m sorry. It’s a bad habit and I should break it, you’re right. What I mean is that I can make some excuses as to why you can’t take the offer so you don’t look bad to the studio or director.”

Alex seemed to think about it for a long time, letting the silence between them stretch on as he watched Trevor start to squirm uncomfortably. Finally, Alex’s face broke from his deadpan expression as he shook his head. “It’s impossible to be mad at you, you jerk. Especially if it means we can be closer to each other,” he finally said with a smile.

Trevor perked up at that, like he couldn’t quite believe his ears. “You’ll take the job?”

“Well, it’ll be career suicide if I don’t. Nobody turns down a job that got arranged for them by THE Trevor Lars, Gay Icon,” Alex said.

“You’re never going to let go of that, are you?” Trevor laughed.

“Not as long as you’re THE Trevor Lars, Gay Icon…” Alex intoned, adding special emphasis to the phrase such that Trevor could hear the capital letters.

“Oh, so as long as I have a career, got it,” Trevor replied with another chuckle.

“So I was thinking of getting my driving license and maybe buying a van,” Alex said, changing the subject.

“Oh really?” Trevor said, looking interested. “Not one of those white kidnapper vans, right?”

Alex made a face. “Not white, no, but definitely a ‘Free Candy’ van,” he answered. “I’ve been looking into floor plans for building it into a tiny house on wheels, since I’ll probably have to follow you around the country.”

Trevor looked a little sheepish again. “I could quit movies and shows and stick to theaters or broadway. That’s almost more competitive though. I never factored in a significant other when I went down this career path, I suppose…”

“No job that a human can do should require that they choose between work and having a life outside of work,” Alex said.

Trevor couldn’t argue with that, but he knew there were quite a few that existed, and this could be one of them. Of course, he had more access to money to travel back and forth, but it meant other people working to get him there. He was just glad that he had no interest in having kids, since it would make it easier to travel with a partner for jobs.

“And yet,” Trevor eventually said. “This career only works with family and intimate relationships if you’re okay being farther away or traveling with me.”

Alex just nodded to that, his eyes unfocusing a bit as he mentally reviewed his floor plans to try to figure out which one would take the least amount of time to put together. “How long do I have to get there?” he asked distractedly.

“I told them you have the opening of your last show at the theater soon, and then they’ll give you a week or two after that to wrap things up and travel out here. We have enough done and made for sets that we can film during that time so long as everyone chips in,” Trevor explained. “Is that doable?”

Alex pondered that question, calculating in his head. “I think so. How long does it take to get a driving license?”

“For an adult? I think you can get it pretty quickly,” Trevor said, and then seemed to realize something. “Wait, you drove me home in my car without a license?!”

Alex looked slightly sheepish, but defiant. “Someone had to! Travesti kemer You weren’t going to get any decent sleep in your trailer and you were in no shape to take the taxi service.”

Trevor pursed his lips and gave Alex a steely look before he let out a laugh and shook his head. “Well, based on your driving then, you’ll do fine. I have no doubt you’ll get it easily.”

Alex dismissed that with a wave, “What do you know? You were zonked out and high on Benadryl.”

“I was not high! I was just drowsy,” Trevor replied. “And anyway, I have faith in you.”

Trevor was right too, as Alex managed to get his “driving” license pretty easily. The hard part was finding someone with a car in New York City and who was willing to loan it to Alex so he could both practice driving and use it for his test. He ordered a van online and had it delivered to his apartment. He had managed to downsize most of his possessions to what was absolutely necessary, which included his propmaking tools and some clothes, as well as the little trinkets Trevor had been giving him over the months. It was a matter of minutes to get the van loaded with what he was keeping.

He had been paying month-to-month on his apartment since the beginning of the production and as it wound to a close, he spent all of his time living in the van parked on the theater’s property (with the permission of the owners, of course) and outfitting it as he found time away from packing away the sets and the props that still remained. He said goodbye to Bill and the theater when it was all done, and set the address Trevor had given him in his GPS.

The drive time to Chicago from where he was would take a bit over twelve hours, so he stopped to sleep when he was feeling tired and then got back on the road. He was really impressed with himself for the work he had accomplished on the van before leaving, what was still unfinished could be done either on the road or when he arrived. As it was, he was enjoying the freedom of not being tied to a particular address and the ability to sleep in a bed he had crafted himself.

He made good time and got to Chicago mid-morning, which gave him some time to meet with the people who would work under him, and for them to give him the tour and show him what they had set up right now, as well as what they needed to do. Alex was completely caught up and given the set lists to go over while they went into the studio to what they were currently doing.

The movie they were filming was set in a dystopian reality, with a very rigid structure. Trevor’s part was a colonel in the military who was stationed in the city where the female protagonist was. After being attacked by one of the Captains, she learns of the rebellion going on, and finds out that Trevor’s character, Alastair, is a spy for them.

When Alex stepped onto set, they were in what looked like a dungeon cell. Even having worked in the industry for years, it was still amazing how you could be transported to another world the moment you came onto a set. Trevor and another actor were there, both of them wearing dark colored military pants and black combat boots. The other man, an actor who was well known now by the name of Leander Martin, was in the entire military outfit, but they had Trevor shirtless and kneeling on the stone floor.

Alex had seen in video chats that they had cut Trevor’s hair into a military style cut and had added low lights to it, but it looked far darker in person. It was a mix of brown and red, which made his eyes stand out. They were still that beautiful cinnamon color that Alex loved.

They had done makeup to make Trevor look pale and with open cuts all along his back. Since it was between scenes, one of the makeup artists was misting Trevor with water to make him look like he was sweating. His eyes lit up when he saw Alex following behind the person directly under him in the hierarchy.

Trevor and Alex weren’t openly dating yet, and Trevor wasn’t sure how out he was among his colleagues. Though they were dating, they hadn’t announced it, and Trevor would never out them if Alex didn’t want him to, so that was as much of a greeting as he gave Alex right then. He knew they would probably have to make it public eventually, but he had already told Alex that he wanted to only do that when Alex was comfortable with it.

Alex finished his tour of the set, making quick notes in his “pocket brain” for minor changes that would add realism to the design as he went. By the time he had seen everything he needed to see, they fetched up at the trailer that his office was situated in, which was shared with the crew break room. The entire set crew was gathered in the modestly sized break room, leaving standing room only.

Alex looked them over for a moment before speaking. “Hello, everyone, I’m Alex Hakim. I took over from Tia Hernandez on the set of Extracurricular when some creative differences caused her to move on. I’ve got a solid background in both prop making and set design, working as a crewmember myself until I was promoted to Tia’s position. I’ve been Lead Set Designer at a small community theater in New York for about five years now, but that theater closed down recently so the owners could retire. Beyond my credentials, I tend to run with my hair on fire most of the time, but if you take care of me, I guarantee I will take care of you.

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My family always wanted to have a foreign exchange student, after my aunt and uncle had one from Japan, my senior year. It was really awesome having a temporary cousin from a different culture for a year. They lived close, but in a different school district. He didn’t go to my school, but our families were together on the weekends and during breaks. He was a really nice guy. About 5′ tall, 18 years old, darker skin, black thick hair, and… I did see him naked once during a family weekend swim. We were at the local pool, and we got changed in the locker room together. I had regular board shorts, and he had the skimpiest speedo. But as he changed into it, I noticed he was intact, with a nice 5″ long thick cock. It was a bit darker than the rest of him, and hanging out of a very thick bush of straight black hair. He noticed me as well. I was blonde, super white, skinny as a tree branch and also sporting a foreskin. He was hesitant to ask, being a very polite guy, but he inquired about my foreskin.

He said, “During showers at PE, I only saw Americans that were circumcised.”

I responded, “It was a common practice to rob boys in the US of their foreskins, but some of us escaped the mutilation.”

He looked sad and said, “I don’t understand how anyone could do that to boys.”

Later that same year, my parents applied to have a foreign exchange student too. They were accepted and he was going to be living with us starting that August, before we went to college, and living with us for a year. We were both going to college in August and it was a perfect situation for him to have a temporary family here in the US to visit with durning breaks. We were going to be “brothers” and bunking together. I could only imagine having this kind of comfort if I studied abroad. His name was Dylan and he was coming from a small island of the coast of Ireland. It was supposedly a really rural area of Ireland, and he was coming to a very rural part of the Midwest. So the culture shock would only come to both of us when we got to campus.

We all went to our tiny airport to pick him up. The poor guy had been on a plane for so long, and had to take multiple layovers to get from his little island to our small airport. We all waited at the end of the terminal with a big sign that said “Welcome to the Midwest, Dylan”.

I noticed a rather ripped, very Ginger, guy with freckles, and a tight green T-Shirt look towards us. He had a huge smile and ran over to us. He said hello with the thickest Irish accent I’ve ever heard. I was taken aback a bit at what a gorgeous specimen he was. I was a bit jealous at first glance at his thick red styled hair, ripped arms and pecs poking from under his shirt.

We drove back to our house and showed him where his bedroom was going to be until we went to our dorms in a couple of weeks. It was gonna be right next to mine. I was excited to have a brother per se at this point in my life.

School started on August 10th and I drove us to our dorms, about an hour away towards the big city. I’d only driven to Chicago or St. Louis on my own, and this was great having a passenger to talk to the whole time. We were cracking up about being “farmers” but not being actual farmers. We just lived and grew up in the sticks.

Once we pulled up to the dorm, he said, “wow, this is a really old building. I hope it looks as cool on the inside as it does on the outside.”

We lugged all of our boxes, suitcases, and mini fridge up to our dorm. It was a very hot August Summer afternoon, and we were sweating through our shirts. The dorms were built in the early 1900’s so there was no central AC. Once we had everything set up in our “not so small” dorm, we took our shirts off and wiped our faces down. I was afraid we would have a small hole to live in, but it was rather large compared to what I expected. We were only two doors down from the showers and 4 from the elevator. We looked at each other, dripping with sweat and shirtless. I said, awkwardly, “You are ripped and that is a nice bod”.

I immediately blushed at delivering him this compliment, but he replied with “You are sporting a nice frame too, Lad.”

The awkwardness subsided and we went back to putting our knick knacks, books, toiletries, and clothes were they should go. I did notice that he was prone to only wearing basketball shorts and it didn’t look like he wore anything under them. There was a bit of a swinging behind the curtain with every major move he made while getting set up. We turned on our box fans that were propped in the windows and blew all the hot air out. I had brought a bottle of Irish Whiskey, that my older cousin bought me. I was excited to get our first drink on in our new found freedom. Dylan looked at me with excitement as I opened the bottle and poured us a small glass. We didn’t have any ice, so it was a bit strong and warm, but it did the trick.

“Cheers to a new year of fun and friendship, buddy,” I said as we clinked our glasses together. We then Belek travesti laid in our beds hoping to get some relief from the move, and fell asleep. We laid coverless in our shorts on our beds, and just before I fell asleep, I could see he was pitching a tent, and snoring. This made me laugh, as I was probably going to do the same. Like every night so far in my life.

The next day, we compared our schedules. We were going to have similar freshman classes, but he was on more of a Biology/Science path with classes, while I was more Arts and Math. We only had a couple classes at the same time. We each had a P.E. elective. I was doing Volleyball, and he was taking Lacrosse. We were back in our dorms around the same time and would hit the cafeteria together.

He was becoming friends with a lot of my old high school friends that were in some of his classes. A handful of my classmates were accepted and were going to our same college now. I didn’t realize that one of my exes was attending, but realized when he even started asking me about a girl. I asked him what her name was, and he said Samantha. Based on all the clues from his description, it had to be her.

I said, “She was really good at blowjobs, and was very horny, but was also very jealous and high maintenance. She was really interested in my cock, because it was the only one she had ever seen with a foreskin.”

He looked at me with a side grin, and said, “I might need to talk to her more, if it was okay with you.”

We had a nice weekend coming up. Nothing to do, so we decided to get rebellious and head to a local adult shop, and then maybe hit up a head shop, just for good measure. Neither of us had been so scandalous in our lives before, and we were super excited.

That Friday night, Dylan went to the local adult store and buy something funny. He blushed and said, “That sounds like fun.”

Once we got to the store, I noticed that it was a bit shadier than I expected it to be. We gathered our courage and still went in. The first thing we saw was a wall of dildos and personal massagers. We both blushed at the display of dicks in front of us. Dylan turned to me and asked, “why are all dildos circumcised?”.

I didn’t know how to answer. He continued by saying that he preferred an intact cock to play with. I was taken aback by this. I asked him, “do you like men?”

He said, “I like both men and women, but loved foreskin.”

I asked him, already knowing the answer, “Are you intact. I was left intact and love my foreskin.”

Knowing he already knew my status, I felt he was fishing for a conversation about our foreskins to come up. His eyes shot straight down at my crotch, and I noticed that he was starting to swell up in his shorts. He was wearing some basic basketball shorts again, so they didn’t hide any progressing boner. We decided to leave without buying anything, and got into my car.

We drove away and continued our conversation about our foreskins, and what we loved about them. I especially liked fingers and tongues inside my skin, rolling around. He said he really liked holding his shut when he came, making it balloon and then burst when he let go. He leaned over and whispered with his thick Irish accent, “do you want to compare?”

I almost crashed the car after hearing this. I was more than excited to compare. I had secretly been wanting to see him naked, ever since I saw him walk up to us at the airport. We weren’t in the same sports electives where all guys are required to shower, and we never were in a situation yet to see each other at home or in our dorm. He was undoubtedly the only other guy that I knew was intact. I was getting a bit jealous to know that my prize might not be as exciting anymore that this gorgeous, muscular, ginger with a thick Irish accent sported the same interesting toy.

I said, “Let’s wait until we get back home.”

He said, “No, let’s do it now.”

I found a pull off on the side of the road. It was dark out and we were in a bunch of parking lots. He proceeded to reach over and unzip my pants, and then pulled his shorts off. His thick, uncut, very pale 7 inch cock flopped out and smacked him on his stomach. He was fully erect and had been leaking precum like crazy. He then reached back over and fished my semi hard cock out of my zipper hole. He grabbed my scrotum as well and pulled all of my beautiful manhood out for us to admire. I was getting hard and got to my full thick 6.5 inch erection. I was also leaking precum. I noticed that his red bush of pubes hid the base of his cock, and his balls were hanging out from underneath his wreath of red pubes. My blonde pubes just went across the top of my shaft, like a mustache and I had not as much hair as he did.

He then asked, “Can I pull your skin back, and you can pull mine back too?”

We looked at each other’s raging boners, and we reached over and grabbed the tip of the foreskin, and we both slowly peeled back each other’s foreskin. Belek travestileri We both had so much precum that we could hear the wet skin slipping down and smack as it got below the ridge of our mushroom heads. We both admired the glistening glands and slowly returned each other’s foreskin back over our heads. He said in a very heavily sexy accent, “Let’s go home and have some real fun!”.

We pulled into dorm’s parking lot. The place was still a buzz with activity, as it was the weekend. I knew, we were going to be spotted with raging boners by anyone we passed by. I would be able to hide mine by flopping it up on my stomach and using my waistband to hold it flat against my torso. He was wearing those floppy shorts, and anything he was sporting would be very visible to anyone who glanced. He acted like he needed to rush to the bathroom, but instead went straight to our room without making eye contact with anyone. When I got to our room, I was so nervous, but excited to finally see what I wanted to see for weeks now. Without saying anything to each other, I laid down on my bed, pulled the covers over me, and stripped naked. I was laying on my bed, raging and leaking precum like crazy. I didn’t bother putting any pajamas on, but laid under my covers naked and ready for anything. I turned off all the lights except for the blacklight that illuminated my psychedelic mushroom poster, and the Super Mario lamp I had as a kid. This made the room lit just enough to see what we might be doing, but not too bright as to see that someone was still awake in the room.

He was standing next to me laying in the bed. He was shirtless now, showing off his beautiful 6 pack and flat pecs. He had no hair on his body, but instead, he had a beautiful sprinkling of freckles. These freckles started across his cheeks and nose, then faded down, until you got to his shoulders. They were heavily covered and they continued down his torso, until they slowly faded out and his red hot treasure trail started at his belly button. He was still wearing his basketball shorts, and I could see that it was barreling holding its contents. I looked at his legs, which were thin and muscular as well. The freckles were not on his thighs, but started around his knees and went down to his feet.

He looked at me and asked, “Are you ready to have some fun?”

I pulled the sheets off of me revealing my fully hard 6.5 inch throbbing cock. The foreskin still pulled up over my head, but creating a fountain of precum, like a clear volcano. At the site of this he ripped his shorts down quickly, and his boner flung out, covered in his foreskin. As it flung up, a drop of precum was thrown at my face and landed on my bottom lip. We stared at each other for what seemed like eternity, until he broke the silence by asking if he could join me in the bed. I scooted over to the other side and made room for him to lay next to me. We were laying there looking at each other, with our cocks pointing straight towards the ceiling. As we started to roll towards each other, our cocks, like masts on a capsizing ships, started to get closer and closer to each other, until we were face to face and the tips of our foreskin touched. I could feel his precum leaking all over my cock, and I could feel mike dripping on my thigh.

He asked, “what do you want to do?”

I was so horny, and taken aback by what was happening, I said, “I think that you should choose.”

This was his idea after all. He reached over and pulled my foreskin back slowly. He then pulled his back and had our wet soft heads touching. He then pulled his foreskin over his head and continued to stretch his long skin over my cock head. I was now inside of his foreskin, and he started to pull my foreskin over his and it was now a dual dock. I was inside his foreskin, while both of us were inside mine. This was very warm, wet and a bit slippery. He held on tight so we didn’t slip out from each other’s skin, and started massaging us. As he did this, both of my hands were free, so I proceeded to cup his balls and managed them. His scrotum was sagging and hanging really low as I started.

Quickly, his sack started to bunch up and got round and hard. All of his saggy scrotum skin got quickly wrinkly and pulled up towards his body. I was now holding a tight bean bag instead of a loose sack. I felt his second hand reach down below my balls, and tickle the space between my sack and hole. I was swollen had and he was pushing on that tender spot. As he did this, I reached out with my other hand and grabbed his hair. I started stroking my hand though his thick styled hair, and grabbing it and pulling with every massage stroke he made of our cocks. I heard him moan, and stop breathing for a few seconds. I knew he was close, so I tightened the grip on his hard sack, and pulled his hair. As I did this I could feel him releasing a huge load under his skin and on my head. This made me release my load as well and it filled up his foreskin as Travesti belek well. He cupped my balls as this was happening and our foreskins were filled with so much cum, it started to leak out of mine, as the upper layer.

Before we could lose our boners, he kept his hand on our docked cocks, and used his other hand to pull my face to his. He grabbed my hair and locked his lips on mine. I couldn’t believe that I was getting French kissed by a guy, as his tongue pushed through my lips and started to flick on my tongue. We kissed for a little bit, and then I felt us both getting harder again. He still had not let go of his grip on our cocks, and started massaging our ever growing boners again. As I tugged at his hair again and he bit my bottom lip, we both had a second orgasm and filled up our foreskins with even more cum.

We pulled away from each other and he said, “Watch this”.

He let go of our cocks, and they started to slip out from inside each other. There was so much cum and precum that they slipped off quickly and spilled a huge pile of our fluids right between us.

He asked, “Wasn’t that fun?”

I had no words. I just laid there staring into his big green eyes and looking at the bridge of freckles that went across his nose to both cheeks. I had never had a second orgasm and he just gave it to me, while he had one too. We didn’t say anything to each other, and he rolled over facing away from me. He grabbed my left arm and pulled it over him wanting me to spoon him. There was still a big pile of cum between us. My dick was flopped down into our mess, that was getting colder by the second. He backed his butt up against me and we were laying in our cum and snuggling. We both fell asleep quickly and woke up when the sun rose.

We hadn’t moved at all in our sleep, and were still snuggled up against each other. Except this time, I had a raging morning wood that was pressed up against his lower back, and my tight ball sack was pressed up against his muscular ass cheeks.

He rolled over with the sweetest smile and said, “Top of the morning.”

I giggled a bit and asked how he was doing. He just winked and said, “We should get ready for the day.”

The rest of the day, we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other. We were both excited for what might happen tonight. I could tell we were both boning up all day and I could even see that he was leaking precum through his basketball shorts. There were only a few hours before Sunday was over, and we had to go to class the next day. Tonight we were going to try that double docking again. It was amazing. When bedtime rolled around, we both went to our shared bathroom, brushed our teeth, and took a shower together. I suggested we just get in together so we could get to bed without as much anticipation. I couldn’t believe I was so attracted to and turned on by him. I was still into girls, but what we did last night was one of the best feelings I had ever physically felt, as well as a crazy emotional spark.

We put on our flip flops and basic gym shorts, flung our towels over our shoulder and headed to the showers. There was a larger stall for handicap access and we both looked at it with a wink. He pulled back the first curtain that hid a small chaining space and bench. Then he opened up the second curtain revealing the shower space. I stepped into the shower, he looked at me, and handed me the pooffa already soaped up. He obviously wanted me to wash him. I had him turn around so I could soap up his back and shoulders. I slowly rubbed his muscular body, and pretended I was washing off all of his freckles. I washed his entire back, tight ass, and lower legs. He then turned around facing me.

He was hard and pointing straight toward me. I started to lather his chest and abs, and continued to soap up his hooded cock and under his balls. I proceeded to push in-between his legs and he squatted a little so I could get the pooffa between his balls and hole. He grabbed me in a bear hug, and he asked if I could get his ass a little better. Held his cheeks apart and started to swab around his hole. I could feel his boner twitching harder on my stomach. When I was done, I pushed off of him and lathered up his hair. While he was leaning back to rinse his hair, I looked down at his raging cock. I slowly slipped his foreskin back and used the hot water to rinse his glistening head. I could tell the water was a little too hot, as his light pink head was getting a little purple. I returned his foreskin back.

He looked me in the eyes with a smirk and said, “It’s now your turn, young lad.”

He spun me around and lathered my skinny frame up with the same pooffa. He proceeded to not just give me the same treatment of cleaning between my ass cheeks, but he used a finger to slip inside and swirl around. As he did this, I gasped,

He said, “Thats what I usually do to make sure I’m totally clean. Now let’s get that foreskin clean too.”

He pulled back my foreskin and rinsed it off with the hot water. He got down on his knees and leaned over and took the head in his mouth and did a “cleaning” with is tongue. When he was done, he rinsed me again

As he licked his lips, he said, “I just wanted to make sure there was nothing left over from our exploits.”

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