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Caught Spying on a Friend

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It was early in the fall, and the leaves had just stated to turn. During the day the air was warm and dry, but at night you could feel the dampness in the air. Shari had told me she was house sitting for a few weeks for a family friend and would be staying at the house, just so I would not worry about her. We had gotten close to each other over the last nine months, and I really felt something for her. Aside from the great sex, see touched me inside, deep with in my soul.

Either I called her, or she called me everyday and we would talk for hours. I think she missed me. I know I missed her! She had hinted around for me to come up to see her but never came out and asked. When I mentioned coming to see her, she acted as if that would be a bad idea. The owners were very strict with their rules. It was the mixed signals that got me thinking.

On Thursday I decided to drive up and have a look. Along the drive up my mind raced as to why she did not want me to come up. Was she just needing time away from me? That did not seem to be the reason. Why would she call me everyday and talk for hours? I got angry. Was she with another man? I shook my head. She loved me and would not do that to me! The thought haunted me for the rest of the trip.

By the time I reached the house, it was late. I thought I would call her to surprise her but decided to just have a look around first. Parking away from the house as to not be seen, I slowly walked up to the house just off the side of the drive. As I neared the front I could see no lights but for a flickering glow from one room off the front porch. I slowly made my way up the steps and could hear music playing rather loudly. My breath could be seen in the cool air as I made my way.

I neared the window from where I had seen the glowing light and slowly looked in, what I saw shocked me at first. I could not believe what I was seeing, but the more I watched I realized how turned on I had gotten.

There in a large room were two naked woman lit by the light of the fireplace lying on a large white fuzzy rug, having sex! They were kissing and fondling each other with great passion. I could not believe my eyes, or my hard on! As I moved to get a better look I bumped into a planter on the porch and I saw the girls look up. I quickly ducked out of site. It was then I heard giggles, my curiosity got the better of me so I peered in slowly. It was then I got the biggest shock of my life.

As I slowly peeked around to look through the window, I saw Shari! She was completely naked except for a large flesh colored dildo strapped on her waist sticking out as if she had a hard on! I could not hear what she was saying but the girls giggled and then crawled to her taking the (cock) into their lips in turn. As shocked as I was, I could not take my eyes off the blatant sexual display before me. I was glued to the window. Watching the girls suck the cock in turn had me hard as a rock. I could not believe Shari was into women. Then I got a bigger shock. One of the girls quickly turned around on all fours and stuck her ass high toward Shari. Shari knelt behind her and pushed the cock into the girls pussy. She must have been real wet for the ease Shari slid the dildo in and out of her. The second girl crawled in front of the one Shari was pumping and spread her legs wide so she could lick and finger her pussy. I could hear them all screaming with enjoyment and sexual bliss. As the two girls screamed that they were cumming, it happened. Shari looked straight out the window into my eyes! I was so shocked I could not move. The girls looked up and giggled, then the one that was getting her pussy licked crawled to Shari and sucked the strap on cock clean. I did not even see the other one leave the room.

The next thing I knew the girl that was getting fucked was standing next to me. I was so stunned at the sight of what was going on in the room, I did not even hear her walk up. When she touched my arm I jumped startling her also. She had a robe loosely draped over her shoulders and my eyes went right to her tits. They were large and firm with hard erect nipples. As I gazed lower I could see she was clean shaven and shining with wetness. Reaching out, she took my hand and led me into the house to the room where Shari and the other girl were waiting.

There I stood in a room with three naked woman. The one that escorted me in had dropped her robe and walked over next to the other girl. Shari walked toward etiler escort me, she had removed the strap on, but did not say a word, just placed a hand on my cheek and kissed me softly at first then deeper with more tongue. Her other hand rubbed my cock through my pants and I thought I would cum right there. As she backed off, Shari smiled.

“I am glad you came up to find me, I was not sure if you would.” Shari stated.

“I want you to meet my friends,” she went on, ” this is Peggy,” pointing to the redhead, “and this is Beth.” Pointing to the blonde that walked me in. “Girls,” Shari went on, “this is Mike.”

Peggy walked up close to me and said, “so this is the one that keeps you happy when we are not there.” All along circling me rubbing one hand over my body. “Is he as good as you say he is?” she went on. My eyes went wide and with that, Shari took my hand and turned to leave the room. As we did she turned back to the girls and says,

“You two have fun. We will be back later!”

Shari took me up the stairs to one of the bedrooms, closing the door behind us. She still had not said a word. She slowly stripped my clothes off and sat me on the bed. All the time caressing me and touching my body. My cock was so hard and she knew it, that was what she had intended. She pushed me back on the bed, licking and kissing me all over. Brushing her tits across my chest and cock. I reached out to touch them and she stopped my hand. Sliding down she licked my throbbing cock, making it bounce toward her lips. Then she took me, swallowed me in one gulp to the balls. I wanted to cum now, but she stopped me by raking her teeth on the way pulling out. She looked at me and smiled, knowing I was enjoying this. She caught her breath then went back down on me, slowly this time, working my cock with her lips and tongue. She was such a great cock sucker and knew just how to work it. She brought me to the edge again, then stopped. She was toying with me. I thought that two can play this game and tried to flip her over so I could suck on her sweet pussy. It was if she had read my mind, and blocked me before I could move her. Looking into my eyes, she just shook a finger at me and shook her head no.

I was ready to scream, and she knew she had me all worked up. Shari then stood up on the bed, and rubbing her tits as if dancing. She slipped a hand to her pussy, sinking a finger in. She was so wet I could hear the squish of her wetness. She fingered herself to the brink of orgasm then dropped to her knees, stuffing her fingers into my mouth. Her lips caught my throbbing penis and she sucked hard.

I erupted deep and hard down her throat. She took it all and did not stop sucking till I had emptied all for her. It was then she sat up and smiled. I was breathing heavily, but could see the glow she had. I loved this girl!

Shari looked at me and smiled, as I sat up in bed propping myself up with pillows. When I started to speak, Shari stopped me. It was then she told me everything.

The three girls had been friends for several years and had done everything together, including going to the same college. One night Beth was house sitting for friends but did not want to stay alone, so she had Shari and Peggy come stay the night also. They ended up having a great weekend.

Shari looked at me as if I had lost her, but her smile and kiss proved me wrong. She looked into my eyes and kissed me . She was so passionate when she kissed that it stirred my blood. Feeling my cock stir, she said, “I think you are ready.”

She could see the look in my eyes, ready for what I thought? Shari took me by the hand and led me from the bed. She handed me a robe to cover myself. She wore nothing as she led me down the stairs. As we descended the stairs I could see the fires glow from the room I first viewed, but heard nothing. As we entered the room I saw the girls on the divan cuddling and drinking wine.

Shari sat me in a chair. It was an old English style I think, complete with arm rests. Beth and Peggy arose from the divan. Peggy fueled the fire and Beth poured more wine. Then all three girls were around me, kissing and groping me. Then they stopped. It was then I realized they had tied my hands to the arms of the chair. Then Shari came to me, kissed me and held a glass of wine for me to drink. She tipped it till I emptied the glass. Then Shari licked the rest from my lips.

As she pulled away, I saw Peggy beşiktaş escort and Beth in front of me kissing. Shari went to pour more wine then returned to me. Before letting me drink, she leaned close and said, ” you are our slave and will do what you are told!”

I was stunned. What was going on? Then she looked into my eyes and smiled, kissing me softly. Then she fed me the wine, making me drink it all down. She untied the robe and opened it, exposing me to all of them. Peggy and Beth eyed me and smiled. Shari stepped back as Peggy and Beth walked toward me. They both had a look in their eye that told me I was in for something I have never dreamed of. They both started to touch me and kiss me all over, exploring my body, yet never touching my lips or cock. One would be kissing my ears while the other would be kissing my thighs. They circled around my body and did not miss a spot. My cock had hardened very early in the process. Yet they never touched it. Then they backed off.

Peggy brought me more wine and as she fed it to me, she caressed her tits. I downed the glass, having no choice since she was holding it up to my lips. Since they had my hands bound to the arms of the chair around the wrists and elbows, it was just enough to keep me in their control.

I looked around but could not see Shari. It was then that Beth walked up. No, she strolled up! It was like in slow motion as she neared me. She had a small plate with fruit on it and proceeded to feed me. Taking a small piece of watermelon, she rubbed her nipple with it then fed it to me. The cold wet juice made her nipple harden. She giggled as I ate the melon, letting me lick her fingers clean. She fed me more fruit while playing and teasing me. Then taking a strawberry, she looked at my cock, causing me to look also. A large drop of precum was sitting on the tip. She waved the berry at me snaking it to my cock. She took the tip of the strawberry and swirled it in the dew on my tip. She then took it to her lips and sucked it clean biting half of the berry. Slowly she fed me the rest. I was so mesmerized on Beth, I didn’t even know what was going on around me. Beth then stood and kissed me, deep and hard. I pressed back to take her kiss as best I could . “Dam!” I thought to myself, my hands are tied and I couldn’t touch her.

As Beth walked away I could see Peggy and Shari on the rug by the fire place eating each others pussy. When Beth saw the look on my face, she laughed out so loud that it caused Shari and Peggy to look up at me and they both smiled. Looking back at one another they grinned and jumped up, rushing to me. They both started kissing me and rubbing their pussy soaked faces all over me. I thought I would shoot a load right then.

They backed off and all three stood in front of me. I looked at Shari and as I started to speak, she quickly snapped at me, ” Silence!”

It took me by surprise. I did not know what to think, then I saw the grin. I had begun to catch onto the game, but where was it to lead and just how far would it go?

The three girls gathered near the fireplace to talk between themselves. I could not hear what they were saying but I could hear them giggle now and then as they would look over at me at times.

The fire back lit them as I sat there gazing upon all three while they plotted, their naked bodies were aglow in the firelight. I marveled at their differences and similarities. No doubt they were all hot as hell.

They all were about the same in size, with just a bit of difference. All three had the same hair length and wore it natural and loose. But they were all three different colors. Beth was sandy blonde, Shari was brunette, and Peggy was a dark redhead. They were all close to the same in height and weight from what I could tell also. All three had their pussies shaven clean. As for their tits, well, that was where the difference showed! All three had nice tits. Shari and Beth looked to be the same size with perky nipples, but Shari’s areola were larger. Peggy had much larger tits.

They turned toward me and Shari walked up to me then slapped my face! Saying, “You asshole, you just came here to fuck my friends!”

I was shocked that she slapped me. It was not that it was hard, but it caught me unaware and I got pissed. As I went to move I realized again I was still tied and could not react. Then she stormed out of the room. I was in a state of confusion to say the least.

Peggy taksim escort and Beth were both standing there with a look of disbelief on their faces. I looked at the girls and said, “Untie me!” They both walked toward me, slow and cat like, not saying a word. As they neared me they both started to glide their hands over me. I could feel the heat from their face as well as their breath on me. They slowly moved over my body with their hands. As they did my cock grew hard and they saw it. They both made their way toward it, positioning themselves between my legs.

They took turns licking my balls and up my shaft, teasing me. One would lick my head while the other would suck my balls. Neither one would take my cock into their mouth fully, and it was driving me crazy. It was then they turned and kissed each other while rubbing my cock and balls. They both turned to me and kissed the base of my cock. Standing up, they walked away as if nothing happened. As they did I tried to speak, but Beth put her finger to my lips while shaking her head as if I were not to speak.

Peggy came back with more wine. She fed me a drink, (not the whole glass) and a treat. She held her tit up to me to suck, and suck I did. She had large tits and hard nipples. What was I to do? I was being “forced.” I sucked her tit and she fed me wine, then I sucked her other tit and she fed me wine. Am I in Rome?

Beth had come back, and dropped to her knees taking my cock deep into her mouth, sucking a few strokes then pulled off. Peggy took the moment to kiss me, driving her tongue in my mouth hard. They both toyed with me for several minutes. I wanted to cum so bad I hurt. It was then they both backed off leaving me there, in sexual discomfort.

It was then Shari walked into the room. She was completely naked but for one thing, she was wearing a large strap-on dildo. The girls took attention. They both swarmed to her like she was the queen bee. Dropping to their knees, the girls sucked and played with the cock as if it were real. They were in an sexual frenzy.

I sat there tied to the chair watching the girls as they kissed and played with the cock Shari was sporting. Peggy stood and bent over spreading herself open. Shari got behind her and eased the cock into her. She was wet and it went in easy. Shari started to pump her pussy and I could hear the squish of her pussy. Shari fucked her hard and fast. Beth sat under her helping to support Peggy and reaching under she toyed with her clit. It did not take long till Peggy was moaning and the moans turned to screams till her whole body shook in a shattering orgasm. Her knees got weak and Beth held her as Shari pulled the rubber cock out of her. Peggy dropped to the floor and Beth scrambled toward Shari to suck the cock clean of Peggy’s cream.

Peggy gathered herself and walked to me. Standing right in front of me she stuffing her fingers deep into her wet pussy then slowly pulled them out. They were soaked with her cum. She brought her hand to my lips stuffing her fingers in my mouth. I did not resist, and I sucked them clean. She then returned to join Shari and Beth who by now were fucking. Shari was Beth bent over and was fucking her as hard as she had Peggy. If I could have touched my cock, I would have exploded right away. Peggy toyed with Beth as she had done her and soon she was cumming also. At this point, all three dropped to the floor and kissed with hands going everywhere. Both Beth and Peggy worked on Shari, removing the strap on and they took turns sucking her pussy right in front of me. Then they used the dildo to fuck her. They had her screaming and thrashing about hard as she orgasmed.

I need to cum so bad! Not even realizing it, I let out a whimper. This caught their attention. All three looked at me and had evil grins on their faces. They all three crawled to me and gathering between my legs, they started to caress my legs, working higher till they were so close to my balls and cock. Shari stood up to one side letting Beth and Peggy to move close to me. Shari gripped my cock and stroked it pointing it at the other two girls. Her grip was firm as she stroked with a steady rhythm. She knew I was close and aimed my cock at their faces as I shot my load. Several spurts erupted from me till by balls ached. Shari squeezed the last from me then licked it from her hand as I watched Beth and Peggy lick each other clean.

Shari kissed me deeply and then motioned to the girls. They both took turns sucking me till I was empty. Then they untied me and led me to the plush rug by the fire. All three pampered me and fed me wine and snacks with lots of kissing all around. Shari liked sharing me with them, and I was not going to say no!

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Carmen’s Fantasies Ch. 2

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Finishing her creamy soup with a flourish of tongue and lips, Carmen cleansed her palate with strong, black coffee. She would have added a slender cigar to her meal’s finale, but as the cafe didn’t allow bad habits, she was forced to satisfy her cravings with caffeine and the crowd. The pair always stimulated her imagination, and she leaned back in her booth to observe the late afternoon diners, focusing on two women who had just taken stools at the counter.

The tallest had dark hair and was taking her pants to the limit. Though the woman was clearly a size fourteen, she had squeezed into jeans meant for a anorexic cheerleader. However, her weight was evenly distributed over her large frame, and if you liked an Amazon who could kick your boyfriend’s ass, this babe would get your heart pumping. Her friend was a lean, tanned blonde with high cheek bones and tight calves that suggested she went biking as regularly as her mother went hiking with Indians. Dressed in cutoffs and an old western shirt, she spun her stool from side to side like a child who found it hard to sit still.

“All done?” the waitress asked, swinging by the professor’s booth.

“Just beginning,” Carmen replied. “But you can take the trash.”

“And how was your soup?”

“Delicious! I even licked the bottom of the bowl!”

“Our chef will be delighted to hear that,” the young woman replied. “She lives to please others, and you’ll make her day. Would you like me to refill your cup?”

“Please,” the professor said, finding delicious irony in the girl’s phrasing.

“And can I bring you something for dessert?”

“I’ll think about it for awhile,” Carmen said. And this was exactly what she did, for with hot coffee and two Muses at the counter to inspire her, she was ready for a lusty stroll down Fantasy Lane. As always, she took along her favorite student.

The semester has ended and Sandy goes looking for a summer job. Although she’s smart and an excellent worker, the labor market is glutted, common in a college town. But being a determined woman, she walks the streets and knocks on many doors, filling out applications until her hand cramps. But even the minimum wage positions are denied her.

“It’s because of my age,” she convinces herself, flumping down on a bus stop bench with the newspaper’s want ads. “Now if I were twenty years younger like those two…” She stops her internal dialogue to listen to the conversation of the two girls passing by.

“I made $800 last Friday,” one claims. “And so could you! Your body’s better than mine, and all you’ve got to do is wriggle your ass and do a few lap dances.”

“But I don’t know if I could take off my clothes in public,” the other replies. “I mean, it would make me feel so…well, cheap!”

“At $100 an hour?”

And then they are out of earshot.

Sandy feels more frustrated and angry than ever. It doesn’t seem right that she’s virtually unemployable while uneducated bimbos can make scads of money dancing in gentlemen’s clubs. How much skill did it take to strut naked in heels in front of a lonely man? It was simply take it off and rake it in. Legal prostitution.

“What a hypocrite!” her inner voice intrudes. “If you’re going to beat the moral drum, better do it softly! And quit bitching about your age, for that’s not the problem, and you know it! Lots of men would love to see an older woman strip, and you’d probably make loads of money! So be honest! The only thing that’s holding you back is your stupid, false modesty!”

Ignoring the lecture, Sandy scans the want ads till a listing catches her eye.

Mature individual to manage video rental store.

No experience required. $15 hr.

“There’s got to be a catch,” she says to herself, tearing out the ad and quickly hopping on the bus before the driver can get cute. “Don’t be so negative,” her conscience scolds her as she takes a seat in the back. “It might be right up your line. Besides, how are you planning to pay your rent? By winning the lottery?”

Re-reading the ad, Sandy sees that the address is just a few blocks away. She tugs on the cord above her, reluctantly, and the bus rumbles to a stop. The female driver looks into her rear view mirror and snaps her gum impatiently. Her expression, half sneer and half leer, leaves an ambiguous impression on the redhead as she steps down onto the curb. Why does this woman always look at her so? And more doubts cloud Sandy’s brain when she sees an ‘Adults Only’ sign marking the entrance to the store she’s seeking.

She pauses outside the green-colored door to check the address. Unfortunately, it matches, and a groan escapes her lips. What should she do? The store’s windows are painted black, so she can’t peek in, and her mind concocts a lurid picture of orgies and police line-ups. Feeling jittery just being near such a place, she looks around as if she were being followed. Biting her lip, she thinks about leaving, but the bus now pulls away, the driver’s grinning face staring pendik escort back at her in the side mirror. “Damn it! Go in!” her inner voice orders her. “What’s the worst that can happen? You’ve come this far, so at least check it out! Don’t be such a prude! You might even catch a thrill!”

Feeling flushed and sweaty, Sandy takes a big breath and crosses the threshold. She expects the interior to be criminally dark and stifling hot with hookers in fishnet sashaying from trick to trick while junkies shoot up in the corner. But instead she finds the store to be clean, air-conditioned, and brightly lit, and not a single sex fiend jumps out to rape her. In fact, the store is empty except for an older man with a bad cough who’s reading a magazine behind the counter. He doesn’t look up, and Sandy quickly scans the place. It looks like an ordinary newsstand with magazines and colorful boxes lining the walls. But a closer look reveals that the material is all X-rated, for naked breasts and butts adorn every cover. But most intriguing is a pulsing red light hanging over a dark alcove in the back of the store. A faint humming is heard within, along with the sound of a coin falling into a slot.

Sandy suddenly feels a pair of eyes examining her.

“Feel free to look around,” the owner says, setting an example by mentally removing her skirt and blouse. “If you need quarters, just ask. And please don’t remove the wrapping from the mags. If you do, you’ll be making a purchase.”

Sandy stammers that she’s there about the advertised job, pulling the torn ad from her purse as evidence. Drawing near the counter, she can’t help but notice all the dildos and vibrators arranged in neat rows behind the glass.

“Do you have any experience?” the man asks.

Sandy blushes, not sure what he means.

“Not a problem,” he shrugs. “The job’s pretty basic. And I’m willing to pay extra for someone who’s honest and dependable.” Not bothering to introduce himself or get up from his chair, he tosses her an application which falls to the floor. Moving behind the counter to retrieve it–and giving Sam a chance to peek down her blouse–she sees a VCR and a small television showing three naked women being naughty in the shower.

“The soap operas are getting racy,” Sandy comments, trying to show some wit.

But the owner isn’t looking for a scholar and doesn’t even grin. “If someone complains about a tape,” he goes on, “we check it out before refunding their money. The world is filled with fucking liars and and scumbags, and you can’t trust anybody.”

Sandy nods and keeps her eyes on the application. The form is simple to fill out, asking little more than her phone number and if she’s ever been in prison. She finishes it quickly and hands it back, not knowing where to direct her eyes. The owner coughs while looking over her entries and takes a drink from a bottle bearing a pharmacy label.

“Hell of a cold,” he says. And then adds, “When can you start, Sandy?”

“If I’m hired, you mean? Well, I guess–“

“How about today?”

“You mean…right now?”

“I’ll show you the ropes,” he informs her. “Then I’m going home to die. My name’s Sam, and you’ll be working under me. Everyone calls me Uncle Sam, so if anyone asks what you do for a living, just say you work for the government. Okay?”

Before Sandy can say she’d like to think about it, Sam tells her about the cash register and the code numbers and the rental slips and how to unjam the camera in booth and Dirty Harry who practically lives in booth


and thirty other things that go in one ear and out the other. Convinced that she can handle it, he dismisses her fears with a sickly wave of his hand and staggers out the door leaving her alone.

Overloaded with details, Sandy tries to compose her thoughts, but the sexual scenery is everywhere and seems to leap off the walls. A police siren wails in the distance, and she imagines a goon squad crashing in and subjecting her to a strip-search on the sidewalk. Feeling dizzy, she collapses into Sam’s infected chair, but the plastic cocks in the display case make her head swim even more. And while trying to remember everything Sam told her, the front door swings open and two young women enter.

“Still thinking about dessert?”

“Excuse me?”

“Something sinfully sweet to munch on over coffee?” the waitress asks.

“I’m already working on a nice of piece of pie,” Carmen replied. “But you can fill me again, dear.” The professor crossed her legs and slipped her hand under the napkin covering her lap. This wasn’t her office, after all, but it did make it more exciting. Now where was she? Carmen sipped her coffee and studied the women at the counter before continuing her fantasy.

Sandy smiles nervously greeting her first customers. One is tall, solidly built, and has poured herself into her pants. Her companion. a raw-boned blonde clad in cutoffs, seems jumpy as if strung out on speed. They smile back şişli escort at Sandy, showing no anxiety at being in a porn shop. After perusing the racks of videos and mags, they work their way to the back where they read the blurbs of the short films offered in the booths.

“Is
any good?” the tall woman calls out to the redhead.

“I…haven’t seen it,” Sandy confesses. “I just started working here today.”

“If we don’t like it, will you give us our quarters back?” the blonde asks.

“Sure,” Sandy agrees, making a hasty executive decision.

The women disappear into the darkness, and a second hum is heard–followed by derisive groans. Returning looking cheated, they mill around the counter like vagrants.

“Way too fakey,” the big woman in jeans says. “The babes looked bored and tired. I hate it when they just go through the motions. I mean, if you’re being paid to fuck on film, then you ought to put out like a pro. Right?”

Sandy doesn’t know how to reply, but she takes a few quarters from the till.

“What a sweetie pie,” the blonde says, flashing her green eyes at the redhead and leaning over the counter to inspect the dildos, asking, “Which is your favorite?”

Again, Sandy is speechless. She smiles awkwardly and shrugs.

“So you like them all, huh?” the blonde says, delighted in making the clerk blush.

“Pay no attention to Wendy,” her friend advises. “She was born in a barn like her mother. And it’s nice to see a woman in here for a change. Sam’s okay, but he’s still a guy.”

The Amazon introduces herself as Jean and trades small talk with Sandy while the blonde prowls the shelves. Apparently finding something spicy, Wendy asks if she can preview it. Before Sandy can give the go ahead, the blonde loads the tape into the VCR as if she does it all the time. She then sits on the armrest of Sandy’s chair and watches two women undress and fondle a third.

“She’s got great tits!” Wendy says. “Shit! They must be Z-cups!”

Jean goes behind the counter to take a look, but the action bores her. “I’ve seen it already,” she drones. “The titty-play gets me wet, but the fuck scenes are boring. And they only use a single dildo.” She turns her attention to a catalogue on the counter and rests her elbows on the glass while paging through it. In this pose, her denim-clad ass lies directly in Sandy’s view.

Wendy sees the cough syrup Sam has left behind and reads the label. “Good stuff!” she pronounces. “It’s got Codeine in it.” Smiling knowingly at Sandy, she says, “I bet this keeps you hot and horny! Mind if I take a hit?” Before Sandy can say it’s not hers, the blonde takes a big swig, shivers, and says, “Yeah!” Then she offers some to the redhead.

“No thanks. And it’s not mine, anyway. You see–“

“So you’re too good to drink with me, huh?” Wendy taunts. “Boy, you are an uppity bitch!” She says it jokingly and Sandy laughs with her, and when the blonde presses the bottle on her again, Sandy’s inner voice tells her to be more sociable. Thinking it might help calm her nerves, she takes a sip of the liquid narcotic.

The blonde’s eyes turn back to the video, but Sandy has trouble ignoring the butt looming in front of hers. Wendy misreads Sandy’s emotions and teases her about being more interested in Jean’s curves than those on the screen. The redhead immediately denies it, but Wendy goes after her like a prosecutor.

“You obviously like Jean’s ass,” she accuses. “So why not just admit it?”

“I do not!” Sandy insists, though her laughter weakens her defense.

Jean glances over her shoulder. “You don’t think I’ve got a nice ass?”

“I didn’t say that,” Sandy defends. “You’ve got a very nice ass. But–“

“She’d really like to kiss it!” Wendy assures her friend.

“I do not!” the redhead protests, pushing back when Wendy pushes her.

Jean ignores their spat and goes back to her catalogue, saying, “If she wants to kiss my ass, that’s fine with me.”

Since coaxing failed, the blonde resorts to force, playfully grabbing a fist full of red hair and pulling the head forward. “I know you want to!” Wendy says. “So now’s your chance!”

“She won’t give up until you do,” Jean sighs, long accustomed to Wendy’s ways.

Woozy from the Codeine and the wrestling match, Sandy surrenders and bestows the desired kiss. “Now are you happy?” she asks the blonde.

“That was too fakey!” Wendy complains. ‘I want to hear smacking sounds from your lips like you mean it! Now do it right this time!”

Wendy twists Sandy’s arm behind her back, and though the action is punctuated with giggles, the pain is genuine. Since her face is practically touching the bulging Levis, Sandy plays the good sport and delivers a noisy kiss.

“Both cheeks!” the blonde orders, escalating her demands while keeping her hold. “If you only do one, the other will get jealous!’

Sandy fights her captor with an exerted effort, but the blonde is superior in strength. Having no tuzla escort other recourse, she obeys–but does so with an exaggerated flourish.

“Don’t get smart with me!” Wendy teases, slapping Sandy as mock punishment. Sandy laughs in spite of the stinging pain, but the blonde proves serious about continuing her domination. “Admit it, slut! You love pleasuring another woman’s ass! And you wanted to kiss Jean’s fantastic butt the moment you laid eyes on her! Now confess!”

Sandy tries to deny it, but a sharp twist on her arm forces a laughing affirmative.

“Now do it with passion!” Wendy commands. “Right on her crack! That’s where you yearn to kiss her, so give in to your deepest desires!”

Unable to think or see clearly, Sandy yields to the pressure and kisses the seam. Watching with wicked eyes, Wendy orders her to make the kiss French. Since her arm is already aching, Sandy sticks out her tongue and drags it through the taut denim crotch.

“Mmmm!” Jean says without turning around. “Nice tongue! I felt that right through my pants! Make her do it again!”

Wendy pushes Sandy’s face into Jean’s butt as if trying to smother her. Jean pushes back, and the redhead starts gasping. It’s a reverse game of tug-o-war, and the rule book is tossed when Wendy goes after Sandy’s tits. Jean plays dirty herself, rolling her hips in erotic circles. The redhead squirms to evade the suffocating ass and the pinching fingers, but the blonde and her buddy won’t be denied. In resignation, Sandy quits struggling and lets the girls abuse her body.

After getting their fill, Jean goes back to her catalogue, and Wendy releases her prisoner. She laughs at the redhead’s flushed face while helping herself to more cough syrup. Sandy finds herself laughing, too. For the girls, though mean and nasty, obviously have no problems with their consciences, and she secretly admires their candor and lack of shame.

Apparently coming down with a cold herself, Wendy gulps the Codeine as if it were a Coke, but when she passes the bottle to Sandy, the redhead begs off. The blonde doesn’t like to drink alone, however, and after taking another hit, she grabs the redhead by her hair and pulls her close for a long syrupy kiss.

Everything’s going too fast for Sandy. She has yet to come to grips with the idea of working in a porn shop–much less being hired on the spot and left to run by herself. But combining that with the aggressive overtures of two sluts and the ingestion of a narcotic puts her somewhere between Cloud 9 and the Twilight Zone. Having lost all sense of time and space, she’s only aware of the warm lips pressed into her own. Though the sensation is far from unpleasant, it sets off an alarm in Sandy’s head, and she responds by fidgeting.

“Now stop that!” her conscience angrily intrudes, sending a jolt of pain into her gut. “This is something you should actively seek, not resist! Aren’t you always complaining about not being desirable? Well, this blonde wants you in the worst way, and so does her big friend! And an aging whore like you can’t be picky about her lovers! So quit playing the good girl and simply be yourself! Besides, these girls are experts who can teach you a lot! So study hard!”

Another jolt makes Sandy groan, and she nods her head furiously. Gauging her reaction as a sign of desire, Wendy turns up the heat, offering her tongue to the redhead. Sandy quickly fastens her lips around it and sucks till her cheeks indent.

Intrigued by the sounds coming behind her, Jean peeks over her shoulder like a suspicious chaperone at an all-girls’ camp. “Are you two making out behind my back?”

“What does it look like it?” Wendy mumbles, keeping her mouth glued to Sandy’s.

“It looks like a stacked redhead is going to get fisted by a sluttish blonde,” Jean replies, watching Wendy tug up Sandy’s skirt to get at her pussy. Always willing to help a friend, Jean starts unbuttoning the redhead’s blouse.

A stubborn surge of rebellion courses through Sandy, and she swats away the hands undressing her. “No!” she protests. “This isn’t right!” But remembering her harsh conscience she quickly adds, ” I mean…what if someone were to come in?”

Jean glares at her with authoritative eyes that say “Hush!” like a stern librarian. But the slap she gives Sandy is more reminiscent of a cruel Jell-O wrestler. Coupled with the blow, Jean’s dominant gaze silences further objections. And the long kiss that follows allows her to remove all of Sandy’s clothes without interference.

Wendy watches Jean play with Sandy’s tits, roughly, then she eagerly goes after the redhead’s bush. Delighted by its flaming color, she combs her fingers through the red curls and probes the sweaty slit. Her ears detect a chorus of pleas coming from the counter, each dildo begging to be put into service. Too soft-hearted to ignore their calls, the blonde selects a long black one with life-like veins to take the tour of the clerk’s pussy. After greasing the shaft with cough syrup, Wendy teases the clit with the head, and Sandy’s thighs part at the first touch. The blonde grabs her ankles and plants them high on the counter. Smiling devilishly at the now gaping hole, Wendy plunges the dildo into the moist darkness.

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Our house is an indoor party house. Heide and her husband’s pool is secluded behind a high privacy wall. When we have our neighborhood get-togethers at their home, the six couples can fuck and suck under the stars without attracting undue attention from the neighbors. Our pool deck, on the other hand, overlooks a small neighborhood park, one designed for family barbecues and different kinds of balling–softball, football and soccer. It gets a lot of use, especially on the weekends.

It’s not a bad thing. On warm summer nights I can sit by our pool and listen to the local teenagers losing their virginity. First, you hear some female voices uttering the mating call of a virgin. “No!” …Or “Do you really love me?” That usually gives way to a short period of male grunting, followed by a loud moan. Then there is another call, again from the female of the species. “That’s it?”

I chuckle when I hear that one, remembering Mary Lou. She was my first. She was also the most patient woman I’ve ever fucked. We’d meet in the woods behind her house. I’d bring a blanket. She’d bring two beers she’d stolen from her father’s never-ending supply in the garage refrigerator. She’d strip and lie on the blanket. I’d strip and lie on her.

I say she was the most patient because I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I, like most high school boys, hadn’t learned about foreplay. I hadn’t learned that fingering her love box and licking the girl’s tits caused her pussy juices to flow, and that would have made it easier for my dick to enter her waiting pussy. No, the first time–and many times after that–I just banged away at the dry hole until she spread her legs far enough to allow me to enter. Then, when I did get in, the sensation was so fantastic it would take about two strokes. Then I’d empty my balls into her recently virgin cunt.

Fortunately, as a teenager, I could bounce right back. I’d roll off, wait a minute or two, then repeat the process. This would continue until I had cum three or four times. Then, miracle of miracles, I began to show some staying power. That’s what Mary Lou had hung around for, and both of us were duly rewarded.

I’d pump in and out of her more slowly because my dick wasn’t quite sensitive. She liked that. There was no rush or ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’. Once I’d lasted a minute, she’d start getting into it and wrap her legs around me. That allowed me to go deeper into her pussy, and we both liked that. Then she’d start moving her hips with me. That’s when she’d start moaning and grabbing my ass–pulling me deeper into her. Finally, she’d scream and squeeze my dick with her pussy. Then she’d grab my ass and pull me all the way inside he. Her juices would begin flowing–soaking me–and her already tight cunt would contstrict, trying to strangle my dick. As drained as I was, that never failed. I’d cum again… and keep on cumming, long after my balls had nothing else to contribute.

Mary Lou and I were ‘in love’ for about six months. Then she started dating an older boy. He was a wizened veteran who sucked her nipples and clit. She explained that when she broke up with me. She said he made her cum every time, and not just after he’d been drained so often he was able to keep it up for more than one or two thrusts. He actually had learned to hold off and not cum until she’d had an orgasm. Laidies first. She liked that.

I was heartbroken, but rebounded. There was one thing about Mary Lou, though, that baffled me for years. Then I discovered that some women–like Mary Lou–actually had gushers of their own during an orgasm. Up to that time, I always thought she had lost control of her bladder and was pissing on me. Ah, youth.

Anyway, you can see why we didn’t hold any of our swinger’s group parties around our pool. It might have been too educational for the locker room Romeos and their Juliet conquests. …Not that nothing ever happens. My wife and I fuck frequently in the pool. Some of our guests use it as well, keeping their amorous adventures underwater and out of sight of the families in the park.

All except our neighbor, Heidi. She presented a problem because she’s more of a visual person and doesn’t care to screw in the pool. She likes to watch my dick slide in and out of my wife’s pussy. She also likes to lick my balls and dick while I’m doing it. So, on one particular day, she claimed she couldn’t hold her breath that long and demanded we move to higher ground. we did and moved to the side of the pool. All of us were too heated and horny to note what was happening in the park.

Still, we might have gotten away with it, but Heidi is not only visual, she’s very vocal. I had finished my wife Gretchen and was fucking Heidi for all it was worth. She started fucking me back, her hips bucking and grinding into me. I delivered a load of cum in her tight kartal escort cunt, groaning as quietly as I could. Heidi couldn’t. When she felt my dick spasm inside her–knowing that my hot cum was filling her pussy–she went wild. Heidi thrashed and grabbed my ass, pulling me all the way into her. Gretchen was underneath us, dutifully sucking Heidi’s clit, and she gushed all over my wife’s face.

Then came the screaming. Heidi shrieked as she came, attracting the attention of all the spectators–and players–attending the little league soccer game. While some were appreciative of our efforts, a few got on their cellphones and called the cops.

We’d guessed that might happen and ran into the house to get dressed. Heidi had a different idea.

We’ve equipped a few room in our house with small, unobtrusive cameras. When we have parties, I record a lot of the goings on, then make copies for our guests. Since we only have our group fuckfests once or twice a month, it helps folks get through the dry periods if they can watch the videos. I know I enjoy watching them when my wife is gone on assignment for a few days. It sure as hell is better than reading the newspaper’sladies underwear ads while I beat my meat.

…And the cameras were part of the plan. Heidi and my wife didn’t dress. Instead, they sent me off to my home office where I had all my video controls and recorders set up. I’d no sooner arrived when the doorbell rang. I switched the monitor to the front door camera and watched as Gretchen opened it–stark naked. I chuckled at the look on the two burly cops’ faces.

You have to understand something. Gretchen makes a living modeling. Heidi is no slouch and could probably do the same, but she doesn’t. Instead, she spends her days writing porn and fucking. She cyberfucks on the computer. She fucks herself. She fucks various vegetables from their refrigerator. She fucks the neighbors–both wives and husbands. And, according to her husband, this is all foreplay. At night, when he comes home and the kid’s in bed, she fucks his brains out. The woman is insatiable.

My wife, on the other hand, has a shy streak. Don’t get me wrong. Most of the time, she’s almost as horny as Heidi. I’ve seen her with a dick pumping into her pussy and another grinding into her tight ass. While this is happening, more often than not, she has a third dick in her mouth and one in each hand. It’s a game, she told me once–grinning–to see if she can make all of the men cum at once.

…And there’s one more dick involved–mine. When I hear all of those men groan simultaneously, it’s more than I can take. I see the cum squirting out of her ass and pussy. There’s more dribbles down her chin. The dicks in her hands start shooting their load all over her tits and face. It usually takes me only two or three strokes to add my load to her cum soaked body.

Even though my wife enjoys being the guest of honor at a gang bang, she’s prone to blushing and easily embarrassed in front of people she doesn’t know. I looked closely as she displayed her magnificent body to the two strangers, and I could see my wife getting red.

So, it didn’t surprise me when Heidi took over handling the cops. Making no move to cover herself, she took a few steps closer and stood in front of Gretchen. Then she looked up that the larger of the two policemen and smiled. “Yes, officer? Is there a problem?”

The other cop spoke first. “You ladies need to put on some clothes.”

Heidi turned to him, planted her feet about two feet apart and put her hands on her hips. “Why, officer? You don’t like what you see?”

The first cop answered. “We like it fine, ma’am, but we’re here on business. …There’s been a complaint.”

Gretchen grinned. “Well, you’d better some in so we can close the door. We don’t want the whole neighborhood seeing us naked and filing complaints… do we?”

The cops moved into the foyer. Gretchen moved around them to shut the door. As she did, she was very careful to rub up against one of the cops. I saw him stare down at her. She saw it too, and reached up to play with a nipple.

Heidi pointed down the short hallway. “Officers? Why don’t we go into the TV room.” She licked her lips. “We can get comfortable while we talk about this complaint.” I switched cameras on my console to monitor the TV room.

After they arrived, it was Gretchen’s turn. “Who made this complaint? Some asshole who doesn’t think two women should be eating each other? Probably a man. Some guys think women always need to have a dick in them to get off. …Not true.” She smiled and stroked Heidi’s blond hair. “I get off with both men and women. Women, mostly. A lot of men haven’t read the operating instructions on their equipment.” For emphasis, she put one hand over her crotch and gave herself a few strokes.

“Ma’am, bayrampaşa escort it was the parents out there in the park. They said you were having some sort of orgy by your pool. They say the kids were watching too. That makes this a more serious offense. If they press charges, you both could be doing time. …And where’s the guy? They said a man was involved.”

Heidi grinned. “No guy. …That’s the problem, officer. Our husbands are away. We’re both horny as hell. We went skinny dipping–the two of us–and one thing led to another. …I’m sorry we got carried away.” She stepped closer to the larger cop. “Is there something we can do to, uh, correct the situation?”

The large cop was speechless. His partner wasn’t. “I suppose we should hear your side of the story. Maybe it wasn’t lewd conduct at all. What were you two doing?”

Heidi and Gretchen both grinned. My wife got down on the floor on her back. Heidi knelt beside her and started licking Gretchen’s tits. I watched a nipple disappear into Heidi’s mouth and knew she was swirling her tongue around it. My wife was beginning to moan. Then she gently removed our neighbor’s lips and squirmed down until she could put one’s of Heidi’s nipples in her own mouth, returning the favor.

I watched the cops. They were getting into it, particularly when the two women shifted into a 69 position and started eating each other. Heidi was winning. She had my wife’s clit in her mouth and was sucking it. When she shifted her mouth and started darting her tongue in and out of my wife’s pussy, you could see the engorged clit standing proudly, a lone sentry guarding her cunt. I could see it, and so could the cops. The taller one was rubbing his crotch. The other one just stared.

Heidi took a break and looked up at the men. “Would one of you let me use your nightstick?” Both cops began fumbling rapidly, but the shorter cop won. He handed his nightstick to Heidi, and she thanked him. The she took the large end and started easing it into Gretchen’s pussy. My wife squirmed and spread her legs to accomodate it.

She got about six inches into my wife before she started pumping it in and out. Gretchen was moaning and both cops were now stroking themselves through their uniform pants. Suddenly, Heidi spun around and assumed a ‘pussy-faces-pussy’ position. When she moved the other end of the nightstick into her own cunt, I started stroking myself–furiously.

Heidi inched toward Gretchen. The both had about six inches of nightstick when Heidi began sliding it back and forth. She inched closer. When the nightstick was thrusting into Gretchen, it was withdrawing from Heidi. When Heidi was being pounded, it was moving out of Gretchen. Soon, my wife’s hand joined Heidi’s on the nightstick, and it became a group effort.

Even in the dim light, I could see the nightstick glistening with cum. My wife had her eyes closed and began bucking, trying to take more of the large end into her. Her bucking caused the nightstick to jolt around in Heidi’s pussy. She started moaning and moving it fast. By this time, the cops had unzipped their pants and were doing their own jolting.

Heidi saw that and got Gretchen’s attention, pointing at them. “Look, honey, the cavalry has arrived.” Both women repositioned themselves on all fours. One of the cops started to take of his belt and pants, but Heidi stopped him. “No. Don’t. We’re the bad girls here, the criminals. I want you wearing that uniform when you punish me. …It’s your duty, officers. Get down here and fuck us. Hard. Give us as much punishment as the law allows.” She and Gretchen braced themselves and waited.

The two cops lowered and positioned themselves behind Heidi and my wife. Both were big men, in more ways than one. The shorter cop had about nine inches to donate. The other one’s dick was shorter, but it made up for that by being somewhat thicker. He grabbed my Gretchen’s hips and drove it into her pussy.

I’d seen it before at our parties. My wife and neighbor were on their hands and knees, side by side, being fucked. This, however, was more of a turn-on. The cops were still in uniform, and as they slammed in and out of the women, I could hear the leather creaking and their skin sliding within the heavy uniforms.

It wasn’t hard to fantasize that this was some kind of cop and convict sex. The police had caught a pair of felons and were making them pay. Maybe they’d just busted two whores and worked out a way to let them stay on the street. I was really getting turned on while I watched.

Gretchen came first. She screamed and smashed her bare ass into the officer’s dick. I saw a stain spreading on his pants as her cum dribbled out of her pussy and down his legs. Having been there myself, I knew she was squeezing the cop’s dick and milking merter escort it. I was right. He yelled and tried to pull out. She reached around and grabbed his ass, holding him deep inside her. “Fuck me, officer. I’ve been a bad, dirty girl. Fill my cunt with your cum.” And he did. Even on the TV, I saw his spunk squirt out around his dick as he continued to thrust into my wife. The spunk dribbled down her ass and mixed with her cum on his pants.

Heidi was not to be outdone. “Punish me, officer! Stick it in my ass. Make it hurt!” He did, and I could see he wasn’t that far from exploding. I wasn’t paying much attention to him, however. I was watching Heidi. She’d grabbed the nightstick and was feeding it into her cunt. I knew what the officer was going through. There’s nothing like the feeling of a second dick pumping in and out of the same woman. It makes no difference whether your dick is in the woman’s pussy or ass. The feeling of another dick slamming into the woman along with yours is exquisite. I groaned and came, shooting wad after wad onto the TV screen. The cop’s ass bunched, and I saw him pushing hard into Heidi’s ass and holding it there. He was cumming too.

The women told the men to lie on their backs. They did. The two switched partners and began cleaning the cops’ dicks. They seemed to have practiced doing this together, because both heads bobbed up and down in unison. Each woman was able to take all of the dick in her mouth. Each woman paused as they did, and–in my mind–I could feel their tongue swirling around the shaft before their lips slipped back up to the head. My imagination was making me hard again, and I wasn’t alone.

The cops’ dicks were stiff and throbbing. The women–as one–scrambled up and straddled them. As I watched, they lowered themselves and two dripping pussies engulfed two stiff cocks. Heidi grinned. “You have the right to be fucked. Anything that you show that can be fucked, will be fucked….”

Gretchen picked it up. “You have the right to have a woman present when you fuck. If you cannot afford a woman, one will be provided. Free of charge.” She giggled. “Do you understand these rights, officer?”

Gretchen’s officer tried to respond, but only guttural sounds came out when he opened his mouth. Heidi asked her cop the same question. As she did so, she clamped down those magical vaginal muscles of hers and began pumping his dick. He opened his mouth and had only one thing to say. “I’m cumming.”

Heidi jumped off, twisted, and put the cop’s dick in her mouth. She grabbed the shaft and began sliding her hands up and down it. The officer’s hips raised off the rug, and he groaned. I watched her cheeks sink in as she sucked. Then she grabbed his balls in one hand and stuck a finger on her other hand into the cop’s ass. That was all it took. He grabbed her head and began fucking her face. Within seconds, my beautiful neighbor had cop cum running out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

That gave the other officer ideas. He rolled my wife to her back and scooted his body up until his dick was in her mouth. He wasn’t gentle when he started fucking her face. He began slamming his dick down Gretchen’s throat, all the way. He’d pull out for a split second, then ram it home again. I could see she was having trouble breathing and was about to go to the TV room when I saw her eyes look at the camera. She held up her hand.

My wife did the unexpected. She grabbed the nightstick that was still lying on the floor between the women. Then she shoved it–violently–into the cop’s ass. He bellowed in pain, but that’s what he needed. When he pulled his dick out of my wife’s mouth, I saw it was full of the cop’s white cum. She looked into his eyes, smiled, and swallowed.

After a few minutes, both cops had zipped and adjusted themselves. They traded nightsticks because the shorter cop didn’t want to be carrying one that had been in his partner’s ass. Finally, they looked sternly at the women. “We’ll let it go this time with a warning. …But we’re going to be watching you two, and we’ll be checking up on you from time to time.

Heidi grinned. “When our husband’s are away and we’re horny, I hope.”

The larger cop smiled, fished in his pocket, and handed Heidi a business card. “We’re here to protect and serve, ma’am…” He emphasized the word ‘serve’. “So if you two do have a problem, just call….”

Gretchen smiled. “And if only one of us has a problem, you’ll both come?” She laughed at her play on words.

The cops looked at each other, and I could see they were having second thoughts about leaving. One started to answer my wife, but was interrupted by his radio. The dispatcher wanted a disposition on the case and had another call for them. He answered, saying the situation had been resolved. There would be no arrests.

“Ten-four one Charlie three. See the man at one eight four west Elm. There’s a stray dog in his yard. His wife says the dog has him cornered and won’t let him move.”

The cop grinned and looked at his partner. “Looks like we’ve got another bitch in heat.”

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Candace and the Frat Boys (Chapter 9)

Kathryn M. Burke

By Saturday night, Richard had become thoroughly familiar—physically and otherwise—with the three women in the house. It was after dinner that Josh had a tête-à-tête with him, and then with Julie. This youngest member of the household felt a little shudder of anticipatory excitement run through her—for Josh, bless his heart, now felt able to fulfill her long-held wish for a threesome. And she couldn’t imagine two men more appealing to her for the purpose.

Later that evening the three of them walked upstairs like pilgrims going to Mecca. Candace had generously given them permission to use her bedroom, as the king-size bed would come in handy for the succession of copulations that were being planned. When the two men stripped quickly, Julie’s eyes widened as she gazed at their burgeoning members—Josh’s thick and substantial eight inches, and Richard’s slightly thinner organ but a full nine inches in length. Could she really both of these massive things into herself, wherever they might want to go? Well, there was only one way to find out!

She dropped to her knees and nurtured both cocks with her mouth as the men stood with feet firmly planted on the floor next to the bed. Then they made Julie stand up and pressed up against her, front and back, as a kind of foretaste of the intertwining of bodies that was so imminent. Then they got into position.

This first episode started with Josh lying flat on his back. Julie clambered up to the bed and squatted over his member, then plunged it into her pussy. Richard then stood up on the bed, towering over the two of them; but his cock was just at the level of Julie’s mouth, and she engulfed as much of it as she could while beginning to ride Josh lustily.

Josh reached up to grasp one of her breasts while Richard reached down to take hold of the other. Josh didn’t neglect her bottom either, using his other hand to stroke and squeeze it as she bounced up and down on his cock. It was soon glistening with Julie’s own juices, as she already felt more excited than she ever had in her short career as a sexually active woman. Richard gently placed a hand on the back of Julie’s head as he encouraged her to take more and more of his member into her mouth. She managed about six or seven inches before gagging, some spittle dripping out of her mouth as she was forced to pull back.

But she soon resumed, licking and sucking it and also giving a lot of attention to his large sac of testicles while continuing to force Josh’s cock deep into herself. Slapping sounds could be heard as her sex came into contact with his groin, and the payoff couldn’t be far off. Josh came first, groaning like a wild boar as she shot his seed into her. His climax seemed to induce Richard to send his emission into Julie’s mouth, and she swallowed every drop.

She herself had come achingly close to orgasm but hadn’t quite pulled it off. The men couldn’t allow that situation to stand, so they encouraged her to lie on her back while they focused on her needs. The men lay on either side of her, Josh bringing a hand down to stroke her damp pussy while Richard tenderly kissed her and squeezed her breasts. In minutes she was experiencing a shuddery orgasm that made her thrash on the bed shamelessly.

After a suitable period of recovery for all three of them, they now decided that the ultimate in double penetration was at hand.

This time, the men had Julie lie on her side, Richard in front, Josh in back. Richard, gazing directly into Julie’s eyes, directed his cock into her vagina—deeper and deeper until it had almost entirely disappeared into her cleft. Once he was in place, Josh—having lubricated her ahead of time—carefully inserted his member into her anus. His slow, steady progress inside her, while Richard was thrusting more and more forcefully, rendered Julie almost comatose.

This was the culmination of months of fantasizing, and now the reality was even more spectacular than the fantasy! There was an overwhelming sense of filling that almost rendered her unconscious; and because the men’s separate pumping wasn’t very well synchronized, she felt acutely each one’s penetration into her vitals in a way that a single man’s entry into her never could. She languished in delicious helplessness, throwing her arms around Richard’s neck and receiving his kisses on her face, neck, and shoulders. She would have pressed her breasts against his chest, but Josh had reached around her and seized them with eager hands. But while she seemed utterly at the mercy of these two men, she also felt a sense of pride and power at her ability to satisfy them both at the same time. What man could possibly do that to two women?

Richard now slid a hand down to her sex, stroking her labia and clitoris while continuing to pound her. A sudden climax unexpectedly washed over her, but the men were far from finished; and the sensation of having an orgasm while not one but two guys were pounding kadıköy escort her was in her mind close to the pinnacle of physical and spiritual ecstasy.

When they did come, almost simultaneously, she felt every drop of their separate bestowals of their most precious substance as they filled her two cavities to overflowing. And they remained buried in her, motionless like some obscene tableau vivant. Only after minutes did they disentangle themselves, and the feeling of emptiness that Julie felt was so devastating that she came close to bursting into tears.

But the men didn’t allow her to feel any letdown, for they made sure to devote tender attention to her while they all recovered for what they knew would be yet another round. In the course of their devotions, the men managed to coax yet another orgasm out of her, as Richard fixed his mouth on her dripping sex, lapping up the mingled juices of all three of them while Josh pasted Julie’s mouth with a long, lingering kiss.

Their third copulation took form spontaneously. Josh and Julie got into sixty-nine position, and as she gobbled up his cock and he fastened his lips to her pussy, Richard squatted behind her and stuffed his cock into her bottom. Josh was fascinated to get a look at this anal penetration of his sweetheart only inches from his face, while Julie sucked Josh’s cock with such gusto that he flooded her mouth with his seed well before Richard was finished. She held the hot, salty, viscous fluid in her mouth as long as she could before it slid down her throat—and just then Richard sent his third discharge into her anus.

Everyone agreed it was now time to sleep. But they weren’t quite done yet. The men got on either side of her, each of them fixing their mouths on a breast. Julie, like a young Madonna, stroked the back of their heads as if delivering much-needed nourishment to these lusty men. Her face had taken on a dazed, glassy-eyed look: she had attained, for the first time, that rarest of states that a woman can achieve, experiencing a constant low-grade climax that felt like a mild electric shock proceeding from her clitoris and coursing through her entire frame, going on and on and on without any actual stimulation of her sex. At some point all three of them fell asleep, the men with their lips still glued to her nipples.

Julie was the last one down to breakfast the next morning, where a big Sunday breakfast was already underway. The others were mildly surprised when Julie walked in naked—but after what she had gone through the night before, clothes seemed almost sacrilegious. She had deliberately neglected to wash herself, and everyone could detect fluids leaking out of her various orifices. Candace looked her up and down and smiled genially.

“Had a nice time, dear?” she said.

As if stating a theorem that would revolutionize human knowledge, Julie said, “That was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.”

She went up to her two men, kissed them both on the mouth, and sat down at her place at the table. Suddenly she cracked a broad smile and said, “I’m starving! Where’s breakfast?”

*

Josh really didn’t know what he was doing at this place.

He had made the long trek to the central Massachusetts town of Athol, where he hoped to find the man he was looking for. It had taken numerous Google searches to identify the person in question, but even so he wasn’t certain he had found the right man.

After all, Curtis Mayhew wasn’t an entirely uncommon name.

And if he didn’t quite know who he was looking for, he was even less certain why he was looking for him.

All he could conclude was that in some obscure way Mona’s life was not really complete until she had made peace with her fleeting lover of forty-five years before, and he with her.

It was already mid-evening, and Josh was encouraged by the fact that lights were on in the little house—really, not much more than a cottage—he was standing in front of. He had little idea of what Curtis Mayhew was now doing, although it appeared he had spent most of his career as an insurance salesman. Was he retired? Was he still practicing his old business or had he shifted—at sixty-six years of age—to some other occupation to fill up his later years?

When he knocked on the door, it took the occupant a while to open it. Perhaps he didn’t get many visitors.

What Josh saw startled him. Omigod, I’ve seen this guy before—sort of. It took him only a few seconds to decide: Jesus, he looks an awful lot like Candace—and Julie.

The man was pretty good-looking: about five feet ten inches tall, slim and wiry, with thin graying hair surmounting a face that was a bit weathered—whether from a lot of outdoor exercise or hard living, Josh couldn’t say. But his first impression of Curtis was a positive one.

Curtis was gazing, in a not entirely friendly manner, at the young man in front of him. Grudgingly he said, “May I help you?”

Josh had to swallow before he could speak. ümraniye escort “Um, you don’t know me, but—”

At this point Curtis, with an annoyed look, was on the verge of shutting the door. Maybe he thought Josh a solicitor, a political activist, or some other such nuisance. That’s why Josh quickly said:

“But I think you know a woman named Mona Sterling.”

The reaction Josh received to these words was not at all what he was expecting. Curtis staggered as if punched in the stomach, having to hold onto the door to prevent himself from falling on a heap to the floor. His face broke into a painful grimace, and Josh was unnerved at the prospect that this man whom he hardly knew would start crying in front of him.

“What did you say?” Curtis croaked.

“Mona Sterling,” Josh repeated. “I can’t remember her maiden name, but she married Frank Sterling. He was your friend, wasn’t he?”

“Who—who are you?”

“I’m the boyfriend of Mona’s granddaughter, Julie. I—I know Mona’s daughter, Candace, too.” This had struck Josh as the safest story to tell for the time being.

“Jesus,” Curtis said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’d better come in.”

The house was pretty small, but cozy and comfortable. It was so thoroughly masculine—entirely devoid of the delicate little touches that only a feminine hand can provide—that Josh wondered whether Curtis had ever married, or whether this was just a home chosen for his retirement after any women in his life had come and gone.

Curtis directed him to the sofa in the living room, while he sat on an easy chair nearby. Almost immediately he jumped up, saying, “You want a drink?” He peered intently at Josh. “Are you old enough to drink?”

“Just barely,” Josh said with a smile. “A beer would be great.”

“Okay,” Curtis said, heading to the kitchen. “I may get something stronger.”

True to his word, he came back and tossed a bottle of cold beer in Josh’s general direction while hastening to the sideboard and pouring himself a generous helping of single-malt Scotch. After he fell heavily into his easy chair, he said: “You’d better tell me why you’re here. Surely Mona didn’t send you.”

“Well, no,” Josh said sheepishly. “She doesn’t even know I’m here.”

“How’d you find me?”

“It’s pretty amazing what’s available on the Internet these days.”

Curtis grimaced. “Yeah, I bet it is.”

“Listen!” Josh said with sudden intensity. “You gotta know certain things. You obviously must know that Frank married Mona soon after you guys graduated. Did you attend the wedding?”

“Grudgingly.”

“You—you wanted her?”

Curtis leaped up from his chair as if he’d been electrocuted. “Wanted her?” he cried, starting to pace about the room. “God, man, I loved her! Maybe you think that’s ridiculous—I only knew her for a few months, although I think I got to know her pretty well then.” He eyed Josh out of the corner of his eye, wondering exactly how much he knew. “She—she was just the most incredible woman I’ve met in my whole life.”

“Her daughter and granddaughter are pretty wonderful too.”

“I bet they are. I don’t know what Mona has told you about me—what I was like back then.”

“Well, she seems to have thought you were rather keen on the ladies.”

“Yeah, I figured she’d have said something like that. Okay, fine—I was. I grew up in a real repressive household, where any mention of sex was strictly verboten. Man, it was so unnatural! So you can imagine that by the time I got to college, when I was on my own for the first time, I just thought all these college girls were just about the loveliest creatures I’d ever seen. All of them!”

“I know what you mean.”

“But if Mona thinks I just went around trying to—you know, get them to bed, that wasn’t true! The fact is that I actually fell for a lot of these girls—I mean, emotionally. With almost every one of them I fantasized what it might be like to settle down with them, live with them, have a family with them, things like that.”

“Mona said you’d had, um, dozens, maybe hundreds—”

Curtis cracked a smile out of the side of his mouth. “Oh, she said that, eh? Well, that was a total lie. Not completely, but I exaggerated quite a bit. I wanted everyone to think I was this Don Juan kind of guy. Maybe I ended up sleeping with ten or fifteen girls—that’s about it.”

“That’s still a fair number. More than I’ve done.”

“Well, sure. But by the time senior year came around, I think I got some better perspective on the kind of girl I wanted. And, God help me”—he suddenly choked up—”Mona was it!”

Curtis flopped back down into his chair, covering his face with his hands. He seemed to be sobbing quietly. Josh, acutely uncomfortable at this display of raw emotion from a man he hardly knew, didn’t quite know what to say. But he felt compelled at least to allude to the subject at hand.

“You and Frank and Mona . . . spring break . . .”

Curtis parted his hands to cast a startled maltepe escort glance at Josh. “She—she didn’t tell you about that, did she?”

“Yes, she did.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he said in a hollow voice. “What you must think of me—of us!”

“Hey, I’m not here to pass judgment.” You can’t imagine what goes on in our house, guy.

“Those sessions,” Curtis said reflectively, “were some of the most poignant moments of my whole life. I’ll never forget them. How could I? In many ways I’ve never put them behind me.”

Josh didn’t feel it was his place to speak plainly of what he felt was the upshot of those “sessions.” So he said: “I guess Mona had to choose between you and Frank.”

Curtis laughed derisively. “There was no choice—especially after she got pregnant. I knew she was going to pick him. And she should have. She was in love in Frank, and they made a great couple. I knew she had a low opinion of me, maybe because of my big mouth and my fabricated tales of female conquests. I don’t think she even liked me very much.”

“I think you’re wrong about that.”

“Well, anyway, it was clear she would marry Frank. And I was happy for them. But I won’t lie to you: it was really painful watching them tie the knot, so I felt I had to get out of their lives and leave them alone. Anyway, being a third wheel didn’t suit me very well.”

“You must know what happened to them?”

“Not really. I told you, I pretty much cut all ties with them.”

“Well, they had a daughter, Candace, and they were apparently happily married for more than forty years.”

“That’s great,” Curtis said sincerely. “I’m really glad for them.”

“But Frank died about three years ago.”

“Yeah, I heard. I think I read about it in the alumni newsletter. But I didn’t feel right about sending Mona a sympathy card or anything like that—I’d been out of touch with them for so long. Anyway, I didn’t know how to reach her.”

“So what happened to you?” Josh said. “I mean, in your personal life.”

That crooked smile again. “I married three times, and divorced three times.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Oh, it wasn’t so bad. I had some pretty good years with these ladies. Maybe I married some of them in haste, but they were fine women.”

“Did you . . .?” Josh began.

“Did I what?”

“Man, I don’t know how to say this—and, in fact, it’s none of my business.” Josh looked around the room as if looking for inspiration. “You know, Mona said one of the reasons she chose Frank was that she thought you might, um, not be faithful.”

“Well,” Curtis said with self-disgust, “there was probably every reason why she should have thought that.”

“So . . .?”

“Oh, are you asking me if I cheated on my wives? No! No, I didn’t! I may have done other bad things, but nothing like that. We basically broke up because of temperamental differences.”

“Any children?”

“No. I guess I was too selfish for that.”

After a silence, Josh said: “Mona wants to see you again.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Curtis said flatly.

“I bet she does,” Josh said with emphasis. He of course didn’t know, but he thought it was a good guess.

“I just don’t believe it.”

Even more intensely, Josh said, “Curtis, I really, really think you should see her again. I can’t say more than that.”

Curtis squinted suspiciously at his visitor. “What are you getting at?”

“I can’t tell you. But I think it’s super-important that you touch base with her.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

Curtis heaved a sigh. “Okay, maybe. I just hope to heaven you know what you’re talking about.”

*

Mona, it need hardly be said, wasn’t pleased that Josh had ferreted out Curtis Mayhew and all but invited him to come over and renew his acquaintance with her after forty-five years. It was not her way to get angry or fly into a tantrum; but her face became suffused with color and she gave Josh a flinty glance as she said, “You oughtn’t to have done that, Josh.”

“Mona, dearest,” Josh pleaded, “I really think it would be good for you to see him—just get back in touch. You don’t have to be friends with him, or anything like that.”

“Do you really think anything will come of it?” she said, still sounding hostile.

“I don’t know. But it might help clear the air, you know? He said he could come by this weekend.”

“He’s going to stay here? In the house?” she said in alarm.

“No, no, he’s staying at a hotel nearby.”

Mona spun around in her bedroom, like a tigress on the prowl. She held her hands tightly around her chest—which had the effect of causing those incredible breasts of hers to rise up and swell. “I think this may be a mistake.”

“God knows it could be,” Josh admitted. “But I have a feeling something good might come of it.”

Everyone in the house was on tenterhooks about Curtis’s arrival. All they knew was that Curtis was “an old friend” of Mona’s from college days, and some of them could read between the lines as to what that might have meant. Of course, the idea that Mona could have been a wild young thing in those far-off days struck them as ludicrous—but Candace, for one, had begun to have doubts about what kind of person her mother had been four decades ago.

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“How’d you get in here?” Mr. Pierce angrily demanded. “My office is always locked. This is an invasion of privacy.”

Holding up a skeleton key she’d recently bought, Candice retorted, “So is filming girls showering.”

“I see,” he said as he sat on his chair, with overwhelming shame smeared all over his face. He just sat there, speechless.

“I personally don’t mind that you filmed me, sir,” Camilla said. “I’m just like that: an exhibitionist.”

“I’m not too upset about myself being filmed, either,” Candice said. “If you’d stopped with us, we’d have probably arranged a threesome with you, since frankly, we think you’re kinda hot-looking.”

“We don’t mind ’cause we’re both eighteen,” Camilla added. “But you filmed naked 17-, 16-, 15-, and even 14-year-old girls in the shower room. How could you violate their trust like that? You’re our gym teacher.” Pierce was visibly shaking from these words.

“A lot of teenage girls are sexually mature for their age these days, like us,” Candice said. “But a lot of the girls in our school, especially the freshmen, are sweet, fragile, and innocent. How could you?”

“And why would you keep all the incriminating evidence here, where people could find it?” Camilla asked.

“Because part of me wanted to be caught!” he finally said, breaking out in sobs. “You don’t know how conflicted…how ashamed…I am about this.”

“You should be ashamed,” Candice scolded. “It’s pedophilia.”

“It’s ephebophilia, and there’s a difference!” he shouted in angry sobs. “I’m not into children at all; my weakness is for older teenage girls.”

“It’s still wrong,” Camilla said.

“It’s still sick,” Candice added.

“Yes, you’re right,” he wept. “Thank you for stopping me. I’ve sinned. I try to be a good Christian, and I keep failing. It’s an addiction that I can’t stop…I try and I try. If you want to involve the police, I won’t stop you. I deserve to be punished, and only punishment will stop me. God help me…I’m so ashamed of myself.” He buried his face in his hands and kept crying loudly.

Camilla and Candice began to be touched by what must have been sincere remorse. If this repentance was fake, Mr. Pierce deserved an Oscar for so convincing a performance. Indeed, he knew there was no way even the best acting could get him out of this: he saw no escape from prison time and a ruined career as a teacher. The girls also remembered confirmed stories they’d heard of him regularly attending Mass and tearfully praying while kneeling on his pew. He clearly wanted to be redeemed and purged of his forbidden desires.

“So, you’re only hot for older teenagers, right?” avcılar escort Candice asked in a more subdued tone. “No younger than 14?”

“I don’t even like them that young, actually,” he said, wiping the tears off his face. “I know you saw a few ‘Grade 9’ DVDs, but I watched each of them only once–honestly. I know that’s still once too many times, but my point is I didn’t get excited at all. The same is true of the ‘Grade 10’ and ‘Grade 11’ DVDs, for the most part. Only the ‘Grade 12’ DVDs, especially those with you in them, really got me hot…sorry. Still, what I did was wrong; I’m not trying to excuse myself–just mitigate my sin a bit, if at all possible.”

The girls looked carefully in his eyes: was he only trying to win their sympathy and escape punishment? They saw no cunning, hypocrisy, or deceit in his still-fearful face; indeed, he was a male Mary Magdalene with his teary eyes and guilty expression. The girls were softening in their judgment of him.

“Well, it’s quite common for men to think some 17-year-old girls are hot, sometimes,” Camilla said. “It’s wrong, but I wouldn’t call it sick.”

“Don’t excuse me!” he said fearfully. “I’m afraid I’ll get into this filth again. Stop me from filming anymore. Have me arrested and fired.” He was still shaking.

“Oh, we will stop you from filming, all right,” Candice said. “We’re confiscating all your DVDs.”

“Good,” he said. “I have a few at home. I’ll give them to you today, as soon as I can.”

“You’re also getting those cameras out of the shower walls,” Camilla said.

“Yes, right now. Let’s go,” he said nervously, and he quickly led the girls to where he’d hidden the cameras. He removed all of them from their hiding places and smashed them on the ground, right in front of the girls. Camilla and Candice were impressed and amazed at how resolute Mr. Pierce was in his repentance. Their initial disgust at his lechery changed into pity for him and his compulsive desires. “Ever since my wife died two years ago,” he said, “I’ve been a mess.” That he was a recent widower, and had been an emotional wreck for a whole year, was well-known all over the school. Both girls were moved by the pain they saw in his eyes. He wasn’t a pig; he was human, struggling and falling.

As they returned to his office, he said, “Okay. I guess it’s time you told the principal and called the police.”

Camilla, closing and locking the office door, said, “Maybe that won’t be necessary.”

“What?” he said fearfully. “You can’t let me off easily. I could do it again.”

“Do you promise never to do that again?” Candice asked.

“Of course I’ll never mecidiyeköy escort do it again,” he insisted. “I don’t need to promise; I’ll be fired and arrested. Still, I promise, never again, for the good of my soul.”

“Swear to God, Mary, and the saints,” Camilla said.

“I swear, in Jesus’ name, I’ll never lust after underage girls again,” he said in a trembling voice.

“We will check a couple of times every week to make sure no new cameras are put in those holes,” Candice said, looking firmly in his eyes.

“Sure, but you won’t need to,” he said. “I’ll be in jail.” He was confused at their meaning.

“And we’ll check in your office for any DVDs that need to be confiscated,” Camilla added.

“I’ll give you all of them right now, if you like,” he said. “We’ll just go to my home and get them; you driving, of course.”

“We’ll do that soon enough,” Candice said, and grabbed his head; she shoved her tongue in his mouth. He yelped in shock at her sudden move. She pulled her tongue out of his mouth and licked his face several times.

“What are you doing?” he asked, shocked and excited at the same time.

“Call it ironic punishment,” Candice said while nibbling on his neck. “You want sexy teenage girls, you got ’em. With a catch, though: you have to service us.” She started licking and blowing in his ear.

Camilla started undressing while Candice stroked his crotch. Though an erection was growing there, his whole body shook with fear. What were these crazy girls doing? he thought. Didn’t they despise him? Didn’t they think he was a pervert? Were they mocking him and his shame?

Now nude, Camilla started undressing Candice as Candice unzipped his pants and pulled out his almost fully-erect penis. Candice wanted to kiss all the pain and loneliness out this wretched widower, but she would also use sex to put him in a submissive role to remind him of his shame, and to ensure he would be deterred from ever filming underage girls again. The three lovers lay on the floor. Candice, now with only her blouse and bra on, briefly masturbated him to get his phallus fully erect, then she guided it into her vagina. She moaned as she felt it slowly slide deep inside. Camilla then removed Candice’s blouse and bra, and pinched Candice’s nipples. Candice squealed with pleasure.

Mr. Pierce lay on his back with Candice riding on him in the cowgirl position. Camilla sat on his face with her buttocks opened so he could tongue both her vulva and anus. Her anus rested against his nose, caressing it, while his tongue went as deep inside her vagina as he could stretch it. He would go back and forth ataşehir escort between licking her genitals and anus. Facing each other, the girls could kiss, suck on and fondle each other’s breasts while Pierce brought them closer and closer to orgasm.

He was discomfited and addled by the conflicting emotions he was feeling. On the one side, he still felt shame and terror from being caught, and still sensed the danger of being arrested, as well as the danger of falling back into his goatish ways if he was forgiven; on the other side, he was exhilarated at getting lucky with the two girls he lusted after the most. Paradoxically, they were simultaneously pleasing him and punishing him. With Camilla’s buttocks wrapped around his face, he couldn’t see the beautiful nude girls who were both satisfying him and dominating him.

The two ‘tops’, however, were enjoying themselves without inhibitions of any kind. Mr. Pierce’s phallus, as petrified as he was emotionally, was a perfect fit for Candice, who joyfully went up and down on it, and his frantically busy tongue vibrated against Camilla’s vulva and anus in a way that made those two holes seem like the only parts of her whole body, so intense was their stimulation. Still, other areas were stimulated, too: Camilla squealed as Candice squeezed Camilla’s breasts and pinched the nipples; Camilla returned the favour by sucking on Candice’s breasts and tickling the nipples with her tongue.

Finally, after fingering Camilla’s A-spot–a depth that drove her wild–he unwittingly made her orgasm on his face: he almost drowned, it seemed. Candice climaxed shortly afterward, and the girls got up to put their clothes on. Pierce, in a state of shock, put his penis back in his pants and zipped them up. This had been the most thrilling, and the most frightening, day of his life.

He used the Kleenex on his desk to clean Camilla’s come off her vulva and his face (it had previously been used for his masturbating). Some come got on her feet: she had him kneel down and wipe them clean, too. When the girls were fully dressed, Candice said, “Let’s go to your home now and get those remaining DVDs.”

“Yes,” he said. “And the police?”

“Forget about it,” Camilla said. “As long as you stay good, you’re forgiven.”

“We’ll check every few days to make sure you stay good,” Candice said. “We’ll check the holes in the shower room regularly for new cameras, and we’ll check your office for any DVDs you may have not given us today. Each time we’re done with our checks, we’ll come in here with you and you’ll perform your sexual penance with us. What do you think, Camilla? Should we start wearing black leather and buy some whips and chains?” The girls laughed; Pierce found the idea titillating.

The three of them left the office. Ms. Callahan, hidden, heard the whole sexual encounter.

“So that slut has Candice mixed up in all of this now,” she said to herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, John, how’s the sex?”

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

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

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

“Uh, it’s, uh, good.”

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

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

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

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

John blacked out. He dreamed about sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait… how long was I out?”

“About two and a half days.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This I could get used to,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-Taylor VanCannon

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

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

Jake smiled, and leaned in to kiss her.

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

He scowled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmm,” she cooed. “Sounds… nasty.”

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

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

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

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

He licked his lips as he began to pant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

Jake poured her a cup of freshly brewed campfire coffee.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s single, right?”

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

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

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

“Younger?”

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

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

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

“Sure,” he said, holding out his cup.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does it feel good?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He groaned.

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

His body tensed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Confused, he looked to Mai for help.

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

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

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

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

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

Jake was still skeptical.

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

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

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

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

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

Mai’s eyes grew wide and she blushed.

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

“Okay,” Mai said, “what size shoe?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He turned to Mai, questioning her with his eyes.

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

“Family business?”

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

“And now?”

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

“So… what kind of massages?”

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

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

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

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

Trinh volunteered, “You get to pick.”

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

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

Phung frowned. “That extra!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 1: Taking The Strain

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hiya, Zoe.”

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

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

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

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

“Good. Should be a good game.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lick my balls, Sal,” demanded Paul.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oakdale 0 Everton 0

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sir?” Noah asked you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cunt or ass?” You asked.

Noah grabbed the lotion and said, “Ass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You guided me down towards you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 1 — My first threesome

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich again called through the door, “Nina?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was going to be an interesting night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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