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Jamie, Yvonne, Sarah, and David, Ch. 02

Erotic outtakes from another story. New hope?

Michael142

From Chapter 01:

I looked at my ex-wife (soon to be, anyway) as she stood. We looked at each other for several seconds, then she slowly approached me to put her arms around me. I pushed her back, but relented just enough to let her cry on my shoulder, and I allowed her a platonic pat or two on the back, as she shook from her sobbing.

I have lost all feelings for Sarah!

She was nothing to me now!

Chapter 02:

“Jamie, I am so sorry! I’m so sorry!” she said it like she meant it. I said nothing. Just released my hold on her, turned and continued with my work.

Then she wanted me to take her to bed, and hold her for a little while, But I said no! Still crying, she turned to slowly trudge up to the bedroom alone, and I eventually settled on the couch. Sherri joined her for a while trying to console her, and then went home. Sarah came down in the morning and asked me to join her before Kim brought the children home. I did, but stayed over on my side.

~ ~ ~

I called Yvonne and made a date with her for tonight. Sarah was not happy with that, but her desire to be with David again, had over-ridded all her decision-making where I am concerned. In other words; I didn’t give a shit!

I took Yvonne out to dinner, at a very nice restaurant, since I wanted to do something special for this very sweet, and very pretty woman. I told her in detail, what Sarah and I talked about, and what we decided to do.

“Jamie, your marriage is so over; you do know that don’t you?”

“Yes, Sarah has very efficiently ended that! But what am I going to do? I would prefer to know, rather and have her sneaking around.”

“Jamie, I would be anything you want me to be for you, because I have come to care for you deeply. But I don’t want to be anyone’s rebound, I have a better self-image than that, and I do have options with other men!” She lowered her pretty brown eyes, then raised them slowly and said in a soft voice,

“Jamie, I would be good for you; you know that!”

“Yvonne, you are the sweetest women I know. I am sure my marriage is toast, and you would be an excellent choice for anyone to be with. You are intelligent, sweet, caring, and very pretty. But I don’t see myself starting over with anyone else. I made my decision when I married Sarah, so that is really it for me if she doesn’t stay with me! You have to know where I stand with this!”

We talked for a long time over our fine meal and a good wine, trying to figure out what I should do now. Nothing new, but I have a very pretty ally, and someone who would make herself available for whatever I needed from her; from a shoulder to cry on to … sex.

“Jamie, I don’t suppose we can get together tonight, huh?”

“No, baby! Not tonight!”

I took Yvonne home, kissed her very sweetly goodnight, and returned home early since the children were there with Sarah. I came in, and Sarah was dressed in a very pretty dress and made up nicely. She looked amazing, and I felt compelled to slide my arms around her. She smelled so nice. She whispered to me,

“I wanted to look nice for you Jamie! I still love you, you know, and probably always will!” Then she looked up at me and said,

“I thought over everything we said, and you are right. I couldn’t believe how cruel and clueless I was! I um, might want to take some of that back. Please don’t shut me out darling, can’t we talk about this some more?”

She kissed me as I still held her off a little, and eight-year-old Claire giggled, but three-year-old Todd just covered his eyes like he does. We laughed at the antics of our children, and I asked them if they wanted to see Auntie Sherri, and they both squealed with delight.

I called my pretty neighbor, and asked her if she would watch the kids for a while, that I wanted to take Sarah out. I decided that as much as I hated what she was doing, I really didn’t hate her. And I wanted to show her that I am worth reconsidering.

Sarah had a confused look on her face after my call to Sherri, so I said,

“You look so lovely tonight I want to take you out and show you off. Just you and me. Might be our last time! But this one is a husband and wife date!”

“Oh, Jamie, I don’t deserve you!”

“I know that honey! I know you don’t!” I replied evenly.

“Touché!” she said quietly.

I took my pretty wife out to a nice Downtown Jazz club for music, drinks and a light dinner. I like jazz, and this club is more subdued than the usual ‘meat markets’ we go to. She absolutely sparkled tonight, and was proud to be with her. When she turned her head, and her wavy-curls flounced, caught the light, my heart skipped a beat.

They had a small dance floor; I took her out on it and we had a wonderful time swinging to the music. In between, we just listened to the various artists. The small orchestra, some individual artists, and the small combos were eyüpsultan escort all great. I love jazz, and was making Sarah a fan as well. I felt a little sad, thinking that I was really out tonight with someone else’s woman.

Sarah, that pretty girl I fell in love with at first sight years ago in that little pub, now belonged to another man. In her own words, “…he owned my sweet ass!” and, “…he still owns me … maybe even more than Jamie does!” were still ringing in my ears.

It sounds ridiculous I guess, given her wanting to belong to him, but I was going to try to take back ownership of her!

She smiled at me and said, “Thank you for tonight, darling! This is so perfect, and I feel very pretty being out with you … dressed like this. You really know how to treat a woman!”

I tried to be brave, and said to her, “I feel proud being out with you Sarah. And you are not only pretty … you are dazzling! You have always blown me away—even in blue jeans and a sweater. Sarah, you are a stunner!” I decided to keep the self-pitying bullshit to myself tonight and just be out with my wife.

She giggled and said, “Flattery will get you … (and in a lower voice close to my ear) some pussy!” I laughed, and then so did she. Then with another thought, she asked,

“Jamie, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but what did you do this afternoon when you left?”

“I can tell you that! I called Yvonne, and took her out to a restaurant to talk to her. We just talked about the things you and I said. Then I took her home. That’s all! Yvonne is a friend!”

“Oh!” She said with a smile.

“Sarah, I only want to concentrate on being out with my very pretty wife tonight, so let’s not worry about anything … or anyone else.”

“That sound so nice, honey!” Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Just want you to know that my panties are wet!” I laughed,

“Nice to know that I can still get to you honey!” I said with a wry half-smile.

“Mmm, you can Jamie!”

We went to another club, and then to a great après-theater restaurant, for a midnight bite, over a couple of glasses of wine. Sarah loved having someone to take her out and show her off all dressed up … we returned home late.

We found Sherri asleep on the couch, and Sarah left to check on the kids, and tuck them in. I approached Sherri, and she was lying on her back with her arms up over her head, exposing the bottom cleavage of her firm breasts under her halter top.

I carefully uncovered her breasts, and kissed each nipple. She was fast asleep, but she moaned when I kissed her breasts. I moved up and kissed her on the lips, and her eyes fluttered opened. She smiled and said in a sleepy-sexy voice,

“Mmm, Jamie, what a wonderful way to wake up!”

“Hello, baby. We’re home, but you can stay if you wish. Give Sarah and me an hour or so, and you may join us!”

Sarah was back, and heard my offer to Sherri and said,

“Yes darling, please stay! Make it two hours though!”

She was rubbing her eyes when she noticed that her breasts were uncovered, she pulled her top down, and looked up at me accusingly,

“Jamie, you are incorrigible!!! What are you … twelve???” Then her frown turned into a giggle as she gripped her breasts with her hands massaging them slightly. Sarah just looked at me and just said, “Jamie!”

I reached down and kissed Sherri goodnight. We turned the light out, Sarah grabbed a light throw, and covered her. Then she kissed Sherri sweetly on the lips and whispered to her,

“Come in later darling!”

I took Sarah into the bedroom, and I slowly undressed her, taking her dress off, and then her bra and panties. I undressed her a little at a time, and kissed each body part as it came into view, until she was naked. I stood back and looked at her, I gulped, genuinely impressed by the vision in front of me,

“My God, Sarah! You are so lovely!”

She was too! She has a shapely petite figure, and nice firm, round breasts with puffy nipples. Her hair is a wavy/curly light brown lightly, and she has light brown eyes that sparkle when she smiles—like she is doing now. She blushed and smiled bashfully, lowered her eyes and then she shuddered slightly as she slowly raised them. She walked over to me and helped me out of my clothes. I laid her on the bed. She put her arms up over her head, and opened her legs.

“Come in with me! I want you Jamie!”

Her callousness and heartbreaking treatment of me earlier evaporated as I beheld her beauty, lying there waiting for me—wanting me. She slid her hands over her body, from breasts to stomach, and down between her legs as she opened them for me. Her smile was enticing! I really wanted Sarah tonight!

She raised her arms over her head as I slid in next to her, kissed her sweetly, gently on the lips. Then I worked my way down her body, I kissed her lovely arm pits, her neck, her breasts sucking cihangir escort each nipple into my lips in turn, then down to her stomach, and finally over her mons and onto her pretty, moist cunt.

She has a very pretty smooth pussy, and I took in the lovely sight of her. Her natural aromas were driving me wild, and could feel her soft moist skin on my lips with her delicious taste on my tongue! I heard her softly moan as she reacted to my touches. I opened her pussy lips with my fingers and tasted her fleshy inside lips. It was like enjoying the sweet nectar of a rare pink flower.

She shuddered when I sucked her clit into my lips, and tickled the tip of it with my tongue. I could hear her breathing heavily as I touched her. I moved down and licked between the bottoms of her buttocks, something I know drives her crazy! And she continued to shudder out of control from my attentions, and she moaned loudly.

“Oh … my God, … Jam … Jamie! That … feels so … f-f’ing good, baby!” she moaned breathlessly.

I moved up between her legs, and I felt much harder tonight than I had been for a while, and when I slid into her moist and fleshy warmth, she shook wildly in a violent series of shudders. I kissed her passionately, as I started to stroke it into her.

“Mmm, baby! You feel so good to me! I love being inside you honey!” I whispered as I slid in and out of her supple and responsive little body. I am not as vocal as Sarah is during sex, but try to offer something to the general mood.

She was delirious as she moaned and pushed her pretty ass up to meet my thrusts. She recovered a little from her first orgasm as we made love slowly … lovingly … urgently. I could feel her becoming increasingly aroused again as I pulled her buttocks in to get inside her deeper. She was moaning,

“Oh, Jamie! I love … the way you … you use … that lovely … lovely cock of … of yours. Oh God … Jam …. Jamie, oh yes honey … mmm, like that!”

I started stroking her faster allowing her ardor to build, edging her a little when she got close pushing up against me. I could feel her coming, and I changed my angle inside her to increase the friction and to hit her special spots inside. She screamed into a strong orgasm just at I released, spurting and coming deep inside her.

I kept stroking her through her many shudders, moans, squeals, and quakes. “Oh shit! Oh Shit! Oh Shit, honey. God, it feels sooo f’ing, f’ing good!” she was moaning breathlessly.

We lay together, and kissed, and touched, and talked quietly about our lovemaking; what she liked, what I liked. I always listen to the lady about that, and give her what she likes. We were lying together quietly, when we felt a very giggly someone creep into our bed with us.

Sherri, slid in between us, begging for attention. Her warm naked bod felt so good as I put my arms around her, and onto her taut warm stomach and kissed her on the neck as she pushed her mouth into Sarah’s. I got out, and let Sarah have her as the two girls played with each other, kissing and scissoring, rubbing their mounds, and pussies together with lots of moans and grunts, until they both shuddered into nice little finishes.

I love watching the girls play! They continued on as they teased, and tickled, and laughed together. But I was tired after the trying day and fell asleep. The girls woke me before morning to dress in case the children came running into the bedroom as they often do.

~ ~ ~

Just after the next weekend, Sarah came to me and said, “Jamie, I need a night out tomorrow night (Tuesday), can you watch the kids?”

I just stared at her, that she needed to do this after several nights of sweet and loving sex for us! She couldn’t possibly miss my sad expression as I said,

“Sarah, I have to say that I am very disappointed. I thought we were doing so well the past several days.”

What could I really do, but to let her go. I lowered my eyes and my voice, not looking at her and said to her without any emotion,

“You will have to allow me some time away on Friday night, all night!”

“Jamie, why do you have to do that? Is it revenge?” She said. I ignored her questions and continued,

“I would like to have Sherri with me when you are out, to help with the kids, and … to keep me away from … sharp objects!”

I am not suicidal of course, but was sad that she needed this after our times together, and that magical night out dining and dancing. I just threw that in to get her to show some feeling toward me. Then she said matter-of-factly, like my disappointment meant nothing to her,

“Alright Jamie, I will call Sherri for you.” She thought for a few seconds and said, “Yes Jamie, we have had some amazing lovemaking lately! But please let me do what you have already insisted that I can do!” then with an afterthought,

“And Jamie … please do stay away from sharp objects!”

“Whatever! Call Sherri!”

I feriköy escort said without emotion as I turned my back to her even before I finished. I was already deep into self-pity mode again. I was thinking as my back was to her,

“My God! How many times do I have to win this girl???”

I kept away from Sarah from then to Tuesday night. I slept downstairs, giving her the bedroom. I was so dejected, after all the loving moments we have had recently. I felt compelled to know what goes on between them, and decided to ask Sherri to spill the details again … I knew that Sarah would share with her.

I made another date with my eight-year old daughter, Claire, for Saturday afternoon, for lunch, and a shopping spree at the mall. She accepted with lots of giggles and kisses. Todd and I are going to the baseball game on Sunday night with a couple of my buddies—he loves being with my old baseball pals, and they treat him like a little prince!

It has become bitter-sweet being with Claire and Todd these days, knowing what my relationship with them will likely become! Sarah is not as into being with the kids like I am. Todd is too young to do much with, and she and Claire are starting to have typical mother and daughter issues, although she takes her out shopping occasionally.

I was trying hard not to feel sorry for myself, but it was an uphill battle! The woman I love so deeply has rejected the best loving I could possibly give her, and accepted a man who is not worthy of her by the furthest stretch.

In anticipation of Friday night, I wanted to get a companion lined up. If she was going to fuck that asshole again, I was going to find a companion of my own, and I had the perfect revenge candidate. I really didn’t want to involve Yvonne in this mess anymore, she is just too nice a person. I will save our friendship for just some lunch dates here and there.

So, I made another call to someone else, and I listened to the phone ring, and ring, and was about to hang up when I heard her voice saying,

“Hello, Jamie!”

“Hi Janet. Hope all is going well with you honey!”

“Well, some things, yes … other things, no!”

“Janet, how would you like to go out to dinner with me on Friday night?”

“You are asking me out on a date, Jamie? I thought you were deeply immersed in connubial bliss with what’s-her-name!”

“Say yes to Friday night, and I’ll tell you all about it! And her name is Sarah!”

“Yes to Friday night, Jamie! Pick me up at seven! Whatever this is I just have to hear it!”

“You will, Let’s go the Lexington for dinner, and maybe dancing later. Sound okay?”

“Ah, the Lexington! Very high-test honey! Yes, your plan sounds lovely to me. Just a warning though … I may have plans of my own!”

“Mmm, sound interesting, doll!” I said with a slight chuckle then, “Okay Jan, you have a nice evening, and I will see you at seven on Friday.”

Sarah informed me that she had an editor’s conference at work on Thursday until about ten or eleven-o’clock. Since this is a fairly usual occurrence, I knew that her presence there would be easy to check … if I ever thought to do that.

I fretted all night on Tuesday with Sarah out on her date with asshole-face, even with Sherri over for dinner and to help with the kids. Sherri left after the kids were in bed, I guess I wasn’t very good company.

I couldn’t sleep later, I was still awake at three-thirty in the morning when Sarah creeped in quietly, and went directly into the shower. She was in there for a while, so I figured that she had a lot of David’s cum to wash out of her, before coming to bed with me.

She crept to the bed, slid in carefully, and quietly trying not to move the bed or to disturb me. I whispered, “I’m awake … couldn’t sleep!”

“Oh, Jamie! Morning darling!”

“Darling? Me?”

“Yes, you! You are my darling husband, aren’t you?”

“Well, technically I still am your husband!”

“Oh, Jamie! Please! I don’t want to fight with you!”

She was emotional and tearing up for some reason I didn’t understand. Didn’t she just get the sexual experience of her life from her fuck-tard boyfriend? So what could she possibly want from me? I pulled my wife into a loose and hesitant embrace, and just held her as she cried on my chest. I raised her face with tear tracks streaking it. I wanted to kiss her, but was still holding her off.

“Is there something the matter, Sarah?” I was starting to soften and held her a little closer.

“Oh, Jamie! I … I don’t want to talk about it … just hold me!”

Her tears started to melt my heart. That is the normal dynamic between men and women isn’t it? They cry, and our hearts melt!

“Sarah we’ll get through this! I know we will!”

“Oh, Jamie, I so don’t deserve you!”

“I know Sarah! I know you don’t!” I wasn’t teasing … it’s the way I felt!

She tried to laugh through her tears at that, and gave me just a token slug in the shoulder. She took my hand, placed it on her breast, and said,

“Make love to me Jamie! Make love to me slowly, gently; you are so good at that darling!”

Still feeling sorry for myself, and feeling the ignominy of her many recent assaults on my feelings and my manhood, I might have refused her, but I didn’t. I needed her! I needed to make love to my wife!

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I’ve decided to share with all of you the story of my first multiple partner experience. To that end, here it is…

It was just another typical Saturday night in the winter of 1993. I was a college sophomore intent on yet another night cozying up with none other than my corporate finance textbook, diligently studying to maintain my 4 point grade average and dean’s list academic achievement. Unfortunately, despite my commitment to my studies, the mid-semester blahs were beginning to get to me. I kept glancing at the telephone hoping it would ring with an offer to take me away from the all too familiar, boring, study routine I had fallen into.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though I didn’t have plenty of offers to go out. On the contrary, it seemed as though not a day would go by without another guy bumping into me in the hallowed hallways of the university with an invitation to take me for dinner and a movie or out to a bar for drinks and dancing.

At home in the solitude of my apartment, it was not unusual for me to receive 5 to 10 calls a night with an offer to sweep me off my feet. Usually, though, I just wasn’t interested in spending yet another evening fending off yet another guy wanting to get into my pants. I was committed to my studies and I didn’t want the distraction of casual dating or hassle of a boyfriend.

This night, however, things were somehow different. I was yearning to go out and let loose, but the phone was strangely silent. Here it was, almost 5:00 p.m. and not a single call or offer to be had. Oh well, I guess it was going to be another Saturday night studying in solitude afterall.

After spending the next couple of hours reading dry financial textbooks, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. To heck with studying. I decided to go to the local video store and rent a movie to escape into a world of fantasy where NPV’s and IRR’s had no meaning nor importance.

It was now past 7:00 in the evening and I just threw on a pair jeans to go with the loose fitting sweatshirt is was already wearing. As I was just going to the store and back, I did not worry about putting on a bra. Out the door I ventured.

The video store was only a couple of blocks from my apartment, so I didn’t mind walking in the warm Texas air. Once at the store, I had been looking at the new releases for only a few moments when some guy interrupted me with his movie suggestion. I thanked him for his input, but told him I was doing just fine on my own. At that moment, the voice of my saviour sounded from behind me.

“Jennifer! Hi, I thought that was you.”

Forgetting about the guy who had just attempted to hit on me, I immediately turned around and replied “Susan, hi! Well it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you around.”

It was my old friend Susan, who was just returning a couple of movie rentals. Her and I had met in high school and she was a pretty good friend of mine for three years before we graduated from high school. For whatever reason, we seemed to drift apart over the last couple of years with me having gone on to university while she opted to forgo college instead taking a job as a waitress at one of the finer restaurants in town.

We briefly talked to catch up on the last year or so since we had seen each other when she then asked me to go to a party with her. I no longer really felt like going out, but she pleaded with me saying that there’s this guy that she really wanted to get to know better that was going to be there. Unfortunately she said she didn’t have anyone to go with and she really wanted to go, but didn’t want to go alone.

I was reluctant, citing my state of casual dress, but the poor girl was almost begging, throwing out encouraging comments to the effect that my “haggard” look is like supermodel attractiveness to most people. Although I totally disagreed with her on such point and actually resent such “compliments” for some strange reason, I finally agreed to go with her. We hopped into her car and left together directly from the video store to the party.

We arrived at a small house in one of the older neighborhoods in San Antonio denizköşkler escort a short time later. There looked to be about 20 people in the house and upon entering, I noticed that it looked like there was about 5 guys for every girl!

Without going into all of the details, the party turned out to be pretty beat with most of the people being guys and seemingly mostly highschool seniors at that.

As beat as it was, though, I was feeling pretty good, as Susan had brought a bottle of tequila with her. It’s amazing what a few tequila shots will do for one’s perception of a good time.

Anyway, we had been there for probably around 3 – 4 flirtatious hours and I was getting pretty drunk. Feeling pretty much ready to leave, I had unfortunately lost track of Susan and it turned out she had left the party with the guy that was the object of her desires.

So there I was at a party full of strangers and with no ride home. Already rather drunk, though, it wasn’t too hard for the “host” of the party to convince me not to worry about it and in short order I found myself playing cards and drinking games with 5 guys in the living room. It was now after midnight and the party had pretty much cleared out except for the six of us sitting around playing cards and drinking. I was the only girl left in the place.

The game we were playing had become tiresome and I indicated that I should probably get going. The guys quickly jumped in trying to convince me to stay. One guy then suggested that we play poker. I said I had no money to play poker, but then a different guy suggested we play strip poker instead. I said “Yeah right, only in your dreams.”

Despite my declining, the guys continued to egg me on. We kidded and teased back and forth for a little bit when one of them came out and said that he was horny as hell having been exposed to my protruding nipples all night long and that he’s dying to see my breasts and that he’d give ANYTHING to see them. Rather than just dismiss the idea like I should have, I teased back by asking “Anything?”

Joined by a couple of the other guys now, they were quick to reaffirm in unison that they would indeed give ANYTHING.

I can blame it on the tequila, but most likely it was likely just the little whore in me, but for some reason I replied that I would pull up my sweatshirt and let them see my boobs for one hundred dollars.

Rather than simply dismiss the idea, as I had expected they would, they had a huddle and then pulled out their wallets and came up with one hundred dollars right then and there. I began to try to back out, but then they started to bug me about being just a tease, blah blah blah. Anyway, I decided that I did make the offer, so as a matter of integrity, I agreed to give them their thrill.

They laid out the money on the coffee table and I went to the middle of the living room and began to dance seductively to the blaring music playing on the stereo. Slowly, I lifted my sweatshirt to expose my breasts for all five of them to see.

After a short moment of stunned staring, they began to cheer and yell for me to take it off. The song ended and I pulled my shirt back down. One of the guys then asked how much more to let them touch my breasts? I said they wouldn’t have enough money, but they didn’t let that deter them and they all pulled their wallets back out and managed to come up with $150 dollars more.

I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, obviously not much, but, my trust fund aside, I was a cash strapped college girl and a couple of hundred dollars or more just for showing a few guys my boobs and letting them feel me up a little seemed like an easy and harmless way to make some welcome extra money. At least that’s how it seemed after all of the tequila and beer I had consumed.

After much pleading and begging on the part of the guys, I finally agreed. I then pulled my sweatshirt back up and the first guy walked up to me and began to grab and squeeze my boobs and nipples. Another guy then came up from behind me and began to kiss my neck as alemdağ escort he cupped my breasts.

The next thing I know, a couple more of the guys are up there squeezing my breasts all at once and in no time they had slipped my sweatshirt up over my head and off.

This exhibitionism must have really got me turned on because I was getting right into it and kissing them back. With the guys all over me they guided me down onto the carpeted floor with all of these groping hands continuing to feel me up.

Now lost in the passion of all this attention, I barely even noticed that they had my jeans undone and were trying to slip them off. Well, I guess I noticed, but I didn’t seem to care, as I was just all hot and horny at having all these guys lusting over me and touching me in many of the right places.

My pants were now off and my panties were also being pulled off when I had a moment of hesitation and said “That’s far enough guys.” They didn’t let up, though, and there I was flat on my back having my breasts squeezed and licked, my mouth kissed and tongued and my pussy now vigorously being fingered.

Things had gone much further than I had intended and I again stated that “That was enough.” The weak tone of my voice undermined my desire to stop things, however. Instead, my latent desire to get royally fucked came to the forefront to allay my sensible reservations.

Anyway, it wasn’t long before one of the guys pulled away the guy that was fingering me and then dove in to give me pleasure with his wagging tongue. I was getting so very turned on when the guy quit teasing me with his tongue, removed his pants, and then began to fuck me. All the while, the other guys continued to squeeze, kiss, and lick at my breasts and body.

Well, that one guy really got the ball rolling ’cause now almost everyone else had their clothes off and after the first guy fearlessly blew his wad inside of me, which I must say didn’t take very long at all to happen, another quickly took his place and began to fuck me.

To diverge for just a moment, I wasn’t really concerned with pregnancy ’cause I was faithfully on the pill at the time. Being young and reckless, the STD concern didn’t really enter my mind. I guess being young doesn’t have much to do with that, though, ’cause it really hasn’t entered my mind any of the other times I’ve messed around or whatever. I guess I’m just totally reckless still to this day.

Anyway, things continued and the guys took their turns fucking me. It is at this point that things become foggy. I remember that while I was being fucked, other guys were standing over me stroking their dicks and then aiming their penises at me as they shot their wads onto my naked body. I must have passed out shortly after, though, because the next thing I remember was waking up in a bedroom in the early morning with the sun just beginning to rise.

Beside me on the bed was the “host” guy sleeping to my left and another guy on top of me fucking me. It was very strange, if not surreal, to wake up in unfamiliar surroundings with some guy I didn’t know on top of me fucking me.

To be perfectly honest, I don’t know if I went to the bedroom of my own free will or whether the guys carried me there while I was passed out. Quite frankly I don’t know what happened after the one guy was fucking me with the others stading around jerking off onto me. Everything between then and when I woke up is still great big foggy blank.

I assume that they probably all took turns continuing to fuck me and I don’t know how many times over either. I do know, though, that the guy that was on top of me fucking me when I woke up was NOT one of the five guys from the evening before.

I don’t recall having ever seen him before and I have since just assumed that while I was passed out or whatever, someone must have called this guy and told him that there’s a hot looking, drunken, passed out chick that they’re all fucking and that he should come on over and get in on the action.

Well, this guy seemed startled when he realized that I akbatı escort was actually awake and watching him while he fucked me. All he had to say for himself, though, was “Hi.” Surprisingly, or not, I didn’t resist or make him stop fucking me, as I woke up feeling very aroused with him on top of me, vigorously fucking me. He just carried on without missing a thrust until he blew his wad and cumming inside of me.

When he was done he just rolled over without saying a word. After lying there for a few minutes while I fingered myself to finish the business this stranger had left unfinished, I got out of the bed and went to the washroom. It was only then that I realized I was sooo sore. My legs felt like I had run a marathon or something and I was extremely sore down below from being fucked so many times.

Not only was I really sore, but I was a mess. There was icky, sticky cum all over my body. This would not do, so I jumped into the shower to clean myself off. After I was done cleaning myself up in the bathroom I went out to the living room to try to find my clothes, as there was no evidence of my clothes in the bedroom.

In the living room there was one guy passed out on the couch, but otherwise the place was empty. I couldn’t find my panties (probably one of them kept them as a trophy), but my jeans and sweatshirt were strewn on the living room floor. I put them on and then noticed all of the cash on the coffe table from the night before. I figured what the hell, these guys had all thoroughly fucked me over and did who knows what to me while I was passed out, so I grabbed the money without hesitation and pocketed it.

I then went to the kitchen and called a taxi. Not knowing where I was, I actually had to put the call on hold while I ran out and read the house number. Luckily, the house was on a corner so I could also easily see the street’s name. I then went inside, finished the call, then came back outside to wait on the front step for the taxi to arrive.

While waiting, the host guy came outside and queried “You’re leaving already?”

I told him “Uhhh, I think maybe I had better.”

He then invited be back in for breakfast or whatever. I politely thanked him but declined. He then asked if he could have my phone number so that we could hook up again sometime. I again thanked him, but said that I don’t think so. He said okay, thanked me for coming to the party and making it so memorable, and then he went back inside.

I was so embarrassed I couldn’t believe it. I felt sick to the stomach and not just because I was severly hung over, but out of disgust for what I had done.

Anyway, that’s the story of the infamous university party and that was the first time I had ever been in a group sex situation. It probably took me over a month before I got over the embarrassment of it and could go out in public without fearing being seen by someone that might have been there.

It was probably about a year after that before I again ran into Susan and when I finally did she seemed very aloof and short with me. We didn’t talk about the party, but I later found out from someone else that some of the guys that fucked me had blabbed about it and word got back to Susan by way of the guy she had hooked up with, whom had become her boyfriend.

From what I’m told, they had asked her boyfriend to find out from her the name of the “hooker” she had brought to the party ’cause they wanted to get together with me again. Eventually I had heard through the grapevine that Susan hasn’t been too shy about spreading the gossip of my transgressions and calling me a slut and a whore. Oh well, being called such names was not anything new to me, as it was all very reminiscent of high school

Anyway, I guess that to a certain extent my slutty reputation was “earned” and I really didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. It’s been many years now since that fateful party and I came to terms long ago with the events of that foggy night. When I think about it now, rather than feelings of embarrassment resurfacing, I instead get rather turned on thinking about it.

The night of that party so long ago is not my proudest moment, but what happened happened and there’s nothing I can do about it now. If I could do it all over again I am not so sure that I would have gone to the party, but then if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have this story to tell and I would not have enjoyed the wonderful orgasm I had while writing it.

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I thought that I would share with you some memories from 1960’s Coventry, England.

I was part of a gang of lads all aged over 18 who regularly bullied some of the younger lads; a thing of which I am not particularly proud these days but that was just how it was. One particular lad was known as “Alis” and he came in for some fairly rough treatment.

One day he told us that his mum knew what we had been doing and that she wanted to see us, presumably to tell us off.

One of the other lads, Stanno, said, “Hey, I’ve seen his mum. She’s a Scottish bitch with a nice arse and tits. I wouldn’t mind fucking her.”

“Yeah, I bet she needs a good hard shag,” said another lad.

One day we bunked off and went round to Alis’s house; we knew his dad was at work. We knocked on the door and told her who we were.

” I thought you wouldn’t be brave enough to come along?” she said.

I replied, “We had to come and see you Mrs, because Gez said you were a good looker and he’s right, you are.” She was about five foot four, with darkish brown hair with a bit of grey.

She laughed and replied that her name wasn’t Mrs, it was Isabelle and that we had better come in because the neighbours would wonder what was going on. There were 8 of us and we piled into the new council house on the Ernsford Grange estate.

Isabelle was in her early 40’s. She had on a fairly short skirt – well it was the sixties! – and a loose blouse which was partly undone at the top. She asked us if we wanted a drink and we said, ” Yeah, ok.”

When she sat down her short skirt revealed her tan stocking tops and she knew we could see these.

She replied that we had better say nothing and that her old man would not be happy if he knew. She split 4 bottles of beer between us and then asked us to stop bullying her son.

Stanno replied, “We could, but how about something in exchange?”

She smiled and knowingly asked, “Well, what?”

Kev, another one of the lads said, “Well, like Stanno says, you’ve got a nice arse and tits.”

Isabelle smiled, saying, “You’re cheeky bastards aren’t you? I could tell my old man about this, but I won’t. Its fun having young lads like you think that; so what do you want me to do? Flash my tits, suck your cocks or do you all want to shag me, because if you do, I like it hard you know lads!”

There was another longer silence. I think most of our jaws had hit the ground..

“Oh well,” said Isabelle, “better do something; which one’s Stanno then?”

Stanno replied, “Me, come on then, suck my cock!”

Isabelle commented, “Oooh, I’ll suck your cock alright, but only if you promise to fuck my nice arse; you want to do that don’t you darling? But first lads, I want you to strip me and then ALL of you get your cocks out for me to inspect and suck.”

We virtually ripped Isabelle’s blouse and skirt off revealing her tan stockings, white suspender belt, pink knickers and white bra. I then pulled her knickers off and Ricky unclipped her bra revealing her lovely firm tits, which we guessed were about size 36.

Clib kissed her fully on the mouth and she responded with her tongue, and then made sure we all got a good snog. We grabbed and fondled her tits, pulling at her nipples, which were getting güzelce escort visibly harder. Her pubic bush was, I remember, very tidy, but not clean-shaven as many are today.

Isabelle started sucking all our cocks in turn, by which time we were all very hard and struggling not to come. Her mouth was so hot and her tongue just licked around all our cocks in turn, covering them in her saliva. She didn’t mind us pushing our pricks deep into her mouth, tickling her tonsils and almost fucking her throat.

She said to Stanno, “Right then you wanted to fuck my arse didn’t you; well rub some of this on your cock.”

She produced some Vaseline and Stanno smeared it round his cock. Isabelle in turn spat on his cock and then she bent forward and, almost shouting at Stanno, said, “Come on you bastard, ram that big hard young cock up my arsehole.”

Stanno pushed into her quite roughly, which she seemed to like and started ramming in and out. Meanwhile she continued to suck our cocks as we kissed her and played roughly with her tits.

She was moaning quite loudly as Stanno rammed her; Isabelle was pleading, “Come on then, let someone else have a go, but you sit there”. Stanno pulled out with a slurp and Isabelle then straddled him, taking his cock in her lovely juicy cunt.

She then said, “Now I want one in my arse as well, who’s next?”

There was almost a fight but Clib just beat me to it! He plunged his cock into her lovely firm and rounded 42 year old arsehole and both him and Stanno began ramming in and out much to her obvious pleasure.

Seeing Alis’s mum like this was fantastic. If the poor bugger could have seen and heard his slut mum talking like she was and loving it; her language was disgusting, shouting things like, “Come on you lovely young bastards fuck me, fuck me hard, ram me, I want all your cocks and spunk, you dirty fucking bastards.”

We replied saying things like, ” You dirty fucking whore, you gonna get fucked till you can’t walk, you slut, yeah you Scottish whore. We’re gonna screw the fucking tits off you.”

Clib and Stanno banged her as hard as they could and the other 6 of us fought to get wanked or sucked, or both by her. Clib’s cock slipped out of her arsehole and as he tried to guide it back in he pushed it up her cunt by mistake! She moaned loudly and yelped as her two fuckers rammed her; she screamed out.

“You dirty fuckers! Two up my cunt! If my old man could see that! Go on, ram them up there lads, fuck me like a slut, ram them up so hard I can feel your balls banging me”.

We were obviously not very experienced and soon Stanno gave a groan as he shot his spunk into her, closely followed by Clib. As they withdrew a large stream of spunk ran out of her gaping cunt.

All of us then shoved and jostled to see who was next and at last I got my cock in her, pushing up her lovely hot and juicy cunt. I was not too bothered by Stanno’s and Clib’s spunk running out of her. We rolled on to our sides and then another lad, Kev, pushed his cock up Isabelle’s arsehole.

She sucked on the other two lads’ cocks, and it proved too much for Ricky, as he shot his spunk into her mouth and over her face and hair. She has almost possessed, grabbing büyükçekmece escort and wanking Ricky’s cock till it had spurted its full load over her; she wiped it round her face, smearing her lipstick as well.

I was trying my best to ram her lovely cunt and soon my cock exploded its load into her; it was a fantastic feeling, to shoot my spunk in to this lovely 42-year-old bitch’s cunt. Gez pulled me off and soon took my place; Kev was still going at her arsehole.

Isabelle shouted, screamed and moaned, “Ooohhh arghhh, you lovely bastards, fuck me, fuck me, shag me like a fucking slut, come on I want all the spunk you’ve got.”

Kev eventually gave one last lunge and groaning loudly, said, “Here you are you shag bag, take my spunk up your arse.”

In the meantime another lad, shot his spunk in her eager mouth. Isabelle now had spunk dripping from her cunt and arse, in her hair, over her face. Lipstick was smeared all over her face as well; she looked just what she was, a fantastic dirty fucking slag.

After a while all eight of us had shot our loads in one hole or the other or over her lovely firm body. It was nearly 3.00 in the afternoon as we finished our glasses of beer and Isabelle handed some ciggies around. For a while we fingered her and groped and sucked her lovely tits; one or two of the lads played with a beer bottle in her cunt. She called us “perverted bastards”. We laughed and by this time several of us had got hard again. She was getting a bit worried because her lad would be home around 4.30pm and her old man about 5.00pm.

I was glad I’d got hard again because I wanted to fuck that lovely arsehole and be able to tell Alis that I had screwed his mum up her arse!

Stanno had started screwing her cunt and rolled to one side saying, “Come on Gally, ram her up the arse, its like a velvet glove.”

I didn’t need any encouragement and soon slid my bone hard cock up her well lubbed arse, and started thrusting in and out. In the meantime Isabelle busied herself with Dek and Clib’s cocks, sucking and wanking them furiously. Her arsehole was like a vacuum but so hot and moist; she gripped my pounding prick as I rammed every inch into her right up to my balls. I soon felt my spunk pumping up and then squirting into that lovely 42-year-old arse.

Stanno shouted out, “Gally, pull out! I’m gonna shoot my load up there.”

I pulled out with a slurping sound and my spunk ran out of her reddened arsehole. Stanno rammed straight in furiously; he was ramming her so hard, we all thought his cock was going to come out the other side and nail her to the floorboards!

Isabelle was screaming and gasping and began to orgasm so violently she passed out for a few seconds; coming to, she groaned out, “Oooooh yes, yes you dirty fuckers! That was fantastic. I don’t think I can stand up!”

Dek and Clib by this time were exploding all over her face and into her mouth, their spunk dripping onto her tits as she tried to gobble it all up.

The groaning, heaving and swearing subsided and then there was panic in Isabelle’s voice.

“Fucking hell, it’s nearly half past four. Come on lads you’ve gotta go.”

We busily got dressed and looked at güzelyurt escort Isabelle as she stood up. There was spunk everywhere – in her hair, dripping down her tits, running down her face and chin, as well as running down her legs and stockings from her cunt and arsehole. There were also globs of spunk on the bedclothes.

She busily picked up the bedclothes, wrapping them up in a bundle, saying, “Fuck! I’d better get these in the washing machine before the old man comes home.” She then opened the window and busily removed the beer bottles and fag ends.

She put her housecoat on and showed us to the back door, looking first to see if any neighbours were looking. We quickly crept out, telling her that we would see her again.

She then said something that just amazed us, “Yeah, you bet lads. Bring some more friends next time or your older brothers…………and their mates, if you want?”

Want? Fucking right we would and did. For the next two or three years we gang fucked Isabelle at least once a week. We fucked her in the nearby woods, empty lock up garages, mates’ houses, even a public toilet!

On some occasions the orgies got well out of control. One day in particular when the new estate was being landscaped there was a large gang of workmen nearby. Isabelle had made them drinks, her old man being at work. We turned up with a load of our mates and older brothers etc.

I will never forget the sight of a queue of men and lads down the stairs in Isabelle’s house, because we couldn’t all get in the bedroom! I reckon about 30 or more cocks went up her that day, there was so much spunk flying around she had to make out she had spilled something on the bed, and had to wash the mattress for when her old man got home.

Fuck knows what the neighbours thought? Especially with the sounds coming from the bedroom and the shouts, screaming and moaning.

Her anus in particular took a good battering from all the cocks, and at one point she was tied with her ankles over her head to her wrists and then both wrists and ankles to the bed posts!

Later we met a lad called Geoff who at 25 was older than us and he told us that he knew Isabelle from her previous house in the Willenhall area. He had fucked her several times with his mate and even his dad and his mates! He even told us stories about Isabelle being screwed in the coal sheds by a group of painters and under the railway arches.

Geoff also said that his father had taken photos of the gang fucking, but we never saw them. I wonder where they are?

One night, however, at the local workingmen’s club, my father and his mates took turns dancing with Isabelle thinking that her old man was on night shift. Owing to a break down at the factory he came home early and went to the club. He was not too pleased seeing his wife acting like a slut and pulled her outside. Then a fight followed, with her old man well outnumbered. It stopped very quickly!

We were also nearby and Isabelle was upset, so we grabbed her and groped her in front of her husband. Soon our dads and mates joined in and we virtually stripped her in the alleyway at the back of the club, then we ALL got stuck in and gang fucked every hole she had! Her old man slunk off to the cries, screams and moans of his wife getting the good hard fucking she wanted and deserved.

There are a few more tales to tell but we often wonder what happened to her as we all moved away. She left her old man in 1969. So there we go, what a sex education!

I wonder if anyone else amongst your readers remembers Isabelle in Coventry around 1966 -70?

Cheers

Gally

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Author’s note: This is a story that I did as something of an exercise just to see if I could. It involves a bunch of stuff I don’t usually write about such as voyeurism, group sex, and little FF as well. It’s not a story about character or plot. If that’s not your thing, you’ve been warned; if it is, hope you enjoy.

“But I’m not sure,” she said.

“You’ll enjoy it, my dear,” he told her. “You told me you were curious.”

Her face turned crimson. “I am, I just…I just never thought I would.”

“You will,” he said, “although you’ll watch first. Now, come inside.”

Sadie let Gerard lead her into the red parlor, which was in the rear of the house. She shivered slightly, both from the chill and from nervousness. Was she really about to see this? Gerard had said she could watch as another woman, one of the servants was…fucked in front of her.

Sadie blushed at even thinking the word. She wanted to know, she wanted to see. But she’d always been told how naughty it was, how dirty. Gerard had laughed at that, told her she’d been the victim of small-minded people, and he would show her that fucking and all the related activities could be quite fun.

He gently nudged the small of her back and she took an unsteady step into the room. She saw furniture and other things she didn’t recognize, nor could she guess at the purpose.

“Now,” said Gerard, “you will sit here. Take off your robe.”

“What?” Sadie squeaked.

“Don’t worry, Sadie, no one will know. Nothing leaves this room. Now, off.” With shaking hands, Sadie undid the tie of her robe and let it fall from her shoulders. Gerard picked it up and hung it on a hook.

“Ah, sir, you’re here. She’s lovely.”

Sadie gasped at the voice and moved to cover herself. Gerard took her hands and held them to her sides.

“Hello, Madam Anne. Yes, she’s lovely, isn’t she?”

Madame Ann was dressed in a short, silk red robe. She came over to Sadie, looked at Gerard. He nodded and Sadie jumped when the woman touched her breasts.

At Gerard’s direction, she was wearing a corset, but little else. Her breasts were supported but bare, and her nipples were hard and tight. She gasped as Madame Anne rolled a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, giving a gentle pull at the same time. Then Anne’s hand moved down between her legs.

Sadie moved to close her legs, but Gerard had somehow maneuvered his leg between hers, and Anne had unobstructed access to Sadie’s pussy.

“She’s…anxious, Gerard,” Anne said with a teasing voice. Sadie’s eyes widened as the woman’s fingers slid along the folds between her legs. “She’s quite wet.”

Another finger joined Anne’s, thicker and rougher, as Gerard felt for himself. “You’re right, Anne. Shall we proceed?”

“Of course.” Anne left and Sadie stared, surprised to find she was missing the fingers.

Anne clapped and another çatalca escort girl came in. She was completely naked and Sadie stared. The girl’s blonde hair was tied back, making her seem even more naked. Her breasts weren’t as large as Sadie’s, but the dark pink nipples sat atop lighter pink circles. Sadie wondered what they felt like, and what the girl felt like between her legs.

“Come, Sadie.” Gerard sat down and as Sadie looked for her place, he moved her in front of him. “Spread your legs, now.” With his help, she did and found herself straddling his lap, her back to his front.

“But, but I can’t…” she whispered. With her legs wide like this, she imagined everyone could see her private parts. No, she reminded herself as she tried to even out her breathing, my pussy.

“You can, Sadie. You’ll see.” Gerard held her in place. His arms came around and cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers as Madame Anne had done. Sadie was surprised to find she wished one hand would go between her legs.

“Go on, Anne.” Gerard continued to touch Sadie.

Anne nodded and then gestured to the blonde girl, who went do a door, opened it, and brought in a naked man.

“That,” said Gerard as he continued to tease Sadie’s nipples, “is a man’s cock when he’s excited. Do you know what he does with it, Sadie?”

She nodded. The man was huge, and so was his cock. She couldn’t imagine it fitting inside anyone’s body.

Before she could think anything else, the girl went to her knees and put the man’s cock in her mouth. Sadie gaped. The girl slid her head forward and back, hiding and revealing the man’s thick, hard shaft. Occasionally she would let it slip out of her mouth and then she would run her tongue along the length.

The girl continued to do this as the man groaned in pleasure and Madame Anne adjusted the girl’s position so that she was now back on her feet but bent at the waist. Sadie watched as Anne began to rub the girl between the legs, remembering how it had felt. She gasped when Gerard’s finger went between her own legs, moving in time with Anne’s.

“She’s right. You are anxious.”

After a moment, Madame Anne stopped and tapped the girl’s shoulder. The girl rose, then sat on a chair, her legs spread and her pussy open wide to Sadie’s view. The man came next to her, knelt down, and to Sadie’s surprise, began to lick and suck at the girls’ nipples.

“We’ll do that to you later,” Gerard promised. Sadie couldn’t speak.

Madame Anne came to the other side of the girl, with something in her hand. Sadie wondered what it was called, but the purpose was clear as Anne slid the item into the girl’s pussy. Sadie almost winced, but the girl made a moan that was clearly one of pleasure and raised her hips to meet Anne’s thrusts.

“Just like this,” Gerard said, and Sadie cried out softly as silivri escort his finger slid into her pussy, again moving in time with Anne. Every so often, he would brush some part of her that seemed extra sensitive, and she felt a warmth coiling in her body.

Anne stood up, taking the thing out of the girl’s pussy, and the man moved in front of her. Gerard told Sadie to look up, and she did, finding the ceiling mirror just in time to see the nameless man push his cock into the girl’s pussy, taking the place of Anne’s toy. Sadie couldn’t help but wonder how that felt.

“Your turn, Sadie.” She hadn’t realized what Gerard had done until she felt something hard and hot between her legs and knew it had to be his cock.

“I don’t…I don’t know…” she tried to say, but then Gerard thrust up and she went still, filled to bursting. She felt as though she’d been split, although it felt wonderful at the same time. Gerard grabbed her hips and raised her up and brought her back down and she couldn’t think.

The blonde girl was gasping and crying out as the man between her legs continued to fuck her, thrusting his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm.

Sadie realized that Madame Anne was staring straight at her and was helpless to do anything but stare back as Gerard continued to thrust in and out, faster than the other man. When Madame Anne began to walk over, Sadie’s mouth went dry.

Anne used one hand to tease Sadie’s nipples, hard as they were, and other found a spot between her legs that made Sadie jerk. Anne merely smiled as she continued to rub what Sadie would later learn was called a clit, and after another moment, Sadie could take it no more and cried out as her body began to jerk. She felt warmth seep out between her legs but didn’t know what to make of it.

“Now, relax, Sadie,” Gerard instructed. It was easy to comply as she was limp from her orgasm. He lifted her hips, shifted her forward, and Sadie began to protest as the tip of his cock pushed against her rear hole.

“Relax dear,” Anne purred. “Look, she’s enjoying it.”

Sadie blinked her eyes and saw the blonde girl had moved onto her knees, the man behind her. She looked up again at the mirror and saw that he was clearly putting his cock in the girl’s ass this time, and the girl seemed just as enthusiastic as she had before.

“Relax,” said Anne again, and this time leaned down to take one of Sadie’s nipples in her mouth. Sadie gasped and went limp, not protesting as Gerard’s cock pushed and pushed past her rear entrance and slowly in.

“Good,” said Anne. “Do you think she’s ready now?”

“As she’ll ever be.”

Sadie wondered what that meant and then felt something pressing at her pussy again. But if Gerard was fucking her ass, then what…

She looked down to see…the thing that Anne had put in the blonde girl. It was on some kind bizimkent escort of belt, and now it looked as though Madame Anne had a cock. Sadie was speechless as the shaft pushed into her still-wet pussy.

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Anne asked, then thrust in hard.

Sadie cried out, unused to the feeling of one cock inside her, let alone two. Gerard and Anne found a rhythm and Sadie was helpless, letting them hold her up between them as both her pussy and ass were stretched and used. When fingers—she wasn’t sure whose—twisted and pulled at her nipples, she could only moan, turning her head from side to side.

The coiling feeling was building again, and this time when she released it, she cried out and shook on both cocks. She went limp and tried to catch her breath, but neither Gerard nor Anne ceased their movements.

“Did you like that, Sadie?” Gerard’s voice was rough as he continued to thrust in her ass.

“I…I…yes…” Sadie found it hard to think, let alone talk.

“Of course she did.” Madame Anne’s voice had a smile in it. “Couldn’t you tell?” She reached down to rub Sadie’s clit again and Sadie jerked, her body now oversensitive.

After a moment, Sadie heard some noises and realized the other girl was still being fucked as well. Anne made one last thrust into Sadie’s pussy and pulled out, then stepped aside.

“Watch this, my dear,” Anne said.

Sadie followed Anne’s eyes to the other couple. The man was still fucking the blonde girl from behind, in the ass, just as Gerard was doing to Sadie. The girl’s hand was between her legs and now Sadie knew what she was doing. The man’s breathing was ragged, and then with a low groan, he pulled his cock out of the girl and Sadie watched, astounded, as fluid leapt out of his cock and splashed onto the blonde girl’s back.

“Do you know what that is, Sadie?” Gerard lifted her up and down on his cock. “That’s his cum.”

“Oh.” Sadie didn’t realize that like the blonde girl, her hand was going between her own legs, seeking her clit so that she could experience another orgasm. She’d never had one—or seen one had—before tonight, but she wanted it again.

“I’m going to do that soon, Sadie.”

“I…ah…” Sadie watched as the girl collapsed onto the chair, and the man behind her continued to stroke her body.

“Soon, Sadie. And inside you.”

Sadie’s eyes widened as Gerard’s thrusts became stronger and more erratic; she could feel his cock jamming into her. Suddenly he tightened his grip on her hips and held her down. He bucked against her and she realized he was coming, as the other man had. His cum is inside me, she thought with a start.

Gerard’s breathing was harsh but began to even out. He eased his fingers on her hips and dropped his head back. Sadie found she was relaxing as well, even with Gerard’s cock still inside her ass.

“So, Sadie.”

Sadie looked up at Madame Anne, feeling as though she was lost in a fog.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Y…Yes.”

“Do you have any questions?”

Sadie paused. “Will…will I do this again?”

Madame Anne laughed and Sadie felt Gerard’s body move against (and within) her as he chuckled.

“You most certainly will, Sadie,” Gerard assured her.

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Tanya was so excited. She’d just finished one of the major renovations to her new home. She had turned one of the basement bedrooms into a sauna. The conversion didn’t take much really. It was a daylight basement so she had added some French doors and sheer drapes to one wall providing an open entrance to the patio outside. She’d brought the flagstone flooring in from the patio and used it in the room. The walls were also stone with a rich, warm wood trim. There was ensconced lighting all over providing illumination but little in the way of real light. There was a main overhead light if she needed it but she’d left it off for tonight. A shower head was placed in the wall to her left and was left completely open to run until she turned it off. A drain in the floor kept the water from pooling at her feet. To her right was her happiest addition. A giant twelve man tub. It was on a raised dais with a couple stairs that brought you to the four foot marble ledge that surrounded it. Wide enough to lay out on when the heat of the water got to be too much. Right now all it held was a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice and a couple flutes.

“I am so happy you guys could make it over. After dealing with all those contractors I really needed a dose of estrogen to keep from going crazy,” Tanya said slipping out of her robe and underneath the shower. Mandy and Kayla were already in the hot tube soaking away their stress with appreciative little sighs.

“Do you mind if I pop open this bottle Tanya?”

“Not as long as you don’t mind if I open the doors to get a breeze blowing through here.”

Without waiting for a response Tanya threw open the double set of French doors and stood bathing in the waning moonlight. She turned back to the other two with excitement, “we’re going to get a storm tonight.”

A distant rumble of thunder echoed her statement as she joined the others in a glass of chilled champagne and a relaxing soak. Time passed slowly in the warm water but the storm moved in quickly as the girls enjoyed each others company talking and laughing. None of them noticed the figure silhouetted in the doors by a sudden flash of lightning.

“Hello, ladies, “said the deep voice followed by startled shrieks from the girls.

Tanya laughed when she recognized the intruder, “David!” She admonished, “You scared us!”

And to the girls, “Kayla, Mandy this is David. He’s one of my new neighbors.”

Kayla and Mandy murmured their hellos.

David lived down Tanya’s immense drive-way and across the road in his own house. He worked at the local hospital and had met Tanya there when her baby sister had to go in for stitches. It was just a small conversation but Tanya couldn’t shake it. She’d spent the last week telling Kayla and Mandy all about his perfect body and handsome face. His smile and laugh made the girls instantly comfortable.

“Would you like to join us, David?”

“I’d love to but I didn’t bring my trunks.”

“I’m sure that will be alright, won’t it girls?”

“Of course!”

“David, swimwear is completely optional.”

Proving her point, Kayla slipped out of her navy Coach Bikini top. Tanya and Mandy were quick to follow. David’s eyes bugged a little but he wasted no time stripping out of his fitted t-shirt and ass hugging jeans. He showered off rapidly, not at all ashamed of his large erection. He turned towards the sound of laughter and was hit with three different bikini bottoms. They all laughed as a black string bikini hung itself upon his cock.

“Ringer!” Tanya shouted, “What do I win?”

Smiling, David removed the last piece of offending material and joined the girls in the hot tub. He let out a little moan as he settled in the water.

Kayla, Tanya and Mandy slid through the water like sirens coming to rest near David. Tanya kneeled between his legs with her hands on his knees. Kayla and Mandy sat comfortably on either side of him stroking his shoulders and running their fingers through his shaggy hair.

“So, what is my prize?” Tanya asked smiling slyly.

“What do you want?”

Tanya thought for a moment and threw a questioning glance to both Mandy and Kayla. The Cheshire grins she received let her know they were game for whatever she could come up with.

“I want you to kiss my neck while you watch these lovely girls kiss behind me,” Tanya finally decided.

Kayla and Mandy left David’s side and met up a short distance from him. Mandy brushed a small strand of Kayla’s escort bahçelievler damp hair way from her face. That hand trailed down her neck, across her shoulder, down her arm to her waist. Kayla shuddered slightly. Mandy grabbed Kayla’s waist and pulled her close so their nipples brushed each other and hardened in anticipation.

Mandy laid a gentle kiss on Kayla’s mouth. Kayla responded with a sigh and parted her lips. Mandy took the invitation and ran her pink tongue across Kayla’s bottom lip, tasting her. Mandy darted her tongue between Kayla’s lips, thoroughly exploring her.

David and Tanya watched in admiration as the two tongues danced and the girls moaned. Tanya maneuvered herself until she was sitting in David’s lap. She could feel his swollen cock pinned against her hip.

“My turn,” she whispered.

David drew his eyes away from the action long enough to tilt Tanya’s head to the side and brush her red hair out of the way. He started slow, licking the salt and steam off of her skin, enjoying the flavor. Tanya sighed and relaxed against him. He ran one of his large hands up her back, the base of her neck, and grabbed a large handful of her hair. He jerked her head back, exposing her throat more. Tanya gasped in surprise but arched her back in pleasure. David latched on to her neck, biting and sucking, keeping his hand tight in her hair. His other hand rested on her hip, keeping her pulled tight against him. Kayla and Mandy looked over when she moaned, anxious to take things further. They resumed their positions at either side of him. Kayla’s hand crept to Tanya’s large breasts, gently pinching her nipples. Mandy climbed up on the marble ledge behind David and started licking and nibbling on his strong shoulders.

David smiled and pushed Tanya’s head forward. “What’s next,” he whispered into her mouth.

“You’re choice,” she trembled when he took her bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently.

“I want you to kiss Kayla like you want to fuck me.”

Tanya lifted heavy, lustful lids and slid out of David’s lap and straddled Kayla. Without hesitation she pressed her lips to Kayla’s, demanding that the other red head open her mouth or be bruised. Kayla parted her pouty lips hungrily and met Tanya’s tongue. Tanya braced herself, one hand on Kayla’s shoulder, the other lost in her curls so she could rock her hips into Kayla’s. Grinding into her gently while kissing her fiercely.

Mandy spread her legs wide and pulled David’s broad shoulders between them.

“I’m feeling left out,” she murmurs before tilting his head back and kissing him deeply.

“Let me see what I can do to remedy that,” David said spinning around to face Mandy. Rising up to his knees he took one of her large nipples into his mouth. Mandy tipped her head back with a small moan and trailed her hand down her stomach and between her legs. Finding herself slick and hot Mandy moaned her encouragement and David soon replaced her hand with his. David explored her gently with his fingers, gently palming her mound and pressing the heel of his hand against her clit. Mandy pushed her hips against his hand, begging for more with the soft sighs that escaped her lips. David rocked his hand slightly beginning a gentle rhythm. He watched the tension build in Mandy’s body. He worked his fingers along her slit. Playing gently with the few curls that he found there. Slipping a finger between the folds of her pussy, David found her more than ready. Covering his fingers with her juices he whispered, “I want you to taste yourself.”

Mandy hesitated slightly but took his fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. As she did so he dipped his head between her legs and lightly tongued her. She gasped and bit down gently on his fingers. Using his free hand he spread her lips and let his tongue dart out against her clit. Teasing it with his gently lapping. Withdrawing his hand from her mouth, David brought a finger to her core. He teased her entrance while he nibbled on her clit. Without warning he slid a finger inside her causing her to gasp and look at him in pleasant shock. When she relaxed upon his touch he withdrew it a little and then pushed it back in slowly enjoying the velvet feel of her.

A heavy moan caused David to pause. He looked over to where Kayla and Tanya were sitting. Tanya had her fingers between Kayla’s legs fucking her forcefully with three fingers. Pulling them out to the tips and then thrusting escort beyoğlu them back in brutally. Tanya dipped her head from Kayla’s swollen mouth and took one of her tawny nipples between her teeth biting down slowly only stopping when Kayla whimpered. She let up a little and then used her tongue to flick back and forth over the nub. Kayla’s moans became breathy and she sunk her hands into Tanya’s hair pushing her face harder to her breast. Tanya released her grip from Kayla’s nipple, “come for me, Kayla. Come all over my hand.”

Kayla lifted her hips in time to Tanya’s thrusts. Tanya reached her other hand between Kayla’s thighs and pinched her clit. Kayla cried out and shuddered as she came. Tanya stopped pinching and thrusting but kept the pressure there, forcing Kayla to ride the spasms. When Kayla quieted Tanya gently kissed her lips and poured some more champagne.

David returned his attention to Mandy’s pussy finding it hotter than before. He started moving his finger again. In and out and before long added a second. Mandy spread her legs wider, forcing his fingers deeper. He lapped at her, teasing licks meant to focus her.

“David, you’re driving me crazy,” Mandy groaned, “keep it up and I’m going to-“

David withdrew his fingers and placed his hands on the insides of her thighs forcing her legs open. He increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit and ran his nails along her thighs. Mandy cried out and sank her hands into his hair.

“Oh god! David! I’m going to come!”

With one last stroke of his tongue David brought Mandy into oblivion. He smiled against her pussy feeling her orgasm clench and release. He slid two fingers inside her and brought her again, Mandy’s pussy tightened around his fingers trying to milk them like she would his cock. When Mandy stopped trembling David rose up out of the water and fisted his massive erection. Running his hand from the base, along the length of his shaft and around the head before sliding back again. Tanya watched the movement over the rim of the champagne flute and licked her lips.

“Hey, Dan, come here a minute,” she beckoned.

Tanya set her glass on the edge and raised herself out of the water until it glistened and ran off her nipples. She smiled when David stood before her. His cock hung stiff and heavy but not as eager as it had been before. She grasped a hold of him pulling him closer, “I want you David, in my mouth and down the back of my throat.”

He groaned when she licked the head of him, tasting the sweet pre-cum the clung there, she licked him with soft caresses of her tongue feeling him grow harder with each stroke. When he was solid again she slid her lips around him, following along the underside of this shaft. Tracing his thick vein, easing sighs out of him. She sucked gently at first, taking her time, enjoying the sensation. She watched his skin flush with heat. He started to push his hips toward her, craving more contact, more pressure, and more stimulation. Tanya wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, holding him steady but allowing him room to move and trailed the other hand up his thigh to the heavy sack that hung between his legs. She caressed it gently, massaging and rubbing. She squeezed the hand around his cock and released. Tanya opened her mouth a little wider but kept her lips firm around him. She took him all the way until her face was nestled into the curls at his base. She smelled him then, inhaling deeply through her nose. She smelled the chemicals in the water but underneath was his scent. Slightly musky but very strong. The way a man should smell a smell that promised power and sex.

David groaned when he felt himself hit the back of her throat. She kept him there enjoying the sensation of being filled. Slowly she slid him out, sucking her way back off of his shaft. David brought his hands to her hair to keep her from removing him completely and urged her back. He pushed his hips forward and she relaxed to take all of him. Closing her eyes to enjoy him. David withdrew a little and pushed back in. He was surprised when Tanya didn’t protest. He continued to thrust into her mouth, slowly fucking her face. She purred around him, the vibrations humming through his hips, and he sped his tempo. She kept on hand on his knee for balance and the other gently stroking his balls. She could feel him getting closer to climax with each stroke.

Opening her eyes she looked up at him, his eyes were escort beşiktaş closed, his brow furled in concentration. She squeezed his knee to get his attention. When he looked down she moved the hand from his sack to her nipples. She pinched them roughly until they both hardened. When they were straining against her fingertips she moved her hand down her stomach to her clit. She teased herself with light strokes, making herself wet. When she brushed up against her sensitive nub she closed her eyes and moaned around his dick. David watched as she pinched and flicked her own clit and let out a small sound when she slid a finger inside herself. He pulled his dick from her mouth.

“Do that again,” he commanded.

Tanya withdrew her finger from her pussy and it glistened with something thicker than water. She slid it back slowly and moaned aloud.

Kayla and Mandy looked on with interest, curious about where the situation would go.

“Stand up,” David said, “and turn around.”

Tanya stood in the water and turned to face the marble ledge of the tub. She bent slightly and reached out to grasp the ledge, spreading her legs slightly. David moved up behind her and spread her legs even more. He placed the head of his cock against her entrance. She moaned and pushed herself back onto him. He resisted slipping his dick inside her and ran it through her lips instead, feeling the warmth of her. When the tip slid easily along her slit he placed it at her entrance again. He grasped her hips and pushed into her with a smooth stroke. He gritted his teeth at her body’s resistance to him.

When he was all the way in he groaned, “God you’re tight.”

Tanya twitched her hips, begging for more. He held her in place with his hands, refusing to move fore the moment, enjoying the feel of her.

Tanya felt him inside of her; buried so deep little movements like breathing had him brushing against her cervix. When she couldn’t take it anymore she clamped her muscles around him. David jerked in surprise; she moaned at the movement and pushed herself against him. David withdrew himself to the tip and thrust in again. He started slow, inch by gentle inch. Torturing her. He knew she was ready for a harsher rhythm but he wanted to enjoy it. He knew he would last long if he picked up the pace.

Mandy left her spot in the tub and moved herself under and in front of Tanya. She spared a glance at David admiring the movement of his muscles under his skin before fastening her mouth to Tanya’s kissing her roughly.

David sped his rhythm up, getting deeper inside of her. Kayla moved to his side and took his face into her hands for a deep kiss. David thrust harder into Tanya and Mandy reached for her clit. Tanya gasped into Mandy’s mouth at the new sensation. Mandy’s fingers swirled in lazy circles around her, the pressure constant and smooth.

David could feel the tension in Tanya’s body and knew she was getting close. He reached out and grabbed her hair jerking her lower lip from Mandy’s teeth and gave up all of his control. He pounded himself into her, taking her hard. Her breath came in ragged gulps and cries.

“David!” She cried out when her body seized. She screamed over and over in pleasure as she spasmed.

David could feel her muscles clench around him as she came, trying to bring him with her. It took every ounce of self-control and discipline he had from letting himself go deep inside of her and give into his own orgasm.

When her cries stopped he pulled himself out of her. Tanya whimpered as she sank to her knees in the warm water. Kayla and Mandy joined her there. Helping her stay up right.

“You didn’t…” Tanya rasped.

“No, I didn’t. I wanted you all to watch.”

David fisted his cock again. Sliding his hand up and down its length.

He took a step towards them. Tanya smiled when she realized what he wanted. She brushed her hair back over her shoulders and lifter her breasts in invitation. Mandy and Kayla followed suit and they all waited for him to shower them with his cum.

David stroked himself a couple more times anxious to give them what they wanted. He rocked his hips into his hand and his body exploded in its own orgasm. He could feel the great pulses in his cock sending jet after jet of his cum onto the three red heads waiting for it. He covered them with his seed and sank into the water with a groan.

Mandy brought him a glass of champagne, “that was quite the show.” His come still glistening on her chest.

He grinned weakly, “Yeah, it was a pleasure meeting you guys.”

They all rested in the warm water, finishing the champagne before hopping out to rinse each other off in the shower.

“Well, I can’t wait to see what happens when I get the kitchen finished,” Tanya laughed. “I’ll have to invite you all over for dinner.”

-Fin

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Sleep was also the only place George could have any peace—with the help of several martinis. And even though Donna still appeared in his dreams, at least in this version, she was being faithful to him. She came to him in the darkness of his bedroom, silhouetted by light from somewhere down the hall, in total naked splendor.

Slowly, she walked toward the bed and slid under the covers onto her back. He rolled over on top of her, their lips coming together in a tender, loving kiss. Her hand went down between them finding his semi-hard cock and stroking it softly to full erection. She continued twisting her palm around it, loving the feel of his instrument of pleasure in her hand, until her level of arousal was such that she had to have it inside her. Adeptly, she smeared oozing pre-cum all over the head with her thumb, then guided it into her waiting, wet pussy.

He fucked her slowly with even, measured thrusts, as only a man in love could with his woman. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her velvety vagina was so real he could barely believe this was a dream. Her whimpers in his ear were so crisp as to suggest she was existent. They increased their tempo slightly as they approached climax, and it was only when George erupted in a satisfying orgasm that he awoke to the startling realization that this was real and not a dream.

George’s first instinct was to stop as the memory of what he had witnessed in her bedroom flooded his mind. However, she was in the throes of her own orgasm, and even though his was subsiding, the incredible feeling of it was too powerful to allow him to halt.

It wasn’t until she was completely done and they could both begin to relax that he noticed streaks of daylight beginning to filter in through the heavily lined draperies that hung on the window.

The real shock came as the room lighted up a bit. George rolled over rapidly as though the beautiful face he was staring at was actually a gruesome ghost.

“Kendall!”

She merely smiled at him from a blissful fog.

“Kendall,” George repeated, “what are you doing here?”

Finally, she pulled herself to a somewhat sitting position.

He was momentarily distracted as her beautifully round breasts came into view. They were a tad smaller than her mother’s, but no less impressive to look at. He shook his head to brush off the constant influence of sex.

Kendall reached out to caress the side of his face. “Relax, George,” she said in her most seductive voice.

“Why are you here?” he demanded.

“To make things right,” Kendall answered calmly.

“By doing . . . doing . . . this?” George gestured to the bed.

“By making love to you?” she corrected. “Well, that wasn’t entirely my intention,” she admitted, “but I hoped it would happen. Ever since I watched you fuck my mother when we went on the picnic, I’ve wanted you.”

“You followed us?” he asked with incredulity.

“We both did. And ever since then, I’ve wanted to fuck you and Mark has wanted to fuck my mother.”

“And obviously my son has gotten his wish,” George said sharply, “all behind my back.” He shook his head and lay back down despairingly. “The woman I love and wanted to marry is cheating on me with my own son. I don’t know what’s going on here.”

“Well, to tell you the truth, George, this is my entire fault,” Kendall confessed.

“What?” George asked, confused, “What are you talking about?”

“First of all, did you know your wife taught Mark how to kiss?”

“What?” Now, he was even more confused as to why she was bringing this up. “Of course, I knew.”

“Do you know how she taught him?”

“What do you mean, how?”

“She taught him by actually kissing him; not a mother-son kiss, but a man and woman kiss.”

“Yes, I know,” George admitted impatiently. “What’s your point?”

“And you were okay with that?”

“Yes. My wife and I had a very open relationship.”

“Does that mean you are open-minded?”

“That’s exactly what it means.”

“So you were open-minded enough to share your son with your wife, but not your future wife,” Kendall stated as though it was a fact.

“I knew beforehand about my wife and my son. I was a part of the decision,” George clarified. “I didn’t find out by walking in on them.”

“So, if you had known up front, you wouldn’t be upset?”

“Kissing is a little less . . . intimate . . . than sex.”

“Did you know that Mark wanted to have sex with your wife? He thought it would have happened had she not taken a turn for the worse during the education she was giving him.”

George did not become indignant as Kendall suspected he would. That told her something during his extended silence.

Finally, he admitted, “We did discuss that as a method.”

“So, you are open-minded enough not to be bothered by, shall we say, non-traditional sex.”

“Non-traditional?”

“It would have been incest between your wife and your son, and what you witnessed sarıyer escort last night was multiple participants.”

“No, I’m not bothered by that.”

Kendall breathed her relief, sensing there was more to his answer, but not pressing it. She now felt she was halfway toward solving this situation. “Excellent. Now, let me explain how this was all my fault so you can forgive my mother and we can all move forward.”

“You think it’s going to be that easy?”

“I do. You see, George, my mother and I are very sexual women. We love sex; so much we’re even bi-sexual. Did you know that?”

“Your mother confessed to me that she had been with women a few times after breaking up with men she dated,”

“You okay with that?”

He nodded, allowing the smallest of smiles. “It’s a somewhat stimulating thought.”

“If you think that, wait until you actually see it. Did she tell you that she and I have sex together?”

That surprised him. “No.”

She went on quickly. “There was a time after I turned 18 when I thought I might be a lesbian. None of the boys at school really appealed to me. My mother and I were not modest around each other and I found her very attractive. After one of those evenings when she broke up with a guy, she came home more down than usual. She feared she was never going to find a man she could really love. I wanted to comfort her, and knowing she had turned to women on such occasions, I made myself available to her. She resisted, but I persisted. She finally gave in and from then on, we started having sex. I was content, but she kept telling me that I shouldn’t give up on boys.”

If Kendall had to guess, the expression on George’s face said that he was envisioning her and her mother having sex. This was further evidenced by an ever so slight growth of his cock, which he subtly tried to cover.

“Then you and Mark came along,” she continued, “and you and my mom concocted this story about he and I needing to spend time together to overcome our awkwardness over being with the opposite sex. We were watching a movie in which two teens our age were kissing passionately. I remarked that no one kissed that well. I thought he was bragging when he said he did. That led to a discussion in which he admitted his mother had taught him. I convinced him to show me. He resisted, but I persisted.” She smirked as she repeated that line. “He was right. In fact, he was so good, I wanted more. Again, he resisted, but I persisted. We had the most incredible sex I could ever imagine anyone having.”

Kendall paused to gauge George’s reaction. Once more, she surmised that he was visualizing the scenario in his mind. She considered that a positive sign.

“Mark and I plotted the picnic,” Kendall confessed, “hoping we would have a chance to be alone. We thought it strange when you and my mom wanted to take a hike alone. So, we followed. I have to tell you, George, that watching the two you against that rock was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. It made Mark and I so horny that while we were watching you, he fucked me from behind. What do you think about that?”

“You really are a little hussy,” he noted, but with no animosity.

She poked her breasts out, making them really stand up. “Does that excite you?”

Of course, his eyes went to her tits, but he quickly tried to re-focus. “That’s what you’d like, isn’t it? So, I’m going to take a wild guess that your study session was anything but.”

“We learned more about pleasing one another.”

“And to think that we were concerned about the two of you getting along,” George remarked.

“So much so, you encouraged us not to date each other.”

“Well, that’s now irrelevant.”

“The fact is, George, Mark and I love each other—very much. And just so you know, it’s not just about sex. He’s everything I could want in a boy. And equally as important, he’s nothing like all the lecherous boys at school that turned me off to boys in the first place.”

“I see. So that explains the two of you wanting to go to the same college and wanting to share an apartment.”

“We felt you and mom would eventually come around to us dating. But then, when you asked her to marry you, making us step-brother and step-sister, we knew the only way we could have a relationship was to move away where we weren’t known.”

“Young love; ain’t it grand.”

“Please don’t make fun,” she pleaded. “We really do love each other.”

“I guess I suspected something was going on as quickly as you two hit it off,” George mused. “And Mark has been acting differently. Why didn’t you just come to us and tell us. We realized that if the two of you decided you wanted to date we couldn’t or wouldn’t stop you.”

“I’m sorry; I don’t have an answer for that.”

George nodded his understanding. “I can accept that. You can’t always help who you fall in love with. But that only explains you and Mark.”

“The Friday halkalı escort night you took mom out to ask her to marry you but were unexpectedly called in to work, she came home really down. She had really been looking forward to the two you spending the night together. In a word, she was very horny.”

“That was the same night Mark rescued you from friends who were going drinking, right? Is that what really happened?”

“Not so much,” Kendall answered honestly.

“So, the two of you went to your house thinking we would be gone all night,” George surmised.

“That’s correct. But of course, mom was already there. The three of us sat on the sofa talking. We could see she was disappointed. I could also see that the way she was dressed—you remember, that tight blue sweater dress?”

“Yes,” George said, recalling Donna in it. “She looked amazing.”

“Yeah, well, I could tell Mark thought so too, and it didn’t take me long to realize that the lump in his pants wasn’t for me. I know that mom noticed it also, and in her state, at that time, she was a little fixated on it. At that point, something suddenly made sense to me. I had discovered earlier in the evening that mom had walked in on Mark and I having sex when we were supposed to be studying, but she never did say anything. The reason, which I later confirmed, was that she was so aroused from watching us, she couldn’t say anything without giving herself away. That further explains her disappointment that your evening was interrupted. She had been so aroused from watching us that she couldn’t wait for you to satisfy her.

“So, there the three us were, sitting on the sofa and the sexual tension was becoming so thick we could hardly stand it. Had Mark not been there, I would have comforted my mother as I had done before, and we would have ended up making love. And what occurred to me was why couldn’t we both comfort her? So, without further thought, I blatantly started something and I strongly encouraged mom to participate. Of course, she resisted, but—”

“Uh, let me guess, you persisted.”

“See, you’re starting to understand.”

“And Mark willingly went along with this?” George wanted to know.

“He was very concerned about doing something behind your back. He resi—, well, you know the drill.”

“How many other guys have you and your mother—”

“None,” Kendall quickly answered, almost anticipating the question. “And just so you know, Mark was my first and I was his. And my mother doesn’t sleep around. She’s a one man woman.”

“And you don’t consider her with Mark—”

“It’s different. She doesn’t go looking for it. He was there, I pushed her.”

“But what does it say that she didn’t resist?” George countered.

“As I’ve said, George, we are very sexual women. We need and want a lot of sex. Once you two were married, you wouldn’t have been able to keep up. Mark can fill in the gaps. To be truthful, the kind of family we’re hoping for is one where we all participate. There may come nights when you want to fuck me and not her, or both of us together.” She could see him visualizing that and it was giving him a rise. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Well, of course, it’s appealing, but . . .” He shrugged. “And Mark’s in agreement with that?”

“He likes the idea and he really would if he knew you were.”

“So, when was anyone going to tell me?”

“We first wanted to determine if you were open-minded, and if so, how open-minded you are.”

“Look, I like sex as much as the next guy,” George explained. “I’m not opposed to threesomes and foursomes. Hell, I’ll even admit that my wife and I talked about swinging, before she got sick. And with her teaching Mark, well, obviously incest is not an issue. But we were always open and honest about our sexual desires.”

“I can appreciate that,” Kendall agreed. “My mother and I didn’t plan for any of this to happen the way it did—it just happened. There was never any intent to deceive you. Would we have liked for you to have been a part of it? Hell yeah. Do we still want you to be a part of it? More than ever.” She leaned in and put her hands on his shoulders. “We are all very sorry and we regret that you had to find out the way you did. My mother said she attempted to tell you yesterday at lunch, but was interrupted.”

George nodded, recalling the beginning of that conversation.

Kendall went on. She was on his right side and kept her left hand on his right shoulder while casually dropping her right hand to his left thigh. “As I said, I felt I was at fault for the evolution of this situation, and these things can escalate out of control if something isn’t done right away, so this morning, while my mom and Mark were still sleeping, I awoke, snuck Mark’s keys and drove his car over here, hoping this is where you were. I know you still love my mom and she loves you, and Mark and I love the two of you very much also. Again, I’m very sorry about escort bakırköy the way you found out about this, but since it’s not the situation that you’re upset about, do you think you can find it in your heart to forgive us and let’s get back to the way we were?” She eased her hand ever so slowly up his thigh toward his again fully erect cock.

Watching her hand, but making no attempt to stop it, George asked, “Is that your fallback plan? Seduce me?”

“No, I’m just anxious to fuck you again,” she answered very straight forward. “I have a feeling it wasn’t me you thought you were fucking the first time. I want to see how good it will be when you know you’re fucking me.”

George grinned, shaking his head. “You and your mother really are oversexed. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised that Mark couldn’t resist Donna.”

“Don’t sell yourselves short,” Kendall countered, her fingertips making contact with his scrotum. “You and Mark are pretty irresistible too.”

Nodding pensively, George asked, “So, what will happen one night when I’m away on business, and you and Mark are up at college, and your mom is so horny she can’t stand it?”

“She won’t go out looking for another man, that’s for sure,” Kendall reported without doubt. “Or a woman. She’d fly to wherever you are, or if that was not possible, drive to the other end of the state to be with us. But she wouldn’t do it with a stranger.”

“And you’re so certain of this, why?”

“Because with all of the guys she’s dated, she never once cheated on any of them, regardless the length of the relationship. And just so you know, while I have emphasized how sexual mom and I are, it doesn’t mean we can’t control ourselves. Given your scenario, she would most likely just attack whomever of us arrived home first. And oh what fun that would be: my mother so horny she couldn’t think straight.”

Kendall now had his balls in her hand and was about to roll them around, but she saw that George seemed to be lost in thought. Not knowing if it was because of what she was doing or if he was mulling over their discussion, she halted, even removing her hand to make certain it was the latter, and if so, to give him a few minutes.

When he grimaced five minutes later, she could wait no longer. “Well?”

* * *

Donna awoke with a start, uncertain what caused it. Her sudden movement also shook Mark to wakefulness. He rose up on his elbow and turned to look at Donna. They regarded each other momentarily, distracted for an instant by their nudity, until the horrible events of the previous evening were frighteningly restored in their memories. The sudden change in their otherwise hollow expression indicated they’d both achieved the realization simultaneously.

“What are we going to do?” Mark asked helplessly.

Donna could only shrug. “Where’s Kendall?”

“I don’t know.” Mark tilted his head up to listen for the shower or any other telltale sounds. The house was quiet. He eased off the bed, suddenly ashamed of his nudity, and quickly scrambled for his clothes. He vaguely recalled stripping in the hallway, and dressed as he recovered each item.

Reaching the kitchen and living areas, Kendall was nowhere to be found. Donna was instantly behind him, having donned one of her skimpy robes. As Mark secured his belt, he realized that his pants were a bit lighter. A quick check of his pockets told him his keys were missing. He stepped over to a window, lifted a slat in the blinds, and was not really surprised that his car was gone.

“She took my keys and my car,” Mark reported.

“Where could she have gone?”

“Only one place I can think of.”

“Your house,” Donna concluded.

“She always believed that she started all of this sexual activity.”

“So, she went to there to attempt to fix it,” Donna finished as though they were thinking with one mind. “Give me a minute to throw some clothes on.”

Minutes later, in Donna’s car, Mark said worriedly, “I hope she doesn’t fuck it up worse.”

“You really think she would?”

“Not intentionally. But I’ve never seen my dad so angry. He might not be his usual rational self.”

“Well, whatever it is, we deal with it as best we can.”

Despite that seemingly calm statement, Mark could hear the tension in her voice. However, her face gave nothing away. One thing he did notice: as terrified as they both were about what they were facing, and as quickly as she had thrown herself together—no make-up, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, white button-up shirt, no bra as evidenced by the impression of her nipples against the material and the outline of her dark areola—she was still beautiful. “I have to tell you this. Some women are beautiful because they dress fashionably, wear carefully applied make-up and fix their hair just right, but see them without any of that and you wish you hadn’t. You, on the other hand, even as disheveled as you are now are beautiful regardless.”

Donna allowed a smile to surface through the misery she was trying hard to conceal. “Thank you, Mark, that’s very sweet.”

“I love you and Kendall. I really do. I’ve already lost one woman who was very important to me. It wasn’t fun. I don’t want to lose another. Even if my dad doesn’t come around today, I’m going to keep working on him until he does.”

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Innocence

The sun, its warmth, the sound of ocean waves, the sand and the breeze all let me know I was nowhere near home. As I laid out in the heat and let my skin feel alive once again, I kept my eyes closed and thought about how much I needed this vacation. It was overdue and I mentally made a note not to let it happen again. I had let myself get so deep into work and career that I had come close to burning out.

My life at forty was going well by some standards, but it was also a bit of a mess. On the executive career track at the company, my MBA finally paying off, I was putting in long hours and had paid the price. Several prices actually. My marriage had flamed out when I found my husband cheating two years earlier and the divorce was bitter and costly. Making a lot more money than he did turned out to not be such an advantage after all. Paying him alimony was a constant thorn. I had tried to make time for him, but he never could adjust to my success and had taken to playing around with my money, while I was away on business. When he started playing around the neighbourhood, I was taken aside by an irate husband down the street and the jig was up. The thought that my ex was still having a rollicking good time off of my support, was something I just had to let go. It never seemed to let go. Never having time for children as I worked my way up the ladder, was another price I had paid. Well, at least I wasn’t paying child support as well.

At forty, I was still a “fine figure of a woman” as my last boyfriend had said. I had managed to maintain my slim figure with my still firm A-cup breasts. I had a conventionally pretty face and kept my hair short but neatly styled. My last boyfriend thought I was more like thirty in appearance, but he also wouldn’t put up with a girlfriend who was gone half the time and tired the other half. Why did the men seem to be able to run the world, have a life and still have energy? Because, I thought, they ran the world but the women did the work. At least it seemed that way at the company. All of my business ideas were taken into consideration, passed up and then came back as some guy’s idea that I had to implement. It was one of the costs of doing business. I paid the costs. I did try to work out at least twice a week, and always did so when on the road, as it kept me out of the bars and lounges, with their ever present lounge lizards ready to feed. Admittedly, on the road, I had on a few occasions let some guy seduce me, pretending to not know how they played the game. But that was only after the separation. The sex was all right, and on one very special occasion, an older gentleman showed me what a truly skilled lover can do for a woman.

Slow, rhythmic and sultry thrusts, steady and continuous, for what seemed like hours had given me more deep orgasms than I had believed possible. He had played me like I was a fine violin, effortlessly moving me from position to position, his older, poorly muscled body doing what no young lover had ever done for me. His “old man cock”, thick and not all that hard, was massaging in me, not unlike a large and soft toy. Occasionally applying more lube, as I couldn’t possibly stay wet for that amount of time, he masterfully gave my vagina a sexual feast, complete with hor’s deurves, several entrées and dessert. And when he finally shuddered and stiffened, his penis in to the hilt, his face a grimace almost of pain, he came in me and came, until I thought he was faking but it was real. As he finally withdrew his condom covered penis I could see more semen in it than I might normally see in a month. Ever the gentleman, he took care of it himself, discreetly covering it with some tissue, a quick toss in the waste basket and then kissed and caressed, spoke softly of pleasant things and cuddled as we both drifted off to sleep. Where did the men like this hide in my city?

I lay on the beach, my large towel under me, a bottle of water and sunscreen beside me and the sun above. I was in a two piece suit, but appropriate for my age. The older women at the resort, who liked their Wicked Weasels, seemed a bit, well, like they were trolling. It wasn’t specifically a “clothing optional” resort, but several women were tanning with their tops off. Apparently no one made a fuss. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. Today, I would just tan and chill. Footsteps in the sand and I came back. I opened my eyes to the glare of the sun and with my sunglasses helping I could see a couple walking by just below my feet. He was very tanned, like a man who lived in the sun. About mid fifties, grey hair, an enormous diamond on one hand flashing in the sun, and not all that fit, flabby actually. The woman was similarly tanned, her skin prematurely aged, and she had several sparklers flashing. She also had a tiny G string bottom, and no top. Her hips looked ridiculously large for her choice of bikini bottom and her large floppy pendulous breasts moved from side to side as she walked. She was not very attractive, even with the diamonds. The man gave me a long mecidiyeköy escort and studied look, slowing his gait as he went by. He raised his eye brows a bit and tilted his head. He obviously liked what he saw. I closed my eyes and waited while he walked away, feeling like I was on display. I was, but I didn’t appreciate his leer.

I had been at the resort for three days. The first day I was tired from travel and just rested by the pool. The resort nightlife didn’t appeal at all that night and I went to sleep early and alone. The second day, rested and ready, I had walked the beach in the morning letting my life slow to the rhythm of the waves. In the afternoon I went horseback riding at the resort stables and took in a guided ocean ride, letting the horse walk and trot in the water until I was soaked and laughing. Riding bareback in the waves, I could feel the power of the horse, its rigid spine working against my labia and clitoris. Without trying to attract attention I purposely let my body rock as the horse trotted through the ocean, and after several minutes felt an orgasm starting. Trying to maintain facial composure I let it take me and the continued motion of the horse under me brought on another, then a third. God, what was I doing? Thankfully the ocean water had already soaked my shorts so at least my gush of fluids was not apparent. The guide gave me a special smile and I realized that he must have noticed. Then I also realized he had probably seen this daily. No wonder the ocean rides were so popular with women. I wondered how many riders of my gender all hot and bothered from the ride had continued to ride with the guide. None of my business, I thought. What happens on vacation…

That evening, I dressed in a casual sun dress, low heeled sandals and went to the nightclub to let my hair down. I danced, checked out the guys and let several bring me a complimentary drink and considered having a casual sex session. Most of the people there were couples but there were also enough singles to make for a marketplace. I enjoyed the posturing, the flirting and the music. Several times I watched as a woman would flash a breast and the flashing got better as the night and the free alcohol progressed. It seemed like everyone there was in a sexy mood, and I felt myself get caught in it. A couple of young women there were kind of playing a game of truth or dare. As the night went on, the dares became more and more risqué. Flashing breasts gave way to serious dirty dancing and flashes of panties. Most of the men were glued to the show, even if some of the women were unhappy that they were. A young man asked me to dance. As soon as we were on the floor, his hands went to my ass and he held me tight to grind his bulging tented pants to my pubic area. With several drinks on board and with the location, I actually ground back. He beamed at me thinking he just might have a score for the night. I wasn’t sure so I just let it continue. He had noticed I was by myself and asked me to sit at his table. I thought, why not, it was part of the entertainment. There were several others there, all younger than me and he seemed the only one unattached. We chatted, laughed, danced and drank. The truth or dare show continued and it became obvious that the two young women had removed their panties. They were getting less and less inhibited and were clutching themselves and rubbing each other, laughing and carrying on as if this was routine. The guys at the table were wide eyed and thoroughly enjoying the performance. The girls made a few catty comments, then got into it and got up and did some dirty dancing as well. It all seemed like fun and even I tried a bit of it, giving the guy a quick drop of my sundress top to expose a bra enclosed breast, and giving him an “oops” childlike look. He smiled and danced behind me, rubbing up to my ass and holding one arm around my middle, let the other run up and down my thigh, finally lifting the dress bottom to flash my lacy ice blue panties.

Back at the table I let him put his hand on my knee and wondered how long he would take to move it closer to the object of his affection. It wasn’t long. As one of the now very drunk truth or dare girls was stroking her exposed vulva and the other dropped down to give her some quick oral, he moved up my thigh and under the dress, to run his fingers up and down my pussy. I let him, even to the point of putting my own hand down to move aside the panties. He tried to pretend we weren’t making out at the table and did reasonably well. With all eyes on the girl-girl oral show, he put a finger to my now very moist vagina and massaged. I held his hand, pushing it to me firmly and just watched the show. As the crowd cheered on the girls, he worked as well as he could and I felt a thrill and a chill go up my spine. His palm was massaging my hardening clit and I was sure that only a few minutes would produce an orgasm. Unfortunately, the oral show ended fairly quickly and both girls just raised their arms and danced around bayan escort each other. As faces turned back, he quickly moved his hand to my knee. Yes, I was going to get laid tonight and felt very good about it. It was only then that I asked him his name. “Phil,” he said.

“Kathy. Pleased to meet you, Phil.”

Another drink, a few more dances, each one more sexual than the last and the guy was almost shaking, he was so turned on. “My room or yours?” he asked his voice husky and urgent. “Mine” I answered. I was reasonably sure he had condoms, but I knew I did and my favourite lube was there as well.

He wasn’t able to keep his hands off me as we went up to my suite. I knew everyone at the nightclub was well aware of our intentions. So what? I was on vacation. The sex was a disaster. The guy, about mid twenties, not much taller than me, not very fit and with little knowledge of how to pleasure a woman, seemed so hopeless after the older gentleman lover. His idea of oral was to stick his tongue out and shake his head back and forth over my clit. Where did he learn that? He ignored my breasts, didn’t pay any attention to kissing or caressing and seemed bent on getting his rocks off and then getting out. His penis was average length I guessed but slim. It felt okay but nothing like the thicker penis that had pleasured me so well. Despite having a rock hard erection, he felt…..inadequate in me. He came quickly, long before I felt much and lay on his back, panting. After a few minutes, during which I felt cheated, he said, “Give me a few minutes and I’ll fuck you some more.” So romantic, this one, I thought. I realized he wanted me to deal with the condom so I tried to remove it sensually but he just slipped it off and tossed it aside.

“Suck me hard and I’ll really fuck you.”

‘As if’ was all I thought, but I got up, went to the bathroom and returned with a warm damp cloth to clean his semen from his penis. Somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to suck it off of him.

I gave him oral, slowly and sensuously, as best I could, hoping that maybe he would learn something. After about ten minutes of this, he seemed impatient. His penis was almost fully erect and he obviously wanted to get back to fucking. I put a second condom on him and he asked me to “assume the position”. Knowing what it meant but irritated at his attitude, I did get on all fours and offered him my back way, after quickly applying a bit of lube to my vagina opening. He quickly started thrusting into me, slapping his hips against my cheeks. After about one half of a minute he was bucking at me like a high school kid.

“Fuck, this is good. Fuck, you have an ass!” With that he withdrew and put the head of his penis to my ass and pushed roughly. Damn, but this guy was a jerk! My ass didn’t take him of course, and it hurt.

“Stop, not like that”, was all I said and turned over. I was okay with anal, but not like this.

I was about to tell him how to do it properly when he said, “I thought all you older women loved it up the ass. What’s wrong with you?”

That was it. “Get out, right now.” I got up, went to the closet and put on my robe. He was still on the bed.

“Cock teasing bitch,” he muttered and got up, put on his pants and glared at me. “Fuck! My first older piece of ass and you turn out to be a fucking cock teasing cunt!” After several more outbursts of crude vindictive he left, leaving the door open. I closed and locked it, leaned back against it and tilted my head back against the door and let my breathing slow. It was absolutely the worst sexual experience I had ever had. I showered, and paying particular attention to washing away any trace of him from my unfulfilled pussy, I just seethed.

“Fucking little shit head” I muttered and got out of the shower. Masturbating was out of the question. I was too angry. I poured a drink from my supply and sat in the easy chair, wearing only the robe, put my feet up and picked up the TV remote.

I turned on the set, went to movies, adult movies and then the selection. It was extensive. I seldom watched porn but it seemed like a release. I picked a title and watched the usual array of porn offerings. Huge tits, amazing cock, blow, fuck and the requisite cream on her face. Gangbang with the girl drenched in cum. Two guys, one girl and the inevitable double entry scene. Two massive cocks, stretching both pussy and ass, the girl moaning in ecstatic pleasure. Two girls, one guy, who fucks like a machine on overdrive. The inevitable girl-girl scene with two women, in make up, serious hair and loads of jewellery, skanky clothes and high heels, who never seem to take off the heels. At least the women seem to be okay at giving each other oral. And finally, the two ended dildo scene with both women having endless orgasms.

Porn made, produced and directed by men, for the male audience. No wonder the guy I had kicked out earlier was so bad.

Two drinks, more porn and I was finally ready to sleep. maslak escort Almost mechanically I massaged my self to an orgasm and fell asleep. I awoke in the morning with a headache, vague memories of disturbing dreams and a renewed appreciation for decent lovers. Another quick shower, breakfast by the pool and now I was on the beach.

Knowing I was likely to run into the guy who was such a disappointment, I considered how to handle any negative comments. “You’re an immature jerk” seemed to work.

In the afternoon, I decided to get out of the resort and explore. The surrounding area was considered safe, if you weren’t looking for trouble and didn’t stay past sundown. I walked through a market, admiring the locally made crafts. A beautiful wrap caught my eye. I put it on and admired myself in a mirror. Only minor bargaining so as to not look too stupid and it was mine. The older teen girl at the table smiled and said, “It was made for you, Senorita.” I smiled back. Instead of putting it in a bag, I decided to wear it as a sash and walked away. Some more looking at jewellery, clothing, leather goods and I was ready to walk back to the resort. To my surprise, the table where I purchased the wrap was now being looked after by an older woman and the younger one was not there. As I walked out of the market, a hand took mine. It was the girl.

“My aunt was pleased at how much you paid, Senorita. She let me go early.” She smiled again and I smiled back, touched by her child like innocence. She walked with me and chatted about her aunt, how she worked at the table sometimes and what school was like. She looked to be about late teens but acted younger. She had a child like manner that made me think she might just be handicapped in some way. She was treating me like we were old friends, instead of strangers who just met. I chatted with her, wondering if it was appropriate to be walking her away from her aunt.

“You are a very nice girl, but don’t you think you should be getting back to your aunt?”

“No, Senorita, I can play now until I want to go home.” She had yet to let go of my hand and I felt like I was walking with a child of eight, not an older teenager.

“You are from the resort, Senorita? I have never been. It is for,” she paused, thinking of the word, “from away…”

“Tourists?” I offered.

“Si… you know.” She was really not mentally a teenager. That was obvious. “Can you show me the resort?” Her eyes beamed like a child on Christmas morning.

“Don’t you think we should ask your aunt? She will worry.”

“No, I come back later. She will know.” I thought ‘what harm then’ and we walked the distance to the resort chatting like school girls. She was very pretty, big bright eyes and a wonder about the world I almost hoped would never go away. Her hand was still clutching mine.

“What is your name,” I asked.

“Isabella, “she said.

“I’m Kathy.”

We walked around the resort and her eyes grew bigger. She had obviously never seen swimming pools, manicured lawns, gleaming bright buildings and resort staff in crisp white and red uniforms. “Your room, Senorita, which one is it?”

“Would you like to see it'” I asked, enjoying her banter and happiness.

“Oh…please, yes.” And we went to the room, her eyes registering a bit of confusion at the elevator. When the door opened and we were on a different floor, she clapped her hands. I opened my door and we went in, the room immaculate after the housekeeping staff had been through. She walked around, wide eyed at the room with a large bed, comfortable furniture and carpeting. “Senorita, you must be a princess.”

“No,” I laughed, “just another tourist.” There was bottled water on the desk and I opened a bottle and poured her a glass. She took it and sipped hesitantly, then smiled when she recognized water. There were many things here new to her. We continued to chat and I found it hard to picture an older teenager when she was so much younger inside. Her body was slim. Her hips were narrow but not childish. Her breasts were slightly bigger than mine and plainly not surrounded by a bra. They were firm and self-supporting, as if they were just swelling. She was wearing a simple skirt and a tee shirt that was partially covered by a traditional native vest. Her long black hair shone in the sunlight. She really was a beautiful young woman, an older teen going on eight. I wondered what her life would be like.

“Are you hungry at all,” I asked.

She looked around and said, “yes, but there is no kitchen.”

I gave a little laugh and said,” That isn’t a problem. We can just call for some food.” She looked sceptical but nodded. I got out the room service menu and asked, “How about some dinner.” It was about five in the afternoon.

“But what is there here?” she asked. I gave her the menu but it was quickly apparent she couldn’t read it.

“How about some pizza?” I asked, thinking that would be a safe bet.

“What is pizza?” was the reply.

I smiled again and said, “You will like it.” I called and ordered the pizza, some salad and a bottle of chilled white wine for me and milk for her. When the food arrived she was ecstatic. She liked the pizza and was hungry, eating most of it while I had some salad and sipped the wine.

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Here’s the next part of our summer encampment story. I think I was 23, and Sashi was 19 at the time…

Now, an Eskimo tribe is a pretty free society, and I wasn’t shy about being nude: heck, everybody in our tribe has seen me naked and I have personal experience with many of the boys in my age group. Also, a firelight orgy was all but tradition on this, the first evening of our spring encampment, but here was somebody I didn’t even know watching me fuck, and it was a little embarrassing. This guy was actually getting a blow job from my best friend and watching me intently at the same time, basically ignoring his own dick and the girl attached to it, like they were just a background event.

I was the main event. Eddie was putting his dick in me and he was on a roll. I was on all fours and getting rammed hard enough that my tits were swinging every which way, slapping me in the face. It was going to be a while so I decided to strike up a conversation, cut the ice, so to speak: “Know Sorkai?”

New guy said, “Yep, we met last year. He said I should come and stay by your tribe this summer, meet his sister, Sasha.”

“So, did you meet her yet?”

“Actually no; he said she was going to be here tonight, so I don’t know what happened. I suppose I’m not likely to find her now!”

I laughed. “Actually, that’s her, sucking your cock right now!” I said, and with that, Sashi popped off, looked up at him, gave a big smile and a little wave and then got back to şişli escort business.

“Oh God! Well, nice to meet you!”

“Nieh ou mee woo nhoo, …Boris.” she hummed back, electing to talk with her mouth full this time, coming off just long enough to say his name, probably for my benefit. She pulled a hair off her tongue, licked her lips and continued: “Yikes, where are my manners? Boris,” (and with this, she addressed his wet meat, like it could understand her), “…meet Umaiapik. Umi, meet my new boyfriend Boris. And that’s Eddie, back there. Now…” …and she returned her attention to her favorite piece of Boris.

Sashi was really good, better than me. I was pretty sure she’d finish him, but not for a long time. At the first sign of eruption, she’d slow way down, so she could play with it for the longest possible time. Several guys I knew had a love/hate relationship with Sashi’s blowjobs, because they knew she’d torture them for an hour. Pretty nice torture though. Right now Boris was getting the high suction treatment and he thought he was probably going to finish any second.

Sashi wasn’t having any of that: she pulled off and took a long hard look at the wet member, palming it from underneath with her hand splayed out flat, like she was carrying a tray of drinks. It looked red-purple and ready to fire, twitched once…

“Nuht-ah.” Sasha said flicking the tip, hard, with three fingernails of her other hand, intending osmanbey escort to slow him down with a little pain. I knew from past demonstrations that he’d better behave or she’d do worse, mercilessly. But Boris was with the program. He took a couple of deep breaths and squnched his eyes shut for a moment, calming down.

“That’s better, gooood.” she approved, running one finger back and forth behind the corona. “C’mere, so Umi can see better.” She popped up to a stand, closing her hand to a tourniquet grip, and sashaying over to right in front of me, leaving Boris to waddle frantically after her as best he could, to keep his dick from leaving without him. Sasha lay down on her side, fadcing away from me, and pulled Boris to his knees.

Now I was staring right down the barrel of his gun, where I could see every vein. I noticed his balls were wet with Sashi’s spit, and sweat slicking down the fine hair on his stomach. Up on one elbow, Sashi could reach his cock, and she was after it again. She would bob down on it deep, suck slowly off, pulling hard, her cheeks hollow, then off with an audible “plup” and lick around underneath, where she could look over at me, eyes laughing. I was wrong, she was gonna finish him soon, and make sure he came all over my face. Eddie could tell it too, I knew, because he sped up from my favorite rhythm to his, hoping to encourage his orgasm right away.

At first that might not seem generous of Eddie, escort bayan taksim but this was a familiar pattern, a game. Sashi and I used to “race boys,” to see who could squirt cum on the other girl first. In fact, we did it sort of a lot! The boys figured out the game quickly enough, and did their best to participate. Of course Eddie knew the game and Sash & I both knew when he pulled out that she’d lost. He lurched up beside me, gasping, and straddled Sashi’s waist, sitting on her hip and stroking his flailing cock, leaning back and spurting right onto her breasts. Sashi squealed and tried to squirm away, but it was in jest: rules were she had to sit there and take it. Eddie rose up to his knees so he could finish right in her face, and I laughed, sorta. That dick was supposed to be in ME right now.

Sashi fought through the sleetstorm and kept stroking, using one hand to transfer cum from her face to Boris’ dick, and the other to milk out the rest of what Eddie had left. Now what was I supposed to do? I never did like this game, all that much. Boris started to cum, but he’d lost the race, so I didn’t *have* to let him spray it on me and I didn’t much feel like it, so I got weakly to my feet and stepped over a little closer to the fire, arms wrapped around my chest, not so much because I was cold. The other three were laughing, Eddie not so much and looking at me sideways: he knew I’d been cheated and was plotting how to make it up to me, probably.

I looked across the fire, saw another couple humping away, and a couple of boys drinking quietly and trying hard not to look like they were paying all their attention to the sexplay, but they were of course: boys after all…

A wide red-black shadow caught my eye at the perimeter of the firelight, Sorkai…

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Last night my roommate Paula brought this hunk named Randall home with her from the bar. Randall was so tall; he had to duck to get through the doorway. He had beautiful long black curly hair, deep blue eyes and huge muscles. She told me he was a movie cowboy. He was a walking wet dream for every woman in the neighborhood.

She led him with a smile for me, into her bedroom by his bulging cock. I heard her laugh and say “Did I do this to you?” He groaned out an answer and I could hear the slurping of my roommate as she licked and sucked him. I moved the picture that covered the spy hole in our adjoining wall so I could watch.

The cowboy was standing pressed against the bedroom door. Paula was on the ground her sweatshirt was pushed up and her tits were wrapped around his huge member. She had opened her mouth and stretched to its limit, she was sucking for her life. I could see the bulge of the head buried deep inside her throat. I envied that woman more than usual.

He poured out his juices in minutes and growled, “Damn woman that was the best blow job I have had in months.”

Finished with his speech, he lifted her off her feet, ripped the thong off her body and threw her flat on the bed, legs hanging over the side. I figured now I get to see him return the favor and wondered how good he was at the job of making a woman come. He surprised both of us by picking up her legs holding them over his shoulders and jamming his huge cock all the way in to her over stretched pussy. I heard the breath as it escaped from her lungs in one big whoosh. He pulled back and did it again and she was in the escort middle of a major climax. He smiled, and settled down to a long slow leisurely fuck. I guess he figured she was happy so he had all night. He reached and started mauling her tits pulling them up, rolling them hard between his fingers and pop letting them snap back.

Paula head thrown back whipping it from side to side was muttering garble I couldn’t understand. She was in permanent climax from what I could see and each one was longer and stronger than the one before. I could see the muscles in her stomach ripple as she came for him repeatedly.

After about ten minutes, he flipped her over and onto her hands and knees. He coated his fingers with her free flowing juices then pushed one then another into her ass. Once he had her ass full he then jammed his cock back into her wet and stretched pussy. I thought she was overexcited before, she howled begging him to stop, to not stop, reaching to jam him deeper and pleading with him to push another finger into her ass. He obliged and told her to start teasing her clit. She reached with her hand and the minute she touched it she was so far gone she collapsed onto the bed.

He grinned pulled out and jerked off until he covered her sweated naked back with several spurts of juice. He then massaged it into her skin kissed her ass cheeks and pulled his jeans on as he grabbed the rest of his clothes and headed for the bedroom door.

I managed to pull my fingers out of my shorts and meet him in the hall. “Bathroom is over there if you want to clean up?”

He grinned sex hikaye and reached out and pulled me to him. Yanking my head back by my ponytail, he jammed his mouth down on mine. I gave in and gave up and then I was putty to do with as he pleased.

He pushed me to the floor and unzipped his jeans. I didn’t hesitate. I cleaned him up. Doing my cleanup was making him hard and shiny wet.

“Now he drawled whatever should we do with this?”

I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Fuck me senseless with it.” He smiled and picked me up and we went back into my room. He sniffed, looked around saw the hole and laughed. “No wonder your so horny, well now pint size it’s your turn to ride the pony.”

I don’t think I mentioned I am 5 foot even and wear a size six. I came up to his belly button. He was going to be surprised when he undressed me however cause my 34 breasts were a double d that’s why I wore such baggy shirts all the time. Compared to Paula we are opposites I have short red hair, green eyes and freckles, she is tall, model thin and hair the color of ripe wheat in the Kansas sun.

Cowboy pulled my sweatshirt off, dropped my shorts, stood back, and whistled. I grinned, he hadn’t whistled at Paula or bothered to take off her shirt. I said, “thank you.”

He knelt and I felt his mouth on my wet center of delight. I had time to think he hadn’t done that to Paula when I felt his fingers inside me and I flooded him with juices. He pushed something cold into my ass and suddenly I felt a stream of lubrication and his fingers followed. I was nişantaşı escort orgasmic all the time I was dreading the ordeal to come. I like anal sex, so I relaxed, and pushed back, and opened myself to him. He rewarded me by biting, kissing, and paddling my ass as he opened me up and then he was there.

I felt the push and heard the pop I was stretched further than any man had ever done. He swore and told me to lay still. “You’re so tight and hot I am almost ready to lose it now and we can’t have that lovely lady, I want to take you with me. I wanted that ass the minute I saw it when I came in.”

Meanwhile his fingers were plundering my pussy and each climax was higher than the one before. I didn’t know when I could think at all if I would live through anything bigger.

He started to move and I couldn’t do anything but mewl like a kitty looking for its mommy. He was swearing under his breath and telling me how wonderful my hot tight ass felt on his hard cock. He was also paddling me each crisp slap resounding in the room to my yelp of pain and moan of pleasure. After minutes that seemed like hours, we came together. He collapsed on my back panting as he caught his breath filling me so full it dripped out and down my legs smearing us both with the side effects of coupling.

He pulled free told me not to move and went into the bathroom. I heard water running and he returned and cleaned me up and then himself. Leaning over he kissed me witless and pulled a card out of his jeans said, “Tell Paula when you two are ready to play again call me. Next time we can do it all together.”

I curled up and nodded yes. He covered me up and the cowboy rode into the sunset. The next morning we both had happy memories of one great night, and plans for how soon we could do it again this time together.

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It’d been 18 months since I fucked the man who had since dominated all my sexual fantasies. I’d given up hope of ever finding him again and I’d stopped picking up look-alikes in seedy bars. I’d been dating Jason, an accountant, for a couple of months and he’d recently proposed to me. I’d accepted his proposal and I’d just returned home from a shopping trip with my friends. I’d bought a dress to wear for the engagement party that Jason’s parents were throwing for us the following weekend.

It was one of those scorching days in summer when it doesn’t matter what you do, your hair and your clothes still stick to you. I was wearing a white camisole top with built in bra support. I wore a short red skirt with red lace thongs underneath. On my feet I wore the not so very comfortable, but very sexy red 3-inch sandals I’d bought a few weeks earlier. I’d just opened the front door and was about to walk in as I heard steps behind me.

“I hear you’ve been looking for me,” said a voice I never thought I’d hear again.

I turned around and looked into his green eyes. His hair was as messy as I remembered it, but perhaps slightly blonder. He’d not shaved for a day or two, but his stubble wasn’t as long as last time. He wore a white t-shirt and old blue jeans. A cigarette dangled between his lips. Somehow he looked more menacing in daylight than he had at night. My eyes wandered down to his bulge and I remember how he tasted and how he felt inside me.

“So what’ll it be?” he asked casually as he leaned against the wall. “Shall we fuck again?”

“You?” I exclaimed as I got my voice back. I had so many questions. I knew I should tell him to go away, but my pussy had gone into overdrive at the sound of his voice and was now bathing in a pool of juice.

“Yes or no,” he insisted. “Either we fuck or we don’t.”

He walked to the other side of the road, jumped up on his motorbike and turned it around. I knew I only had seconds to decide. I threw my bags through the door and locked it again. I ran up to him and only had time to put the helmet on before he threw away his cigarette and set off at a breakneck speed. I held on for dear life as he drove out of town into some woods. When we’d reached a small cabin by a lake he finally stopped and I got off the bike. He took my helmet and continued straddling the bike.

“Take your clothes off,” he commanded me and I did as I was told, feeling confident that I’d have his cock inside me within ten minutes, finally relieving the sexual tension I’d felt since we last fucked.. I pulled my top off, revealing my tits to him for the second time. There was nowhere to put it so I left it on the ground. Then I slipped out of my skirt and finally I took off my thongs.

“And the shoes,” he said and I stepped out of them.

“Give me everything,” he continued and I bent over to gather it all and hand it to him. He took my thongs and licked the wet spot where my pussy had just been. With a smile he stuffed my things into the helmet that I’d been wearing and he drove off.

I was terrified. I didn’t know exactly where I was. I had no clothes. The ground was covered in stones and I didn’t even have any shoes. I thought I was going to cry. I’d never felt so humiliated in my life. Why did he have such power over me? I’d never let any other man use me, but this guy… He’d used me once and now he was humiliating me. And the worst part was that my nipples were fully erect, my pussy was still dripping and I was happy that I’d had a Brazilian wax the day before.

I don’t know how long I waited but it soon got dark and I got very afraid. I’d tried to open the door to the cabin, but it was locked. I had to relieve myself behind a bush and then I stepped into the lake to wash myself. I promised myself that if I ever saw him again I’d kill him for doing this to me.

Eventually I heard the sound of an engine. It came towards me with its headlights on full beam, blinding me. I thought I could make out two people, and I was pretty sure it was a pickup. The vehicle came to a stop and the two people exited, leaving the headlights on so that I couldn’t see them. I was reasonably confident that one of them was my guy, which was why I hadn’t run off.

“This is my slut,” said the voice I recognised. “What do you think?”

“Niiiiiice tits,” said another male voice appreciatively. “And you reckon her cunt is tight?”

“It was very nice and tight last time I fucked her, but I hear she’s fucked around a lot since then. It tasted great though.”

“Yeah, that’s what Pete said. He 69’ed her on the pool table when she was looking for you. I never saw the video, but I hear he’s made a fortune on it on the Internet.”

My actions in the past passed before my eyes and I remembered the guy söğütlüçeşme escort they were talking about. I’d been so horny and frustrated that night that I’d agreed to 69 him on the pool table in the backroom of a pub. Afterwards he’d doggie fucked me as well. I couldn’t believe that he’d taped it.

“Yeah, I finally saw it a couple of weeks ago. That’s why I came back. All these guys were having fun with my slut and me not getting a slice of the action, it didn’t seem right.”

They were now standing in front of me and I felt very vulnerable. They were clothed and I was naked. They could do whatever they wanted with me. Finally my guy spoke.

“Babe, this is my friend Eric. He wants to fuck you too and I said I didn’t mind sharing. Let’s go inside.”

That was it. He didn’t even bother asking me if it was OK with me to fuck his friend. He didn’t apologise for leaving me there. I knew I should be furious, but I was hornier than ever. Eric seemed to sense this and reached between my legs with his finger. He slipped between my pussylips and ran his finger along my slit.

“Oh yeah, babe,” Eric said and sucked my pussy juices off his finger. “You’re ripe for fucking. Come on.”

He grabbed my hand and unlocked the cabin door. Meanwhile my guy went back to the car and switched off the headlights. Eric turned on some lights and I looked around. There was nothing more than a double bed, a table and two chairs in the cabin. I turned around and could finally see Eric. I’d already ascertained that he was as tall as my guy. He had brown hair and brown eyes and he looked like he didn’t enjoy shaving a lot. He cupped my tits and pinched my nipples hard.

“I love big natural tits,” he said and grabbed my ponytail. “I also love blowjobs and I’ve been told that you give a good one. On your knees.”

He pulled my hair downwards and I had no option but to obey. I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was already semi-erect and very thick. As I wrapped my lips around it and started teasing it with my tongue I could feel it growing in my mouth. I’d been prepared to hate this guy, but his cock tasted so good. My mouth was open wide and I could only just fit him inside. I fantasised about how good he’d be in my cunt.

“Mmmm,” said a voice from the door. “I see the party’s already started.”

“Oh yeah,” Eric replied. “She’s such a good cock sucker! Don’t stop babe! Take me deep!”

My guy undressed and kneeled behind me. He started kneading my tits, pinching my nipples hard and pulling them. I could feel his cock hardening against my ass. I started wondering how and when he was going to take me, and I didn’t have to think about it for long.

“Babe,” he whispered in my ear, “get on all four so that I can fuck you from behind.”

I let go of Eric’s cock and dropped my upper body forward, parting my legs to give him plenty of access to my hungry cunt. Eric dropped to his knees in front of me, grabbed my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth. I was no longer sucking him as much as he was fucking my mouth. He had a tight hold of my head and his hips were moving back and forth with vigour now. Then I felt the sweet sensation of that wonderful cock in my cunt again. My dreams and fantasies of the last 18 months had all been true. He filled me so completely. Just by penetrating me he nearly gave me an orgasm.

I struggled for breath as Eric fucked my throat, but this only intensified all other feelings. My guy was pinching my nipples and pulling my tits in opposite directions as he started slamming in and out my generously lubricated cunt. Eric’s pace increased and I tried to move my tongue around. Soon I felt a jet against the back of my throat and Eric pulled out, continuing to squirt his cum all over my face. I smiled happily and then I came. I cried out and my cunt spasmed around the powerful shaft that was boning me so hard from behind.

My guy pulled out and dragged me with him to the bed. He lay down and I climbed on top of him. My cunt was gaping wide as he’d only just vacated it and it felt wonderful to welcome him back inside as I straddled his juicy cock. He asked Eric for a towel and he wiped the cum off my face before he pulled me down, crushing my tits against his chest and ravaging my mouth with his tongue.

I was busy enjoying my delicious fuck when I felt something cold against my ass. Then my anus was filled with gel and I knew what was going to happen next. I’d taken several guys up my ass in the last 18 months and I was starting to enjoy it. But never before had they been as thick as Eric’s cock and I’d never tried double penetration. I shuddered with excitement as I felt the pressure of Eric’s shaft sultanbeyli escort against my back passage. My guy held me still and pulled my buttocks wide apart as Eric slowly inched entered me with his enormous head.

I moaned out loud. The pleasure and pain combination was out of this world. I could hardly breathe, my whole being was concentrated on the two cocks that were fighting for space in my two neighbouring holes. And then I suddenly felt that they were both buried in me, balls deep.

“Ooooooooooooooooh yesssssssssssss,” I cried out, lost in the depravity of the situation. “Fuck me!!!!”

The guys laughed and then they obliged. Pretty soon we had a rhythm going and our moans and grunts filled the cabin. I didn’t last long before I came again, but my muscular spasms only slowed the guys down momentarily. They soon kept fucking me. Eric started kneading my tits from behind and I looked down at my guy. I could tell he was close to cumming and I let myself go again. As my moan got louder and the pressure on his cock increased he groaned and started shooting his load deep inside me.

Eric stopped fucking my ass long enough for my guy to pull out of my cunt and get in front of me. I started licking my juices off his cock as Eric’s pace in my ass picked up. Now that he was alone in my holes he could move much faster. My ass was tight around his prick and I could tell from his grunts that he was enjoying it. His hand reached for my clit and soon I felt a finger moving between my battered pussy opening and my swollen clit. I started sucking my guy and his cock was soon as hard as before. I worked his cock with my hands, my tongue and my lips and he tasted so good. I sucked his balls and then sucked his cock back in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him.

I don’t know how long we fucked like that, but like an expert Eric managed to get me to climax again as he was ready to cum. As soon as his fingers set me off he grunted and shot his second load of the night into my ass. I could feel his cock twitching inside my anus and it set off a second wave of that orgasm. I cried out my passion around the cock in my mouth.

Eric pulled out slowly and said something to my guy about getting cleaned up. My guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to get on my back. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up on his shoulders and then he buried his cock in my cunt again. I was absolutely spent and didn’t think I could manage another orgasm that night, but the position I was in increased the friction between us and his constant pounding against my clit soon had me on fire again.

He leaned forward and kissed me, pushing my legs down and my ass up. I could feel the cum running out of my ass, my juices and his previous load slurping out of my cunt. I’d never felt so dirty in my life and I was loving it.

“Please, please,” I panted. “I gotta cum. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Not yet,” he encouraged me. “Just hold it back a little while longer.”

He increased the pace. He was pumping me like a man possessed and his sweat was dripping from his brow onto my face. He slammed inside me. The night air was filled with the wet sounds of our fucking. Then when I thought I was going to go insane if I had to hold back any longer he started moaning.

“Now, babe!”

My most powerful orgasm of the night had my body shuddering violently and I cried at the top of my lungs. I could feel his cum shooting inside of me and it kept my orgasm going. Soon we collapsed next to each other and he lit a cigarette, offering me one.

“Wanna go skinny dipping?” he asked once he’d caught his breath.

“Yes,” I panted back.

We could hardly walk, but we helped each other out and I felt dirty, slutty and incredibly sexy with all the cum running down my legs. We were greeted by Eric who was swimming around in the lake.

“Finally! What took you so long?”

My guy laughed. “I’m not into quick fucks anymore. I want to take time to enjoy them.”

“Well, we better get going now or my wife is going to get suspicious,” Eric reminded my guy.

He looked at his watch and agreed. They started moving out of the lake and I followed them. My guy turned around.

“You can swim a little bit longer. I’m just taking Eric home. I’ll be back in the morning.”

In the time it took for those words to sink in the guys had already gathered their clothes and moved towards the pickup truck.

“In the morning?” I shouted out.

“Yeah,” he replied. “You better get some sleep because we have a lot of fucking left to do.”

With those words he left me. I couldn’t believe it. Tomorrow was going to be Sunday and I was supposed to meet taşdelen escort Jason and his parents at their country club for lunch. But I was without clothes and without a phone. How was I ever going to explain this? I knew I should feel guilty thinking of Jason, but I realised that I didn’t. All I could think of was the owner of that magnificent cock. I lay down on the bed and I could smell the marathon fuck that had taken place there earlier. I slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of thick cocks.

The next morning I had to relieve myself behind the same bush again and then I went for a morning swim. On my way back to the cabin after my second lap of the lake I saw two people on the beach. They were getting undressed and entering the water. I recognised my guy, and he was accompanied by a short and stocky man with long hair in a ponytail. Normally I wouldn’t be attracted to him, but he was standing with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly and it was massive. As I swam up to him he grabbed me and held me by my armpits. My guy entered the water and the stocky guy changed his grip to cup my tits.

“Hey babe,” said my guy with a grin on his face. “I thought you’d escaped. This is Lonnie. I promised him a piece of your ass for setting up the cameras in the cabin for last night. You don’t mind, do you?”

I was beyond caring and shook my head. My guy laughed and grabbed my legs. As Lonnie played with my tits he started eating my cunt and I cried out with joy when I felt his tongue between my pussy lips. His tongue travelled up and down my slit and then he started finger fucking me. He knew all the right buttons to push and with Lonnie’s pinching and pulling of my nipples I came in record time. The guys carried me up on the beach where I straddled my wonderful cock and he slid straight inside my slippery canal. Lonnie was right behind me with the gel and soon his massive cock was making its way up my back passage. The three of us fucked with fervour. Ever so often I saw movement in the bushes and I didn’t care whether it was humans or animals. All I cared about was my next orgasm. I came once. I came twice. By the time I was ready for my third orgasm I felt Lonnie emptying his balls in my ass and that set me off again. A third cunt spasm was all that my guy could take because he shot his load inside me then.

As soon as Lonnie had pulled out of my ass he jumped up on a motorbike and drove off. The two of us lay panting on the grass.

“You’re still a great fuck, babe,” he smiled. “I should’ve come back sooner.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

“Oh, shit happened and one thing led to another and before I knew it all that time had passed.”

“I’m engaged now,” I said and waved my ring finger at him.

“Yeah, I know,” he grinned at me. “And yet you’re as anxious as ever to fuck me.”

“You’re a good fuck too,” I answered and he laughed in reply.

“Oh, I spun by your place this morning and picked some stuff up for you. That shack behind the cabin is a makeshift shower. You might want to clean yourself up before we go back.”

I took the back he’d pointed at and it was full of my toiletries as well as a beautiful summer dress, shoes, and sensible underwear. I had a quick shower and when I came out I realised that he must have cleaned himself up in the lake. He was dressed in a clean white shirt and beige slacks. He’d shaved and combed his hair back. He scrubbed up quite nicely. He reminded me of someone but I couldn’t figure out who. It was probably himself!

I thought he was going to take me home, but instead he drove me straight to Jason’s parents’ country club. I got sick with worry, but didn’t dare say a word after one look from him. When we reached the country club I saw Jason and his parents exiting his dad’s BMW. I wanted to die when I saw the worried look on Jason’s face, and then the puzzlement as he saw me in the pickup. My brain was working overtime, trying to think of an explanation. Jason helped me out of the truck, but instead of speaking to me, he turned to my companion.

“Jim? What are you doing here? Why did you bring Marie?”

Jim? JIM? As in Jason’s brother Jim? I was flabbergasted and couldn’t utter a word.

“Marie and I are old friends,” said Jim. “We ran into each other last night and we’ve been catching up with each other and reminiscing about the good old times.”

Jason looked at me and I nodded.

“You could’ve struck me over with a feather when I realised that she was my little brother’s fiancée.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew my brother?” Jason demanded.

“She didn’t know I was your brother,” Jim saved me again. “She knew me back when I’d decided to use granddad’s surname to make it in business on my own. I just never told her that I’d changed it back.”

We were joined by Jason and Jim’s parents who thought it was a wonderful coincidence. I think I played the perfect daughter-in-law that lunch because I didn’t have any views about anything. I was still too stunned by the revelations, and too confused about what the future might hold. I was engaged with one brother, but I lusted for the other.

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It started with a break up. The college whatever relationship, three plus years, came to its inevitable end. And though it comes with freedom it doesn’t come without pain and uncertainty. So I decided to get the fuck away from her and myself, or that is, the me I was with her. Didn’t even want to know that person. Either of us. So unload the bank account and move. At first it didn’t even matter. I drove the car until I was tired. Four aimless days culminating in Phoenix. God only knows what the fuck compelled me to seek the desert, some perverse freeway design leading me past those hellish cityscapes which blighted the otherwise pristine sun scorched land. I utterly loathed Phoenix.

So I sold the car and prepared to board a plane. There was some foolish notion of Greece. A buddy, or some acquaintance had recently come from the Mediterranean, high on the beauty and the women. It sounded perfect. Flush with cash, I figured, why not?

Trip to Greece, meet up with friend from Spain. Bum around. Spend all my money disappearing in Europe. Parents can bring me home. Good itinerary.

But I had got in touch with Alicia. Sweet dirty little Alicia. I guess it wasn’t surprising that my cock would point at her like a fucking compass.

“Jesus Johnny. You sound crushed. You should come see me. Let me take care of you. This Greece idea, is well, shit. You need to be around people that love you. So come out to New York. Let me take care of you for a few days.”

“I don’t know…I think I need to get out of my head for a while. Just get lost somewhere, where I don’t know anyone and they don’t know me.”

“That’s stupid. That’s the kind of wallowing self pity garbage that will have you jumping from the Eifel Tower like some kind of romantic sad sack bastard.”

“Ya…probably right.”

“That’s it. You are definitely coming out.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. And want to know why?”

“Sure.”

“Cause Nikki is going to be here this weekend.”

Well, Alicia was definitely right, usually was. But first, an explanation: There Was This Party.

Alicia, very much entangled with a good friend of mine, was drunk. Good-friend-of-mine was preoccupied, drinking, talking, passing out. And so, this drunk little pixie trotted her lithe little body around, beautiful blonde hair swaying, kissing just about anything with a pulse. Pulling hands to tits. Giving lap dances to any willing guy or girl. Except me.

Me, also entangled. With my college whatever relationship. Who didn’t care for that ‘fucking slut’.

I just completely lacked Alicia’s fuck-all attitude. That kind of pleasure seeking freedom so enticing, but ultimately impossible. I was too nice. If only I had known what was coming. But instead, Alicia the slut became a favored masturbatory scene, something for the mind to drift to while fucking my college girl. And an oh-so subtle topic to occasionally broach with the other. As if there was some chance of that fucking happening.

But now, Alicia was in New York and I was going to her. But not only that. Nikki was going too. Some kind of wonderful miracle. Because, oh yes, accompanying Alicia that fateful night, was her never far away best friend. Another tiny little blonde angel.

Nikki always was the reluctant one. Shy as a butterfly. But completely Alicia’s creature. Inseparable and dangerously sexy. They could own a room immediately, pissing off any women in proximity. Which happened that night.

Alicia was parading Nikki around, fondling her, kissing her in front of the stunned onlookers, all gawking like some Puritanical mob. Unable to comprehend the two blonde phenoms that seemed to take so much pleasure in life. But I understood. I knew with every fiber of me. But that was where it stayed. A giant inaction.

But this was not to say there weren’t moments. A dirty dance with Alicia. Flirting with Nikki. Drunken nights, running our mouths about whatever until they hauled us all to bed. So by the end of our time together, the potential fuck had built to a crazed peak. With them both. Neither willing to be outdone.

And we were meeting in New York. I would take them dancing.

First there were drinks. Then there was music. The music owned our drunken bodies. It moved us up and down, arms and legs. It pressed us close. It put my cock against Alicia’s tight little skirt clad ass. It brought Nikki to my side, her legs on either side of my own, running her hands down my chest. It was slow then frenetic. It was booze fueled and crazy. We loved it.

But they make you go home at some point. Or we decided to go. It didn’t matter. Suddenly we were in a cab. And we laughed and touched, hands straying and staying. So it was inevitable. The Kiss.

Someone giggles, a touch lingers too long, or a finger grazes a face. The hand on a thigh tightens then rubs. Someone leans in for a whisper, and then…

Is that how those things go. Or maybe.

Without cue, Alicia kissed me. A good hard kiss. Then she kissed Nikki. cevizli escort Then Nikki kissed me. Then it was a mesh of tongues and lips.

This is how I like to remember it. Simple. Insistent. Almost desperate. A natural reaction to being with each other. And a promise of what was ahead. So breaking away from this perfect kiss, we got out of the cab.

Alicia led us up, a couple steps ahead, holding my hand, practically dragging me up the stairs. She kept turning around with these big smiles, little imploring looks, hurrying us along. Nikki was draped on me, both hands around my neck, occasionally dipping her head down against my shoulder. I was dragging her along as Alicia dragged me. We were laughing, pretty much nonsensical, congratulating ourselves on how much fun we had dancing, how after so much time apart we still did it right, fun above all else. And there was the tone, undercurrent, whatever. The Kiss. Our shared kiss in the taxi, now, The Kiss.

How did it happen? Was it the climax of our fevered dancing, or maybe for Nikki and I, the logical conclusion of the freedom one only feels on vacation in a strange city? Maybe it was the culmination of our years of friendship. A relief to the tension we had all felt back in school, when entangled in various relationships, good friends with all our various significant others, we had been unable to act on the flirtations, only to build them up in stolen moments, illicit contact, of hands and hips, or even better, the times when brazenly we touched with our legitimate partners watching, playing it off as something innocent, thinking we were so clever but fooling no one. But who was fooled now? Alicia and Nikki, their clever little tongues, light then forceful, making a promise to me. God, I was going to fuck these girls.

We were at her door now. About to enter Alicia’s apartment. Nikki clinging closer. Alicia squeezing tighter. Me, wondering what would come next, trying not to fuck this up, a slight little grin on my face, hoping that my sheer force of will would be enough strip these girls naked and propel us into bed. Then the door was open and we were inside. It was their world. I was only following their lead. I would not be the one to upset this balance.

We stumbled toward the couch, linked limbs, a drunken mass, all smiles and little flirtations, comments none too witty. “Doesn’t he have great hips Nikki? I just love his hips. With those hips, you’d almost think he knew how to dance.”

“Mmm, nice hips,” Nikki said, running her hand around my waistline, moving close, but not too close, just a little teasing.

“Hold on lady, I am a phenomenal dancer and you know it. Do you remember that guy at the club handling two chicks on the floor? Who was that again?”

“Handling? This poor boy is confused. The only thing you handle is your cock, in the dark. You’re just lucky Nikki and me took pity on you. Gave it to you half speed.”

I wasn’t even listening, just talking over her, hand up to my ear, cupped so I could pretend to hear better. “Just tell me who that guy was. Tell me who the guy was,” I kept repeating. I had apparently forgotten to be sad. These wonderful little girls.

We crashed into the couch, splaying out, the girls on either side of me. Nikki wasn’t even talking, just running one hand up and down my side, waist to shoulder, another on my back. Drunk, I was keyed in on my little argument with Alicia, ignoring Nikki’s obvious invitation.

We continued blathering, until the our little flirt was pierced with: “Johnny, I…I want to suck your cock. And then I want to fuck you.”

And what do you say to that? You don’t say a word. You just smile and remove your pants.

We both turned. Alicia was grinning, so big, and then a giggle. “You dirty little slut. I mean fuck, can’t even wait for me to leave the room.”

“I didn’t say you had to leave.”

“You kinky little girl. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were coming on to me.”

“No, when my pussy is on your face that is when I will be cumming on to you.”

Alicia and I looked at each other and laughed. Such a ridiculous line. I mean, who the fuck?

“Okay, baby doll, now you’re going to have to back that talk up.”

Alicia moved in. They kissed. I watched. Still uneasy, doing nothing to upset the balance. But then, they broke away.

“That was nice.”

“Sexy,” I said, lamely, the girls now remembering I was there. Nikki turned to me.

“Feeling left out Johnny? Well I’ll make you feel included. I’ve got just the idea. In fact, it’s something I’ve been thinking about for years.”

Her hand to my crotch. My zipper down. Button undone. Pants dropping. Boxers next. Face moving down. Her lips. Her tongue. My cock.

I met Alicia’s eyes. Pure animalistic look, lust and strength. I didn’t look away.

I reached out slowly, and then grabbed Alicia hard. Pulling her in to my body, faces together. I waited. çamlıca escort A smile, then a kiss. I had them both.

Nikki’s head bobbed slowly on my cock. Alicia’s tongue was in my mouth, darting and playing, sloppy drunk kisses and a sloppy wet blow job. I pulled away from Alicia, drawing my hand across her cheek. I leaned back into the couch, glancing down at my darling Nikki, lips now wrapped around the head of my cock, tongue teasing then lapping, driving me wild. I moved my hand to the side of Alicia’s head, no words, and softly, guided her down. My two dirty little flirts, now my cock sucking angels. Alicia stretched her legs out behind her, coming down with a little crash, just inches from Nikki’s face. Tentatively, she licked out, grazing my shaft, then bolder, licking slow and broad across my balls. Nikki must have been aware now, she attacked my cock, taking possession, claiming it. Alicia, more confident now, began nuzzling, in licking my shaft, trying to muscle Nikki out. Fighting for my cock. Too fucking good.

“Now girls, play nicely.”

Nikki left my cock for the first time in minutes, looking up, her mouth all twisted up, playing the pouty little girl. “But I had it first.”

Alicia chiming in, “And now it’s time to share bitch.” Not waiting she drove her mouth down, taking my cock to the back of her throat. Nothing subtle for her. Direct action always preferable.

She held me there, grazing the opening of her throat, a precarious moment, drawn out like a fine edge, just waiting to teeter into bliss. Seconds like hours. And then she plunged, gagging, a slight sputter, but dutifully sinking her lips to the hilt. Bottomed out, I groaned loudly, rolling back my head, reveling. Nikki crept up to her knees and started kissing my neck. She moved down, ripping the top few buttons of my shirt open, aggression very becoming my nymph. She started licking, sucking my nipple. I just let her, enjoying the sensations, making it my moment. My little beauties adoring me, unselfishly giving me pleasure. Just a moment more then time to be a gentleman. Give and take.

I pulled Nikki up, hard and close, kissing her deep, exploring that hot little mouth, languishing on her full lips, the lips that had been fastened to my cock just moments ago. Then I broke away. All the three-way fantasies started flooding my head. The lonely night jerk off fantasies, often involving these very girls. Where to start? Nikki’s cunt on my face. Alicia’s mouth on my cock.

“Nikki, stand up.” She obeyed, slowly rising, sultry and sexy. I reached for her ass, pulling her forward. There was no time for subtlety and seduction, no time to linger. Drunk, insistent. It was the exact moment I, we, had all been waiting for and I wanted it now.

I pulled her skirt down, revealing cute little boy cut cotton panties. I stroked her pussy through the panties, already moist, and I licked the length of her slit, adding my moisture to hers, before adding the panties to the skirt at her feet. She raised each of her feet in turn, slipping free of the clothing, regaining her footing. I was face to cunt. A beautiful bald little pussy, glistening with anticipation. Here was my reluctant slut. Only bold with her partner in crime. Always following Alicia in her exploits. But no more. She had started this. She waited for no cue, just took what she wanted, and in turn, given us what we all needed.

I reached behind her, grabbing that taut ass hard and firm. I could smell her, thick in the air, scrambling my simple brain. All I could think about was licking that pussy. Had almost forgotten about Alicia on my dick. But one thing at a time. I pulled Nikki to me and tongued that perfect little slit. No teasing, just unadulterated tongue in cunt. I was kneading her ass, applying pressure front and back. And then I was shoving my tongue straight up her, like I was trying to drink from her cunt. The juice flowed down my cheeks. Just pussy madness.

And then my balls began to boil. My focus returned to Alicia with renewed urgency. Drunk or not, it was time to cum in my little cock sucker’s mouth. I left Nikki’s ass and grabbed the back of Alicia’s head. I forced her down, into the throat, burying my cock. Nikki was bucking, rubbing her clit against my face. My head thrown back against the couch, she rode my tongue deep and fast, a little bounce in her hips as she fucked my tongue. Her thighs began to squeeze my head, harder, tighter. She was cumming. She was cumming and I was right behind. Nikki moaned, but quietly, like she was restraining herself, something I would have to fix later. Alicia whimpered against my cock, deep in her throat, and the sound, the vibration, something, cut me loose. I lashed her throat with ropes of cum, endless, thick, pushing further into her. I howled, but the girl pinned to my face, muffled me.

Nikki’s hips shook as orgasm left her. Alicia stayed firm against the base of my cock, balls grazing her chin. And then çakmak escort I released my hands, not moving them, just removing pressure, stroking absently through her hair. She moved up the shaft, slowly rising to the head, spending a moment there, tongue active, and then let my cock spring free. Still rock hard, sticky, wet, spent but not sated. No, far from that.

“God that looks sexy.” Alicia, speaking from somewhere down by my cock.

Nikki was collapsed forward, her breasts resting against my head, hair draped down. But then she bolted upright. I realized Alicia was far from done. She had climbed up my torso, straddling just above my cock. My tongue was still resting against Nikki’s clit and I quickly realized where Alicia’s attentions were focused.

This was my dirty little girl. The one in charge, pushing and prodding, using her sex, confident, in control. This is what I wanted, what I was waiting for. Not just me as a conduit, but all of us together in bringing each other pleasure. I needed one of the girls to push ahead. Not just to kiss or caress, but quite simply to put tongue in cunt. Head between thighs, happily lapping. This was my fantasy. This would allow me to fulfill the thousands of position that had . Two girls. Active and willing, with wild abandon, filthy, slutty, good. Thanks Alicia.

She had to be working Nikki’s ass. Maybe tongue, but probably a finger judging from Nikki’s reaction. No time for me to rest. I resumed my licking, this time focusing on the clit, time to get this girl cumming again and again.

Nikki was soon quivering, little labored moans, again trying to restrain herself. I briefly slid up from her cunt, to say, “Nikki baby, get loud.”

She obliged. The moans unrestrained, coming rapidly, loudly, filling Alicia’s apartment. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she screamed. I kept it in my mouth, moving my hands to her hips to lift her, guide her up slightly. And she complied, allowing me the clearance to get a finger in her pussy, all while keeping that clit tight in my mouth. When at last I broke, I could see Alicia’s chin from just under the cunt in my face. I imagined her working Nikki’s ass, circling her little dark hole, penetrating briefly, then circling again. I inserted my finger into her sopping pussy, and it was quickly clamped. I curled back slightly, moans turning to screams. Just moments now.

“Ohh god!” Her cries driving us on, no relenting now. Both Alicia and I determined to wreck her with orgasm. Her knees wobbled and she crashed down into my lap, her sopping pussy crashing against my cock, her hair cascading down the front of her face.

I reached up, gently massaging her breasts, while Alicia was moving her head to the small of Nikki’s back, nestling there. Nikki drooped against me, reveling in orgasmic bliss. Alicia continued her climb upward, soon looking in me in the eye, then moving in to taste my lips. The scent of Nikki was strong, the slight acrid notes of her asshole on Alicia’s tongue, in the air between our faces. Our beautiful little girl still recovering.

Alicia, remembering my cock, reached down, gripping the base, began slowly stroking my raging cock. I moaned appreciatively into Alicia’s mouth while she continued working my shaft. Nikki was stirring now, nibbling at my neck, licking up and down.

I ran my fingers through her hair, delicate, then grabbing a handful, I pulled her head back, hard, quick. She gasped, giving me a rapturous look, somewhat vacant, eye lids fluttering, soft moans emanating. Alicia left my mouth, focusing again on Nikki, a little smile spreading across her face. She stood and began to strip, leaving only panties and shoes.

With a knot of hair in my fist, I held Nikki fast, her neck straining, so exposed, so fragile. I dove into her neck, kissing, biting, running my tongue up her, devouring her. And then my cock was wet, Alicia’s mouth active again. I placed my other hand delicately on the back of Alicia’s head, pressed her chin to my balls and howled. Pure fucking madness.

Time to move. I tossed Nikki aside, her hair falling from my hand. She stretched her lithe little frame across the rest of the couch, purring slightly, running her hands from twat to tits. Alicia surfaced for air and I stood, saliva and cum spanning the gap between my cock and Alicia’s lips.

To Alicia, “Look at her. Already spent, and it’s not even her bedtime. I think we’ll have to wake her up.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Alicia darling. Why don’t you sit on her face?”

“Mmm, sounds nice. But only if you fuck her tight little cunt.”

Nikki, giggled, stretching, contorting, loving the attention. Alicia approached, a sexy little strut, and then a full mount, sliding her thong clad pussy over Nikki’s eager tongue. I paused a moment to revel in the sight of a gorgeous girl licking cunt before guiding my cock to the entrance of Nikki’s pussy. And then, pressing in, the familiar clamping feeling, tight but elastic, warm and wet. Cunt.

I slowly fucked her, long laborious strokes, staving off the inevitable thrashing I would give her. Alicia was awkwardly removing her panties, removing any barriers between her and Nikki’s sweet mouth. A sexy little black thong was thrown over my face, the unmistakable smell of sex thick in my nostrils, and Alicia once again had a tongue in her slit.

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Three friends. Best friends. School teachers with the summer off. North Carolina, hotter than Hades. Charlene, with an old family tie to the slender islands known as the Outer Banks, found a beach house to rent, through a friend of a friend. A four bedroom though they’d only need three, the three friends all bringing their husbands, of course. The house is just a few miles from Cape Hatteras lighthouse, and a nice beach walk to the Pier.

“I’m going to burn off some pounds walking,” Charlene said to Vanessa and Kendra, the three-way phone call connecting their girlishly sparkle-colored iPhones.

“Oh, yeah, that’ll be nice,” Vanessa said. “We can all burn some calories, with the ocean to look at.”

“And men,” said Kendra. “There’ll be lots of beach-body hotties there, I’ll bet.”

“More like dad-body hotties, but that’s not so bad,” Charlene said. “There was a silver fox walking the beach when Gunner and I drove over last week. He was as hot as an old guy gets.”

Kendra chuckled. “How old was he?”

“Fifties. Sixty, maybe. He was slim, and tan, with a short grey beard and wavy grey hair. Yeah, I woulda done him.”

Vanessa and Kendra laughed, and Charlene giggled like she does. The girls, as they call themselves, can go off on giggling tangents about good looking men at the drop of a hat, so much so that they have to watch themselves at school, in the teacher’s lounge, where caffeine-fueled conversation flows easily.

They’d become a three girl clique because they’re youngish and childless. Youngish as in thirties, although Kendra and her husband Calvin are the pups of the group at twenty-nine. Sweethearts since they were kids, she and Calvin had survived college apart, a long stint of working in different states, and now are together again, married for the last three years.

Calvin plays softball with Vanessa’s husband Zeke, and Zeke hunts with Charlene’s husband Gunner. Calvin’s not a hunter. He says a black man should never enter the woods in North Carolina during hunting season. Gunner says he’s right, even though it saddens him to think that his home state is still such an intolerant place when it comes to race. As far as Gunner is concerned, Calvin and Kendra are good people, simple as that. Color is something you pick out at the paint store, not something that distinguishes a friend.

Zeke thinks so, too. He’s a displaced Northerner who ended up in Raleigh for work. He met Vanessa in a dusty antique store one fateful day. Gunner and Charlene met in a similar way, though it was at an antique gun show and she was with a redneck boyfriend who was way less than the marrying kind. So clueless was he, he didn’t even notice the love-at-first-sight look in Gunner’s eyes when Gunner slipped Charlene a business card. Gunner’s Firearms and War Antiques was emblazoned on it, and Gunner’s own personal phone number was written on the back. He and Charlene were married a year later.

And so the six of them had decided to vacation together, a week at a beach house. It was a first, all six of them together like that, with overnights involved. The closest they had come to something similar was afternoon pool parties at each others houses, parties that occasionally stretched into the evening. The first was the jittery one, with nervousness about showing bodies in swimwear, but that had quickly normalized. Charlene remains the most self-conscious. “Gunner wanted me to buy a bikini to take, so I found one, and bought it,” she said to Vanessa and Kendra, there on that threeway phone call. “I’m sure I won’t wear it. I hope he forgets about it.”

“Why?” Kendra said. “Girl, you look as good as anybody. There isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t say you’re cute.”

“If I can wear one, you can,” Vanessa said. “Kendra’s the only one with a bikini body, but do you see that stopping me?”

“Hey, if your fat’s not all rolled up like the Michelin Man, you’re good,” Kendra said, chuckling. “You girls have nice curves. That’s all a man looks at.”

“Damn right,” Vanessa said. “When we get there I’m putting on my bikini and finding that silver fox. I want to take a walk with him.”

The girls all laughed. Their minds all pictured a sun-stroked beach, and a tanned, handsome man.

—

Charlene decided that the bikini Gunner had made her buy was a maybe. She would maybe wear it one time on their vacation, if the stars aligned in a perfect way, with few people on the beach, or maybe none but her own comfortable group, with Vanessa and Kendra wearing theirs. If it did happen, she needed to be prepared, meaning a suntan all around her middle, so she worked at it for two weeks before the trip, in her backyard, in private.

Gunner caught her at it one day, when he came home earlier than she’d expected, him saying “Damn, hun, you look good all sweaty.”

Charlene, lying on her back in the strong sun, propped herself up on her elbows. “What are you doing home so early?”

“That guy came and bought all that şerifali escort Civil War stuff, so I closed up,” Gunner said. “We should celebrate.”

And so they did, right there by the pool in their private, surrounded-by-woods backyard. Stripped naked, sweating in the sun-stroked North Carolina heat, they fucked three different ways and Charlene came twice. Gunner loves the way she orgasms — loud and proud, always giggling, always smiling.

—

After she’d tanned her middle, at home, Charlene didn’t wear the bikini again until the last day of the vacation. The week at the nice beach house had gone by in a flash — days of suntanning, walking, exploring the lighthouse and swimming. In the evenings there was homemade pizza, restaurant dinners, and even a night of dancing out at hole-in-the-wall bar, to the sounds of a loud, old-fashioned jukebox that was filled with classic rock and oldies. In the late evenings the three couples watched Netflix movies on the TV, sipping wine and beer. Lots and lots of wine and beer. Sunny mornings worked off mild — and not so mild — hangovers, walking the beach and swimming in the new day’s surf. It had been the perfect vacation, full of good cheer, friends getting along, lots of laughter.

“I can’t believe how fast this went,” Vanessa said, walking the beach with her two best girlfriends on that last full day. “I don’t want to go home tomorrow. Think the landlord will give us another week?”

“This place is booked solid,” Charlene said. “We were lucky to get this week.”

She and Vanessa and Kendra all fell silent as they walked. The gentle, rhythmic whoosh of the surf hypnotized them, as it does, and their minds played back the memories of the dreamlike week. Charlene, proud of herself for finally working up to that day’s unveiling of her first-ever bikini, found that her own dreamlike remembrances were stuck in a loop — it was the quiet, muffled sounds of her friends having sex that, for the moment at least, was most memorable. They were surprising sounds that she’d never anticipated. That kind of new, voyeuristic intimacy hadn’t even crossed her mind before the trip, although she realized it probably should have, what with three youngish, healthy, happy couples, all sleeping in small bedrooms clustered around a small upstairs hallway. There will be sex, she now realized, and the quiet, dreamy, sexy sounds of it echoed in her mind.

Vanessa, and especially Kendra, didn’t think much about it. Kendra had expected it, thought of it as normal, and Vanessa, after just the first night, went with the flow and let her inner teenager out, the one who never cared much about conventions. It was part of why she had found the week so relaxing. It was a true get-away, and the sexual dormitory feel of the late nights was a nice little thrill. Over the last few years the girls had talked about their sex lives some, so, for all of them, hearing the audible proof of their friends’ healthy marriages was nothing but good, and secretly exciting.

But it was far from the week’s only sexy aspect. The girls in their swimsuits, putting on suntan lotion in the sun; the guys in their swim trunks, emerging from the ocean glistening wet. Conversations had turned sexy many times. And the movie choices had gotten more and more romantic and sexy, with quite a bit of nudity that kept eyes open wide while the popcorn was eaten.

The final evening together, after a delicious restaurant dinner, proved to be unique. “Is it warm in here?” Charlene asked, after returning to the house. Everyone took a turn looking at the digital thermostat, and the guys had a look at the indoor and outdoor portions of the air-conditioning system. A phone call was made, to the landlord. He called back with the unfortunate news — on the warmest of the week’s nights, the A/C was out of commission until morning.

“There’s ceiling fans in all the rooms, you guys, and the sea breeze,” Kendra said. “Let’s just open up all the windows. It’ll be old-fashioned.”

Vanessa announced she was going swimming, a nighttime swim to cool off, and the others agreed it was a good idea. It began a night of lounging around in swimwear, the coolest clothing option to wear in the warm house, the girls all in bikinis, the guys all shirtless in their swim trunks. Charlene was proud of herself, a bikini girl with a wine glass in hand, standing in the brightly lit kitchen with the others, her hair towel-dried but damp from the nice swim. That was when Zeke, looking a bit timid, tossed down the wildcard.

“You guys said there’d be a DVD player here, so…I brought this.” He tossed a slim DVD box onto the kitchen table.

“Oh my God!” Vanessa said to her husband. “You brought that?”

“You know that one,” he said. “It’s one of those old classics. It’s pretty mild compared to…”

Kendra smiled. “You two watch porn together? That’s so nice! I love that. Calvin, honey, we should do that.”

“Yeah, şile escort I’m good with that,” Calvin said, nodding happily.

“Real…porn porn?” Charlene asked, picking up the DVD box to have a look at it. “Wow, that’s some seriously big hair on that girl.”

“It’s from the 70s,” Zeke said, glad that everyone looked at least somewhat intrigued by it. “It’s a real classic.”

“Are we…watching it?” Charlene asked, placing it on the table again, slowly, as if it was fragile. No one answered right away, but some shoulders were shrugged.

“I wouldn’t mind,” said Kendra.

“Now there’s a surprise,” Vanessa said mockingly.

Gunner looked intrigued. “Why do you say that?”

Charlene hooked her arm around his, pulling herself in tight against her husband’s bare skin. “Because she’s always horny.”

The characterization of his wife made Calvin smile. “You mean it shows, even at school? Why am I not surprised,” he chuckled.

“Hey!” Kendra said, her brown face blushing. “I’m not a slut or anything. Why are you telling these guys this stuff?” Her eyes, shyer than they’d been all week, glanced at Gunner and Zeke.

“We’re not worried about it,” Gunner said, his blue eyes twinkling. He gulped a mouthful of beer, swallowing it down his throat.

“Let’s fire it up,” Vanessa said, picking up the DVD box, holding a glass of red wine in her other hand, as usual. “It’s our last movie night. Might as well make it hilarious, right?”

A general agreement happened, somewhat subdued and shyly quiet. A few minutes ago Kendra would have yelled Hell yeah!, but instead she stood quietly as her blush faded. Her embarrassment faded, too, replaced by a coy little smile.

‘Firing it up’ was also a subdued, quiet affair, as couples took their seats together in their usual places — Gunner and Charlene at one end of the big couch, Calvin and Kendra on the loveseat. Vanessa, sitting herself down next to Charlene on the couch, left room for Zeke to join her. Her eyes stayed on him as he placed the shiny DVD in the player’s drawer. The TV, already on, showed a blank blue screen before flickering to life.

“Ah, the perfect cheesy saxophone music,” Charlene said, smiling, and then, “Jesus! Ten seconds in and they’re already…”

“Zeke! You dog!” Kendra said. “So much for this being a mild old classic! That girl knows how to suck a cock! “

The gang fell into an uncomfortable silence, listening to the plaintive saxophone, watching a first-class blowjob.

“This is before Viagra,” Zeke said. “Some of the guys in these old ones are…”

“…like half-cooked noodles,” Vanessa said. “This guys not one of them.”

“No sir,” Kendra said. “He’s a happy boy. Big and hard.”

Soft chuckles fluttered in the warm air, air that moved with the spin of the big ceiling fan. The smell of damp hair and damp swimsuits swirled in it, a sensory trigger that seemed to compliment the wet, glistening, slightly noisy blowjob on the TV screen.

In the newly exciting real life of the too-warm living room, the women’s eyes glanced at their mens’ crotches, first at their own husband’s and then, more covertly, at the others. All of the men seemed to have more of a lump under their swim trunks than they did before. Vanessa made the first move, sliding her hand to the very top of Zeke’s thigh, with her pinky and the finger with her wedding ring on it playing ever so slightly with the leading edge of the lump from Zeke’s growing erection. Zeke, excited by his wife’s playfulness, knew there was no turning back, at least from a visual standpoint. He was growing, and growing fast, and in mere moments there would be no missing the big lump, if anyone cared to look.

Of course everyone cared to look, to see, to judge the situation, the escalation. There wasn’t a person present who wasn’t thrilled by the goings-on, but all were silent, pretending it was just another movie night.

And then, on the TV screen, the blowjob ended and the fucking began, for no reason, with no storyline or plot to call for it. The man and the young woman were naked now, fucking, with her on top. The view was from between the man’s knees — a squared-up, steady-held camera shot of relaxed-looking balls, a big cock fucking a wet pussy, a cute little feminine ass and asshole.

“Damn,” said Kendra, her eyes glued to the action. Emboldened by Vanessa’s teasing finger play, Kendra went bolder, her hand finding the entirety of Calvin’s big lump. “Somebody’s liking it,” she said as her eyes met his. “Damn, honey. You’re gonna get me all worked up.”

Calvin smiled. He wanted to kiss his beautiful wife Kendra, but he knew if he did he might not be able to stop. So he sat there with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity in his mind as he turned his attention back to the screen, his peripheral vision as active as ever before, noticing all three wives tentatively and silently playing with suadiye escort their husband’s hard lumps.

Charlene wondered what Kendra ‘all worked up’ would look like. She loved Kendra’s free spirit when it came to gossiping about sex, and some of Kendra’s nighttime sex noises that week, muffled but unmistakable, had been nothing but deeply erotic and lovely.

The sex position on the TV screen changed to girl-on-top sixty-nine. It happened in a quick movement, and Vanessa let out a moaning, breathy “Ohhh fuuuck” when she saw it, a quiet exclamation that she would rather have kept inaudible. Zeke’s hard cock, sheathed by the fabric of his swimming trunks, filled her unmoving, fisted hand.

“What year is this?” Charlene asked, thinking that normal conversation might take the temperature in the room down a few degrees.

“1976, I think,” Zeke said.

“That’s the year I was born!” Charlene said. “They were doing this way back then?”

Kendra smiled. “Sure. Sixty-nine is nothing new. Are you thinking about your mother and father?”

“Gross!” chuckled Charlene.

“I gotta say, they’re good looking,” Vanessa said, gently massaging Zeke’s lumped crotch. “Some porn actors don’t do it for me, but these two are definitely hot. Good pick, baby, although I still can’t believe you brought it.”

The sixty-nine scene, beautifully filmed, proved worthy of the ‘classic’ designation that Zeke said the movie had earned. Long, lingering camera shots, a pure soundtrack of nothing but the couple’s noises, nicely judged close-ups of tongue on pussy, and mouth on cock.

After a few minutes of it, Kendra said, “Okay, this is just crazy hot. I can’t just sit here. You guys won’t mind, will you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she untied the bright white cord at the waist of Calvin’s swimming trunks. With a ripping noise that seemed amplified, she pulled apart the velcro that held the fly shut. Calvin’s hard cock was there, naked and fully out, unrestrained by the mesh lining that’s inside some men’s swimsuits. Blacker of skin than the rest of his body, his big cock was soon halfway inside Kendra’s quietly moaning mouth. Shock silenced the others, their eyes there, on the live blowjob, not on the action on screen.

Charlene knew she should protest, saying Kendra, what the fuck! or something along those lines, but she also wanted to take it all in, to watch her sexiest friend’s technique, not to mention keeping eyes on Calvin’s nice hard man-meat for a few moments more. It was a conundrum, but a very hot one, one that had her thoughts ricocheting like a bullet all around the room. There was the ongoing hot as hell sixty-nine on the TV screen, and Kendra’s live-and-in-person blowjob, and Vanessa’s sneaky hand, now inside Zeke’s swimsuit. Gunner was the odd man out, his cock obviously hard, lumping his swimsuit noticeably. Charlene looked at him and shook her head. It wasn’t a No! Stop this! shake of the head, it was more of a disbelief, a shake of the head that said Can you believe this?

Gunner could believe it. He’d had the fantasy, as soon as the trip was announced a month ago, and many times since then. He just hoped his sweet, somewhat self-conscious wife Charlene would go with the flow and let things take their natural course.

Just moments later, Zeke’s cock was let out to play. Vanessa had done it, with Zeke’s help; his swimsuit pushed down onto his thighs, his lily-white hips and ass bare on the couch cushion, his moan quiet but masculine when Vanessa commenced her own version of a blowjob.

Charlene leaned her head close to Gunner’s, her eyes wide and curious, her mouth just inches from his. “Are we doing this?” she whispered.

Gunner answered with a push of his hands on the waistband of his swimming trunks, pushing them down, releasing the full length of his hardness. The slowly moving air from the ceiling fan felt heavenly on it, and Charlene’s hand felt even better.

Three women — and a fourth on the TV screen — make wonderful communal noises when sucking cocks. Three happy men — and a fourth — make moans that thrill those women. It’s the kind of thing that easily goes out of control, and Kendra let herself go there. With her man’s cock in her mouth, she reached her free hand behind her back, releasing the clasp of her bikini top. The brown-skinned heft of her lovely black-nippled tits hung freely, and Calvin reached for them.

The couple on the TV were suddenly louder, the man fucking the young woman doggy style, his energetic torso repeatedly slapping, with a steady rhythm, against her smooth, beautifully curved ass. She let her happiness out in lovely, musical ways.

None of the three men in the room wanted to cum, because it might have started a slowing, an ending, but, due to the high heat of the moment, theirs was hard-fought stamina. Kendra’s bare tits, or more accurately, her near nudity in just her little, cheeky bikini bottom, was doing just the opposite of cooling the men’s minds.

And then Vanessa was topless, too, her breasts as milky white as whipped cream, nearly luminous as compared to the deep tan on the rest of her. It was that contrast, that glow, that drew all of the men’s eyes. The fleshy plumpness of her tits, and the bullet-shaped hardness of the tips of her nipples, kept those eyes entranced.

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