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I’m in my late twenties, now, and I’m married, for the second time. But when my wife isn’t around, I still like to masturbate. I think my masturbation habit developed after my divorce, when I didn’t get to fuck as regularly as I like.

When I play with my cock I usually think about having sex with women. As I stroke and fondle my penis I think about sucking erect nipples and licking wet pussies and about having my cock sucked by horny nude sluts. I make myself have an orgasm by thinking about sticking my penis into wet, ready vaginas, fucking like a goat until I made my imaginary nasty naked girls cum.

But a funny thing happened to me after that divorce. Ever since then, when I jack off I find myself thinking about having sex with men. While I fantasize about sliding my penis into a warm, slippery cunt, suddenly the thought of sucking a hard cock at the same time comes up, and I get really, really aroused. Sometimes I work my finger up into my anus while I masturbate. I imagine myself fucking a guy in the asshole, playing with his erect, throbbing cock. In my fantasy a naked girl watches us and plays with her clit and gives me her pussy to lick. Masturbation daydreams like this make me so horny that I often orgasm right then and there, squirting hot, thick, white cum all over my bed or the shower.

And a while ago, shortly after the divorce, I met a couple who made these dreams come true.

I met them running in the park. I just happened to be running behind this couple on the trail, and they really caught my eye. They were obviously experienced runners. It showed; her butt was tight and sweet under her cute little shorts. I slowed down to run behind them so I could watch her ass crack switch back and forth under the tight, smooth cloth. The cheeks of her round, hard little butt pumped and flexed as she ran. There was just enough fat on her ass that her ass cheeks jiggled a little with each step. My ex-wife had an ass like that. I thought about my ex-wife’s ass. I wondered if this girl’s ass, naked, looked like my ex-wife’s ass, naked. I started getting an erection as I ran.

Then those new tendencies popped up. I started to notice that the guy’s butt was nice, too. I found myself thinking nasty thoughts about his asshole and penis. I wondered if he was wearing a jock strap or if his cock was bouncing as he ran. My erection stirred as I watched the two of them move.

I ran up alongside them. She had blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing little blue running shorts and a tight white sleeveless T-shirt over a sports bra. Her round, full breasts bounced just deliciously when she ran. She had bigger tits than my ex-wife. I couldn’t help but stare. She smiled at me. She seemed to like having her tits looked at.

I struck up a conversation, which continued throughout the run. She kept smiling over at me as we talked. She had big brown eyes. A friend of mine once called the look a girl gives you when she wants you “the Fuck Look”. All through the run she kept giving me the Fuck Look.

He was a nice looking guy, very smiley and buff. They told me right away that they were married, but with as she kept looking at me with those hot eyes, I started to wonder what their relationship really was. When we got to the end of the run they invited me over to their place for dinner.

When I got to their apartment she answered the door in a bathrobe. Her hair was wet. She told me she had just showered. I pictured her naked in the shower, and my cock throbbed a little. Her husband came in, and we shook hands and said “hi”.

Dinner was delicious: some kind of chicken with rice, with a sort of chocolate mousse pie for desert. They had a great red wine, and we all drank a lot of it.. During dinner she kept giving me the Fuck Look. Her robe was open enough that I could see the full swell of her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t help but stare. Every time she caught me looking at her tits, she smiled. With the Fuck Smile. Her eyes smoldered with lust. I kept looking at her husband, but he didn’t notice or didn’t care.

After dinner we went into their living room. We sat around and drank wine and talked. She was still in her bathrobe. The way she sat curled up on the sofa made the robe ride up off her legs, and I could see a little sliver of her ass. Then she moved in a way that caused the robe to fall open in the front. I could see most of one breast, soft and full and round. I even saw the edge of her pinkish brown nipple. She was obviously completely naked under the robe. My cock was stiff in my pants.

We were all getting a little drunk. The conversation turned to sex. She told a dirty joke about King Kong’s penis. I told another penis joke, then her husband did too. We all began joking and talking about fucking and sucking and tits and pussies and cocks and assholes.

She told me they had a porn collection, and she asked me if I liked porn. I said “yes”, of course. She asked me if I wanted to see some of it. “Yes, please.” What else? I couldn’t wait.

Her husband brought out some DVDs küçükbakkalköy escort and put one in. It was an orgy movie, with about twenty naked men and women fingering and licking and sucking and fucking each other in every way possible. Girls were eating each other’s cunts and sucking each other’s tits and getting fucked in every hole by multiple men. Men were wildly fucking the girls’ pussies and mouths and asses and sucking each other’s cocks and licking and fingering and fucking each other’s assholes. Naked, writhing men and women were fucking and sucking and masturbating each other to orgasm all over the place.

I was sitting next to her on the couch while we watched the porn. Her husband was on the her other side. I could feel the heat of her body through our clothes. Her breathing was getting harder and harder. She put her hand on my thigh and began softly stroking my leg as we watched.

A scene came up in the movie where a girl was getting fucked in the asshole. She was on her knees, masturbating herself as some guys took turns sodomizing her. Her fingers were rubbing and penetrating her wet pussy while stiff, bulging penises plunged in and out of her red, stretched anus. She was squirming and bucking with pleasure, wildly humping the hard cocks that went up her ass. Her naked body was glistening with the sweat of sexual excitement.

“Do you guys ever do that?” I asked, jokingly. “Every day,” she said, giggling. “Usually three or four times,” he said. We all laughed.

Then the camera in the video panned to two men making love to each other. They were sixty-nining, sucking each other’s hard dicks. Then one guy climbed on top of the other and lowered his asshole down over the other guy’s stiff prick. First his erect penis was waving around as he humped his asshole on the other guy’s cock, then the other guy began to masturbate him, stroking his penis as they fucked.

“Do you ever do that?” she asked. “I’d like to,” I said. “I would too.” he said. “I’d like to watch,” she murmered. My heart was beating hard.

She was panting softly now, her body moving against me in a steady, sensual rhythm. As we watched the people fuck, she began stroking my leg, higher and higher, until she was softly bumping her hand against the tip of my erection through my pants. I glanced over at them. Her husband had his hand under her robe between her legs. It looked like he was rubbing her there in rhythm with the movements of her pelvis. He was finger-fucking her pussy right there in front of me. And she was enjoying it. Her hand was stroking right across the head of my penis by this time. She masturbated me through my pants with one hand. Then she slipped her other hand into her robe and began playing with her breast and nipple under the soft cloth.

Her husband slid her bathrobe off her other breast. He leaned over and started sucking it, squeezing it and kissing her nipple. She was moaning softly. She leaned up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her tongue slid deep into my mouth, and mine into hers. We licked each other’s tongues. She slid the rest of her bathrobe off her tit and put my hand against her big, soft, full breast. As I caressed and squeezed her nipple she leaned back and a shudder of ecstasy ran through her. Her husband’s hand was working her under the bathrobe, stroking and fondling her vagina.

She suddenly got up and shifted her position, lowering herself onto her husband’s lap. “Oh, oh, oh my God!” she moaned. I hadn’t noticed until now that his pants were around his ankles. His penis was naked. She had just sat on his cock. She began fucking herself on him, moving her body up and down on his penis, gasping and moaning. His hand was between her legs, stroking her clitoris as they fucked. Her robe had fallen off both of her tits. They were gloriously naked, round and soft and full. Her nipples were stiff with excitement. She was caressing herself, squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipples.

I got up and slid off my pants. My erect dick was throbbing with excitement. I moved over and brushed the tip of my cock against her face. She immediately took my penis in her hand, opened her mouth wide, and slid her warm, moist lips over the head of my dick. She stroked my dick head with her tongue and lips, looking up at me, her eyes half closed with sexual excitement.. She took my penis out of her mouth for a moment and said, with a soft smile, Yum.”

She wiggled her bathrobe all the way off. Totally naked, her body glistening with the sweat of her sexual heat, she began to stroke and suck my erect dick in rhythm with her fucking.

Her husband was masturbating her steadily as she worked her pussy up and down on his cock. She moaned and panted harder and harder. She was sucking my penis so hard it almost hurt. Then she took my prick out of her mouth again and looked up at me pleadingly.

“Lick me, please,” she said softly, her voice thick and heavy with sex.

I got down on my knees in front of them moda escort and looked at his big, throbbing cock sliding in and out of her wet, naked pussy. His penis was dripping with her vaginal secretions. Her cunt was quivering and spasming with pleasure as he fucked it. It looked so delicious! I had to taste it. I buried my face in her wet crotch and rubbed my lips and tongue against their genitals. I licked her pussy lips and his hard penis shaft and her swollen, excited clitoris. Her vagina was hot and fragrant and dripping. Her clitoris felt electric against my tongue. His penis and her cunt lips and her hot, erect, clit throbbed and pulsed against my lips and mouth and face. I rubbed my hard cock against her leg as I licked and kissed and tasted their sex organs.

Suddenly she shouted and writhed. “Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh my God!” She jerked and spasmed as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. Her pussy suddenly became very wet against my face. I licked harder and she shrieked with pleasure, then pulled my face away. Then, a moment later, she pushed my mouth back into her crotch. Her husband was still fucking her steadily. I licked her to another orgasm and she moaned and spasmed again and pulled me away. When she pushed my face back into her crotch I began licking her again, but her husband’s penis slipped out of her quivering vagina and right into my mouth. I loved it! I moved my lips over the hot head of his penis, then took his cock deep into my mouth. She was moving her hips feverishly, gasping and whining with excitement, trying to find his penis as I sucked it. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and pushed it back into her vagina with my lips. She let out a little cry of pleasure and began fucking again.

Together we worked her clit and pussy to several more orgasms. Every now and then, as he fucked her and I licked her, he’d let his penis slip out into my mouth and I’d suck his cock for a little while before putting it back into her vagina.

Her orgasms were getting softer and softer. Then he grunted and moaned. I felt his testicles tighten against my face. I felt his penis throb hard and his hips quivered under my hands. His cock and her pussy became very wet against my mouth, and I smelled and tasted the unmistakeable yeasty, saltiness of sperm. His cum ran out of her orgasming pussy, down his cock and onto my face and mouth and tongue. And as I licked up his orgasm, she came again, harder than she had all night. She screamed with pleasure. Her pussy clenched and spasmed and her sex juice oozed out of her vagina to mingle with his sperm in my mouth.

They humped and squirmed against each other for a little while as I licked them. Then his cock got softer and softer, and their movements got gentler and gentler until finally they lay still together and his wet, limp penis slipped out of her. I wasn’t licking them now. I just watched them. Snuggled naked against each other, they kind of sank down in a heap on the couch and fell sound asleep.

I looked at them and softly fondled my dick. They looked so pretty, so cute, somehow, tangled naked together asleep like. The only problem was, I hadn’t had an orgasm yet. My penis was hard as rock and I was horny as hell. I went into the kitchen and got some chicken and pie and a glass of wine. I liked walking around their apartment naked, with an erection.

The TV was still on. The DVD player had been on all this time, but the porn movie had long since run out, and the movie intro was playing and re-playing on the screen. I found the remote by the couch, turned the sound down, and searched the scenes until I found the one we had been watching when we started to fuck. I sat down in front of the couch, pushed play, and as I watched the people fuck I ate and masturbated. After I finished the food and wine I just masturbated.

After a while I heard the couple stir. She stretched and got up to go to the bathroom. She stroked my shoulders as she walked by me, and looked down at my cock. “Nice.” she said.

I heard her take a shower. When she came back she sat down beside me. She smelled good. Her hair was up in a towel, but the rest of her was naked.

“It seems like a waste,” she said, “A nice, hard penis like that, all alone.” She leaned into my lap and took my cock in her mouth. Her stiff, tingling nipples brushed against my leg as she sucked me.

She played with my dick. I heard him get up and go to the bathroom. He took a shower too. Then he came back, naked also, his cock very erect. She was kneeling on all fours, sucking my dick. He knelt down behind her and slid his penis up into her pussy from behind.

He fucked her for a while. It was distracting her from sucking my cock. She kept stopping to have little sex spasms. Finally she turned around to him and said, “Bring that thing over here.” He pulled his prick out of her. He came and straddled my legs. I was laying down by this time. He rubbed the tip of his penis against the head of my cock. Then he took both of our penises in his ağva escort hands and masurbated himself against my dick, squeezing and caressing our erections together. His penis was dripping wet with her sex juice. Mine was wet with her spit. Our slippery cocks rubbed against each other deliciously as he jacked us off. She licked and kissed our dick heads as he fondled them. Then she lifted her ass up over us and lowered her wet cunt onto our penises. She tried to get both of them into her pussy at once, but her vagina was too small, and she finally satisfied herself with rubbing her clit and pussy lips against the heads of our cocks. Every now and then the head of one of our penises would pop into her cunt and she would cry out with pleasure and we would all laugh.

Finally she stopped. “I want to watch you fuck.” she whispered, looking back and forth from her husband to me. She looked at me, then at her husband. “He really does love sex with men sometimes,” she said. My heart leapt, and my cock got suddenly even stiffer.

We all stood up. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He walked in behind us. He stroked my butt as he followed, squeezing my butt cheek and running his fingers up and down the crack of my ass.

They had a big king sized double bed. She by the bed and stood facing us, so sweetly naked. She stroked her body up and down, caressing her big breasts and pressing her fingers into her wet slit. Her tits were so tasty looking; full and round; her big, stiff nipples were sticking out with excitement.

I glanced at his cock. It was was standing up stiff. Mine was throbbing, it was so hard. I couldn’t resist her nipples. I reached out and gently took them between my fingers and played with them, squeezing and pinching and pulling them. She smiled and kissed me, rubbing and pressing my erect dick.

Then she turned to him. She took his penis in her hand and pressed it. He kissed her, squeezing and caressing her naked breasts and ass, and she kissed him back. It was so delicious to see their nude bodies together. Then she kissed down his body, rubbing her tits against him, until she got to his cock. She nuzzled his erect penis for a minute, then took the head of it in her mouth. She knelt in front of him. Her hand was between her legs. She masturbated as she sucked his cock. Then she reached up between his legs and stroked his testicles and ass. At one point he gasped, as she slid her finger in and out of his asshole while she sucked him. I was masturbating too.

She stood up, took his hand, and put it against her pussy. As he stroked her wet cunt, she leaned over and whispered something to him. He laid down on the bed, smiling, and opened his legs. His cock was completely erect; red and throbbing. The veins were standing out on the sides of his penis, and his dick head was swollen and shiny with erection. She climbed on top of him and lowered her vagina onto his face. She laid down on his body and worked her cunt against his mouth. As she rubbed her nipples against his belly, she took the head of his penis in her mouth, reached around his ass, and pulled his butt cheeks apart. She had moistened his asshole with her her sex juice, and it was wrinkled and shiny and open and wet.

Suddenly she sat up and looked at me with a smile. “You need to be lubricated,” she said. She turned and bent over and pressed her ass against my hard cock. Her cunt lips pushed out between her butt cheeks. She worked her wet vagina against my penis until my cock slid up into her. She moaned with delight. Her pussy was warm and soft and slippery. She twitched and gasped, and her cunt contracted in spasms around my dick.

She gasped. “OK,” she said, “That’s enough. Your turn.” She scrambled back onto the bed beside her husband and began playing with herself.

I knew what she wanted me to do. I lowered myself over his naked body and pressed the head of my cock against his anus. He moaned and pushed himself against me. I pressed gently, then harder, until the head of my penis slid slowly up into his ass. His rectum was warm and soft and wet and very tight against my excited penis. I penetrated all the way into his rectum, then drew my penis out, then in again, building up a steady fucking rhythm. He was squirming and moaning with delight. She was kneeling on beside us on the bed, rubbing her clit as she watched us. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it as I fucked. I pumped his hot asshole harder and harder, until his body was shaking and twitching with excitement.

Suddenly she jumped up and pushed my hand away and sat on him. She slid her vagina down over his penis and began working herself up and down on his cock. She was masturbating herself as she fucked. I could feel her fingers working against her clitoris while I pushed my dick into his hot, tasty little ass over and over again.

Then he moaned: “Oh, shit! Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum right now!” Suddenly his asshole contracted and spasmed against my cock. I felt his testicles move and his penis stiffen as he squirted his orgasm into her. She screamed out, “Oh God! Oh God!”, and her body shook and twisted. She cried out again and again as she wildly pressed and stroked and masturbated her clit. I felt my orgasm gathering in my testicles, then my balls and cock and ass filled with the sweetest sexual pleasure and I squirted stream after stream of sperm deep up into his hot rectum.

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Author’s Note:

This is the eighth Harper Valley recollection. So as not to compromise any reader’s potential enjoyment of the concluding episodes (of which there are twenty-one in total) only a further four chapters or so will be published on Literotica.

**

‘Death by pleasure.’ It’s an interesting concept and at the rate we’re all going, an eventuality just this side of imminent! We return now to the “Dome” and the sequence of events that concluded an afternoon where fantasies even, took a back seat to the real-time activities shortly to be played out.

**

Reluctantly having to vacate Brianna’s extremely cosy little bed with my equally cosy little blonde companion, we dressed and headed back to the marquee. Barely had I walked through the flap when Kylie saw me and almost took me out with a flying bear-hug.

“Do you know what they want us to do dad?” she gushed exuberantly.

“Yeah, I know sweetheart,” I replied, “That’s what I came to talk to you about – where’s your sister?”

I gave Michelle a light pat on the bottom, mouthed a quick “Thank you sweetie, we’ll continue with this later,” and pointed out another group of girls that seemed to be trying to get her attention. Jenna disentangled herself from a couple of her friends – Brianna being one of them, and joined her sister beside me. At least everyone was dressed!

“Well kids,” I said, “I guess this is really your call. Do you know what the rules are and what could happen to you? Remember, I’ve been through this with Brianna…it can get pretty rough.”

Damn it….I think their eyes lit up!

“Now cut that out both of you,” I whispered, “You’re just getting way too frisky!” They looked suitably chastened. “Now, for half an hour – and believe me, that can seem quite a stretch, you have to do everything you’re asked…..without question. I’ll be there to make sure no-one crosses any lines but that’s all. I can’t be responsible for what you’re asked to do – you understand that?”

Even as I spoke, I was being subjected mentally to the most way-out scenarios – most of which would need to be censored even on this site.

Following a quick huddle, the jury handed in its unanimous verdict in record time. “It’s OK dad, we want to do it,” said Kylie, “So long as you’re there the whole half-hour.”

“Oh, you can count on that sweetheart,” I replied.

I summoned Jerry and Warwick and confirmed their active participation. Never seen two guys smile so much! That done, everyone was issued numbered cards as before and it was a case of “Let the voting begin.” Quite obviously the “hot twins” pulled in just about everyone’s number one preference. Second choice was Susie’s super-sexy little daughter Tanya – no surprise there either, but when Larissa’s name was read-out after further counting – my heart sank.

Even as her name was called out, Larissa looked across to me from where she was standing alongside her father – saw my crestfallen face I imagine, and then shook her pretty head, signifying she did not want to be selected. The general body-language in the marquee suggested a lot of disappointed fathers. She came straight over to me then and I could have hugged her. What am I saying? I did hug her.

“What made you do that Larissa?” I asked her. Her answer was all I needed to hear…. “You!”

‘Kinda a double standard’ I was thinking to myself. I don’t mind seeing my own daughters stripped naked and played-with, yet I couldn’t bear the thought of another girl – one not even related to me – being touched by anyone now. I realised at the same time…I didn’t really want her going to any more parties either, although I did not dare vocalise those thoughts. How selfish was that when you think about it?

A fourth quite small dark-haired girl…Cathy I think her name, was Larissa’s replacement and was she cute? Just eighteen evidently, the hotpants and perky little breasts alone would ensure a session and a half. For someone. Tragedy was, I wouldn’t be there to see it – not to mention Tanya’s debut performance.

The girls got to vote for their six men next. A condition of Kylie and Jenna’s selection was that I go with them as an ‘observer’…but they had the option of six others. George and Jerry made the list as well as Brad and three other men I had not been introduced to. Warwick was fuming, although not for long…Tanya picked him! Lucky SOB.

Larissa kissed me and said “Go with your daughters now, they’ll be fine with you there.” Damn it, I figure they’d have been fine in any situation.

The girls were given five minutes each in the powder-room first. Hair teased up again, skirts and tops all smoothed down and that essential turn-on – a reapplication of lip gloss and then the nine of us headed off for Warwick’s bedroom, the largest room in the house so I heard and with our contingent, we would be needing it. I held both Jenna and Kylie’s hands as we ascended the stairs. The anticipation was killing me. I would guarantee fenerbahçe escort six pairs of eyes were fixed on the girl’s rear ends as they ascended the stairs and wouldn’t they have known that?

They were right – it would have to be the largest room in most any house! Warwick must obviously spend a lot of time in it! One enormous King-size bed took center stage, with another room – either one colossal walk-in ‘robe or a secondary tiny bedroom – depending on how you view it, off to the left. The en-suite was as large as most people’s main bedroom. We could have held a party in there! The two girls giggled as they were ushered in to the room. Their adrenaline must have been on active stand-by.

Last guy in, his name was Steven, shut the door behind him. The girls looked around anxiously, probably grateful for the other’s company right at that moment. George I noticed was looking at Jenna much as I looked at Larissa. Guess he was thinking much the same too….the bastard!

An uncomfortable silence was broken by Mal, the father so I found out, of young Cathy in the next door bedroom. God, what must have been going through his mind?

“C’mon girls,” he said…..show us your tits? It might not have been either that creative or original a line but hell……it’s what everyone was thinking!

Jenna looked at Kylie and blushed….neither of them moved.

“Ya gotta comply girls,” Jerry reminded them.

Kylie stood her ground on that small rug near the bed and began pulling her top off. Jenna, right alongside her, did the same. Both had hot little bra’s on – Jenna’s light blue and Kylie’s black, to match her g-string. Even seeing them together like that was soo damned hot. As one, they pulled their bra straps down their arms giggling nervously. Almost identical in size, they exposed their nipples slowly as the men ogled them.

“Take your bras right off girls,” ordered Steve, one hand already heading south towards an evidently impressive erection beneath his pants. Obediently both girls reached behind their backs and unhooking the clasp, allowed the bras to fall to the floor. Instinctively they covered themselves.

“Sorry kids…no covering up,” Steve continued. “Show us your tits please…hands behind your backs.”

How hot did they look like that? Lovely curvy little hips, narrow shoulders and shivering slightly from a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

“Very cute girls,” said Jerry, “You are both extremely pretty as I’m sure you know. Now, both of you go over to the edge of the bed there and bend over it with your hands on the edge of the quilt. Now, you are not to move from that position whatever we do OK?”

Nodding, they reluctantly took up the positions asked. Almost identical hot little bottoms given sudden prominence, with more than a hint of undies peeking out from their taut hemlines.

George took the offensive and leading the cavalry, delivered a perfectly placed spank across Kylie’s fully upturned bum. She squealed at the contact, joined seconds later by Jenna as Steven delivered the same deal to her rear end. This was her second spanking of the day and I knew she could take lots of it. Just as well….she got lots of it! All six men took turns spanking them a few times as the girls let forth with “ouches,” “goshes,” and “that hurts.” To their credit though, they maintained their highly vulnerable positions throughout, despite the fact that almost every man took the opportunity to grope their heaving young breasts as they received their punishment.

Standing back and admiring their handiwork…..the tops of both girls legs were quite red from a few stray spanks, the sound of heavy breathing all round was interrupted by Mal telling Kylie, “Pull your sister’s panties down now please sweetie, lets see her bottom.”

Both girls gasped and Steve had himself well unzipped. A man always prepared I’d say.

Kneeling behind her sister, Kylie took hold of her knickers and gingerly pulled them down. She even unstrapped her shoes when getting them off. Seeing Jenna suddenly bare foot and with the lower half of her naked bottom peeking out from her tight skirt was arousing stuff – be assured. Jerry walked up to her and began fondling her bare rear-end rather lewdly. Jenna seemed to like it.

Mal however was on a roll…….”Ok Kylie, now take her skirt off…get your sister naked for us.”

Have you the slightest conception of just how hot a cute eighteen year old girl looks being completely stripped by her topless nineteen year old sister? No, I didn’t think you did! I had no idea either! It was all I could do to maintain my position on the far wall refereeing operations. If either girl had seen the erection I had closeted up there, I think they might have been over!

As Kylie unzipped her sister’s skirt and pulled it off her, Jenna was left totally nude in front of six men. Well actually, better make that riva escort seven, including me. It was all too much for George, he just grabbed her and pulled her to him and began kissing her. Brad, who had been rather inactive up to now, moved right up behind her and with his hands on her hips, began kissing her neck passionately. Within seconds his hands slipped down to cupping her bum and at that second, Jenna turned her head and smiled at him….George I could see, had his hands on both her breasts and was rubbing them. Steve was rubbing other things…and quite effectively so, judging by the degree of effort he was putting into it.

Wayne, the sixth participant, dropped to his knees alongside the other two and began to actively rub Jenna’s pussy. He found himself sharing that little hot-spot with George who obviously figured she needed servicing top and bottom.

Meanwhile, Jerry, Brad and Mal were relieving Kylie of her skirt, shoes and g-string so she too was naked within seconds. These three with obviously an eye for comfort, manoeuvered her to the bed and pushing her on her back, Mal had her legs apart in seconds. With Jerry volunteering for breast duty, Brad extricated his cock and simply shoved it into her, fucking her with little finesse but plenty of passion. They had her gasping and panting in less time than it takes to write out a parking ticket.

At this juncture, the other three had Jenna flat on the carpet and George was happily trudging down nostalgia avenue as with her legs spread arousingly wide, he began fucking her senseless while Steve knelt alongside and brought off his first spray of the afternoon. Exactly where it landed I couldn’t see, but given how much more was to follow, it doesn’t really matter.

Mal replaced Brad and Wayne took over from George after he had Jenna crying out in passion before filling her to the hilt. I could barely stand it. By the time Jerry and Steve had taken their turns, both girls were looking decidedly “used” but far from expended.

Wayne sobered us all up. “Jenna,” he said, “Get on the bed with your sister and suck her tits.” Kylie gasped this time but as Jenna climbed up beside her, she made no attempt to dissuade her younger sister from her course. Kneeling beside Kylie, Jenna simply inclined her head to her breasts and began nuzzling and sucking her. Both girls were lost in their own little world as everyone moved up for a closer look. So natural and wondrously hot was it, I wondered if they had actually done this to each other at home in their own bedrooms. I found myself wishing that they had! Kylie was moaning with pleasure and as both girls began rubbing and fingering each other’s pussy, life was really good there for a while.

Writhing about as they were center-quilt, more than one observer wanked a stream of cum across whichever bottom or shoulder was the nearest at that particular moment, while others called out such intimate suggestions as “Make her cum Kylie,” or “Fuck her harder Jenna.” They were so damn compliant!

How much time had elapsed I had no idea but the clock was ticking. The men swapped girls, then as happened with Brianna, Jerry, Brad and Mal pulled Jenna into the huge bed and Steve, Wayne and George dragged Kylie to the little ante-room where a single bed was waiting. Jerry, ever the smart one, took up central position with Jenna on top of him by the looks of it, the other two either side. In the other bed, tight as it must have been, George appeared to be fucking Kylie as she lay face-down on top of him while the other two took their pleasures with whatever they could reach.

It was a re-enactment of my hottest fantasies…both daughters being multiply fucked and fondled while I watched – well sort of. From the far room, Kylie was crying out as Wayne, now beneath her in the center of the bed, was fucking her without mercy. One can only guess what the other two were doing to her beneath the blankets.

“Have these girls ever sucked cock?” said Brad suddenly…”I’d really like to have Jenna do that to me.” I gulped…..Oh! not that! Has God no mercy? Kylie was dragged in from the other room, fingermarks evident all over her breasts and streaks of cum in the naughtiest of places.

In less time than it took to undress them in the first place, both girls were made to kneel on the main bed right alongside each other. Jerry knelt down in front of Kylie holding his erection just inches from her face, Brad grabbed Jenna’s hair and pulled her head down towards his cock. Both girls took hold of the erections confronting them and began sucking for all they were worth. Having walked over to the bed, I had to extricate my own erection and commence a program of relief in view of the tableau in my midst. Mal obviously mesmerised by Jenna’s hot little bottom virtually jiggling in his face as she sucked and wanked Brad, got on the bed behind her and slipped his cock easily up into her pussy. This had the effect samandıra escort of engaging hyperdrive as she sucked Brad harder and began moaning as he thrust up into her. Steve saw no reason not to make equal use of Kylie’s unattended rear end and kneeling behind her, he too embarked on a course of intense vaginal therapy. The other two simply began rubbing and pulling whichever tits were within reach.

The entire bed was alive with sexual passion. Brad was the first to unravel and jetted one hell of a stream of sticky white goo into Jenna’s mouth. That which she failed to swallow, he left on her face as a reminder of what can happen when you are a hot little teenage tease. Mal had his own little party, jerking like a marionette as he ploughed Jennas hot little cunt (disgusting terminology I realise, but at that second…what else could you call it?). Excess cum, he left as a calling card, dripping over her bottom cheeks.

Jerry meanwhile had relined Kylie’s throat while Steve had cum for the nth time as far up her pussy as he was able to penetrate. In a moment of understandable excitement he had what looked like his cock pressing up hard against Kylie’s bum, his red-hot intentions obvious, but she wriggled and briefly turned around to verbally deny him that most forbidden of entries. As he persisted, I was forced to remind him, “My daughter said no Steve!” So fascinated with the mass activity had I been, attention to my own personal crisis had been delayed and now I was forced to call time-out.

Someone announced “ten minutes left.”

Jerry’s suggestion of “Lets fuck them in the shower?” met with universal approval, and in any event, they couldn’t go downstairs looking like they did.

Now, Warwick had one doozey of a shower-recess it should be made clear. Well able to hold four or five people in a pinch, excuse the pun. Kylie was bundled-in under the steaming water first with Jerry, Wayne and Mal. Myself, Jenna and the other three remained outside with an uninterrupted view of all active participants.

As they began soaping-up Kylie between them, Jerry attending to her breasts, Wayne having lots of fun slipping the soap up between her legs and Mal making sure she had the cleanest little bottom in the State, Jenna shivered – I was holding her against me. Completely unrelieved of course, the sight of her hot little naked breasts jiggling in front of me was just making things worse. She looked up at me and whispered. “I wish you’d made love to me dad!” (Neither of them use the “f” word except when taken to the heights of passion. Then, in Jenna’s case it seems to flow like honey)

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” I told her, “Soon as I get you both home…it’s gonna be very messy!” She giggled and held on to me, eyes back now on her sister’s progress.

You wouldn’t think you can do too much with a girl under a shower in five minutes….you’d be wrong. Kylie was fucked standing up, face to the glass (damn was that hot!) up against the tiles while two of them held her, even on her knees beneath the cascading water. They had their moneys-worth let’s say. I’m not saying they all came in her…I doubt collectively they had enough left to cum in a goldfish! But she got it every which way.

Fortunately, towels were not in short supply. One presumes Warwick had planned for such an eventuality. As Kylie was dragged out, I wrapped her in a huge bathrobe and held her to me. She just looked up at me and whispered “Do you still love me dad?” I didn’t even bother answering that one. Just kissed her hard in reply!

Jenna meanwhile, was being pulled beneath the shower by the other three, all of whom were now quite obviously naked. I had a momentary sighting of Steve’s cock, the first clear view I’d had of it….it was a monster. They took her much the same route. George was rather tenderly soaping her breasts (He’s quite besotted with Jenna’s nipples I’ve noticed) while Brad was kneeling in front of her and from what I can see, was preferring to clean her pussy with his tongue rather than anything else. Steve took up the rear so to speak and I couldn’t really see what he was doing, but I have the strongest of suspicions he was using the soap to facilitate digital entry in a very naughty spot. Jenna didn’t seem to mind, although so taken-up was she in kissing George and the sensations being afforded her young body, I hardly think she would have minded anything much.

With the seconds ticking down, all three began fucking her quickly. George had her kneeling on the tiles, Brad with her back up against the glass. God, how hot did her little bum look squashed up there as he thrust into her? Steve closed-out the show having the other two hold her up fully suspended, her legs pulled wide apart while he got that outsize cock into her with seemingly little trouble. Even above the noise of the water, I could hear Jenna almost screaming-out for him to fuck her harder. Steve didn’t disappoint and even through the steam I saw him jerk like crazy as he came in her…God knows what with.

Kylie had herself pretty much dry by this stage except for her hair and no sooner had they turned the shower off, than we all heard the bell sound. I wrapped Jenna in a large towel and I have to say, though clean as all hell, she was looking the worse for wear…although smiling still…the cheeky little slut!

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This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Dedicated to the memory of all spies and agents of the USA and her Allies who have given their lives in the service and cause of Freedom.

Part 8 – Winter’s Silence

Laura just looked forward as Molotov’s gun slowly arced down, almost feeling the intense silence of the black and white woods. This was it, she thought to herself, and she steeled herself to show no fear and to die with honor.

Molotov was chuckling to himself as the gun sights came to the top of Laura’s head. The years of being the butt of jokes at being the reason for the Iron Crowbar’s nickname was about to be avenged—

*WHOOSH!*

Molotov blinked as the blade of the katana flashed downwards in front of his eyes. Next he was seeing the stump of his wrist. His hand with the pistol in it were now on the ground. As the excruciating pain shot up his arm, Molotov looked up at the man who was standing beside them, and the last thing he saw was…

… the gray eyes of the Iron Crowbar.

I’d taken off my mask, then reached over my shoulder and brought the katana flying over my head and then straight down, easily slicing through Molotov’s wrist. As he looked up, I was already swinging the katana again as hard as I could, this time sideways.

*SWOOSH!*

The blade caught Molotov right in the left side of his neck and sliced through with surprising ease. As Molotov’s head toppled down to the earth, a huge fountain of blood sprayed straight up.

So forceful was my blow that the sword continued on and caught Molotov’s shoulder. It again sliced through, severing his right arm from the rest of his body. At the same time, Molotov’s loyal men were being carved up by some of the eight men with swords or long knives, their bodies joining their boss’s on the snow-covered forest floor.

Melina tore off her mask and came up to Laura. “Laura!” she gasped as she removed her sister’s manacles. “Are you okay?”

“I… I will be.” Laura managed to gasp, barely comprehending what had happened. Melina hugged her, then tried to help her up. “Get the memory sticks!” Laura gasped. Melina went and extracted them from Sergei’s coat pocket as others rushed up and wrapped a coat around Laura’s shivering body.

“Misaki-sama!” I called out as I wiped down my katana with the special oiled cloth before sheathing it, “may I invite your men with swords to test their blades. It will be a good omen for them.”

This was the first kill with the Crowbar Katana; I had now blooded my sword. Ergo, my calling for this tradition. Misaki fully understood.

“Hai, Crowbar-san.” said Masaki. He gave the instructions in Japanese.

“You okay?” I asked as I sheathed the Crowbar Katana and went over to Laura. She nodded that she was. I was going to pick up my wife, but four men came up.

“Please, Sire, allow us.” one of them said. “We are trained in the four-man carry.” They interlocked their arms and I helped get Laura seated on them. We formed a line and began to move out.

As we left, all the men with swords tested their blades by slicing into Sergei Molotov’s body. By the time they were done, he was cut to ribbons. As we left that place, the black and white landscape was finally splotched with patches of color… the crimson of blood.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

We hurried along through the woods. Melina was behind Laura’s group; I was right in front of it. Melina was still in shock, not only at everything that had happened, but at Misaki’s men calling the Iron Crowbar ‘Sire’. That bespoke incredible influence, Melina realized. Has Don really gone that far up the ladder?

When Melina had come out of the building, she thought she was captured. Then I took off my mask, as did Todd and Teddy Franklin, and she realized she was among friends here to rescue Laura. I whispered to her the plan for her to put on a mask and hide, then Todd fired a couple of shots down the road as if we were shooting at Melina. The ‘small black mass’ was the body of one of Sergei’s eight men, whom we had intercepted and exterminated with extreme prejudice. The ruse worked. And as we had left the compound, eight people had turned into nine people… Melina had fallen in back without being noticed.

Back in the present, we were trudging along until we came to a road. Going left (and west) along it for about 200 yards, we came upon several concealed cars. Everyone got into them. I kayışdağı escort was in the backseat of the next-to-last car with Laura. Melina got in the front seat. The driver was Teddy Franklin, Todd Burke’s associate.

Todd was in the car behind us. I wasn’t sure who any of the others were, besides Misaki and his eldest son.

“You okay?” I asked Laura. She nodded.

“Everything is so sharp, so clear…” she said. She was in that trance like I had been in after the helicopter crash. I knew her senses were on a higher plane right now; she had expected to die and had prepared her mind and soul for it, then been given the last-second reprieve.

“Tell me what you see.” I said, to get her to focus on this moment, even to enjoy it if that were possible.

“I see the snowflakes.” Laura whispered. “Their patterns… There’s a bird in that tree up ahead.” I could barely see the bird she was pointing out, and would’ve missed it. She then took my hand. “Your hand is warm. I feel your pulse in your fingers. Thank you for saving me.”

“My honor and pleasure.” I said, taking her hand in both of mine.

“We’re not out of the woods yet.” said Teddy Franklin, pun not intended, I’m sure. “We have a fence and a checkpoint up ahead.”

We didn’t need to worry. When we got there, we were waved through. Then the ‘guards’ got into the last car after closing the gate. They were Misaki’s men.

We drove for several miles along the road, hoping to not see any police vehicles of the country we were in. We were fortunate, and arrived at an obscure gate on side road. Going through it, we drove though a thick line of trees and came out on the back side of an airport.

It was not just any airport. It was a NATO military base, I realized. Military planes were taking off in the distance as our convoy drove up to a hanger, where four military transport planes were parked.

As we all got out, Melina pointed and said “There’s our plane.” She began going towards it.

“No, I’d rather take this one.” I said, pointing to the one on the far left. The back cargo ramp of this plane was opening up…

… and out popped the Deputy Director of the FBI. Someone had to be providing us adult supervision, I silently joked to myself.

As we approached, two medics came out of the plane with a gurney. Misaki’s men put Laura on the gurney and the medics took her into the plane. As they did, one of Misaki’s black-clad, masked people came up to me. It was obvious from her hips, ass, and the large breasts straining against the fabric of her black pullover sweater that she was a woman. She reached out and handed me something: the two memory sticks.

Melina saw the sticks and was stunned. Her pocket had been picked by that person! But she was not the most stunned person at the moment. I was looking into the eyes of the masked woman, who I originally thought was Misaki’s daughter. But she was not… and I knew who she was.

I was looking at Teresa Croyle.

Needless to say, my face was a mask of stunned surprise, and something nearing anger. Why Teresa was here so soon after her being wounded and having had surgery, I did not understand. Teresa looked right back into my eyes, underscoring her will power to be here and part of this team.

“Great job, Don!” said the DepDirector. “Misaki-san, I am very grateful to you and your men.”

“It was our pleasure to be of service to the Iron Crowbar.” said Misaki. “And to defeat the plans of those who sent Dr. Fredricson to be so ignominiously killed.”

“Yes.” said the DepDirector. “Okay, everyone aboard. Let’s get out of here.” Even Melina got on our plane, leaving the CIA’s plane behind.

*BOOM!*

“What was that?” asked Melina as the sound echoed through the air.

“Oh,” I said, “that would be an errant round from one of the NATO jet fighters on a live-fire exercise. It’s possible I activated the homing signal device in Laura’s backpack just as we left. I suspect that facility looks more like a hole in the ground now.”

“That was another good thought you had.” said the DepDirector.

The ramp closed up and the plane began to taxi out. Laura was being examined by an onboard doctor; this C-141 was actually a medical transport aircraft.

“Doctor,” I said, pointing at Teresa, “give this person a thorough examination, also. She had surgery less than three weeks ago, and I am not amused that she thinks she can go running around halfway around the world, even if it is a rescue mission of her doctor.”

Teresa had taken off her mask, and Laura gasped when she saw her. “You didn’t think I’d just stay behind and let you die here, did you Doctor?” Teresa asked Laura. My wife just smiled.

“You are a brave woman.” Laura said. “But your boss is right: Doctor, please check her out.”

Part 9 – The Flight Home

We landed at Rammstein Air Base near Wiesbaden, Germany to pick up some wounded Marines that were being sent home. kaynarca escort The front of the plane was curtained off so that they could not see Laura or the rest of our group, but after we had taken off again, I went aft to speak with them.

“Sir,” said one of them, “aren’t you the Iron Crowbar guy who gave that speech we saw on Youtube?”

“Yeah, you’re the guy who didn’t let them get away with murdering Gunny Guernica!” said another Marine. “I knew him. Thank you for what you did for him, sir.”

“It was my honor to do so.” I said. “And I’m proud of all of you Marines, and I thank you for your service.” I talked with them for a few more moments, hearing of their being wounded in Afghanistan, then the nurses told me I needed to let them get some sleep. I wished them all well, then returned to the front section of the plane.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“So you don’t trust me?” Melina asked as she watched me give the DepDirector the memory sticks. He was already transferring the data to FBI Headquarters by satellite linkup, and they’d be sharing the data with the CIA… after making arrests of double agents.

“I trust you fine.” I said. “But I trust the FBI Deputy Director a lot more. Also, it’s some of the people you’re working for that I don’t trust. Sending my wife on this suicide mission is just one example. And there was no way in hell I would’ve let my wife or myself step onto that plane the CIA sent for us. We’d all be dead by now… ‘accidentally’ shot right out of the sky over the Atlantic.”

Melina was still pissed that her pocket had been picked of those sticks. She’d watched me carefully, but I’d never gotten near her. She’d failed to notice Teresa.

“How did you even know about any of this?” Melina asked as we watched the DepDirector at work at the console. “I know Laura would not have told you.”

“She didn’t.” I said. “But I cannot allow the CIA to think they are dealing with an Agency of the Weak Minded, now can I?” The DepDirector had overheard us, and was chuckling at that one.

“Your sister.” Melina said, with sudden understanding. “Your sister Elizabeth. It had to start with her.” I could see she was beginning to put the threads together.

“Oh, what a tangled web we weave…” I said in the form of a quotation. “I just hope you aren’t being caught up in it.”

“How would that be?” Melina asked.

“I think that’s a conversation for me to have with my sister.” said a voice. I looked up to see Laura standing there.

“Honey, are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine.” Laura said. “Come along, Melina. We have some things to talk about.” Melina got up and went with Laura into the other compartment of the plane. The words ‘come-to-Jesus meeting’ flashed in my head…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I stood before Takaki Misaki and all his men and women, and bowed formally to them.

“I am grateful to all of you.” I said. “I cannot thank you enough for the service and the assistance you have given me.”

Misaki stood up and bowed back. “It has been our honor, Crowbar-san. You have shown yourself to be a man of the highest integrity, a man who understands the meaning of honor. This is the least we can do to repay past favors, as well as honor the alliance and friendship that we have forged.” With that, he invited me to sit down next to him. This would be considered an honor, especially as I was armed with the Crowbar Katana in his presence.

“So, just how did you come to understand what was happening?” said Misaki.

“You and your people got a lot of it out of the assassin JACKAL.” I said. “He was hired to kill me as insurance, very expensive insurance, so that I would not interfere in their plans that my wife’s last mission for the CIA would be a terminal one. They also don’t want me figuring out what their plans are to cause racial tensions to boil over into open warfare. On that, they are too late; I have long past seen through that plan.”

“Good.” said the DepDirector, who had come in. “So you’re ready to help us destroy Superior Bloodlines once and for all?”

“Yes sir,” I said, “as I promised I would. But Mr. Director, Superior Bloodlines is not our only problem, and may not even be our biggest problem.”

“I understand.” said the DepDirector. I peered at him; I did not think he truly did understand…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“She’s fine, Commander.” said the Army doctor, a female Lieutenant Colonel. She had just examined Teresa. “Your wife also checked on her. Captain Croyle did not do any damage to her wounded areas, but she’s tired out and I’m giving her an IV for dehydration. We’ll check again before we land to make sure there is no internal bleeding.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” I said. I went up to Teresa, who was lying on a gurney that was locked in place. “Wow, the things you do to get out of desk duty, huh?”

Teresa smiled wanly. “Did you know I was part of Misaki-sama’s group, kızıltoprak escort sir? You act like you’re not surprised.”

“I wasn’t totally sure.” I said. “But I was not surprised, either. You’ve been training with Todd for years now, and your Aikido skills are probably better than mine. I realized it for sure when you met us at the airport and asked to see the Crowbar Katana… which no one had mentioned yet. So you had to have known about it before I flew to Japan to receive it, and that means you had to be part of their clan to know that was going to happen.”

“I guess we’ll find out about the Aikido during the Police Boxing Matches.” Teresa said, her eyes glinting.

“Yes, we shall see.” I said. “Why do I feel lucky right now that I have input into the brackets?”

“Set those brackets up right, sir!” Teresa said. “And make sure my path crosses Cindy’s.”

“I will do that.” I said. “You just prepare yourself for your chemo…”

Part 10 – The Final Journey Home

We landed at Andrews AFB (now called Joint Base Andrews). We were transported to a hospital facility near Langley that is not known to the Public. There, Laura was and better treated for her injuries. She also talked with fellow psychiatrists about what she had gone through.

I noticed a few people go into and out of a room a couple of doors down, and I’d recognized them. I went down and took a look, and then came back and got Laura.

“Laura, are you able to get dressed and come with me?” I asked.

“Why?” she asked.

“Just… do, please.” I said. Laura got dressed and I led her to the other room. She went inside and I followed.

Lying on the bed, with monitor hookups to the side, was an old woman. We were just in time. The woman was dying, and it did not take my mother’s powers of observation to see that she did not have long left. Laura gasped when she saw the woman… whom she’d named our daughter after.

Laura stepped up to the bed. The old woman opened her eyes, and when she saw who was there, she smiled a radiant smile of pure joy that let me know that this once was a very beautiful woman.

Laura!” she said, the happiness in her whispery voice filling the room. “You made it! You survived!”

“I told you I’d come see you again.” Laura said, trying to smile herself.

“I know… but I thought the next time I saw you, you’d be greeting me in whatever place we go to after this one.” the old woman said. “Oh, Laura, I’m so happy to see you! You made it! But… how?”

“The Iron Crowbar, of course.” Laura said. “He came after me. And he won. He always wins.”

“Mmm, he’s a good man.” said the old woman. “You make sure to care for that man, and treat him right… and raise his children right… I once had a husband… he was also a good, good man… he was an Agent, like us. He was out of fieldwork, we were going to settle down, have children… then he went on a very routine mission to one of our Eastern European embassies.”

“What we did not know,” the old woman continued, her voice weak but resolute, “was that the traitor Aldrich Ames had given his name with so many others to the KGB. They kidnapped him off the street… and they executed him. One of those stars in the wall is for him.” She was referring to the wall in CIA Headquarters where a star was embedded for every Agent that had died in the service of the CIA.

“I’m sorry.” Laura said sympathetically.

“It’s okay, dear.” the old woman said. “I’ll be seeing him shortly. Oh, Laura, I am so happy you survived… this is no longer our Agency, what we loved for all those years.”

“It will be again.” Laura said. “We’re cleaning it up.”

The old woman nodded. “That doesn’t matter now. Just let me… look into your eyes, my dear girl…”

Laura nodded, matching the woman’s gaze into her eyes, seeing the happiness there. Then, after a long moment, Laura realized that the old woman’s eyes were no longer seeing. The light behind them was dimming, then it finally flickered out.

An American Patriot, whose love of her country was such that she gave up her life, her family, and indeed her very name in its service, was now in a place where spies were not needed, and there were no secrets to be kept.

Laura closed the old woman’s eyes as nurses came into the room in response to the flatline tone of the heart monitor. I took Laura into my arms and eased her towards the small sofa against the wall on the other side of the room, and sat her down with me. My wife collapsed into me and began crying as I held her to me,. She was crying for the loss of the woman who was the only mother she’d ever known, and for a lot more as well. We stayed there for a long time as she let it all out…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Monday, January 16th. I was in the office of the Deputy Director of the FBI at 6:00am. Laura was at CIA Headquarters. Today was her retirement ceremony.

“The amount of information she brought us is staggering.” said the DepDirector. “We’ve already made 33 arrests of double agents here in this country, and seven overseas. In addition, we’ll be expelling 12 Russian agents, and monitoring a few others.”

“Good.” I said. “I’m just glad she’s getting out. The Company has some deep, deep problems, and with Laura retiring and the ‘old mother’ having passed on, it’s not going to get any better.”

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In my story “Poolside Posers” I described the nude swim and sex romp in our hotel on the first day of the graduates induction course our company sent me, my colleague Tony, and two girls, blonde Babs and brunette Lucy on at our site in Germany. Readers have been asking what happened the next two days.

The four of us spent the whole of the next day in mind numbing meetings in a stuffy windowless room in our company office. For me, and I guess Tony, the boredom was relieved only by re-living the memory of sex with Babs and Lucy the night before, and ogling Babs’ and Lucy’s legs, tight business skirts and the curves of their boob clinging blouses, hoping no one noticed my suit trousers bulging as I thought of the things I would like to do with them.

After a team dinner, our day of meetings finally ended and a taxi took us back late to our hotel. We all went up to Babs’ room. We unwound drinking beers and watching the hotel TV porn channel. Tony was on the swivel executive chair, I sprawled in the big black wide armed leather armchair, and Babs and Lucy were seated on the big double bed with their tights off and their legs folded up treating us to peeps of the gussets of their panties between their bare legs.

“It was so hot in that meeting room,” said Babs. “Boy do I need a shower.”

I was about to stupidly open my mouth and suggest that we’d better leave and let Babs take her shower when Lucy spoke.

“Me too. Can I join you?” The girls looked at each other and grinned, then Lucy continued. “And how about you too, boys? That shower’s big enough for the four of us.”

The shower was like a big walk in wet room partitioned off from the rest of the bath room by a glass panel.

“Oooohh!” Cried Babs in mock astonishment. “Lucy! You’ve got a mind like a sewer!” But the grin growing on Babs’ face showed that she had a mind like a sewer too! “I’m up for it! Come on boys!”

Neither Tony or I said anything in reply but the looks on our faces must have told her that we agreed the shower was just right for a foursome too! Babs slid off the bed, stood, fumbled with the clasp and zip of her tight blue pin striped business skirt and let her skirt drop. While she hung her skirt over the back of the swivel chair, bending over to show us her white satin thong, Lucy took her blouse off to display her big breasts nestling in the lace edged cups of her black bra.

“Come on boys!” Lucy laughed as she dropped her skirt to show her brief black panties matching her bra.

Tony and I quickly followed the girls’ example but the girls were nude first whilst Tony was in his boxers and I was just in my pouch style briefs. The girls stood watching us with big grins, purring with approval and giggling with excitement as we slipped off our undies and showed them a pair of half erect but rapidly rising penises swinging from our hairy balls. Then the four of us stepped into the shower.

Lucy had been right. The walk in shower certainly was big enough for the four of us. Babs turned the control and sensuously warm water cascaded over us. In an instant our naked bodies, Babs’ long blonde hair, Lucy’s neat curls and her dark pubic hair were glistening wet and water was trickling over the girls’ big bouncing breasts and down their cleavage, dripping from their peaking pink nipples and running down Tony’s smooth bronzed six pack and my hairy chest. Tony’s and my cocks swung up hard erect, nearly eighteen inches of erect penis between the two of us! Babs turned her attention to me, and Lucy took on Tony.

“Mmmmmm!” Babs purred as she ran her fingers through my chest hair, standing so close in front of me under the cascading water that her nipples brushed my chest and my penis head prodded her between her belly button and smooth shaven slit, “I love hairy chests!”

But the shower was also deliciously cramped harem escort enough that we couldn’t move without our wet naked bodies constantly brushing and pressing against each other. The head of my hard up cock poked and slid across Babs’ and Lucy’s soft wet bottoms and up the wet valleys between their bum cheeks, over their thighs, their fronts just below their belly buttons and through Lucy’s soft wet bush. Babs’ and Lucy’s breasts brushed against my hairy chest, my arms and my back, and against each other’s naked breasts. I couldn’t help noticing how the girls enjoyed it when their breasts rubbed together!

As you’d expect, my hands roamed over two smooth round female bottoms and two pairs of breasts, over female thighs, through Lucy’s wet bush and over Babs’ smooth sex mound, and between female thighs from the front and from behind, while female hands roamed over my chest, my backside and my straining sex kit!

Also as Tony and I unavoidably brushed and pressed against each other, our stiff penises collided and our shafts and penis heads rubbed together each other in brief “sword fights.” I must admit I found the experience of Tony’s stiff penis against mine extremely erotic! Memories came back to me of my days at boys school, naked with other boys in the communal showers after sports. Getting an erection had been taboo, but inevitably one boy got one and seeing it every boy’s including mine would be up hard and soon there’d be a forest of erections sticking up from our bushes of young pubic hair, and in those showers crammed full of naked boys “accidental” contacts between hard up penises were surprisingly common!

I spent ages soaping and lathering Babs. I’d wanted a good long feel of her delicious big round bouncers for ages. She leaned back against the glass wall thrusting her big soft breasts up and out for my hands to soap them and then for my tongue to lick the suds off. She bent over with her legs wide and her glistening wet smooth bottom toward me for me to slide my hand between her spread thighs to soap her bottom, her bum crack, her pussy and the backs of her thighs. She stood with her legs wide for me to lather her mile long legs and her smooth shaven sex mound before I crouched down in front of her to lick the suds off her vagina lips. I made sure I got the tip of my tongue between her lips. Babs’ hips trembled, she thrust her pussy forward against my face, and above the sound of the shower I heard her cry out, telling me my tongue was doing a thorough job!

Babs gave me just the same treatment! I stood leaning back against the shower wall thrusting my penis forward, and Babs squatted down in front of me. Before she licked the soap off my hairy balls and my by now almost vertically erect penis she flicked my so sensitive shaft and knob with her nipples. I nearly jerked over her boobs there and then! As well as licking every trace of soap off my shaft and balls, she took the lust swollen, so sensitive head of my cock into her mouth, sucked it and massaged it with her tongue. I was straining for all I was worth not to jerk my load into her mouth, sure that there would be more and better to come.

Finally Babs’ lips slid off my knob, leaving my cock rock hard on the brink of squirting its load, and she stood there with the water running down her glistening wet naked body. Tony and Lucy had been up to much the same as Babs and me, and Tony was bending over with his hands against the glass wall with his legs wide, water cascading over his bum, and with Lucy standing behind him with her hand between his spread legs stroking his arse and fondling his balls and shaft from behind. His cock looked every bit as rock hard erect as mine.

“These boys’ cocks look stiff enough to snap,” Babs laughed. “I’m sure I can hear them creaking. I think we kalamış escort need to do something about it. Don’t you too Lucy?”

Without waiting for Lucy’s reply, Babs took me by the hand and led me out of the wet room.

“You’ve always fancied my tits, haven’t you?” Babs said with a mischievous smile. Babs hadn’t missed my lustful looks at her tight tops and blouses and the way my hands had hungrily explored her boobs in the shower. I’d had my eyes on Babs’ big round melons from the day I first cast eyes on her, and I’d masturbated enough times imagining them. “Do you want to fuck me between them?” she continued.

The toilet was nearby, and again without waiting my reply Babs sat on it, spread her legs, leaned back and held her big melons up squeezed together. She’d taken one of the little bottles of moisturising cream from the shelf on the wall of the wet room and she poured it into her cleavage. I moved in ready to slide my straining shaft between Babs’ boobs, but before I tit-fucked her there was time for more foreplay. Babs’ nipples were up with arousal, sticking out like little deep pink corks and well lubed with the cream. She gasped with pleasure as I crouched down and licked her nipples, flicked them with my thumbs, then stood and tickled them and circled them with the head of my penis.

I heard a grunt to the side of me and looking through the glass wall I saw Tony standing with his bum pressed back against the glass, shoving his erect cock forward, with Lucy kneeling in front of him. His cock was almost touching her lips. She was tickling him between his spread legs and over his balls with her fingers and her tongue was darting out to flick the big round head of his penis. Every time she licked his knob Tony grunted and juddered. Having teased him, Lucy’s lips slid slowly over Tony’s knob and down the length of his shaft till her nose was touching his pubic hair, then she took hold of his thighs and began to methodically slide her lips up and down Tony’s shaft.

I left Tony to get it from Lucy and I got in position for mine! I stood between Babs’ legs and slid my shaft up between her breasts as she squeezed them together until the head of my penis stuck out of her cleavage. Babs reached under her breasts and tickled my balls with her fingertip and bent her head down and treated my knob to an exquisite lick and suck.

I had a quick glance at Tony and Lucy. Lucy’s pendulous breasts were swinging with the rhythm of her body rocking as her lips slid full length up and down Tony’s shaft. As her lips pleasured his shaft her fingers tickled his balls and her cheeks dimpled as she sucked him. Tony was running his fingers over Lucy’s bare shoulders and through her wet hair.

I treated my hungry cock to long rhythmic full length thrusts of my shaft between Babs’ cream lubed breasts, with the pink-purple tip of my penis peeping out between her boobs at the top of each stroke. My hairy belly was rubbing against Babs’ taut aroused nipples with each thrust as I tit-fucked her. I well knew that when girls are really aroused they can come to orgasm just by stimulating their nipples, and my belly was certainly doing that for Babs! She was soon panting, gasping, moaning and quivering with hot arousal. Babs’ tight warm cleavage felt just like a girl’s vagina, and after what felt like ages of sex pleasure my steel hard penis sliding up and down squeezed between her soft, smooth well lubed breasts my cum jerked its load between her boobs. I pushed Babs backward with my last thrust, my knob slid up till my knob was poking high up above her breasts, and my semen fountained over her face and hair. In her excitement Babs’ arms slid round me and she gripped my backside to pull me hard against her soft breasts.

Lucy and Tony were still going but kavacık escort I could see Tony was close to coming. His face was twisted as if in agony, his entire body was tensed and he was gripping Lucy’s shoulders as her lips continued sliding up and down his rod. I watched till he thrust his hips forward and pulled Lucy’s head against his belly if he was trying to ram his cock as far down Lucy’s throat. He gave that strangled grunt every guy gives when his semen spurts, then nearly pushed Lucy over as his hips thrust and his body juddered in his orgasm.

After a final dip under the shower to wash my semen off Babs’ boobs and where my and Tony’s semen had run down our thighs the four of us came out of the wet room and flopped naked onto Babs’ bed. Like the evening before we drank cold beers from the minibar, watched the hotel TV’s porn channel and romped and fondled with the girls on the beds. My cock was aching hard again and Tony’s looked as hard up as a guys cock can get. Lucy whispered something in Tony’s ear, Tony grinned, then Tony and Lucy put on just enough clothes to be decent and left Babs and me.

The door was scarcely closed behind them before I was gently nudging Babs onto her back on the bed and easing her legs apart. I was frantic to mount her and get my cock up her. But she squirmed out from under me.

“Bed’s boring!” Babs said with a laugh.”I did it with Tony on the bed all last night. Let’s try something different!”

In a moment Babs was on the big wide armed black leather armchair, with a knee on each of its wide arms, her bottom toward me smooth and gleaming under the light, and her smooth shaven pussy bulging out beneath her bum cheeks with her pink labia glistening with sex juice. She looked at me over the long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and her fingers peeped out between her legs as she reached down to play with her pussy and to run a fingertip smoothly along the lips of her slit.

“Please … like this.” She said softly.

That certainly looked more interesting than bed! I stood behind Babs and began to play with her, caressing the backs and insides of her wide spread thighs, stroking her bum cheeks and tickling her along her bum crack, getting close enough that the head of my hard up cock brushed against her legs. My hand slowly worked its way closer and closer to her vagina, and while it crept toward her cunt Babs smoothly masturbated her pussy. She was soon hot and wild and when my fingers first touched her juice soaked labia she cried out and quivered with excitement. I stroked her vagina lips and circled her clit with a fingertip to take her to the brink of orgasm. It didn’t take me long to get her trembling and whimpering with arousal and sex pleasure.

Then it was my turn! I took hold of her spread thighs and teased her by prodding and nuzzling her arousal swollen labia with my knob before I slid in full length so my bush of pubes brushed against her mound. I felt her vagina muscles squeeze around my shaft every bit as tight and smooth as her breasts had been. I held her thighs tightly and gave her vagina full length rhythmic thrusts, and watched her bare back and golden hair rock with the rhythm of my thrusting penis as my hips pat-patted and rubbed against her big soft bum. She climaxed quickly but I held her tight and kept going inside her pulsing vagina as her back arched and she involuntarily thrust her hips in the pulses of her orgasm. She was whimpering with the pleasure of her afterglow as my own cum began to rise. In my orgasm thrust as I filled her with semen I rammed my belly against her soft buttocks so hard I shoved her up the armchair. I stood there for a brief while holding her bum against my hips before I stepped back. Babs stayed in position with her knees on the arms of the chair.

“Oooooohhh! That was so good!” she gasped, and she reached down between her legs to clutch her pussy, while my semen mixed with her juice trickled down the insides of her thighs.

We flopped on the bed for one last beer together and to watch the rest of the porn movie. Then regardless of the early start planned for the next day Babs and I settled down for a busy night in Babs’ big double bed!

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My name is Kat. I’m 53, blonde, and still in pretty good shape I think. 5’5″ tall, only 140 lbs. 36c/32/34, and work out on a pretty regular schedule. Overall I think I have maintained a healthy life style, and held up to the test of time.

I was about to have all of that put to the scrutiny of an old friend whom I had not seen in many years. We were roommates in grad school at Notre Dame together. Although we stayed in contact over the years it has been more than a few since we had spent time together.

Her husband had business in my area, so they were going to stop by for a visit while they were here. I was beyond excited. The last time we had all gotten together we had a great time out and about, but alas, it was a short visit. She was my first female sexual experience back in college. I did remember it fondly and converted to being Bi due to the pleasure I had enjoyed with her.

She called to let me know they had arrived in town, were looking for a hotel, and would meet with me later. I was happy and nervous all at the same time. She had called a second time to inform me that a hotel was hard to find since there was a convention in town.

I suggested they simply stay at my place since I had plenty of space with my daughter away at school. I gave her the address, and told her I’d meet them at the house in about 20 minutes.

I arrived home to find them waiting in my driveway. The hugs and well wishes were as if we had never been apart. We picked up as if no time had ever existed with us being apart. I had forgotten how beautiful she was. I short 5’1″ redhead, maybe still only 120 lbs with an amazing 34d/30/34 body that looked magnificent. Her husband by contrast was 6’3″ well over 200 lbs, and still as solid as he had been in his younger years.

We moved inside to get them settled into the guest room. Tony had to run and meet a client, without knowing how long he would be gone.

After he left we decided to have a glass of wine and catch up on how our lives had turned out. Before starting on a second glass we decided to change into our bikinis and relax in the hot tub as it had been a long drive for them. The wine flowed almost as well as the conversation. Time flew by as we chatted about everything under the sun. As it was with us no subject was off limits.

The second bottle being opened was the turning point in the evening. Our topic shifted to our sex lives, and how good ferhatpaşa escort or bad things had been throughout our lives. The wine and the heat of the water did have an effect on the both of us. As the sun was setting and a chill coming on we went back inside. Dropping the wine and glasses in the kitchen, we went into the laundry room to pull off our swimwear, and dry off. Robes were hanging on hooks for us to pull on once we had removed the wet clothing. Stealing glances at her amazing body sent shivers down my spine.

We retrieved the wine, and retired to the living room. Turning on the television while we continued to chat.

Sharing a few photographs of recent events proved to be interesting. While looking through her phone I stumbled on a photo of her and another woman in a compromising position. My shock must have been evident as she looked to see what I had reacted to. Her smile and laugh resonated within me. She flipped the photo the next few at a regular pace. Each photograph more revealing, and sexier than the last. The photo’s started my own thoughts to turn to sex. My nipples hardened, and I felt a longing between my legs as it had been a bit for my own needs being met.

It could have been predicted, but it still caught me off guard when she leaned over and slowly kissed me. The softness of her lips pressing into mine. The pressure of her mouth against mine the feelings running through my body in an instant. Returning the kiss was without hesitation, long, slow, and deep. Our tongues meet somewhere in the middle and explored each other in a lazy circle.

During the kiss my robe somehow became undone, and opened. Her hands cupping, and kneading my breasts. The nipples begging for more attention. Deepening the kiss, her hands and fingers fondled my breasts more. My desire was rising causing me to get a little moist. She broke the kiss, and her lips trailed down and over my neck. Her teeth leaving little nips as they went. Her tongue swirled around first one nipple, then the other. They screamed for direct attention.

It felt like it took forever for her to run her tongue over my nipples, sending my body into outer space. The softness of her tongue and lips on my nipples had them standing straight up for her. Licking and sucking them to full hardness, allowing my body to react in the way she liked. Licking and sucking each gebze escort nipple in turn drove my desire to rise further.

The pressure of her mouth sucking my nipples was sending me further into sensual wanting. About that time I felt her fingers slide between my legs and across my slit. The effect was electric. The wetness that occurred was right on time with her sinking them into me, pressing them in then wiggling them out. Her slow and easy rhythm was fantastic, raising my desire for an orgasm even higher. The moving of her fingers in and out, combined with the sucking of my nipples had me ready for more.

Pressing her fingers in deep and hard drove me to arch and fall over onto the sofa. My head propped up on the arm, as my legs splayed open. She didn’t miss a beat and her head went between my open legs swiftly. Her fingers deep inside me as her tongue circled my clit. Head back, eyes closed enjoying the feelings rushing through me. In, and out she moved her fingers in an easy manner, as she licked around my opening and clit. The television was loud, but my moans were louder.

I heard her moaning and opened my eyes to see her husband with his hand moving behind her. We locked eyes for a moment, and smiled at each other.

He stood up and started removing his clothes. I watched in awe as his muscled body came into view. The powerful chest was first, then, the legs as his pants came off. Her fingers pressing deep, and hard in and out of me. Her talented tongue hitting all the right spots. His body making me want more of him. As he removed his boxers, I stared in surprise.

He took a step closer and I realized I wasn’t seeing things. There before me was the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It had to be close to a foot long, and thick as a cucumber. I was captivated as her fingers and tongue teased me further and further. He placed one leg over me and settled with his huge cock inches from my face. I attempted to wrap my hand around it, but it was slightly bigger than I could manage. Stroking it as best I could, and bringing it to my mouth. Tasting it I found it hard to get into my mouth.

Her fingers moving in and out, her tongue flicking my clit had me on the edge. I started fitting his cock in my mouth a bit at a time. I never got more than half of it in. Between his cock, and her work on my pussy I was on the edge. When she sucked my clit, güzelyalı escort and plunged her fingers deep into my pussy, I exploded in orgasm.

I vaguely remember being picked up and carried, but the feel of the soft bed is what I awoke to. As I looked around I saw them engaged in a bit of fun. Her mouth was wrapped around his cock, and his fingers were pressing into her pussy. He saw me looking, and motioned me to help him.

I moved to between her legs, and smelled her excitement. It made me want to enjoy her more. Watching how she took care of his cock I would have to find out how she was able to take so much of it into her mouth. But for the task before me, I bent to take my first taste of her. Licking along her wet opening was heaven. I took to it with all the care she took to me. My fingers delving deeper into her moist wetness. Her clit open before me. Licking the flat of my tongue across her clit as my fingers drove in and out of her pussy. His cock matching my movement in her mouth.

Settling in between her legs to enjoy giving her what she had given me. Fingers driving in and out. Licking and sucking her clit. Focused on pleasing her as she had me. Her moans getting louder. In and out of her warm, wet pussy went my slender fingers. Curling across her G-spot on the way out. Teasing her slow, then fast over her clit. Her thrashing under me.

I heard in a clear voice “Fuck her good”

Focused on her pussy, I didn’t pay attention to him moving behind me. He lifted me onto my knees and lined himself up to my opening. I tried to focus on her pussy and the pleasure I was giving her, but it was hard to do so as I felt him start to slide that monster into me. Opening me wider than I thought possible. Feeling him sink in ever so slowly I grew to accommodate his size. It felt wonderful, but drove me to suck her clit harder. As he got into a nice easy pace of fucking me I was able to attack her wet pussy. As he drove his cock into my pussy, I drove my fingers into hers. Sucking and licking her clit as he pulled out.

Something driving into both of us, he into me, and I into her was forcing the both of us toward orgasms. In, and out motions were making the both us moan louder, and louder. Her orgasm hit first as my fingers and tongue worked her pussy to flood onto my face. His huge cock forced me forward onto her body. Laying slightly on top of her as he rammed home the final time to force me over the edge. Finally he pulled out and shot a giant load of cum over the pair of us.

She and I lay together on the bed, panting, and covered in sweat, and cum. He retired to the wash room and returned with warm wash clothes so we could clean up a bit, then to the kitchen for some cold water.

What an interesting first evening together.

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I text you and tell you that “we’re ready”. You come to the hotel door and knock. The girl on the bed is still a little oblivious as to what is happening. I have had my tongue between her legs for the last 1/2 hour and she has orgasmed so many times that she is out of breath and still trying to recover. I let you in you look around the room. I am already naked and hard. You reach down and stroke me. You ask if I’ve been having fun. I give you a long kiss and let you taste the girl from my mouth.

You look over and see her stretched out on the bed. Her legs and arms are drawn out in a spread eagle formation. She is blindfolded and still breathing hard, but has her head turned toward us. She asks who is in the room. I tell her that I have a ‘treat’ for her. I walk over and run my hand up the inside of her thigh. I insert two fingers into her and she moans. I pull my fingers out and trace them up her stomach and over her breasts. I then run them along her lips. She opens her mouth and allows me to insert my fingers into her warm mouth. I let her suck on them for a while. You in the meantime, have walked over toward me and have kneeled down in front of me. You slowly take my cock into your mouth and start to suck me. You feel my hardness going into your throat and you look up at me — I am smiling.

You are pushing back against my cock as you feel me go deeper and deeper into you. I push you forward onto the bed and you grab the girl’s leg for support. She bucks her hips in fright, but then starts to squirm a little – trying to get someone to touch her. You look to the end of the bed and see the mirror’s reflection of what is going on. You smile at yourself, but the smack I give you on your ass brings you back to reality.

I stop for a moment to pick erenköy escort you up and turn you around. I then lay you sideways on the bed in such a fashion so that the small of your back is resting on the girl’s stomach. I then move toward you and put my fingers inside you. I pull them out and tell the girl that I want her to taste you. She opens her mouth to let my fingers in. She loves it and asks for more. I tell her there is more to come but she must wait. I move back between your legs and proceed to start fucking you again. This time you cannot contain your emotions and you are making noise. I am calling your name and telling you to cum for me right here. You wrap your legs around me and tense up. I can feel your hips quiver as you start to orgasm. You continue to shake as I push my cock right up against your clit – moving it back and forth as the orgasm washes over your body. You lay completely back when you are done – you are breathing heavy now and I watch as you try to relax.

Slowly I pull you up from the girl and put you in the chair. I lift each leg over the arm of the chair so that you are spread eagle. I then drop to my knees and slowly run my tongue up the inside of your thighs until I reach your wet pussy. I insert my tongue and you lean your head back in ecstasy. I continue licking and sucking you while you watch the girl on the bed try and get free. She is begging for someone to touch her. You motion to your purse. You have brought something. You pull out a device that looks like a small egg attached by a wire to a control box. “It’s what I call a bullet”, you say, “She will enjoy this”. I sit back and watch as you sway your hips toward the girl. You put the ‘bullet’ directly against esenyalı escort the girl’s clit and you turn it on. The ‘bullet’ vibrates – slowly at first, and then faster as you increase the speed. I can see the effect on the bound girl – she is pulling against her restraints as she pushes her pussy upward. It doesn’t take long before you have her moaning and thrashing about – it’s an erotic site to behold. After a few more minutes you have her cumming and begging to be fucked.

I ask if you’d like to watch me make her come. You move my lips to yours and give me a kiss. You say ‘go ahead’. I rise up and move to the rear of the bed now. I look over at you and you have already begun to play with yourself. Watching you keeps me hard as I lay myself over the girl and slowly push myself into her.

As I slide into the girl I slowly move my hands up to cup her breasts. Her nipples are hard and you watch as I pinch them. She asks if you are still in the room. I say yes, and I ask her if she likes to be watched by someone she has never seen while she is getting fucked. She says she is extremely turned on. I look over and you and wink. You have your right hand rubbing your pussy very quickly and you are almost ready to cum again. I start to thrust into the girl harder and harder. You watch as my body pushes the girl against her restraints. You can see her breasts heave every time I drive into her. You get out of your chair and walk over to me and put your hands on my back, so you can feel my body move in and out of her. You reach around my chest and rub my nipples – you ask me again when I’m going to get them pierced. We laugh.

I ask you to do me a favor and untie one of the girl’s ankles. I dragos escort untie the other. I then untie both her hands and flip her over. She is on all fours before I take her hands and stretch them out and retie them. I leave her legs loose so she can pull them under her. I make her spread her legs wide and we both stand behind her watching while she exposes herself to us. You ask if you can touch her again. I say yes. I move to the front of her and sit down at the head of the bed. I put my legs underneath her arms. Her face is now right in my lap. I move her mouth onto my cock. You move toward her and run your hands up the outside of both her thighs. She now realizes that you are involved again. She starts to bob up and down on my cock as you begin to explore her pussy. It’s not long before you have moved underneath her and have pulled her down onto your mouth. You insert your tongue and begin to move it in and out — tracing up her lips until you reach her clit. Then you start to suck it hard. I can feel from where I am that she is about to cum. I push her up and down on my cock until I feel her stiffen and then shake. She pulls off my cock and moans out loud that she is coming. I get out from the front of my bed so I can watch you continue to bring her to orgasm.

I then tell you that I have a treat for you. I behind the girl and spread her ass cheeks apart. She knows what is going to happen and she arches her back. I then begin to push my cock into her ass. I know you love to watch this and having me over top of you while I fuck this girl in the ass is almost too much for you to take. You reach up and grab my ass and start pushing me so I go deeper and deeper into her. I am now giving her everything I have and you can hear the slapping as I pound her over and over again. I tell you I am going to cum and you watch as I pull out and spray my cum all over the girl’s back. You crawl out from underneath her and she collapses on the bed, spent from all the energy she has just exerted. You get dressed quietly and I give you a kiss. You then leave the room — I tell you that I’ll call you as soon as she leaves.

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One of my Literotica friends has asked me to add a little bit more about my fun that I had in my younger day. I was 19, just about to turn 20 when this experience occurred.

I have already written but not yet shared a couple of the fun times I had on foreign holidays with my friends.

I will be adding them to this ‘series’ of experiences.

The fun I had experienced had whetted my appetite for more and I took every opportunity I could to have some fun whenever away.

On one such occasion I had been away with a couple of friends for a short break in London. A bit of sightseeing and also a bit of retail therapy as well.

The friends I had gone with had planned a visit to some family they had down there,and as I didn’t know them I decided to give it a miss.

I decided I would go for a bit of a wander myself. Take in some sights, do some shopping and see if I could have a bit of fun.

I was glad I did!

It was a nice summers day so I had dressed for the warm weather. A shortish denim mini skirt, white blouse and a pair of moderate heels. I had a new set of white undies to go with it. Frilly and lacy white panties and a white bra.

I set off from our hotel once the two other girls had left for their overnight visit to their aunts house.

My first stop was a coffee shop for some refreshment before doing a little bit of shopping on Oxford Street.

I hadn’t had any cock for a well over a week or so and I was ready for a bit of nookie.

On finishing my spending spree in the early afternoon, I headed back to the hotel, happy with my purchases and also feeling a bit fruity and up for some fun.

On arrival back at the hotel I settled in to the bar area for a wee G&T to unwind following my shopping trip. There was a large conference room/hall adjacent to the bar and I had noticed in the morning that there was some type of business seminar being held in it.

A few of the business men and women had already begun to filter into the bar area and I noticed that they all appeared to be winding their meeting down.

I was sat in a window area looking out onto the grounds of the hotel and as I sat looking out I noticed a few guys at the bar giving me the once over. I was beginning to get that naughty feeling that maybe some fun was on offer here, and I started to glance over in their direction, hoping maybe they would make eye contact, and see if any of them were brave enough to approach.

I needn’t have worried because within a few minutes one of the three men approached asking if I would mind if they pinched the other seats around my table.

I of course said, “help yourself.”

To which the man asked me if I was waiting for some friends or would I like too join his small group for a drink or two?

I gleefully accepted, explaining about my friends being away and about me being on my own. Very quickly the other two men joined us and we introduced ourselves.

The three men were in fact two brothers, Sanjit and Dillip and one of their suppliers Ian.

It transpired that they owned a small chain of shops (ladies clothes/boutiques) in the south of the country, the conference was on some managerial technique or other and they were staying overnight in the hotel afterwards.

I would have placed the two brothers in there early 50s and Ian in his 40s. They were all well turned out in suits and lovely smart shoes. Rather on the paunchy side, not fat exactly, but a little bit overweight.

We chatted and I was asked why I was down in London, why I hadn’t gone with my friends, and what had I been buying etc.

On answering them I could tell that the elder brother Sanjit was straining to try and get a glimpse down my top as I sat chatting, and as I motioned forward to pick up my drink this got me thinking to myself.

‘Ah so the randy bugger wants to have a peek eh.’

I then began to make sure I lent forward just that little bit more and that my tits were jutting out wards as I did so, hoping the randy fucker would get a bit of a titty flash as I did so.

I think I was managing to do it quite well,and making it look quite accidental, because he certainly got flushed around the face, and I don’t think it was just from his glass of whiskey!

By the next round of drinks it was becoming obvious that they were all flirting with me and that I was openly responding.

The usual moves had been employed by me: flicking of my hair, crossing and uncrossing of my legs, which seemed to particularly entertain Dillip, the stretching across to reach for things accentuating my titties and making Sanjit go redder and redder in the face.

We had a pleasant chat and flirt for a good hour or so, the conversation becoming more suggestive with the passing of time and the consumption of another round or two of drinks.

I had informed them of me buying myself some new shoes, undies and a new dress whilst out shopping in the morning. Ian was the first to respond, asking if they were sexy undies for my boyfriend, and if the dress was short enough to be interesting.

I caddebostan escort had been giggling away with him saying that he was a ‘cheeky so and so’ adding that the dress was ‘far too short for in here anyway!”

He was responding by telling me that would be a sight worth seeing. as I had ‘nice legs’ and he told me he certainly enjoyed them in my mini skirt.

By now it was obvious they were trying to pull me and that I was certainly open to the idea.

They asked me what my plans for later where, and I said I would probably have a shower and may well be popping out for a meal somewhere and then probably be back at the hotel again for a couple of drinks.

At this point Sanjit asked me if I would like to go for a meal with them, as they had planned a trip out for a meal and then had hoped they might ‘get lucky’ and meet some nice ladies.

I said I would love to join them but that if they were hoping to meet some ladies they may be better without me tagging along.

Ian replied by saying ‘well we’ve already met one’ and that I seemed like fun. By this point I had already made up my mind … I was fucking them all that night.

I then said, “Okay I will go and get changed and meet you in an hour or so?”

This was greeted with a welcome round of yes pleases and I was soon headed off to the lift. My shopping in tow, and giving my best wiggle as I was making my way back to my room.

Ian decided he needed to go to his room at the same time and so we headed off together to the lift. Sanjit and Dillip were sat finishing off their drinks and smiled as Ian made his way with me.

Once in the lift Ian asked if I was okay with having the three of them so obviously chatting me up.

I responded by saying I was a big girl and could handle the three of them no problem.

Ian then simply asked, “And would you?”

“Would I what,” I asked back, knowing full well what he was meaning.

“Well if the three of us fancied a bit of fun, could you handle us all?”

I looked at him and gave him a wry smile, “I have handled more than three before don’t you worry,” and with that I gave him a wee peck on the cheek and told him I would meet him and the others in an hour or so.

I could tell he was desperate to make a move on me there and then, but the tease in me just wanted to keep him waiting.

Once in my room I was little bit giddy from one too many G&Ts and also from the familiar feeling of sex taking over me. I knew that if I played this right I was getting a lot of attention that evening and that just made me feel even randier.

I showered, pampered my self, gave my cunny a fresh shave and cream and then started to get ready.

I had bought a nice black dress in the morning. Mini length but quite elegant, strapped and backless. I had also bought some new black wedge style shoes and also some nice hold up stockings and undies from one of the ‘posh shops’ on Oxford Street.

Once dressed and made up I was beginning to feel that warm, wet tingling sensation that my fanny gets when I am in the mood for some real fun.

By this time it was well over an hour and a half later and so I thought that I should make my way downstairs to see if they were all talk and no action or if they were going to take me out.

They were all sat in the lounge area. They had all changed into different suits and had obviously made the effort. Aftershave was heavy in the air and I could see a couple of shaky hands as I walked over too them.

“Oh hiya Anna, gosh you look lovely,” was the response I got as they all admired me in my dress.

I gave them a little twirl and told them, “Thanks very much, you all look lovely too.”

Ian had already ordered a taxi for us and informed me that they had taken the liberty of booking a restaurant as well if that was OK.I said if course it was and within a few minutes our taxi pulled up.

It was a private hire cab rather than a black London cab, and Sanjit admitted that he knew the owner of the firm and so we would have the ‘best of service.’

I wiggled my way into the back,in the middle, Sanjit and Dillip sat on either side of me. Ian was looking disgruntled by having to sit in the front.

In the back I made sure that as I sat down my dress rode up displaying a hint of the pattern on the tops of my stockings.

Dillip again seemed fascinated by my legs and Sanjit again was getting a good glimpse of my boobs as we drove to the restaurant. Dillip then put one hand on my leg and gently patted it, not trying to get his hand up my dress, just resting it on my leg and giving a gentle squeeze every now and again.

Ian was chatting away to the taxi driver and we all were feeling rather merry and things were getting off to a good start.

Dillip then lent over and whispered in my ear, “Are you wearing stockings Anna?”

I whispered back to him, “Yes they are the new ones I got this morning, do you like them?”

He then whispered back to me, “Oh anadolu yakası escort yes, I love stockings and your legs are lovely in them.”

With this I wiggled a little bit and let my dress ride up a bit more, now the full tops of the stockings were on show to the two guys in the back seat.

I whispered back to Dillip, “I hope you like the view now!”

He replied in a hushed whisper in my ear, “Oh yes Anna you have my cock hard already just looking at you.”

I glanced down to his crotch area to see the tell tale bulge pointing upwards!

“What are you two whispering about?” came the response from Ian in the front.

“Never you mind,” I said. “That’s our secret,” to which Dillip gave a huge grin and a playful squeeze on my stocking top.

Sanjit was sat on the other side and his hand had strayed on to my left thigh as well.

I smiled and them both and whispered to them in turn, “Don’t worry you will get to see and feel a lot more later!”

“If you both have bulges that size all night the waiters will be worried,” I then said as I looked at their crotches.

We all laughed and I straightened myself up and the rest of the cab journey was spent with us three in the back having a laugh and a smile to each other.

We arrived at the restaurant and once seated at our table the flirting began in earnest. Ian had obviously been feeling left out in the front and he sat next to me, eyeing up my tits at every opportunity and also commenting on ‘How sexy you look’ and telling me ‘You have a lovely pair of legs.’

The compliments flowed along with the wine. the three of them appearing to enjoy having me as their ‘date for the evening’

On chatting they all admitted to being married, now I feel slightly ashamed of this, but at the time I thought to myself, ‘Ah fuck it if their wives cant keep em happy.’

Sanjit and Dillip both said their wives were very sexually inactive and that they only had sex rarely with them. Ian said his wife was more of a game one and admitted that she had once taken a younger lover whilst on holiday.

They asked if I had ever been with an older man and I told them a little about Eric my previous lover and also intimated that I had enjoyed some fun with a few of his friends as well.

They seemed genuinely taken aback at this and Dillip in particular wanted to know more details

We sat and chatted and the talk was quite raunchy, as I told them of my times acting as waitress at Erics poker nights. I could Tell they were all getting hot under the collar.

I was certainly getting hot down below, my pussy was starting to get very moist.

The conversation continued throughout the meal and during this time I was playfully ‘fondled’ under the table.

Nothing too extravagant, just a little grope up my dress onto my leg and a few whispers of, “give us a little flash of your tits.”

I responded by giving them all a little pat on their trousers and loved feeling their cocks getting stiffer as each time I did so.

After a couple of hours we had finished the meal, had drank a couple of bottles of wine and were all getting on very well indeed. Sanjit suggested we may want to go for a drink in a club or bar, to which I said, “I would rather we went back and had a little drink and some fun at the hotel.”

Ian was the one to ask me outright, “So are you inviting us all?”

I replied, “Of course. I want my three hunks all to myself. I’m a greedy girl!”

Sanjit was bright red at this point and I asked if he was embarrassed.

“I don’t think I can stand up at the moment,” he replied and I looked down to see he had an enormous hard bulge of cock jutting up in his trousers.

“Bloody hell,” I quickly said. “What size is that! It looks huge!”

“Oh hes a right show off, ” Dillip replied.

“Just because I got your share too,” replied a clearly proud Sanjit to his brother.

We all laughed and I have to say the bulge in his trousers seemed to be hiding a prick of truly colossal proportions.

The taxi arrived and this time Ian and Sanjit got in the back with Dillip banished to the front. The flirting was more full on in the taxi on the way back.

With the two of them not feeling shy about having a grope of my tits and a good feel not only of my thigh but at one point them both having their hands up my dress and toying with my knickers.

Dillip was feeling a bit left out as I took it in turns to openly kiss Sanjit and Ian.

“Hoy you two, leave some for me,” was his response.

The young taxi driver was glancing back at every opportunity as well, getting himself a good eyeful of me being groped, snogged and generally felt up in the back seat.

Once back at the hotel we all made our way up to my floor in the lift. Once inside they got even fruitier with me. At one point I was lent against the back of the lift. My legs parted and Sanjit and Dillips hands going fifty to the dozen up my dress as they played with my by now sopping dudullu escort wet fanny.

Ian was groping my tits and licking my ear, probing it roughly with his tongue as well.

We staggered out of the lift and virtually ran to my room. Once inside it became a pretty frenzied scene of sexual activity.

My dress was quickly whipped off and I was then relieved of my bra and knickers to leave me just in the hold up stockings and my wedge shoes.

I didn’t get a chance to get anything else off when Sanjits cock was popped out of his trousers and fuck me it was massive!

“Fucking hell, let me get hold of that,” I said as I stared at his enormous tool.

I sank onto my knees and began to work on his shaft with my fingers. My whole hand was easily wrapped around his cock as I wanked him slowly.

“You’re fucking huge,” I said to him.

“Get it in your mouth then,” he replied. “Let us see what a good little cock sucker you are.”

I eagerly gobbled on his prick as the other two guys began to get undressed. They were both soon fully naked and had their cocks in their hands tugging at them gently as I worked on Sanjits gigantic bell end.

I slobbered over it and I couldn’t fit the full length or thick, red head into my mouth, in fact if I had 3/4 of his cock in me I would have been lucky.

“Fucking suck it you sexy bitch,” was Ian’s response to me bobbing my head up and down and back and forth.

“I told you she was a fucking tart!” He swore. “I could tell from the moment I saw the slut this afternoon.”

All the action. the sight of the huge cock, the sight of the other two pulling on themselves had me really juiced up and I began to let flow with my own stream of filth.

“You fucking filthy bastards,” I said. “You’re dirty, cheating fucking bastards and you are all gonna fuck the shit out of me.”

“I want your wives to smell my fanny on you all when you get back home. Come on get those fucking cocks stiff and get them over here.”

The three of them took it in turns to feed me their cocks as I licked, sucked, slobbered and spat all over them. I worked on them for ages getting them rock solid and really wet with my spit.

By this point my cunt was dripping and my slit was opening up nicely, even before any of the guys had got to work on me.

I continued licking and sucking on their cocks as I was positioned onto all fours doggystyle, and Sanjit moved behind me.

He gripped around my waist and I could feel his huge cock end beginning to nudge my cunt lips open. With a thrust he was up me and fucking hell I thought he was going to come out of my mouth!

“Fuck,” I shouted.

“Do you like that Anna?” was Sanjits reply. “You like my big cock up you, I bet you haven’t had one this big up you have you?

I was on all fours with Ian wanking his cock slowly at my side, Dillip was in my mouth as I slobbered over his prick in between thrusts and moans from his brother Sanjit behind me.

“Oh fucking hell,” I moaned. “Your fucking cock is gorgeous, Christ I’m gonna cum off already, fuck me Sanjit, fuck me with your cock. Fuck it hard. Jesus fucking christ I’m cumming already!”

I urged him on as I intermittently sucked on his brothers tool as he stood in front of me.

“Your fucking cunt is soaking you dirty bitch,” Sanjit was now really pounding me from behind and slapping my arse as he did so.

Ian was slowly pulling his cock in front of me and he was commenting on the action as he did so.

“Fuck the bitch San, fuck the young tart.”

“Go on get the full length up the whore, fuck her deep and make her cum, you fucking love it don’t you Anna?”

I couldn’t disagree I was loving having this spit roast and was cumming heavily on Sanjits massive cock.

“Oh I fucking love it Ian, fuck me I’m cumming,” with a few more thrusts I came off as Sanjit continued to slowly fuck me from behind.

He slipped out of me easily and I immediately got to work on sucking my fanny juice from his prick It was absolutely stiff as a poker, bright red and covered in my creamy cunny juice.

I licked it all off and again slobbered over his huge prick. I couldn’t believe the size and girth of It, and I had taken it all up my cunt with relish … and I wanted more!

As I sucked on Sanjit, using my tongue to get all my sticky juice lapped up, Dillip and Ian moved behind and commented on my fanny.

“Its fucking wide open and the sluts dribbling cum,” was Dillips comments.

“Shes fucking wet but tight,” Sanjit told his brother.

“Not anymore,” laughed Ian and with this he stuck his whole four fingers up me and then began to work his thumb up me as well.

“You’ve fucking stretched the little whores cunt well and proper.”

“He was fucking amazing,” I said to Ian, Sanjit smiling and winking at me.

“Glad you like my Indian 10 inches,” he said.

I replied, “I love it and don’t think you’re finished yet!”

“Lets see if I can fist you, you dirty little bitch,” Ian said to me

I again got onto all fours with my legs wide as I could and Ian slowly worked his hand up into my sopping gash hole. I was bucking back gently to meet his hand thrusts as Dillip moved behind to get a good view and Sanjit continued to feed his monster cock to me.

Sanjits cock had opened me up so much Ian was easily able too get his fist up me and he began to fist me as both he and Dillip urged me on.

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Breastfeeding. Tis a wonderful thing.

Now as a man, I realise that saying such a thing might see me mistaken for a perve and a creep. Hell, it’s pretty hard for a guy to espouse any praise for the natural act of a woman feeding an infant by the boob, as the natural assumption is that most guys can’t separate their base sexual feelings from an appreciation of what is, very much, a natural and beautiful act.

Not that I’m saying I’m not a perve and a creep. I am those things, very much so.

I can’t help it. I’ve been a fan of the boob for as far back as my muzzy memory stretches. I love boobs. I’m a boob man. A tit fan. And frankly, though I’m not at all proud to declare it, I’ll default to stealing a glimpse of some boob even if there does happen to be a baby hanging off the end of it.

I know. I’m terrible. I’m ascribing a sexual objectivity to what is, first and foremost, an organ designed for and devoted to the rearing of young ones. I ought to be ashamed of myself – and I am, quite genuinely.

Unless I work really hard at it, I will often find myself, out of pure base instinct, whipping my head around at the merest glimpse of a breast bared in public – a breast bared not for my benefit, nor anyone else’s benefit, aside of course from providing nourishment to the woman’s offspring. I swear I have a radar for bared breasts. I see them beyond the corners of my eye, even if the poor woman is sitting directly behind me. Somehow, I know that a boob is out, and I find myself gawking at it before I can think to stop myself.

It has been a problem plaguing my entire adulthood, and for a long time I struggled to overcome the issue. At first I tried to overcompensate. If ever I should offend my own growing feminist sensibilities by ogling a breastfeeding woman in my company, I would make every effort to not look at her again – not at her boob, or even at any other part of her. She became invisible to me, like she was not even there. Which, on reflection, was of course simply dumb. I’d be unintentionally ostracising her from my conversation or attention, appearing to punish her for daring to feed her child in public. It was the last thing I wanted to do, of course, and yet there I was doing it.

Then there was the time I was in conversation with a new mother, who was also a good friend, when she casually popped out a boob and started feeding her baby right there, right in front of me. What did I do? Did I make it weird? But of course I fucking did – never in my life had I ever held such a fixed lock on eye contact with a person such as I did during the remainder of that conversation. I was so determined to not look at her boob, so determined to prove to myself, and perhaps to her too, that I could be better than a slobbering perve, that I once again made things weird and uncomfortable by tractor-beaming my gaze deep into her eyes, drilling with my irises into the very depths of her psyche and her soul. She looked uncomfortable, but I was dumb and stubborn and lacked the preparation or imagination to behave any better. Can’t say I’m too proud of how I handled that one.

That was back in my youth, though. With time and practice, in more recent experiences of a similar boobs-out nature, I could brow-beat myself into performing a passing impression of a normal human being. In between all of these near-miss breastfeeding shenanigans, I also somehow managed to find myself a real nice lady who saw something in me worth sticking around for, and we went and made ourselves our own little squalling piece of progeny.

As part of that process, my missus – she has a name, her name is Shelly – joined a Mother’s Group, a bit of a support and social network comprised of other new mums in our local area. And boy, if you were ever inclined to find a situation where bare boobs and breastfeeding abounded, go and find yourself a Mother’s Group to hang around.

I came prepared. Fathers weren’t verboten from the Mother’s Group – just as it was for the ladies, for the lads it was also an ideal chance to make some new mates and remonstrate on the many joys of new fatherhood (sarcasm only mostly intended). Beyond a chance to hang out with new mates, in attending these Mother’s Groups I knew there was only too great a certainty that one of these newly-met ladies would whip out a boob and stuff it into a bubba’s gob. And I was determined not to be weird about it.

Come the day and time, and lo and behold, of course it was the hottest of all the other mums who first went and bared a breast. Her name is Heather, and just to add to the fun of everything, her hubby Chris was the bloke I’d best hit it off with and considered the closest of my new buddies.

So when I found myself watching Heather undoing her blouse and fixing to pull out the boob, I looked away. As one would do, if one had control of one’s faculties and wasn’t a horrible revolting perve. Happily, Heather’s boobs weren’t enormous – her baby’s head, once in position, covered her up quite safely, to escort bayan acıbadem the extent that once she had her bub in place I felt free and safe to continue to regard Heather as per normal. I could safely look to her when she spoke, and I would look away when there was no other real reason to continue looking at her, just as I would if she didn’t have a boob hanging free and easy out of her shirt. I was doing well, I thought to myself.

And as the coup de grace, the finishing touch to my efforts to pass myself off as something other than a vile and reprehensible turd of a person, I even chipped in to the conversation a couple of times when she spoke while she fed – fixing her easily in the eye, smiling lightly and normally, even cracking a joke at one point and making her laugh. All while she had a lovely, perky, really very nice boob out there in the open.

And it was nice. It felt natural and easy. I felt like I’d finally trumped my base villainy, like I perhaps might finally be considered a regular human being in the grand scheme of things. Not that it was entirely easy and natural for me, I still had to check myself as boobs came and went, I’d still have to work to present a normal façade during future meetings of mothers and baring of boobs. But to have come away from that initial challenge, without having caught a glimpse of my mate’s wife’s breast – either accidentally or intentionally – it felt good.

And you know what? It kind of felt like my effort was actually appreciated by Heather. It’s hard to say how or why, but on some subtle wavelength it truly felt to me like Heather had recognised in me a fellow of fine quality – like maybe she had issued something of a challenge in baring her breast for those first few moments, a challenge that other men in that situation had failed; perhaps other blokes had gone for the gawping gawk at her bared bosom, or perhaps they had erred on the other side as I used to do in my youth, making such a show of ‘look, I’m not looking!’ that it became something of a sad spectacle.

From that point on, both Heather and Chris were nothing but effusive with their friendship, both towards me and Shelly my wife. As time went by the mother’s group dwindled, some ladies going back to work, others fading away from the meetings due to any number of reasons. Similarly, other couples and groups had formed tighter-knit bonds of their own, eventually to the point where myself, Shelly, Heather and Chris found ourselves only really hanging out with each other.

And that was absolutely fine. Shelly and I did alright for ourselves and we had a nice little house in a good town, and we’d have Chris and Heather over every now and again for a meal and a laugh. But Chris and Heather seemed to be doing even better, with quite a large and very nice place up on a hill with a top view out over the ocean. It had spare bedrooms aplenty, and they kept large reserves of top-notch beer and wine too, which in combination made Saturday nights of boozing on at their house – with our bubs asleep and safely parked upstairs – a regular occurrence.

One such Saturday evening, nearly twelve months into our mutual parenthood, we had just made a start on the fun. The sun had not yet gone down and things were only just kicking on; Heather was giving her little girl her last feed of the night, my Shelly had our little tyke upstairs and was deep into the twenty-minute ritual of settling him down for a sleep, and Chris was down the bottom of the yard taking a business call. I was nursing my first cold beer, though Heather had not yet started drinking, not wanting to spike her baby’s milk with alcohol.

Which made it all the more surprising when, on finishing feeding, Heather didn’t immediately tuck her breast back into her top.

I looked. I couldn’t help but look, a quick fleeing glimpse.

It was the first time I had truly caught a good look at our Heather. Her breasts weren’t large like my Shelly’s – think Jennifer Aniston and you’ve good a good analogue for Heather’s breasts and general fine figure, where you need to stretch more to a Salma Hayek to get a better idea of Shelly.

Heather’s boob: perky. No natural droop or sag to speak of whatsoever. Fulsome, flush with the swell of breastmilk. Adorned with a prominent nipple, smallish in diameter but tall and proud of the boob; it stood stiff and erect, possibly a result of the rush of a cool summer’s ocean breeze upon her damp, exposed skin.

I felt guilty as soon as I looked at her breast, and I quickly looked up to see if Heather had caught me – and of course she had. But there was no reprimand forthcoming. If anything, she looked somewhat triumphant, a twinkle in her eye and a small smile on her lips as though she had achieved exactly what she had hoped to achieve.

Not knowing what to make of that, and silently reproaching myself for failing in such an obvious fashion, I looked out to sea and took a swig escort bayan bağdat caddesi of my beer. What else was there to do?

“Shelly’s not breastfeeding any more, is she?” Heather asked of me.

“No, she transitioned our bub to formula at six months,” I replied – trying not to frown quizzically, being quite sure Heather knew all too well that Shelly was no longer breastfeeding. “Her milk supply didn’t seem to be doing the trick anymore.”

“It must be nice to be free of having to feed,” Heather reckoned, still with a boob out. I knew she was still exposed, seeing enough from the corner of my eye to know she hadn’t moved to tuck it back in, without seeing enough to actually still be seeing it.

“Yeah, there’s a lot of convenience in formula feeding,” I found myself agreeing. “Easier to regulate how much bubba’s getting, easier to do the feeding out and about…”

“Guess I’ve just been lucky. Little Missy usually gets far more milk out of me than she knows what to do with! And breastfeeding in public – well, that’s half the thrill.”

I found myself gripping my beer quite tightly at the way she said that. There was more than a hint of allure in her voice, and I struggled not to panic. Standing alone with an extremely attractive woman, who had her boob hanging out of her top for no apparent reason – what was I supposed to do? Where was I supposed to look?

She must have sensed my predicament. “You are allowed to sneak a peek every now and again, you know,” she whispered, conspiratorially.

I stole myself another hesitant glance again, and she practically laughed at me. “You’re too much a good boy, Marcus,” Heather admonished.

I laughed a little at myself too. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m just… I really don’t want to be a perve.”

“I know,” she smiled. “You’ve been really good from the outset, since the day we met. And I’ve appreciated it, Marc. We both have, Chris and I. Too often, even in the old Mother’s Group, guys take my feeding Little Missy as an invitation to cop an eyeful – it can be quite repugnant.”

“Oh I’m sure,” I interjected quickly. “And that’s the last thing I wanted to do, that’s exactly the kind of guy I don’t want to be. You and Shelly are such good friends, and Chris is such a top bloke, I just…” Even as I spoke, I couldn’t help it, and I found myself stealing another glace at Heather’s still-bared boob.

“Oh jeez,” I self-admonished, as I looked to see Heather grinning ever-larger at me and my haplessness. “Heather I’m sorry…”

“Marcus, no offence taken! I’m the one who’s flashing you,” she said, punctuating her statement with a cheeky poke of the tongue. “Perhaps I’m the one who owes you an apology?”

“No no no no no,” I said, realising as I did that I said it too quickly and too vehemently. “I mean… I’m just trying to say… oh man,” I finished, giving up and taking a long, settling swig of beer.

Heather was fully laughing now, taking great delight in my discomfort and self-reproach. “Marcus: please. Just take yourself a good long look, okay?”

As the beer settled into my system and had its desired calming effect, I shrugged at myself and did as invited: I turned to Heather and took a good long look at her very nice bared breast.

“There now. Doesn’t that feel better?” Heather smirked, turning a little as though to let me appreciate it from several angles.

“It’s a very nice boob, Heather,” I told her, for lack of anything better to say.

She laughed again, and finally reached to put her boob away. “Honestly, Marc, it’s fine. I know you work hard to not come across as a perve, and like I said, both Chris and I have always appreciated that about you. But really – for me, anyway – there comes a point where your ‘not looking’ gets a little frustrating. I mean: everyone sneaks a peek every now and again. They can’t help it – I do have nice boobs,” she said, as a simple matter of fact.

I nodded along. “Yes you do,” I offered.

“I do,” she smiled. “And, well, I kinda like showing them off. For me that’s a big part of the thrill of breastfeeding: a perfectly good excuse to flash everybody in public. It’s fantastic! And then here’s you, this really cute and funny guy, you’re such a sweet dad and a doting husband, probably one of the most attractive guys I know,” she added quietly, which riled me up no end, “and you’re steadfastly refusing to sneak a peek, ya shithead!”

“Oh,” was all I could say, followed by: “well, all you had to do was ask!”

“Well I have asked,” she smiled. “So please, by all means, sneak yourself a peek. Stop teasing me so.”

“Okay,” I said, trying to piece back together some semblance of a balanced façade – no easy task in the face of such a request, hard on the back of her casual revelation that she found me highly attractive. “Well I’ll tell you what. Every time I’m around for feeding time, I’ll do my very best to sneak a peek just escort bayan kozyatağı as the boob comes out, and again just as it’s being put away again. It’s the very least I can do.”

“It’s all I can ask,” Heather agreed, with another highly cheeky look in her eye.

“So,” I said, deciding that since the topic had been aired, there’d be no harm in pursuing it further. “Do you really get a big exhibitionistic thrill out of breastfeeding in public?”

“Oh yes, absolutely,” Heather grinned. “It’s a bit of a double-edged sword. Like: I don’t want drooling leering pervs to be all over me, that’s gross. But at the same time, being out there, putting such a personal and private part of myself out for any and all to see – it can be such a thrill. Especially in the company of friends,” she added, slipping back into that really alluring tone that did all sorts of wonderful things to my nether regions.

“Wow,” was all I could really say to that.

“Do you think that’s, like, okay? Am I a bit of a deviant, enjoying flashing my friends and family when I’m only supposed to be feeding my baby girl?” Heather asked of me – challenged me, daring me to declare her a deviant.

Having gathered something of my senses and not one to shy away from a challenge, I formulated a suitable reply. “Oh yeah, you’re a total deviant. Deviated ten ways from Sunday,” I informed her.

“Is that right?” she laughed, slapping me playfully upside the arm.

“Absolutely yes, you big old devo. But hey: I get it,” I assured her, in more serious tones. “I really do. I’m sure, deep down in all of us, everyone has a bit of that exhibitionistic tendency. A bit of a desire to get one’s naughty bits out in gentle company, to flash a good friend or neighbour – to give them a thrill perhaps, and maybe earn a bit of praise. Who among us doesn’t get the urge, every now and again, to whip it out and cause a ruckus? I know I do,” I decided to add, with a dangerous waggle of the eyebrows.

“Really?” Heather asked of me, grinning hugely. “Well I’m afraid Little Miss needs me to put her to bed,” she added, as her armful of toddler finally became far too much an armful to permit any further such conversation. “But hold that thought, hey?”

And with a final wink, she walked away to put her Little Miss to bed, greeting Shelly on her way as my wife finally emerged from the house.

“Where’s my wine, shithead?” was Shelly’s greeting for me, cheeky and challenging as ever – two among her many qualities that endeared her to me. “And what’s with the lump in your pants?” she added, giving it a none-too-subtle squeeze as she bellied her voluptuous form right up into me and kissed me.

I was not one for keeping secrets from my Shelly, so I rehashed as much of my conversation and interaction with Heather as I could pluck from my jumbled senses.

Shelly laughed several times during the story. “So she finally got you to look at her tit, did she?” she grinned. “It’s been bugging her for months, your ‘overt gentlemanliness’ as she called it.”

“What?” I cried. “You knew she was going to do that? Why didn’t you warn me?”

“And rob Heather of her fun? Nah, I love her far too much to deprive her of that,” Shelly grinned, even as she sipped at the wine I had finally managed to pour for her.

“Great,” I grumbled. “Two of them against me.”

“Poor baby,” said Shelly, completely devoid of any genuine sympathy. “Come on: let’s get drunk.”

Get drunk we did, the night proceeding easily as Chris prised himself from his phone and Heather re-joined us. Beers were had, wine glasses drained, the sun set on the view and the breeze grew colder, prompting us to take refuge in the large living room. There were two sofas arrayed facing each other, with a small coffee table in between, upon which our empty bottles quickly grew into a crowd.

Just as I found myself thinking back for perhaps the hundredth time on Heather’s boob-out antics earlier in the evening, Heather winced with discomfort, rubbing the boobs in question.

“Feeling over-full there, hun?” Chris asked of her.

“Yep,” Heather griped. “Little Missy wasn’t hungry enough tonight. I’m too damned full of milk!”

“Shoot some over Marc’s way,” Shelly joked. “He loves him some breastmilk.”

“Does he just?” asked Heather, turning her grin on me.

Happily, I had consumed enough brews to be long past any abashment on the topic. “Well, who doesn’t?” I returned. “It’s yummy. And it comes out of boobs. Win-win,” I reckoned.

“Can’t argue with that logic, mate!” Chris laughed.

“Did you used to let him partake, Shelly? Back when you were feeding?” Heather asked my missus.

“Aw yeah. If he’d been a good boy,” Shelly winked. “Poor lad never used to get much out of me though – our little grublet would usually drink me dry, best Marc could ever get was maybe a drop or three.”

I shrugged. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” said I.

“And here I am, full enough to hit you from here,” said Heather, with another one of those naughty looks on her face.

I had enough of my senses about me to know what to say to that. “I don’t believe you,” I told her, matter-of-factly. “You couldn’t hit me from way over there.”

“Careful mate,” Chris warned, playfully. “She’s a pretty crack shot. She’s like Marvel’s Hawkeye, except with long-range expressed breastmilk instead of arrows.”

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The apartment building that I live in has a very sexy leasing consultant named Holly. She is tall and blonde, and has an amazing body; a nice set of firm tits, a sweet round ass, and sexy feet and toes that drive me wild. One day at the gym I met her husband Brian, who is a good looking guy with a great body as well.

One day I bumped into Holly in the elevator, and started chatting her up. She asked me if I wanted to come over to her apartment to have a beer with her and Brian. Naturally, I said yes. Once we got in, she immediately went to change out of her office wear, and Brian and I shot the breeze for a few minutes in the living room. She emerged from the bedroom wearing a cut-off t-shirt that barely covered the lower portion of her titties, and some very tiny shorts. Her luscious ass cheeks were practically hanging out of them, and I was getting rather horny. After getting us some snacks, she settled into the couch next to Brian. They both noticed that I had an eye on her the entire time, and started giving me some looks like they knew she was working her magic on me. My cock stirred in my pants within minutes.

Holly & Brian started some light kissing, and I was being turned on. He had his hand on her amazing ass, and was squeezing it. Holly looked at me after a few minutes of this petting, and motioned to me to come over to the couch, so I did. I started kissing and fondling her sweet body immediately. We were both squeezing and sucking her juicy tits, and touching her moist pussy, working our fingers into her tight fuck hole. Within a few minutes, we were all naked, with me escort bayan kurtköy staring intently at Holly’s beautiful pussy. Holly dropped down and held our cocks, stroking and kissing them lightly. At this point, I noticed how hot Brian’s body was. He had a beautifully cut 8” fat cock with a large mushroom head, and big shaved balls. I’d never had a homosexual experience before, but fantasized a lot about trying it, and his body was turning me on. While Holly sucked him, I wished it were my lips wrapped around his hard dick. I moved behind her, and starting licking her hot pussy, and sexy puckered asshole. I rammed my tongue as deeply into her ass as I could get it, and she loved it. Her cunt juices started flowing immediately, and I followed it down her legs, licking it all up.

She kept sucking and licking Brian’s big cock and balls, and he said he was ready to fuck her. She got on her back, and put her sexy legs up on his big shoulders. He entered her, and the sweet sound of his full nutsack slapping against her ass filled the room. He fucked her hard and fast, and she moaned constantly. I could see her pussy juices run out of her hole as he pounded her twat. I started stroking myself, and sucking her delicious toes. She asked me not to cum because she wanted me to fuck her after. Within minutes, Brian reached orgasm and shot a huge load of creamy cum into her pussy. The minute he pulled out, Holly asked me to fuck her. Before I did, I got down on my knees and said I needed to clean her pussy first, and began to lick her. escort bayan beykoz The combination of Brian’s cum and Holly’s cunt juices was just delicious, and I lapped up every drop of this love potion. As I ate her, Holly said “Jeez, if you wanted to taste Brian’s cum, you should’ve just given him a blowjob!” I turned to Brian and said that maybe I would suck him after fucking his wife. He looks pleasantly surprised!

After giving Holly a solid fucking and shooting my load in her now stretched pussy, I turned to Brian and grabbed his cock, which was growing from watching me drill his wife. I licked his shaft and mushroom head, and fondled his balls. His cock was just delicious, and so big and hard, with Holly’s pussy juices still plastered all over it. My lips were stretched over his meat, and he grabbed my head and started face fucking me. Holly was busy twiddling her twat, obviously excited over watching her husband get a blowjob from another guy. I fondled his ass cheeks, and slipped a finger in his anus. He twitched a bit, but liked it. As I sensed that he was about to blow his load, I asked him to turn around and started to rim his tight bunghole, shoving my tongue in every so often. As I ate his ass, I reached between his legs and stroked his cock and massaged his balls, almost bringing him to orgasm. I could see Holly still playing with that well-fucked pussy, and bringing herself to another orgasm. She kept licking her fingers and shoving them back inside her.

At this point, I felt a strong desire to have Brian escort bayan üsküdar fuck me. I turned around and got on all fours, and asked him to fuck my man pussy. He was ready, willing and able, and after quickly giving my hungry hole a lick, shoved his throbbing cock into my ass. Never having gotten fucked in the ass before, I was in quite a bit of pain, but that subsided after a few minutes, and it became very pleasurable. Holly crawled under me and started sucking my cock as Brian fucked my virgin ass. The timing of the whole thing was beautiful when Brian shot his load into me as I filled Holly’s mouth with my own cum.

After some rest, we resumed the licking and sucking of each other. The three of us kissed deeply, and I ate both Brian and Holly repeatedly. Holly’s ability to give head was amazing, though Brian did a good job of fingering my asshole while Holly sucked my cock. We did some many other combinations that day that it’s just hard to describe. Holly was definitely a cum slut, so Brian and I both stroked off and shot massive loads on her face. The last fuck we had that day was fantastic. We created a Holly sandwich, and both Brian and I got our cocks into her pussy at the same time, giving her a double vaginal penetration. It was such a nice tight fit, and having my dick rub against Brian’s cock was amazing. We both shot our loads, and of course, I got to eat the delicious creampie after.

That was several months ago, and we still get together from time to time for an amazing threesome. Every so often, Holly will drop by to have some fun alone, so I could indulge in her sexy toes and amazing pussy. Brian and I have hung out together as well, usually with me giving him blowjobs and getting a stiff buttfucking, and he jacking me off after. One time, I bumped into him in our health club, and we quickly retreated to the sauna for a quickie, finishing off by shooting a massive load of hot jizz all over my face. I hope this fun never stops!

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Why doesn’t everyone love rough sex, especially rough anal sex? I don’t know. Backdoor loving that’s a little on the rough side has always had a bad reputation. Take it from me, it’s not all bad. It can feel pretty good when done right. All I know is that I tried it once with a guy who was really patient and understanding, and I’ve been addicted to it ever since. My name is Jasmine Petit-Jean and I am a big and chunky, six-foot-tall, big-booty young black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton. I attend Plymouth County Tech, the local school. This right here is a tale of what happened to me during Summer School 2008.

I’m a criminal justice major at the school. Attending on a partial athletic scholarship. Life in Brockton is okay, I guess. The summer has come and I am bored out of my mind. There are a lot of sexy guys with muscular bodies, cute faces and big dicks in the city. There are a lot of freaky chicks with big tits and fat asses all over the city of Brockton too. Haitian chicks. Haitian dudes. Cape Verdean chicks. Cape Verdean dudes. Puerto Ricans of both sexes. Manly Jamaican guys and feisty Jamaican chicks. So many sexy bodies, so little time.

Unfortunately, I was stuck taking Beginning Forensics at Tech because I flunked it during the spring. My class was full of nerds of both sexes. Nothing against nerds but I like my men and women to be a little on the edgy side. A little hood is okay too. Class is boring and I am horny as hell. Luckily, I got some friends who are also in school this summer, though not for classwork. escort bayan bostancı They’re student-athletes attending summer sports camps. Good for them. Thanks to them, however, I scratched that itch and got my groove back. This is how it happened.

My girlfriends are always hating on me for being a sexually adventurous gal. Must be why I’ve got mostly male friends these days. Guys are cooler than girls and a lot nicer too. They don’t hate on me for ridiculous reasons and are less judgmental. Some chicks are okay but they are rare. Which probably explains why I’m currently spending time with my two favourite people in all the world. Alexander Pierre and Jennifer Saint Augustine. Two Haitian students I am friends with.

Presently, I am with two very horny people in a secluded room inside the department of athletics. I’m on all fours, face down and fat ass up. My butt cheeks are spread and my friend Alexander is drilling his ten inches of long black dick straight up my asshole. It’s a burning sensation in my ass. A deliciously hot pain that could make me howl, if my lips weren’t busy inducing moans and gasps on someone else. Namely Jennifer and that neatly shaved pussy of hers. I lick and probe her snatch with my fingers and tongue as her boyfriend ravages my ass hard and fast, just the way I like it.

We’re all having the time of our lives here. I love licking a woman’s pussy almost as much as I like sucking a man’s dick. Dicks are easier to please. Licking pussy escort bayan tuzla is a complex art form. It’s really a lot of work. Few women excel at pleasing both cock and pussy equally. Fortunately, I am one of them.

Alexander slams his cock deeper into my asshole, down where the sun doesn’t shine. I should mention that this is a brother who’s desperately addicted to the thrills of ass fucking. He’ll fuck anyone in the ass, male or female. Yeah, this bisexual black stud doesn’t discriminate. Though you’d never guess it by looking at him. This six-foot-two ebony stud is the captain of the Plymouth County Tech men’s baseball team. Quite possibly the best-looking and most popular male athlete on campus.

His long-time girlfriend Jennifer Saint Augustine is something of a sensation on campus too. She’s a five-foot-eleven, thick and busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Haitian beauty with a face models would envy and a booty that could make most porn stars and video vixens jealous. She plays for the Plymouth County Tech women’s soccer team. We first met when she bumped into me while I was practicing some moves with the members of the all-new women’s wrestling team. We’ve been tight ever since. Jennifer and Alexander are the golden couple on campus. Everyone envies them. Nobody knows their secret lives or secret talents. For example, Alexander is the best inter gender butt fucker I’ve ever seen. And Jennifer has the sweetest tasting pussy in Massachusetts. So much fun can be had with escort bayan göztepe those two, it’s not even funny. I get to do both of them. Lucky me!

Jennifer grabbed the back of my head, urging me to lick her faster. Normally, you just can’t hurry oral sex. Whether you’re sucking a cock or licking a pussy. It’s best to take your time. However, I was willing to make an exception at this point. Jennifer likes her sex varied, fun and quick. And so I used my awesome skills to bring her to a shuddering orgasm as quickly as I could muster. Her eyes widened and her lips quavered. Then she squealed in delight. I watched, thrilled and amused, as her pussy squirted hot girly cum. I gathered the precious fluid in my hands and tasted it. Just as I expected, it was yummy.

Meanwhile, Alexander rammed his cock deep into my ass. He got even deeper than I thought possible. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my lips. Ouch, that is most definitely going to leave a mark. Fortunately, I absolutely love rough sex. Including rough anal sex. What can I say? I’m down-ass chick who likes to live on the edge. You only live once, know what I mean? While l licked every last drop of girly cum from Jennifer’s pussy, Alexander finally came. The big black stud shuddered as he finally released his manly essence deep inside me. I felt Alexander’s hot cum rushing deep inside me. Like a flood of liquid fire. It filled me, and owned my ass. And I heard myself shout in sheer pleasure at the wonder of that awesome sensation. It burns, and it hurts, but it feels so good that I don’t want it to end.

A little while later, Jennifer and I licked every last drop of cum from Alexander’s cock. Hot damn, this was awesome. Summertime just got more interesting. I think I’m gonna stay close to those two. It’s always a lot of fun to hook up secretly at school. The danger, the thrill, it’s all intoxicating. I highly recommend that you try it sometime.

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I’d always wondered what went on behind the scenes of those carnivals and circus-like sideshows that seemed to spread across the local strip-mall parking lots here in Florida. Since it was Halloween weekend, the theme of the most recent cluster of rides, cotton candy and games of (no) chance was ghosts and goblins and demons Oh my! People were showing up dressed in their favorite costumes or at least in whatever was left at the store. My wife and child had hit the grounds running at noon when it opened; it was now an hour later and I was just showing up to check out the tight dresses, pretty mommies, and college student hotties that always filled these spectacles. I mean, I was there to join my wife and daughter at the fair.

The purple/green outfit of my wife was easy enough to find but my daughter was nowhere to be seen. “She found a friend and her mom and they took off 20 minutes ago.” I was informed. “I know you hate the rides but they’ve got a neat-looking House of Horrors at the other end that is really huge and scary looking. Want to check it out?” I kind of smiled and figured: What the hell?! Might be fun at that. What I saw surprised me some. Instead of a cheesy make- shift veneer with ghouls painted quickly all over it was a formidable looking house that had been assembled on the southeast corner of the parking lot up against the side of the mall itself.

Cathy was already sprinting towards the front door while I trailed behind. Handing the barker out front her ticket stub, she was quickly ushered inside while I started sprinting forward to catch up before she was lost in the dark interior of the dank smelling shell. They didn’t seem as anxious to take my ticket as they had appeared to be about taking my wife’s but I finally got in only to realize that my chances of finding anything were about zero. Webs and streamers and ropes and what appeared at first bump to be whips and cat-o-nine-tails escort bayan kadıköy were hanging from the very dimly lit interior’s ceiling.

Then I could hear the first of what were to be several screams, moans and howls. A quick flash of light in the distance must have had a blinding rather than revealing effect on the person or persons who were up close to it. My eyes were seeing nothing but blue dots and I was at least 30 feet away from the quick light flash. Two steps farther and I bumped into someone soft, high-breasted and fragrant. “Sorry” I started to apologize when she suddenly pulled me close and proceeded to envelop me in a mixture of arms, hands, leg, and something that felt like, no, WAS nylon cord! “What the f..” was all I could get out before my hands were fixed behind my back in the cord.

Still, it was not an altogether uncomfortable feeling, what with those big boobs pressed into my back and my hands still free enough to grab a couple of fingers full of pussy. And, whoever it was, did not show any desire to back off or let go. The light flashed again and I thought I saw the outline of my wife’s body being pulled into a small booth about 15 feet up ahead, where I reasoned the side of the mall to be. Maybe the store at that end had an outside door that they were using for the spook house. The store (a drug store, I think) was opening later today. About this time, I bumped into a door myself. Had I actually been struggling with my captors? I didn’t remember even moving, but I was aware of moving forward in the direction I thought the door had been.

Now I was back in an air-conditioned room, thank you…whomever…and still a prisoner of Zenda or Zelda or….”Stand up tall!” she bellowed. Was she yelling at me, at my wife, at both of us, at someone else? Squinting around the room, I realized that escort bayan kartal it was still almost impossible to see anything. The breasts were now pushing me forward again onto what felt like a waveless waterbed. It was much larger than your basic waterbed though-maybe a tarp suspended over a small pool. And we were not alone on/in the pool. Moans, and groans and what sounded like an orgasmic scream that had been squelched a bit were arising from all parts of the room. I’d thought that $10 was an expensive ticket for this place , but now I was not so sure. The voice I heard groaning very nearby me seemed very familiar. A bit of light sneaking in from one of those flashes outside flashed in the briefly opened doorway revealed my wife of 20 years with her mouth around a huge black dick that was protruding up from our common floating surface. Someone else had a tongue buried in her own snatch thereby causing that familiar groan that I was hearing. The room went dark again and those big breasts at my back were lifting me up onto my knees while making sure the nylon cord around my wrists were still tight.

As I was pulled backwards onto her soft pillows I was now aware of a soft pair of hands pulling my dick out of my jeans and rubbing some massage oil onto my rapidly growing member. Hot breath made the oil warm significantly but soon a condom was being unrolled over the hot sticky fluid. And onto my grateful dick. Suddenly I could feel that those breasts poking me in the back were no longer confined in their pointy brassiere. They were catching me in the ear. Her warm and hairy pussy was pushing into my back while the masseuse at my front began giving my testicles an unparalleled oral massage. I had seen hundreds of people enter this carnival attraction but only a few seemed to be nearby. Had we been picked, set up, selected at random? escort bayan maltepe I did remember my wife insisting that we go….If only I could get these hands loose….yes, there it was, I had untied the knot my breasty hunter had tied me with. Time to turn the tables, or at least time to turn my ass around and check Ms. Bodacious out. Surprisingly, I now met little resistance.

The little nymphette who had been massaging my balls turned her ministrations to my ass and back side. My hands were busy now too, massaging those D cups that had been pleasuring my back for the past few minutes. She was licking my ears biting my nipples and generally not fighting at all. Quickly she reached to my ass and pulled me, dick first, towards her. In one quick motion I was buried to the hilt in a warm, wet, tight, gooey, runny sort of a hole…okay, I was balls deep in her pussy, is where I was. And she was bucking like a bronco in heat. I felt as if Mr. Happy had grown an inch more than ever before. I was pounded hard and heavy, hither and yon and up and down on the huge waterbed. Just as I was about to cum, my “masseuse” stuck her tongue in my ass causing me to shudder forth and bury myself as deeply as I could into that tight love box that was now squeezing me gently to milk the last drop of loving out of me.I could swear I could almost remember the feeling. Surely this was an old lover, not some random stranger(s).

And not too far away, I could hear that familiar groan and a whispered: “Please, you too” from that voice I knew so well followed by: Deeper, harder, more, oh, oh, oh.” I crawled in the direction of the groans only to realize that I was in a sort of crawl-line of men also headed for the sound. The line got shorter and the voice got louder. When it was my turn I was surprised to see that my wife was taking on any and all comers. And very successfully from the river of cum that was flowing past her ass.

As I was about to jump on in and join the fun, the swelling on my noggin caused me to blink again in pain and my eyes came open. Looking down at me in a low cut blouse with her breasts heaving out was the most gorgeous paramedic I had ever seen, felt, touched, got next to or imagined in my long life.

“Are you Okay now?”

I could only smile.

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It was another day in the life of Marcel Pons. He was barking orders to the crew of five he assembled for today’s casting. They were setting up the master bedroom of a rented penthouse to look like an Arabian harem. Being a porn director was not as glamorous or exciting as many guys believe — there is a lot of stuff to do, schedules to follow and deadlines to meet. The Internet porn sites he has contracts with require new material every week and this week, he was behind.

For this week, he decided to film some castings, but it was already Thursday and he barely had three scenes that were golden from the fifty scenes or so his crew had filmed. Today, he was not too hopeful. After all his agenda only had three girls and with his luck, they would be average at best. His crew was ready: John and Tito would be the talent today, Carla would do makeup and serve as fluffer if needed, while Nestor and himself would do cameras and sound. It was an skeleton crew, but it was more than enough for the three girls on the agenda.

“Marcel, Marcel” Carla came into the bedroom from the living room with her cellphone. “Marcel, we are fucked! We will have only one girl today… We checked the papers of the blonde and she was a minor, so we sent her back home. The Asian one is in the hospital — some shit about food poisoning.” Marcel looked at her in disbelief and turning towards the rest of the crew said that they were fucked indeed.

“OK guys, only one girl! We are going to offer her some quick bucks for a blowjob and if she is average or better, maybe a girl-girl or a threesome. We have all day to get something good… What’s her name Carla?”

“Hailey” Carla answered looking for the paper with the girls names, physical characteristics, and phone numbers. “She’s half Hispanic and half Italian, brunette, and 19 years old.” “That should do — even if she’s ugly as fuck!” shouted Tito to everyone’s delight.

Half and hour later, Hailey arrived to the penthouse for her casting. She was not average — she was way above average. Just 19 years old, her lightly freckled face made her look innocent and cute, but her eyes and her body looked as if made for sex. Her dark green eyes were hypnotizing and made a perfect match with her light brown skin and black hair in waves that reached her shoulder blades. At 5 feet — 6 inches tall, her Hispanic and Italian heritages were well in display with a pair of full, perfectly shaped C-cup breasts, a thin waist, and hips and ass that would put both J. Lo and Shakira to shame. Hailey was a dream came true and Marcel and his crew recognized that any scene with this girl would be solid gold.

Marcel set the interview camera on its tripod and sent the crew to the bedroom to get ready. He took some stills with his camera, then sat down to interview Hailey. Soon he realized that this girl did not have much brains. She was beautiful and sexy as hell, but she was not bright. She graduated from high school a few months ago — a “super senior” – and had not found any job. She wanted to be in the movies or in modeling and she was eager to do any job that required acting.

Marcel saw his chance and asked Hailey if she liked porn. She blushed, but said that she enjoyed porn and that she had filmed herself having sex with her ex-boyfriend a few times. Answering the typical question about what she liked to do the most, she said that giving head and dressing up for sexual fantasies. Marcel already had an erection, so he went for the kill…

“Hailey, we are filming a movie, but the actress got sick and we need to finish this week. It is one of those soft porn movies for cable TV, so you will have to be nude and have sexual contact with the talent. It is not hardcore stuff, but the script calls for some specific fantasies that are hot. Would you like to film the remaining scenes today?” Hailey’s eyes got big with excitement and accepted immediately.

“You understand, that before we begin with the movie, we need to see how do you look naked, right?” Hailey nodded in the affirmative and soon she was undressing in a very casual way, as if getting ready escort bayan ataşehir to get a shower. Marcel could not believe his eyes and quickly grabbed the still photo and kept shooting photos until she was completely naked. She was perfect — no marks, tatoos, or scars. Her breasts were what you expect of a teen, firm and defying gravity. She was completely shaven, giving Hailey a look that could turn on a dead man. She barely had make-up and she looked like a godess — and Marcel’s erection was the proof of her hotness. The tent was so noticeable that at one time, Hailey was giggling while looking at Marcel and pointed at his crotch, asking in her childish voice “Did I do that?” Marcel just smiled and nodded, telling her that it was normal for him to get this horny when filming young hot girls like her. She blushed and laughed hard. Marcel laughed with her and put down the camera while calling Carla.

“Yes, boss?” Carla appeared coming from the bedroom. When seeing Hailey naked she could not avoid to whisper her admiration. Although attractive herself, the redhead knew she would not be doing any “fluffer” job today. Marcel interrupted Carla’s contemplation by instructing her to prepare Hailey for the “fantasy” scene. He would prepare the set with the guys.

Marcel turned off the interview camera and went to the bedroom, where he had set up the equipment earlier that morning. He called Tito, John, and Nestor to the room, explaining the scene he wanted while showing some of the stills from his interview with Hailey. They had just agreed on the details of the scene when Carla entered the room with Hailey.

All eyes turned on Hailey — and all four cocks in the room stood on attention. Hailey was wearing a semi-transparent mesh genie dress that allowed everyone to see her full breasts and erect nipples as well as her pussy and ass. Marcel introduced everyone and then turned to Hailey to explain the scene.

“Hailey, this scene is the last one we need to film. This guy, Tito, is invading the sultan’s harem. He sees you sleeping over there and he will make a noise. You will wake up and before you can call for help, he will stuff your mouth, and tie your hands and feet. You have to look scared to death — you do not know what this guy is capable of! He will look at you and hesitate for a while before deciding on forcing you to give him a blow job while you are tied. You are scared, but you realize that if you do it right, he maybe leave you alive. Do you understand?” Marcel asked to confirm Hailey won’t mind sucking Tito’s cock.

“Yes, I do. I have to suck him tied up and look scared of what he can do to me.” she answered in a very professional way. Everybody smiled and Marcel saw Nestor talking quietly with Carla and both of them smiling — he was sharing the whole scene plan with Carla. Marcel waited for a few seconds and then instructed everyone to their positions. He took the camera, Nestor took the sound boom, and Hailey lied down on the plush fake Arabian pillows. Tito went outside the room to wait his call and John and Carla sat down behind Marcel’s seat.

“OK, we are ready to film. 3, 2, 1, ROLLING!” As soon he heard the call, Tito opened the door as if entering to steal something. He was a tall and muscular Caribbean Hispanic — 6 feet 3 inches tall, 220 pounds of muscle. He was dressed as a bad cross of Indiana Jones and a ninja, walking softly on the set. As planned, he tripped and made a prop glass to fall and break, “waking up” Hailey’s character. As described by Marcel, before Hailey could say a word, Tito had stuffed her mouth and tied her hands and feet with a silk rope.

He paced in front of Hailey for a few seconds and surprisingly, Hailey was showing to be a great actress. Her green eyes were bulging with fear, and she was mumbling with her gagged mouth. Tito placed his face next to hers and following the script, said in a grave voice full of lust “Listen, I will remove your gag, but you have to do something for me… alright?” In character, Hailey nodded, so Tito placed her on her escort bayan pendik knees and undid his pants, freeing his cock. Hailey looked at it and her eyes were showing genuine surprise — this was the biggest cock she had seeing in her 19 years of life. Tito’s cock was just semi-erect and it already was almost ten inches long and as thick as a steel pipe. He was circumcised and his purple head was just an inch away from her face.

Tito took the prop gun from the holster and placed next to Hailey’s head while removing her gag. “Come on, work this cock slowly with your mouth and I let you live… bite it and I will shoot your brains all over the place. Understood?” he said in character. Hailey, still surprised, said yes in a convincing tone and began licking the cock in front of her. Slowly, she bathed the cock in front of her, working it to its full length of eleven inches. She looked at Tito’s face and gave a glimpse to the gun in his hand and began swallowing the throbbing purple head. Tito reclined on the wall, trying to keep his character while getting the slowest, wettest blow job he had received ever. With his free hand, he grabbed one of Hailey’s breasts, making her moaning in pleasure all over his cock. She was still in character, looking with afraid eyes to the gun and his face, deciding to send the massive member deeper into her throat. Tito began to tense, and grabbed Hailey by her hair, fastening the pace of the blowjob. He was basically jerking off with Hailey’s mouth and she was doing a great job, using her tongue to bath the shaft and head of the cock inside her mouth, sucking hard, wanting him to shoot his life’s worth in cum. Tito became tenser and tenser, trying to hold what seemed to be a gigantic load when Marcel shouted “CUT!, CUT!” Tito stopped immediately and removed Hailey from his cock, making a loud pop sound. “Fuck, that was great! Jesus! I almost came!” Tito said, still reclined on the wall with Hailey in front of his dripping wet, pulsating cock.

“Yes, I know” Marcel said as cool as he could sound. “But you can’t cum yet. We need your partner to come in first.” he said. Turning to Hailey, he told her that he did not realized that the script required Tito’s character partner, John, to enter the scene and receive a similar blowjob before Tito’s character finish with her. Hailey asked if they would cum in her mouth and Carla intervened, saying that if that happened, she could allow it to drip over the dress. The cum scene would be edited later and the dress would be cleaned anyway. At that John suggested to end the scene with both of them cumming over her, since they were humiliating an harem slave. The scene could be later edited if needed. All agreed on John’s suggestion and Marcel instructed everyone to their positions. “Hailey, you will need to make Tito hard again, so I’m going to give you a few minutes to do it.” Marcel said in a matter-of-fact tone. Without hesitation, Hailey began sucking the cock in front of her, needing just a few seconds for Tito to give Marcel the signal that he was ready to continue.

“OK, ROLLING!” Marcel shouted, so everyone went back to character. Tito grabbed Hailey’s hair and continued using her to masturbate at the same pace as before the interruption when John came into the room.

“What the fuck man! I am waiting for you outside, exposed to the beasts and here you are, having fun!” John said in character, admiring Hailey’s job on his pal’s glistening cock. “Sorry, brother, but this piece was too good to let pass. Do you want some of it?” Tito said as offering a joint. “Of course I want some” John said dropping his pants freeing his erection. He was an Afro-American guy in his thirties, not too muscular, but with a massive penis. Although shorter than Tito’s by two inches, John’s cock was thick as a soda can. He removed Hailey from Tito’s cock and grabbing her hair, said “Open up and say ahh!”, shoveling his huge cock into Hailey’s mouth.

She adapted fast to the new girth and began working the new meat sample in her mouth. Her tongue began to work escort bayan ümraniye its mastery on John’s member, making him grabbing her head with both hands, literally fucking her mouth. Less than ten minutes of action he was grunting “Fuck, this girl is good! Good lord! Good looord! FUUUUCK!” . John could not hold longer, so he took his cock out of Hailey’s mouth and began shooting his load. The first jet crossed Hailey’s face, landing on her forehead, the second landing next to her left eye and the third right deep into her open mouth. The fourth, fifth, and sixth strings landed on her chin and her breasts. John gave two steps back and soon Tito was with his cock inside Hailey’s mouth. Still with her eyes open, showing shock, Tito fucked her throat for a few minutes before grabbing her head and burying as deep he could before shooting a massive load inside her mouth. He came so much, Hailey could not retain it all. Small strings of cum were falling from Hailey’s mouth corners even when she was clearly swallowing as much as she could. Once, twice she swallowed before Tito removed his now shrinking monster from her mouth, cleaning it with her hair.

He released his hold from Hailey’s head and allowed her to fall seated on the bed of pillows. Marcel took some close-ups of Hailey’s cum-covered face and chest before shouting “CUT! PRINT!” and began to clap. Soon all of them were clapping and Carla was running towards Hailey with a wet towel and began cleaning her face while Tito removed the binds on her hands while greeting her.

“Girl, you are great! You are a natural!” Carla was saying while cleaning Hailey’s face with the wet towel to remove the cum on her. “Really?” asked Hailey, genuinely surprised. “Of course, you were great! You even made me hot and wet!” Carla said, removing Hailey’s top and washing her chest and breasts. “God, you are so hot!” the red head whispered looking at Hailey’s face and surprising her, planted a soft kiss on her lips. Seeing she did not reject it, Carla went back and kissed Hailey passionately. This time, Hailey responded the kiss, caressing the 30 years old red head breasts. Carla opened Hailey’s legs and unbuttoned the genie pants to reveal a pussy opening, fingering Hailey deep and slow. Hailey’s moans soon were loud, so Carla continued fingering Hailey’s cunt while sucking her nipples and whispering how good an actress she was. Hailey was soon having a long orgasm, arching her back and allowing a deep howl to scape her throat. Carla caressed her face, and kissed her cheek telling Hailey she had a great future in the business.

Hailey was in seventh heaven when she felt Marcel’s voice saying to her ear that it was true she had a bright future as an actress. He positioned himself naked between her legs with his cock rubbing Hailey’s pussy. “Dear, you are a natural actress, the hottest I have seen since I am in this business!” he said while pushing his cock into her wetness. “God, you are young, beautiful, tight, and talented. You are a fucking goddess..” he repeated with every thrust of his hips into her. Soon enough, Marcel was cumming deep inside Hailey who was having a second orgasm as intense as the first one. As soon Marcel moved away from her, Nestor replaced him, burying his long and fat cock into Hailey while praising her performance with Tito and John. A few hard thrusts were enough for Nestor to shoot his cum also into Hailey. Tito and John followed, praising her acting skills and her beauty while fucking her and making her to have orgasm after orgasm, both cumming inside her. When all the guys were finished dropping their loads in Hailey, there was a pool of cum below her.

Carla helped Hailey to stand and went to the bathroom to clean her. Meanwhile, the guys dressed and Marcel turned off the three cameras that had been rolling all the time. “This will be difficult to edit. We will be stopping every 10 minutes to jerk off…” Nestor said with a sight, making Marcel smile. “I think this girl gave us enough material for a month!” he answered Nestor and both laughed. A few minutes later, Hailey came out of the bathroom dressed in her street clothes looking refreshed. Marcel gave her an envelope with $5,000 and praised her performance again. “Did you really liked my acting? I think I can do better than that…” Hailey said shyly.

“Don’t worry dear, you will have a chance to do it better. You will have many other chances…” Marcel said, thinking about what other scenes he could use this girl in the future.

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