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Being Santa was never my idea of a dream job.

But I’d been out of work for months and when the big department store in town advertised for Santa’s I was desperate enough to give it a go.

Apparently I was one of a hundred down and out guys to apply so was pretty lucky to get it. It paid pretty well but was hard work. Hundreds of kids all sitting on my lap demanding presents and there even more demanding parents wanting the most bang for their buck.

They had me in a tiny room on an uncomfortable chair. The kids would come in and if I was lucky they wouldn’t vomit or drool on me before my helper snapped a photo, they made a demand for a present and went on their way.

I was up to my hundredth or so kid on the last few days before Christmas and getting close to lunch and just about at breaking point when it happened.

The two hottest young women I have ever seen came through the curtain seperating me from the assembled masses.

They were about twenty one years old with just about the most perfect bodies I have ever seen. They were holding hands and I could tell they were lesbians but not the butch types.

They wore matching tight fitting dresses that were so low cut I could almost see the nipples on their large round breasts. The dress hung tightly to their backsides and was so high cut I wondered if it were even legal.

I looked for a kid and suddenly realised there wasn’t one! They were here for me themselves.

“Hi Santa,” said the slightly taller of the two. She stepped closer to me while her partner moved back against the wall near my helper.

She sat down on my lap and put her arm around my neck in a kind of embrace. Her breasts squeezed together and the fabric came forward so I could now see her left nipple clearly as she settled on me knee.

“This is just for kids you know,” said my helper.

“We will just be a minute,” her partner said. She turned to me and said “Do you mind, Santa? She had a rough childhood and it would mean the world to her.”

Well this was weird and no doubt about it but the girl on my lap was rubbing her hand higher and higher along my thigh and I sure as hell didn’t object to any of it. Give me her over some snotty nose kid any day.

“No trouble at all,” I said trying to say in character. “What would your name be my dear?”

“Lisa,” she said as her fingers ran against the tip of my cock through my Santa pants. “I thought you knew everyone’s name.”

“Of şişli escort course I do, Lisa,” I said. “And I know if you’ve been bad or good too.”

“Have I been naughty, Santa?”

“Not too bad to get a present,” I said.

“Are you going to give me one?” she asked. She took my hand and leant forward so my helpers view was blocked as she guided my hand between her tits and let me cup them.

My cock was rock hard by now and she rubbed her palm over it, her breathing getting shallow as she was clearly fulfilling some kind of fantasy.

I groped her incredible tits harder and she leant forward and whispered into my ear.

“I’ll suck the cum clean out of your cock if you bring me a present tonight Santa. I’ll be waiting for you to give me something made of wood.”

She let go of my cock and took a piece of paper from her dress pocket and put it in my belt.

“I’ll be waiting for you all alone Santa.”

She stood suddenly and I quickly adjusted myself so my assistant couldn’t see my hard on.

The two girls took each other’s hands and walked out without even waiting for a photo.

I quickly looked at the piece of paper. It was a rural address, miles away.

“My girlfriend is away tonight. Why don’t you cum down my chimney tonight Santa?” the note said.

I had no idea if she was serious but I got the feeling there was some life long fantasy at play here that I was lucky enough to have fallen into.

If my job was hard before it was torture now. I couldn’t get the sight and feel of her tits out of my mind and had a real tough time keeping in character as the rest of the day past by painfully slowly.

Finally my shift was over and I was in my beat up old car and going as fast down the highway as the law would allow.

It was a good three hours to the address listed and as my shift hadn’t finished until 9 pm (I swear Santa’s need a union) it was after midnight before I turned down the dark country lane still dressed in my Santa suit and with a hard on the size of Florida.

There was a small cottage at the end of the lane and by the front gate a hand written sign that said “Santa cum inside”

I didn’t need to be asked twice.

There was a porch light on and an envelope by the front door addressed to Santa.

Inside was a pair of handcuffs and a note. It read:

“Dear Santa. I know I’ve been a bad girl. I’ve said some awful curse words beşiktaş eskort and am ever so rowdy. Do you think if you could clean my mouth out with your special milk I could get a present still. You may need to tie me though as I’m ever so wayward.”

I noticed the door was slightly ajar and pushed my way inside.

The house was quiet but there was a glass of milk on the lounge table with another note.

I read it.

“A glass of milk for you so you can give some Santa milk to me.”

I crossed the lounge to a room on the far side and looked inside. It was a bedroom and there she lay. Naked above the sheets and seemingly asleep. Her hair was tied up in pony tails and her tits were large round melons that seemed to defy gravity.

I crept quietly across the room and very carefully attached one end of the handcuffs to a post on her bed head and then the other to her left wrist.

She stirred but didn’t wake up although her lips parted slightly. Very quietly I took my hard cock out of my pants but left the suit on as I figured that was part of her fantasy.

I aimed the head of my cock at her parted lips and pressed forward. Her mouth opened as my cock pushed inside but still she slept.

I raised myself up and straddled her head so that I was sitting over her with her head facing up as she lay on the pillow her handcuffed hand raised over her head.

I pushed my cock further in until I felt her moist tongue and then suddenly slammed my cock deep into her throat

Her eyes snapped open in surprise as she gagged at the unexpected intrusion of hard cock in her mouth.

I gripped her pony tails and used them to guide her head up and down as I fucked her face as she came to her senses and tried to breathe around my thrusting cock.

“Santa,” she mumbled around my cock.

“Ho ho ho That’s right bitch,” I said struggling to stay in character. “You’ve been a bad girl and Santa is hear to punish you.”

Her eyes suddenly rolled back and her body shook in a strange convulsion as she made a high pitched squeal around my cock as I slammed it in and out of her throat. I realised she was having an orgasm already and I hadn’t even touched her pussy.

This girl had some serious fantasy at play here.

Spit and saliva streamed out of her mouth lubricating my cock and making her lips slide warmly and wetly over my shaft.

“That’s right bitch, suck that cock. Santa is fulya eskort going to clean out your filthy mouth with his cum.”

Her breathing seemed to rise up again and she suddenly screamed from deep in her throat as her body continued to rock and convulse from her orgasm.

I gripped her hair tightly as I wanked myself with her mouth. I thrust her head back and forth as she applied a vacuum tight suction to my cock and her tongue danced around her warm wet mouth as my cock slammed back and forth getting harder and longer with each thrust.

Her tits were swaying back and forth beneath me.

I suddenly leant forward and pushed her head down into the pillow until my cock was all the way down her throat. I turned my head and could see the bulge of my cock pressing against her throat almost all the way down to her chest.

She kicked her legs as she struggled to breathe and was rocked by yet another orgasm.

I slowly pulled my cock out and she breathed around my cock before I slammed it down as deep as I thought it could go as her head was caught between her pillow and my body.

But then I felt her right hand reach up and push down on my backside and I realised she was pushing up and somehow managing to take even more of my cock into her throat.

She gagged and almost puked around my cock but somehow she had managed to take it even deeper so that almost my whole shaft was sliding down the saliva drenched walls of her throat.

I couldn’t take any more of it and felt my orgasm exploding out of me. As I came she wrapped her legs around the back of my head and somehow managed to bring my head down so my nose was now buried in her pussy. Her own juices sprayed out as I flooded her mouth, throat and stomach with the biggest orgasm of my life.

My face was covered in her juices as she pushed my head down deep into her pussy. Her lips were sucking at my shaft like it was a tit and my cum never seemed to stop spurting into her.

Suddenly her whole body rose up off the bed and I could tell she was hit by an orgasm as big as the one that had just ripped through my own body.

Finally she released my head and I managed to roll off her and prize my still vibrating cock out of her incredible mouth.

My cum was dripping from the edges off her mouth but she lapped at it like a kitten then turned to me and smiled.

“So,” she said. “What did Santa bring me for Christmas?”

I felt my cock twitch as she playfully licked her lips and guided my hands to grip her soft juicy tits.

“Well,” I said. “It’s wood and its going to be back up here again real soon.”

As I took her tits into my mouth my cock rose up and begged for more attention.

Santa was going to have a long night.

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A few months ago, I moved into a new apartment. New for me, that is. There were other residents already there and slowly I met them all except one. I was told that she was rather reclusive, lived alone and was not very talkative; but seemed to have a good job in the City [of London, that is.] That means she must work in the financial sector or import-export or shipping or airlines. I also work in the City as actuary with a well-known insurance group, and so hoped we would meet before long.

Actually, it was a few weeks before I first saw this neighbour as she left the building to walk [dash] down to the nearby railway station. She was [is] blonde; and looked nice in her summery business outfit of pleated lightweight skirt and long blouse, with cream high-heels. I saw her only from behind, but she moved well as she walked briskly down our footpath to the station. Her shoulders were steady as she carried the obvious weight of her case; and her hips swivelled very attractively with each stride. I determined to meet her as soon as possible; as a nice neighbourly gesture, of course. Actually, her moving figure attracted me from that moment.

By coincidence, later in the day as she returned home, I saw her coming out of the footpath and dashed myself down to the next floor, where her apartment was located. We met a she came to the top of the stairs and I spoke,

“Hello, I’m Leo. I moved into number 24. It’s good to meet the neighbours, do you agree?”

“Hello, I’m Saskia, at number 16” she replied confidently and held out her hand for a shake, “when did you move in?” she continued.

I told her the date and then lied a little, “I’ve been meeting all the neighbours [not strictly true] so are you free to come round for little drink and a bite to eat?” I noticed that her blonde hair fell down to her waist, although I couldn’t see her waist because of the long blouse. Her face was slim but not haggard, and her breasts held out the blouse in an alluring way although well-hidden.

“Well, this evening is busy. I’m writing a report for work tomorrow. But tomorrow is Friday, and that would be nice,” she looked me straight in the eyes.

“Great. Can you come round about 7-o’clock?” I asked, already thinking of the reception I should give her. And so it was fixed.

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Next evening, I prepared two bottles of white wine; sweetish Sauternes and drier Pinot Grigio, hoping to meet her preference. Also, some tacos-chips and a range of dips. She rang my doorbell at 6.58, so it seemed she was into punctuality. I like that; it fits my style also.

Saskia was dressed casually in dark blue loose denim trousers and a paler blue tight-fitting top down to a cuff waist. This outfit showed her figure clearly and I liked it immediately. Her breasts were not big but seemed firm and pointed, and her waist looked to be 10 inches or more less than her hips. She looked wonderful and I told her, “You look lovely. Thanks for coming.”

She smiled and followed me to my sitting area, and sat at one end of the sofa. I sat at the other, where the low table was set out with glasses and plates. I got out the bottles from the fridge and she pointed at the Sauternes; so I poured two glasses.

“Saskia? That’s a continental name, isn’t it? Please tell me something about yourself,” I prompted her.

“My family was Dutch. Mum and dad came to London in the late 1970s. They ran some flower shops around the city. I was born in 1985 and I work with Emirates airline in Docklands. I’m an accountant really!” and she giggled as if that information was comical in some way, or paradoxical. Already, I’d worked out that she was in her early thirties and probably earned a good salary.

“And where do your parents live now?” I enquired and was shocked by her reaction. Her eyes filled with tears and she sobbed so strongly that her shoulders hunched briefly.

“They both passed away last year. Just a few months ago. I’m sorry; haven’t got over it yet. rus escort They were lovely people and gave me the best they could.”

I held out a hand with a tissue to comfort her and she took it and also held the hand as I apologised, “I’m sorry, too. Didn’t know. Relax now, have a drink and tell me about your work.”

For the next few minutes, she told me about her university and then her professional training and now her job at Emirates. But there was no mention of a boyfriend, certainly not a marriage. I decided to probe a little.

“You’re here alone, yes? No brothers or sisters; no boyfriend?” I realised this was probably too pointed but she seemed willing to speak about herself. Her reaction shocked me again: more tears and shaking of shoulders.

“No. No one else. And no man has wanted me,” she managed a weak smile as if to make fun of herself.

I got bold, “Saskia, you’re a lovely person and a very pretty woman. What’s wrong with the men you meet?” and I laughed as if the idea was ridiculous.

Her face dropped again and she put her face in her hands as the sobbing returned. I knelt down in front of her and put my hands on her shoulders , attempting to comfort her somehow.

She spoke through her tears, “I’ve never told anyone this before in this detail but you seem a nice man. I’ve had boyfriends but they all left me when they discovered something about me – my body.”

“Saskia, I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but you’re lovely and attractive, with a good body. What possible complaint could those men have against you?” I probed a little more.

“Shall I tell you. Are you ready for a big shock?” she looked up and straight into my eyes again.

“If it helps you, do tell me. I think you’re wonderful. What is it?” I asked, hoping I would be able to cope with this intimate knowledge

“My vagina is malformed. It never closes. It’s wide open all the time and I need to keep it plugged up to prevent infection. No man can get any sex-pleasure from me. Does that make sense? I hope I haven’t shocked you.”

Her tears had dried and she was speaking matter-of-fact, as if to a medical doctor.

“But you should be able to take pleasure from your body, am I right?” I was pushing to hard again.

“When I was young, I could but now it’s all become too much for me – my disappointment and the anger of men friends I’ve had. One of them actually said to me It’s like fucking into an empty jam-jar. Can you imagine how it makes me feel?” she was on the verge of more sobbing.

I wondered what I could say or do but she continued telling me her anatomical problems, “And my bottom muscle – you know my anal sphincter – is also unformed and I’m wide open. I have to keep that plugged up all the time to prevent accidents, you know – poop? No man is ever going to make a commitment to me. I’m just a physical wreck and I’m still young,” she controlled her sobbing and looked me in the eyes once again.

I asked, “But can’t the NHS do something to help you. Rebuild your muscles or something?”

“No,” she replied, “I’ve been told there is no way to build muscles where there is no tissue. All I’ve been offered is hysterectomy so that I don’t need a vagina; and a colostomy to make visits to the toilet unnecessary.”

A plan began to form in my mind – and in my groin! I assumed that Saskia had a clitoris and responsive breasts. If so, I felt sure I could give her some pleasure and also excite myself with new experiences. I took the bull by the horns, “Saskia, please spend some time with me, alone, in bed, and I’ll do all I can to give you some pleasure.”

“Dear Leo, That’s very sweet of you but you’ll be disappointed with me. I know it, and don’t want to hurt you,” she reached out and took my hand again.

I had been kneeling on the carpet all this time but now raised myself to sit close next to her. I put an arm round her and pulled her gently towards me. Our faces came close and I istanbul eskort kissed her hair, then her cheek and she turned to face me and we kissed properly. Slowly and gently I lifted my other hand and cupped one of her breasts. She let me do it with no sign of objection, and I held her breast firmly and felt at the firmness inside an underwired and structured bra. Then I moved to the other breasts and did the same. Finally, I rested my hand on her torso, below her bra-line.

“Come now to my bedroom and let me please you by any means you want. Anything you want,” I urged her and she didn’t resist my standing up; she let me guide her down the short corridor and into my bedroom.

We held each other again and kissed and I started to undress her, by lifting her tight top. Within two minutes, she had undressed down to her panties and bra; and I had got naked. Saskia looked down at my growing erection and giggled. She put out a hand and held me under my scrotum.

“Let me take out my plugs,” she said, “so you’ll see what I mean.” The panties came off.

She reached down between her legs and from her vagina removed a flesh-coloured rubber, or other soft material, pear-shaped object with a plastic cord to pull it. It was over 3 inches across at its widest deep inside he; and she handed it to me, as if you show me. I laid it gently on my pile of clothes on the chair.

Saskia then asked for the bathroom and I led her to my little en-suite. With one foot on the toilet seat, she took a wodge of tissue and reached round to her bottom. Slowly she pulled on a t-bar handle and extracted another plug; catching it on the tissue. It also was over 3 inches across at its widest and must have been over 2 inches in her opening.

I saw that it was clean; no sign of shit. Just a smear of white lubricant. She laid it on the mirror-shelf and covered it with more tissue.

She washed her hands, dried them and then turned to me, “See what I mean?”

I led her to lie down and kissed her a lot; face, breasts, tummy, groin and her hairy mound. She smelled sweet and clean, and I guessed she’d got ready for this meeting by completing all her ablutions. I wondered what that meant about her motives; or did she do this every evening after coming home from work?

Saskia opened her legs a little and my tongue found her clitoris. It was perfectly formed and larger than I’d known before. I licked rhythmically and sucked on her clit and around the big swollen labia. Amazingly, within two minutes she put her hand on my head and pushed me down to encourage me further. She began to moan and I felt that her spine and throat were being tensed. She was on the threshold of an orgasm and it came explosively. Her whole body shook and she uttered “Mmmm.” She squeezed her legs together; forcing my face away from further stimulation.

She relaxed and held my head which by then was on her stomach. Her torso was pulsing and I realised she was sobbing again. I lifted my head and, sure enough, tears were running down her cheeks. She spoke through the sobs.

“Leo. Thank you. No one has shown me such kindness. It’s been years since I got such a pleasure. Thank you, you lovely man.” Then she seemed to wander off into a calm, almost sleepy, quietness.

I let her be quiet for a few minutes and raised myself to lie alongside her. I curled a hand round her body to hold her waist and the other hand on her shoulder nearest to me. She nestled against me until her “recovery” was complete, shall we say.

I asked, “What else can I do to give you pleasure, dear Saskia?”

She was silent for a few seconds and then said, “I’m afraid to ask you for more. You may not want to do it.”

“I said anything for you and I mean anything. Just tell me,” I spoke quietly.

She took my left hand and kissed it, and then licked it all over with copious spittle. Then she raised herself into a doggy position.

“Please put it into my bottom. taksim eskort There is already a lot of lubrication. Please see if you can fit into me, and then I’ll tell you more I like,” she instructed me.

Kneeling at her right side, I did as she asked with my left hand and it slipped through her opening with little resistance. Just a little stretching of the circular opening itself and then I was inside her up to my wrist.

“Clench your fist, please,” she said and I did that. I could feel the tube of her rectum stretching against my knuckles and my thumb.

“Push further in like that, please,” she instructed more, and I did so; feeling resistance as my penetration got up towards my elbow.

“Enough now, wait there,” and she reached down with one hand, still on all-fours, and began to massage her own labia and clitoris, until she told me, “Start push-pulling in me. Just a little.”

I did as she said; pulsing my fist and arm back and forth in her entrails by just an inch or so. The effect was amazing. She came to another massive orgasm and collapsed forward onto the bed, with my arm still inside her. She opened her legs and reached round to hold my arm, and began to urge me out of her. Slowly I undid my fist and pulled my arm out of her.

This time, there was a little shit on the edge of my knuckles. When my hand was completely free, I left her lying in her trance, and went to the en-suite; and washed my arm and especially my hand.

When I got back to the bed, Saskia looked towards me and said, “That was wonderful, Thank you. Now you know the sort of things I like. You can take me if you want but I’m worried you’ll be disappointed.”

Before I could say anything, she lifted her legs up towards her chest, so that her feet were up in the air, pointing to the ceiling, “Both ready now,” she spoke and giggled.

My erection had waned earlier but now was returning. I masturbated for a moment and decided to get into her vagina, such as it was. To be honest, it really was a disappointment. There was no sensation of friction or stretching on my erection. Ejaculation was impossible and I gave up after a few minutes, pulling out her slowly.

Saskia sensed what was happening and let her legs down and began to turn away from me, to show her self-disgust. I pulled her back to me and held her tightly, kissing her face and mouth. Tongue into her mouth and her throat. I noticed that she did not gag and planned to shag her there if she would agree. But I underestimated her and she knew what I was thinking.

“Fuck my throat if you would like. It’s the best I can do for you,” she seemed apologetic.

Without my urging her in any way, she lay across the bed with her head hanging over the edge of the mattress and her throat stretched out; and her mouth wide open. I stood at the edge of the bed, with her head between my thighs and entered her mouth. She used her tongue on me for a few seconds and then lifted her head to pull my erection into the back of her throat. I did not hesitate and slowly pushed forward until I was deep into her throat and my testicles were resting on her lips.

She held my thighs and pushed me back and forth to encourage my shagging. Within a short time, my climax began to build and she grabbed me deep into her throat as my juices flooded out of me. I could feel her swallowing at every pulse of my ejaculation, until my load was finished and my erection began to subside.

I left her throat but she held me in her mouth for a few moments longer, to tongue me and hold my corona in her teeth gently. Then we parted and lay down again. By this time, it was almost midnight and we slept together under my summer-weight duvet. I knew that I’d found a most unusual young woman and that there would be exciting days ahead.

Later in the night, Saskia asked me to fist her vagina also and we talked about double fisting in back and front openings. That happened a few day later still and she was insatiable. She wanted to be filled and pulsated deep inside her abdomen, while playing on her own clitoris and labia. And I learned even more how to bring her to climax with my mouth and tongue. All she could do for me was the deep throat. That needs another chapter at a later time.

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It had been months since she had been touched by a man. And the longer she was made to wait, the greater her want grew. She had reached the point of being almost numb to her own touch. The ever more elaborate scenarios she had set up as she locked herself in her bathroom were becoming less and less effective in satisfying her desires.

She had never had trouble getting herself off before, usually being able to give herself an orgasm with little more than a minute and a pair of fingers. There were days she might cum 4, 5, 8 or even 10 times if she was feeling really frisky. But now, she found it was getting harder to climax. And more than that, she would occasionally feel something between shame, embarrassment and disappointment afterward.

As the creeping desperation of unquenched lust continued to stalk her, her fantasies and waking dreams were going well beyond her story-book romantic thoughts from her teens and early twenties. She tried to resist the impulses that were driving her desires to darker and more deviant places, often times calling friends or family in order to stop the flow of these thoughts. But she could not stop these carnal cravings from hijacking her dreams.

The woman who commanded respect with her dogged determination…The same one who would not buckle under pressure…The one who would not back down, whether to man mecidiyeköy escort or woman…The one who was just as powerful as any man and as cunning as any woman…The one who saw what she wanted and was unafraid to do whatever, say whatever to whomever in order to get what she felt she deserved…

…was the woman who had dreams of submitting herself in ways that would have once frightened her. Vivid dreams of sex acts her friends and family would regard as depraved were coming to her with increasing frequency. Soon, she was incorporating these more extreme elements into her daily musings.

She had regularly fantasized about getting on her knees to pleasure a man. Now her thoughts went further, envisioning taking him in deeper, forcing herself to take all of him in her mouth, even practicing her breathing and relaxing her muscles that she could push past her fear and take him all the way down her throat. A feeling of exhilaration rose as she imagined all of this with a man very well endowed.

She had regularly imagined a man pleasuring her orally, but the mental images she played in her head were venturing into new territories. In order to feel something more intense, she longed for her imaginary lover to slap her vulva, gently at first, between kisses, and then increasing in force and intensity. She had one maslak eskort dream of her body being bound in a spread eagle position and being blindfolded with her lover using various instruments to slap, whip or otherwise batter her between her legs. She even took to slapping herself gently from time to time to help make her fantasy come closer to life.

She had regularly envisioned having sex, but she was now imagining feeling the intense pressure of being penetrated by a man with a large cock, one big enough that it would take tremendous force to break its way inside her. In one dream, she felt her whole body being broken open as though she were a wishbone being pulled apart. It wasn’t enough to have this man inside her, she wanted him to fill her up, stretch her past comfort. She would be brave and take all of him and not give up or tell him to stop.

She had never considered anal sex, but now she couldn’t stop herself from imagining this man forcing himself inside her ass. Her harsh refusals to previous lovers were a distant memory now. The training her mysterious lover had begun in her dreams made her want him- crave him- inside this forbidden place.

It was the ultimate intrusion, the ultimate submission, the ultimate trust, the ultimate intimacy. She even began training on her own as she masturbated, gingerly fatih eskort massaging between her cheeks the first few times before slowly sneaking a pinky finger, graduating to a middle finger and eventually the middle and ring fingers at the same time. She imagined her fingers to be the slender beads he lubed and inserted in her as he penetrated her from the front. Soon she progressed to toys in front and back at the same time, bringing herself to orgasm almost immediately the first go around.

She wanted him everywhere, filling her up all at once, taking her body past its limits, tearing her open to reach her core, offering her body to be used in ways she could not voice. Her body was his to take without asking or apology. She wanted him to own her pleasure, own her desire, own her lust, own her body. Recurring images of him cumming on her, inside her, on her face, on her lips, on her tongue, down her throat infiltrated her thoughts. She wanted his cum on her body to turn runny and drip all over her before it dried, sticky and flaky. Kneeling before him, savoring his cum in her mouth before swallowing him, consuming his pleasure would be her ultimate gratification.

Afterward, he would bathe her in a golden shower. The heat of his body on her in this way was a warm embrace, washing away any and all fear or worry, gloriously cleansing her. She wanted him to scrub her in the shower afterwards with a sponge, the hot water helping to lather her favorite body wash as he scours her skin clean. Drying her off with fluffy white towels, she emerges reborn, renewed and rejuvenated. She is made virgin again in his sensual baptism.

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She nervously eyed the door clearly marked Men’s Shower Room, hoping to catch her prey coming out. It had been almost fifteen minutes since the last man had left the room and yet none had been her mark. Growing impatient and bold, she waltzed into forbidden territory. She could hear a running shower, and the room was filled with steam. Cautiously she made her way towards the shower stalls, hoping to not run into anyone other than her target. She slowly edged herself around the final corner, and softly gasped. There he was the gorgeous hunk that had caught her eye earlier in the weight room.

She had noticed him while riding one of the stationary bikes that were situated in front of a mirrored wall. He had passed behind her on his way to one of the many pieces of exercise equipment. Enthralled, she had gazed raptly at him as muscles bulged and flexed, and sweat rolled down his body. What a sight! And now here he was. She grinned as a wicked impulse overcame her.

Stepping back a little she hurriedly toed off her tennis shoes, and stripped her shorts and t-shirt off. All she wore underneath was a two piece bikini set. The top piece was fashioned to appear as a demi-bra and the bottoms a thong. Cherry red and shiny, the leather bikini made her feel sexy. She slowly peered around the corner again, and saw his back was to her. No one else seemed to be around. They were alone. She crept up silently on him, and then cleared her throat loudly. The man jumped, and turned hurriedly around. bağcılar eskort His eyes widened as he observed Savannah standing there, who was unashamedly devouring him with her eyes.

Licking her lips, she walked up to him so their bodies touched. His breath hissed when one finger rubbed along his lips, and the other made a slow trail downward, across his chest and stomach, and finally rested upon the growing bulge. Smiling wickedly, she kneeled before him, and took his cock into her mouth. His hands grasped her head and he muttered, “What the fuck?” and then he groaned as her tongue and teeth played at his dick.

Alternately sucking and nipping him with her teeth, he was soon a willing participant and began thrusting furiously into her mouth. He felt a hand grab him by the balls pulling them, squeezing them and rolling them around. It was almost too much and yet, not enough. Savannah moaned around his cock, enjoying the earthy taste of him in her mouth. He was fully erect now, and stone hard. She rubbed her tongue at the tip of his dick, and tasted his precum.

“Hmmmm, yeahhhh,” she moaned.

She stood up then and backed away a few steps. Seeing he was about to follow her she wagged a finger at him and motioned for him to stop. Reluctantly he did as he was instructed. Ever so slowly, she undid the ties of her bikini top and let it fall to the tiled floor of the shower stall. His dick twitched as he stared admiringly at the fullness of her breasts, zeytinburnu eskort the nipples hard and pointy. She cupped them in her hands, lifting them together and then apart, playing with them, letting her fingers play with the hard nipples. Her eyes closed and she moaned as she enjoyed herself, now rubbing her palms excitedly over them.

Gasping she opened her eyes, and quickly reached for the ties of her bikini thong. His eyes glittered with excitement as her beautiful pubic mound, smoothly shaven, was revealed. Spreading her legs her right hand made a slow trail down to touch her swollen clit. Her hand rubbed on her breasts and she moaned as she felt the surprising rush of an orgasm! She felt his hands close on her arms; he held them out so he could look his fill. And then he was soaping his hands, and rubbing the lather on her. He spread the white foam on her breasts first, making fluffy peaks on her nipples. And then he lathered her hot pussy, stroking her clit fast and hard. He chuckled as she moaned again with another orgasm. Savannah had never been more turned on in her life.

Maybe it was just the thrill of a new experience, or knowing that any moment someone could walk in and catch them. In either case she was feverish, and just the barest touch set her off. She felt his fingers thrusting upward into her wet pussy. She squirmed against him, rubbing herself against his chest, and sucked hard on his shoulder. She heard him moan and sucked güngören eskort some more, occasionally biting him for good measure. And then he was turning her away from him, his body cornering her against one wall of the shower stall. He spread her legs, but took time to admire her ass and rub his hands on it. He played at the opening of that dark hole, even fingering her ass for a minute or more. She begged him, “fuck me”, and pumped her ass at the fingers torturing her. He crowded in behind her, and she felt his dick rub along the swollen flesh of her pussy, playing at the opening. And then he grabbed her hips and thrust fully into her pussy.

Their groans echoed in the shower room as his hips pistoned furiously, his cock slamming into her again and again. She rocked back against that wonderful intrusion, wanting his cock to go deeper and harder. She could feel that upward spiral of pleasure, her pussy tightening around him. He groaned as her spasms began, and frantically he pounded into her. His balls tightened up, and began tingling. He felt the rush of his own climax, and then she screamed.

Panting heavily, he leaned on her, and she let her head roll back to rest on his shoulder briefly. And then she was pulling away, making him groan as he popped out. She stood under the now cold water and rinsed the remaining soap from her body. Stepping out of the shower she reached for a towel and hurriedly dried off.

“That was reaaaaaaal nice”, he said. “What’s your name?” She just smiled and then picked up her soaking bikini.

Shrugging, she then walked over to the rest of her clothes, and put them on. He followed her, a towel wrapped around his hips.

“Thanks sugar, you were great!” she exclaimed. And then she left.

“Damn!” he said. “Did I just dream that?

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Jake sat in his pickup waiting for the hardware store to open. Along with him, there were a couple more trucks parked in the row behind him; everyone wanted to get an early to start on the day’s work.

He noticed a woman sitting in her car waiting off to one side. However, she seemed different because she was wearing what looked like a black evening dress. When the doors opened a few minutes late, she dashed into the door ahead of everyone else. Jake grabbed his list and his cup of coffee and walked into the store heading back to the plumbing area. He needed parts to fix his leaking toilet and some screws to fix a couple loose boards on the deck.

The lady was already back in the plumbing department talking frantically to the salesman. Gathering his parts not too far away, Jake was able to catch some of the conversation.

This woman had been out late last night and when she got home she was removing her tennis bracelet and dropped it down the drain. She wanted to know how to get it back out because it belonged to a friend.

The man was trying to show her how to remove the trap under the sink, but she was just getting furious. She complained that she did not have the money for a plumber and had no idea what he was trying to say.

She was a nice enough looking, her hair was a mess and it was obvious it had been a long hard night. Jake decided to see if he could help. If nothing else it would make the salesperson’s day better so he could move on and help other people in the store.

Putting a few pieces of drainpipe together, Jake tightened them hand tight, trying to show her how they came apart. Handing them to her, she began to struggle trying to take them apart with her hands.

“No, you will need to use a wrench or pliers to loosen the nuts then it will slip apart,” he told her.

She stood there looking at him with a blank hazy stare. “Wrench?” It was then her hands went to her head holding it trying to understand.

He finally said, “Where do you live? It will only take a couple minutes to get your bracelet out. I can follow you home and take it apart for you.” Telling her he needed to buy a couple things first. He had already gotten his toilet parts and, looking on the rack, he added a trap wrench to his stuff. Walking to the hardware aisle, Jake grabbed a box of deck screws. Proceeding to the register, where he paid for the items.

As they walked to the woman’s car, Jake got her address in case they got separated as he followed her home. She was still frantic, worried about the bracelet. Jake told her if she had not run much water after dropping it that it would most likely be safe.

She explained, “I was out until about three and came home with a friend. When I dropped the bracelet down the drain I decided to wait up until the store opened etiler eskort and get some help from them.”

The drive to her house was short, only about ten minutes away. During the drive, Jake wondered why he was helping a stranger like this, but she seemed nice and like she really needed it. Driving up to her place it seemed to be nice for someone who could not afford a plumber.

As they walked up to the door Jake also noticed that she was wearing this amazing pair of heels. They had to be at least five inches high with a strap that came up the heel high around her ankle. The top was a clear acrylic that showed the entire top of her feet; her toenails were painted a striking red that matched her fingers. He swore they were some of the sexiest shoes he had ever seen. Her ass swayed back and forth as she walked to the door. It looked from behind as if her legs went clear up to the sky.

Walking into the house she led him down the hall to the master bedroom. Along the wall was a large vanity right in the bedroom. The toilet and shower were off in a semi-secluded nook not far away. This one room had to be almost half as big as his entire house.

She finally took the time to introduce herself, “My name is Rebecca. My bastard husband just left me; he isn’t paying any alimony, just making the payments on the house, leaving me nothing but bills to pay.” She was clearly upset at that.

He said he was Jake and asked her into which of the basins the bracelet had fallen and she pointed to the one on the left. Trying to look down the trap all Jake could see was black. He asked if she had a flashlight and she returned with one that had dead batteries. So much for looking to see if it was even there. Dropping to his knees, Jake climbed under the sink to get the job over with so he could get home to his own plumbing chores.

Looking at the pipes, Jake saw they were brass, not plastic like most houses. This place had been built with no expense in mind at all. Placing the wrench on the pipe Jake gave it a tug. The nut didn’t budge. Shit, he thought, he would have to lie on his back to get more leverage. Turning over Jake grasped the wrench again giving it a good hard tug. “Arrr Shit!” It popped loose. Moving over to the other side a little farther up and harder to get to he slid deeper under the cabinet. Grasping the nut with the wrench he gave it a hard tug thinking it was in just as tight.

The wrench spun freely, his fingers banged against the cabinet frame, and the trap came falling down splashing him with cold nasty water. Plopping onto the floor beside him was the bracelet. Cussing his shirtwet, Jake reached out handing Rebecca the bracelet. Quickly Jake unbuttoned his shirt to get the cold, wet cloth away from his skin.

Grabbing the pipe Jake cihangir eskort proceeded to put everything back in place. He did not use nearly as much force putting it back together as the pipes really only needed to be snug to work perfectly fine. When everything was finished, Jake rolled out from under the sink. Asking Rebecca to run some water to make sure it did not leak. Jake was lying on his back with his shirt open to his sides as Rebecca ran the water. He looked at the pipes for a long time making sure all was well. Telling her that everything was good; Jake lay back for a minute to catch his breath.

Letting his eyes close for a second or two. Jake heard some rustling and looking up above him was Rebecca pushing her panties past her ankles. Looking up her dress, he could see her pussy spread open, the hair above her partly shaved pussy matted with cum from the night before.

Lifting one heel from the floor to remove her panties, a small glob of cum slipped from her pussy and began to run down her thigh. Just like that, Jake’s dick began to swell, monstrous and hard in a painful position, across his leg. Shifting to adjust his dick, Jake never took his eyes from the prize above him.

“I don’t have any money to pay you, but I can thank you for your trouble,” Rebecca said and then dropped to the floor and began to unbutton Jake’s jeans. Her fingers worked expertly at his belt then one by one, the buttons of his Levis came undone. Rebecca tugged his dick from his boxers. Hard and cramped in the confines, it was a fight for her to get it free.

Once it was out in the open, Rebecca stroked it once or twice and then dropped her lips to Jake’s dick. She didn’t stop at the head, but swallowed it all in one long dive. Looking up at her, Jake could see her tits swaying free in her dress. All of the sudden, it made him wonder why he had not noticed before that Rebecca was braless.

It did not matter at this point, his hands reached up grabbing them, pinching and pulling her. Rebecca screamed onto Jake’s dick sending vibrations down the length. Holding her tits, Jake began to shove his dick up into her mouth fucking her face, as she sucked and stroked his shaft with her fingers. As good as her lips felt, Jake wanted more. Rebecca’s cunt was dripping cum and he figured a little bit more would not hurt.

Grabbing her head shoving his dick deep in her throat Jake rolled over forcing Rebecca to her back with his knees on each side of her body. He began to fuck her mouth from above holding himself up on his hands, his chest muscles flexed above her. His dick drove deep past her tonsils and Rebecca had no choice but to accept him.

On his knees straddling Rebecca’s stomach, he pulled his dick from her mouth and looked down at her. Grinning, he avrupa yakası eskort asked, “Are you ready to pay me journeyman’s wages?” She smiled as he scooted down her body. Climbing between her legs he pulled them up; spreading them apart, he drove his dick deep and hard into her pussy.

Rebecca’s cunt was prelubed with someone else’s cum and she was stretched for fucking; he easily slipped in completely. Rebecca moaned and then screamed at the sudden invasion. Then Jake began to pound his dick as deep and hard in her pussy as he could.

Jake looked down at her tits as they bounced freely in her dress and he picked up his assault of her pussy. Her hips rocked to meet his thrusts. “Oh, fuck! Yes, fuck me harder!” she yelled. His dick coated with last night’s cum made squishy sounds as Jake slipped in and out of her used hole. His dick raked her insides pounding at her cervix; he brought her climax fast and hard.

With a strong pressure, he could feel the squirting of her cum against the tip of his dick, then a warm rush of her juices coated his shaft. “Oh, FUCK, you cunt!” he yelled and pushed her legs higher and slammed his entire length as deep as it would go. Hard and deep, he drove time and time again.

Rebecca screamed a couple more times announcing her orgasm then fell limp below him. Stopping to catch his breath, he looked at the slut he was fucking. Rolling Rebecca over onto her hands and knees, Jake flipped her black dress up over her ass, aiming his dick at her pussy. Not wasting any time Jake drove his dick back into her used gash.

Rebecca grunted as Jake began to fuck her again, this time doggy style. Pulling her hips up in the air, he forced his dick deep; at this angle, he could feel the head of his dick pound at her cervix. Rebecca grunted and pushed back meeting his thrusts.

There was a squishing sound coming from her cunt as Jake’s big heavy balls slapped her clit and Rebecca moaned out loud. Forcing her shoulders to the floor, Jake began to give Rebecca his all. Feeling his orgasm approaching, her sloppy cunt felt good, Rebecca screamed, “I’m cumming! Fuck, yeah. Oh, MY FUCKING GOD! I’m cumming.” Her pussy tightened and so did his balls, with a deep thrust, Jake buried his dick deep against her cervix and he began to fill Rebecca with sperm. Squirt after squirt shot deep inside her pussy; her ass rocked against him, her fingers between her legs rubbing her clit, Rebecca rode her orgasm out.

Exhausted, Jake collapsed, rolling off to one side. His dick slowly shriveled back to normal size and Rebecca lay stretched out flat on her stomach, passed out. Regaining his composure, Jake pulled up his pants and grabbed his wrench.

Looking down at Rebecca, Jake smiled, her naked ass pointing up at him, his cum seeping from her twice-used cunt, her passed out on her bedroom floor. Seeing a tube of lipstick on her vanity, Jake opened it up, writing: Jake 555-1212 he left out the front door for home and his own chores. As he climbed into his truck, Jake saw it was not even ten and he muttered, “This might be one hell of a weekend yet.”

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[group, girl on girl, man on man, oral, anal, swinging, hot wifing, voyeur, exhib, cream pies, I loved eating and fucking strange cock — for the taboo as much as for the variety, but I want to make intimate love with you. Your cock satisfies me, but strange cock thrills me — like skydiving.”

Well, there was my answer. Could I handle watching my fiancee fuck multiple men? I thought I knew all of her sordid past promiscuity, but she lied about that. How and what could I trust from her? Now that I had her permission, I knew she wouldn’t object, and might maybe enjoy watching, as I filled multiple mouths, pussies and asses. My cock surged. “Flower, get between her legs and lick Sue’s pussy clean. Take your time so I can thoroughly lick yours clean too. I want to taste her when I kiss you and her to taste you when I kiss her.” As I lay on my back under Flower, I was aware of my stiff pole standing obscenely straight up and swinging with its own itch. A warm mouth soon covered it and gently drew it into a hot throat. I felt massive, soft tits against my legs and Flower’s firm ass under my hand as I sucked and savored her exquisite juices.

Shortly my butt and abs began twitching to signal my impending climax. Flower pushed the other woman away and mounted my staff. As she slowly took it all in, she ensured Sue watched me de-Flower her. Her large tits were enticing, but her nipples were tiny pebbles. Sue’s tits were shapely, but tiny, however her nipples were perfection in density, shape, taste, and length.

After a frozen moment, pubes to pubes, she began furiously pounding my stiffness and pulled Sue to kiss her passionately as she fucked me. Just a half dozen pulses later, my balls contracted and sent stream after stream of thick, hot cum into Flower. Resignation aborted, Sue leaned forward and licked my shaft as it exited Flower’s tight pussy. When she pulled my bishop out, she caught all my cum as it poured out of the well-fucked twat. After swallowing the first mouthful, she filled her mouth again, showed the thick pool to Flower and Da Boss before letting it flow directly into his mouth.

Flower and the other stranger shared Sue’s cum as their tongues tangled. Da Boss swivelled bağcılar eskort me on the bed and sucked my still sticky, semi firm cock into his mouth. His athletic tongue worked magic on my cock and it swelled to full stiffness again. Sue smiled, “Now maybe you can feel what he does to stiffen clits and wet pussies?” I knew she had to be speaking from experience. Though breathing heavily, I was still aware of his tongue sliding down my shaft and under my balls. Before I could devise an answer, I felt my balls spasm again, impossibly soon, and felt my cock slide into his hot, clenching throat. My hips thrust to push my cock as deep as possible as I spurted directly into his belly. On the third thrust, he rested my twitching cock on his tongue so it filled his mouth with my juices. He seemed pleased and, in my dizziness, I had to accept that this was one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had. Shit!

Sue had been gently sucking and nibbling Da Boss’s monster cock until I came in his mouth. “Since the resignation is off, all options are open. You and I may fuck any or all of the women here or even Da Boss. You don’t look quite ready, but I have an itch. My ass is ready for you when you are.” She quickly kissed me and left a taste of sweet precum on my lips before she mounted the monster cock and furiously gyrated on it as Flower mounted my face. She smelled and tasted so wonderful, I forgot I was eating some remnants of my own cum. When I sucked her slippery clit and nibbled on it, she screeched and showered my mouth and face with fresh cum. Sue laughed, “How are you enjoying your dessert?”

“I have to admit it’s tasty and intoxicating. This sauce will be great on nearly any fruit.” Da Boss was gently stroking me as I watched his monster distend and fill my fiancee from just inches away and under her sweet little ass. Her butt hole bloomed, opened then puckered closed each time he slammed her. Though I knew the surprisingly sweet scent of her dark hole, the strong aroma of her pussy nectar and his Cowper’s kept it from me, even with my nose in her crack.

After wiping some of her slippery juices from where her vulva met his monster, I put that finger in her ass crack and let zeytinburnu eskort her bouncing rub her wrinkled hole against that wet finger. It wasn’t long before that finger was deep in her ass and she was moaning with my motions. Soon a second, then a third finger was in her bowels and her moans were incoherent. Finally, it was time for my cock to replace those fingers.

Once on my knees behind her and between his legs, I pressed her down for better access to her rear. That put her tit in his mouth. I saw and no longer objected — how could I? Yet seeing them tongue wrestle disturbed me a bit. Since I couldn’t get enough lube with my fingers, I slid my stiff cock along her vulva and his thick, slimy cock. Repeating this on the other side began to feel like I were fucking a new hole.

Once wet, I pressed my bishop against her puckered hole and stroked up and down until she relaxed and let me pop inside her. When I cleared the internal sphincter, I felt a bone out of place. Too low to be her pubic bone or any part of her hips, I quickly realized I was bumping his bone-er. I bounced off his surprising stiffness. It felt like a steel rod wrapped in layers of padding. When he felt me, he began fucking her again. I felt the power of his monster push against me. It felt warm, strong, primal and alpha as it pushed me aside. Soon we had an alternating pattern that gave each of us the heat of her greatest depths, yet the internal cock to cock contact added pressure and increased arousal— the beauty of DP.

Sue was moaning loudly and gasping with each thrust, her chest and face stained crimson. Neither of us wanted to cum nor make her cum too soon and end this bliss. Somehow, she managed to blurt out, “Paul, get – your – ass – in – here – I – need – anoth – er – cock – in me.” We heard the bed creak next door and saw Paul’s briefs fly to the ceiling as he rushed into our room. He looked at the ten naked women pleasing themselves and each other; two were recording all the action. Paul determined that Sue’s only open hole was her mouth so he climbed over Da Boss’s head and let him lick his own ten-inch monster several times before shifting it to Sue’s hungry mouth.

Leaning at güngören eskort the perfect angle to suck Paul’s cock into her throat let his low-hanging balls tea bag Da Boss who seemed to enjoy the swinging testes. The third cock threw off our cadence for a few steps then Sue found the perfect balance to get the most of the two rods in her nethers then bounced Paul’s cock deep into her throat – briefly. And repeat, again, and again, and again.

I could see her pulse racing in her neck veins, her red tits and face said she was about to cum, or die. I wondered if Paul would mind her biting his cock off in the peak of her orgasm. Just as she began gasping deeply, Paul filled her belly with his load; she shuddered violently in climax and set off both me and Da Boss at once. We would not let her go until we were drained completely. He had been saving his cum for the last two hours so his release was immense.

I pulled out and saw my cum run freely from her ass just before Da Boss flipped her to her back before pulling out. I was close enough to her stretched pussy to see his pulses fill her well completely. As soon as he stopped cumming, he pushed his face into her saturated pussy and began licking his own cream pie as he plugged her ass with his thumb to stop my river from flowing onto the sheets. Paul pointed the pussy and cum soaked cock as an offering to me. I declined, so he pushed under Da Boss’s balls and sucked the slimy weapon into his mouth.

Fascinated, I watched the three enjoy their cream pie buffet until I realized Sue’s mouth was empty. When I spun around and fed her my dripping cock, she sucked and licked it like a first meal in a week. It took a while for Da Boss to suck and scoop all his cream out of her then sit her on his face and let my cream and his mingle as they ran out of her and into his mouth. When he was finally done, and my fiancee was mostly clean and glistening, I had to ask, “So how did you all enjoy your dessert? It was all on, or in, Sue.”

Paul smiled and replied, “Now you see why Sue is special here and why we’ve missed her. We are all thrilled you are coming back weekly. My bouncer, Guido, and the front door bouncer can’t wait to fill her beautiful pussy again. There’s something special about her ass too that none of these other women have. We’ll email you the videos now that you are in the game. And Al, start loosening your asshole. We have some smaller members, but Guido, Da Boss and I all want to test the back waters of new members.” He sneered and I gasped.

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Chapter 12. Rob. (July 1997)

I was on my way to a Travelodge near C, where I had a meeting next day. It was around eight in the evening when I picked up the hitchhiker on his way to a folk festival, also on the outskirts of C. Long haired and with a substantial backpack which included a tent, Rob grumbled about the uncharitable disposition of all the other motorists who had ignored him, saying he’d be late at the campsite and would still have the hassle of erecting his tent and finding somewhere to eat.

Tall and slim I fancied the handsome 22 year old as soon as he climbed into the car and so suggested to Rob that if he’d like to share my room at the Travelodge I could drop him off at the campsite in the morning.

“I’ll also take you for a meal after we’ve checked in if you like.” I added, hoping to clinch it.

“That would be great, thanks a lot!”

By a quirk of fate I’d booked a double room, all the singles being taken, but found myself wondering what they’d think when I turned up with a gorgeous young guy many years my junior! Well they could think whatever they wanted; I was far enough away from home to be unconcerned about gossip. However, I left Rob in the car while I went to check in and collect my key.

When we entered the room I noticed Rob smile when he saw the double bed. He had been completely unfazed by my suggestion of him sharing the room, as if it was an everyday occurrence!

“How hungry are you, shall we get to know one another a little better şişli escort before going for a meal?” I asked.

“I’m hungry for two things at the moment.” Rob smiled, undoing his jeans. “Food comes a poor second to sex.”

“My thoughts exactly.” I too began undressing.

The lovemaking was urgent; we both knew they’d by time for refinement later. Rob fucked me vigorously, his lips pressed to mine; tongue probing my mouth, and when he came it seemed to last for ever as jet after jet spurted into me.

After a shared shower we went for the meal. Then it was back to the Travelodge for more lovemaking.

While Rob undressed I went to the loo. A naked Rob came in while I was wiping myself and saying he needed a pee asked me to hold his cock for him. Happy to oblige I took Rob’s cock in my hand and directed the thick stream of pee flowing from it into the toilet bowl.

“I needed that,” he said, the flow slowing to a trickle before ceasing altogether.

I knelt and licked the end of Rob’s cock before taking it into my mouth, excited by the taste of his pee as a few final drops trickled down my throat.

Back in the bedroom he undressed me, taking his time and stroking my flesh as each bit was revealed. When I was naked Rob laid me on the bed and holding my legs wide apart pressed his lips to my cunt. I was writhing and moaning my pleasure while his tongue licked me there. Sucking and nibbling my clitoris Rob brought me to a wild and noisy orgasm.

He beşiktaş eskort moved on top and slowly, gently but firmly, his manhood entered me. It felt exquisite as Rob’s cock drove deeper inside me. With less urgency than earlier Rob fucked me steadily, his cock driving deep with every thrust. I clung to him, fingernails digging into his flesh as I writhed beneath the grunting Rob, wishing it would never end. Of course it did end but I experienced another glorious orgasm almost simultaneously with Rob’s semen jetting into me.

Waking in the morning and finding the gorgeous young man lying beside me was lovely and when my exploring hand found an erect cock things got even better. Rob was still asleep and I slowly rubbed my cunt while holding his cock. It wasn’t long before he awoke and his hand displaced mine between my thighs. While I played with Rob’s cock and balls he fingered my cunt. We would both have been happy to stay in bed all day I think but work, for me at least, beckoned.

Throwing the quilt aside I sat astride Rob to lower myself onto his waiting erection, uttering a happy cry to feel it sinking deep inside again. Moving up and down I quickly had his full length buried inside myself. It felt lovely!

I began to ride his upward thrusting cock, keeping him slow and controlled, not wanting it to be over too soon. Rob held my bouncing breasts in his hands, grunting and beginning to lose control of himself. The bed was creaking loudly fulya eskort as we fucked wildly now, the sweat running down my body. Suddenly the orgasm hit me and I arched backwards, Rob’s fingers rubbing my clit as his cock drove in and out of my cunt. Then his cock jerked and spurted deep inside me.

After a shower I drove him to his campsite. During the drive Rob told me he would be attending another festival in six weeks time and as it was only in the next county to where I live how about getting together again? I hadn’t told him the actual village where I live, just the nearest town to it, ever mindful of the need for discretion. I now wrote my phone number down for him telling Rob to give me a ring nearer the time.

Well, to cut a long story short, when the time came hubby collected Rob from the station on Friday so that he could stay the weekend with us while attending the festival. The mornings were spent in wild and rampant lovemaking after which hubby drove Rob to the festival site, returning for him late evening. Rob seemed completely unconcerned about making love to me under the watchful eye of my husband and if he thought it an odd arrangement didn’t mention the fact.

For hubby though it was a unique and exciting event, few guys being permitted to stay overnight with us. Of course Rob displaced hubby in the marital bed for the three nights he stayed with us, J sleeping in a spare room. Only when he returned from dropping Rob off at the station on the Monday morning did hubby tell me just how exciting he’d found it to have his place in the marital bed usurped by the handsome, well endowed and virile young guy, Rob fucking me eleven times altogether. Hubby admitted to lying in bed at night masturbating while listening to us fucking in the next room!

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Christmas is a depressing time for me, not sure why but it always has been and as far as I can tell, always will be. Something about a joyous time that was never really a great time for me. I think the thing that gets me the most is when I see sexy little Christmas suits or lingerie displayed out in malls, and I have no one to wear it for. I have a tight little body and would love to have some fun with someone this holiday.

I went to the mall, and just to torture myself, decided to walk past a lingerie store. Sure enough, there was sexy full figured red and white bra & panty sets and full out lingerie on display and sure enough, it left me empty. I stared at it for quite some time, almost obsessing over it. The male cashier was staring at me as if I was thinking about pocketing it and running away. I was waiting for security to tap me on the shoulder and escort me out of the mall. Just as I was about to leave, I had a tap on the shoulder and was given quite the fright.

“Excuse me…Miss.” said the cashier.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to steal it.” I replied.

“Steal it?” he replied with a smirk. “You don’t have to steal it.”

Just then he handed me a store bag with that same outfit inside, plus a few more goodies.

“A male customer paid for it and told me hand it to you once he left. We usually never have these requests and I apologize if it offends you.” he said genuinely.

“Offended. Not all all. Flattered and surprised, yes. Also a little sad.” I said.

“Those are some of our best items. Whats there to be sad for?” he said.

“I don’t usually accept things from strangers, and it wouldn’t been nice to thank the man.” I said, both a both excited and disappointed tone.

“He did drop a card in there so who knows. What I do know is, and with all due respect, it looks like it will be a great fit.” he said.

“Thank you.” I said. “Ummm, thanks for…handing it to me.”

“Well…you’re welcome, I guess.” he smirked.

“Enjoy and Merry Christmas.” he said as he walked back into the store.

“Thanks, and Merry Christmas.” I said back.

I walked around the mall a little bit and swore to not open the card until I got home. It was hard but I liked the mystery and excitement. The whole mecidiyeköy escort drive home I felt not so alone and a little less blue and more red with excitement. I was pretty happy with all the shopping I accomplished today but the fact a stranger bought me mystery gifts, is something I will never forget.

I got home, to my empty house, and unloaded all my gifts and put them in my bedroom, before dumping the gift bag onto my bed. Out fell a card in an envelope, a red and white candy cane and two suits. One was a short red felt skirt with white fuzzy trim, and a matching bra as well. It also came with red and white thigh highs stockings. The second was a pair of lacey red and white vibrating panties and again, a matching bra to go with it. Also a silk red blindfold. I could feel the excitement in my body as all of me felt like I was overheating. Its been a little while since I was with someone on the holidays, and its been even longer since that someone gave me anything close to something like this. I was over the moon and slightly scared to open the letter. Moments later I opened the envelope and opened the card. It read…

“Dear Misses.

I noticed you starting at this lingerie for quite some time, so in the holiday spirit I decided to gift it to you. I apologize in advance for this gesture, but I assume that if you are taking the time to read this card, that you are not offended and have accepted this gift freely. If you are in a relationship, happy or not, do not reply to my number below as these are not my intentions. I am single and just wanted to spread some holiday cheer in the only real way I know how. I cannot guarantee or explain why I did this, but I can guarantee that I am not crazy, or obsessive, I’m not looking for anything especially repayment, I just wanted to brighten someones holiday with that blue look in their big brown eyes. I spent a great deal staring at you so I know that will fit you perfectly. My number is below, feel free to message me anytime. Sincerely, Mr. Scorpio.”

WOW! I thought. I had no idea how obsessed I was over these suits as I had no idea someone was watching me, let alone long enough to guess my measurements, and write the card I was holding in my shaking maslak eskort hands.

All day I could not think straight. I also couldn’t bring myself to message him as I had never thought in a million years that this would happen to me as I left the house this morning. Lunch time turned to dinner, and dinner to bed and I still couldn’t bring myself to send him a message. Part of it was doubt and the other part was excitement. I was finally ready to close my eyes and decided to send him a message, then immediately put down and silence the ringer on my phone.

“Dear. Mr. Scorpio. I received my gift. You are correct, I am not offended but overcome with many mixed feelings, a few of those being excitement and gratitude. Thank you for the gift and hope to hear back from you. – Misses”

I did what I promised myself I would. I sent it and immediately shut off my phone and put it on my night stand. That night, I had no dreams about my mysterious encounter, or any nightmares about me actually getting in touch with a stranger. I got up, had my coffee and sat at the table with my phone still off. I knew it wasn’t my coffee that were making my hands shake, but I reluctantly turned my phone on and placed it screen down on the table. I got up and walked around the kitchen table until my nerves were slightly settled. I sat down, took a few deep breaths and slightly lifted the edge of my phone up. The more my heart raced, the slower I lifted it. I looked at it like it was a test result in high school and I didn’t want the result to anger my parents. Finally I looked at my phone.

NOTHING. There were no messages back.

I was filled with so many emotions that moment. The most being disappointment, or anger. I couldn’t decide. I think I was more mad at myself than him but as of right now it was hard to tell. I wanted to throw my phone in the trash along with the red and white outfits. A little while went by and I decided to do the opposite. I loaded the sexy suits in the mall bag and got in my car. I thought, I deserve this, but thought it would be funny to return it to the store and get a refund for items I never even purchased.

I angrily stormed back to the shop I left my hopes at, and placed the bag fatih eskort on the counter. I was greeted by the same young man who had seen me yesterday.

“Hello. How can I…help you.” he said, in a confused tone.

“Hi. I’d like to return these please.” I said, in a cocky voice.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t do that.” he said.

“Why, they’re not worn.” I said again in a cocky tone.

“No, I can see that Ma’am. It’s not that.” he replied.

“Why, is it because I don’t have the receipt.” I asked, full of sass.

“This store does accept unused items without a receipt. But I cannot process this return.”

“Why?” I asked as my sass turned to confusion.

“Because of this…” he replied as he handed me another envelope.

“I have politely asked this man to no longer ask me to hand you gifts and cards after this, so I do not want to lose my job over this. I hope you understand.” he nervously stated.

“It’s not a problem.” I ensured him, as I picked up my bag and card and sat down on the bench in the centre of the mall.

I opened it much faster than the last one and started to read it with my usual shaking anxiety filled hands.

“Dear Misses. I am glad you liked the gift and were not scared or offended. I also knew you’d be angry at my lack of replying and knew you’d be here to return my gifts. I am a Scorpio, it is my job to know peoples emotions and reactions. I am writing you to give you further instructions.”

I stopped there not knowing who he thought he was or why I wanted to continue. No one has even given me “instructions” before. Reluctantly, after a few hundred deep breaths, I continued.

“Tomorrow morning, you will come here around the same time and sit in the same spot you are now. You will be dressed in the vibrating panties I have provided with your usual clothes on top. You will have your phone in your hand the entire time awaiting to hear back from me. You will comply with these instructions, or wishes, and you will enjoy yourself. Signed, Sir.”

My first thought was “who the hell does this guy think he is” but my second thought, that immediately silenced the first was “I now know who the hell I am.” I gathered my thoughts and my things and headed home to live the rest of my ordinary day, with extraordinary thoughts running through my mind.

I felt excited, and safe. I felt passionate and wanted. My depression and my anxiety no longer felt like I was dead…I felt alive. These were thoughts and feelings inside of me as I drifted off to sleep.

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I have never met Nancy. Emails and messages were all we ever exchanged. They had always been intelligent, provocative, risqué, loaded with double meanings, but so far, not very graphic. These were the fodder of my fantasy and fantasy is the fuel of masturbation. That was the task now “at hand”. (Pun very much intended.)

The house was quite. The windows in the bedroom were open, allowing the gentle cool breeze to continually refresh the room. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow throughout the room.

Naked, I laid down on top of the sheets of the freshly made bed. Anticipation alone brought me to full arousal. I lay there motionless for just a moment. My penis, now eight inches of stick-straight erectness, subtly throbbed with each heartbeat. My cock and scrotum, shaved completely, were tickled by the delicate air currents.

I began to recall what I knew of my correspondent. I created her from my previous mental notes. Slowly, her image appeared to me. She floated above me, blonde, voluptuous, naked and tanned. She drifted before me. She could see me in my present state and smiled with approval. My virtual lover began her encouragement. Her hands caressed her body, sliding along her hips, her waste, her stomach, and then to her breasts. She seductively licked her lips just as her fingers slid over her hard red nipples. She smiled again at me and firmly massaged her breasts, pushing and squeezing them, as I would have. I could see all of these things through both open and closed eyes.

My body began its all-to-familiar routine. A glycerin-like drop appeared at the tip of my cock. This would be just the beginning. My production of such lubricant, as with the eventual product of my climax, was always remarkably abundant. Nancy and I had previously exchanged a related bit of information. We both enjoyed the wetter aspects of sex. It was an integral component to our arousal and enjoyment, not an annoyance to be avoided or eliminated at the soonest available moment. Neither of us shied away from the fluids we produced or those of our partners. On the contrary, we eagerly and fully enjoyed their presence through the senses of sight, texture, smell and taste. We wholeheartedly encouraged their production.

I was certainly holding up my part of the bargain. With my imaginary lover floating before me, a riverlet of clear pre-cum now flowed from the crown of my throbbing cock to its base. Hungry for contact, my fingers caressed my scrotum, warm and drawn tight up against my body. Gently I touched myself, rus escort my fingertips feeling the round contours of my testicles through my taught, smooth and hairless skin. I wrapped my fingers around the base of my erection for the first time and drew them up to the head, causing a large expulsion of precum. My ghostly companion breathed deeply, her breasts heaved accordingly, in obvious support. In an expression of our common interests and her desire to arouse me further, my phantom let a dribble of saliva trickle from the corner of her red-lipsticked mouth. It fell from her chin to her breast.

My efforts transitioned to a new level. I wanted more than just the visual stimulation from by translucent companion. I wanted to touch her, to smell her and above all, taste her. I wanted the same for her. I wanted her to touch me, to smell me and above all, taste me.

My hand took firm control and slid all around my cock. Slippery precum soon coated my hand, creating a velvety smooth feeling. The sensation was wonderful, but could not compare with that of the wet mouth or the moist lips of a woman’s pussy. I wanted that feeling badly and so I created it as best as I could. But first, I wanted too know. I wanted to know that my mental friend was as aroused as I. The ghost of Nancy floated above me. Her soft long legs parted. As clear as if in reality, I looked up at her soft hairless pussy. Her lips were pink, swollen and pouty with excitement. Her long-nailed fingers seductively parted those lips and I could see her inner flesh glisten. She slowly and with deliberate intentions, touched her budding clitoris and rubbed her luscious opening. She became more and more excited, more and more damp until her gift was presented. A long silver droplet left the lips of her pussy and stretched at the end of a clear thread down to my face. The single drop touched my lips and seared them with a heatless intensity. The smell of the woman’s arousal shot through my nose as if it were actually present. With little effort I imagined the drop of the miraculous nectar slipping between my lips and touching my tongue. Instantly I created the exotic taste and texture of the juices of a woman. My eyes closed. I licked my lips.

My attentions to my cock increased. I could smell my own arousal. My wispy vision continued to encourage me. She floated back down my body until she hovered over my abdomen. Like a snowflake in a gentle wind she lowered. Her phantom pussy enveloped me completely, my own hand providing the surrogate istanbul eskort contact. A huge dribble of precum oozed from the opening and was soon distributed along my length where it would do the most good. My stroking intensified and created the rhythm that my lover would have provided. Her complete body rose and fell, continually impaled on my engorged cock, her wonderful breasts heaved and jiggled in counter rhythm. Faster and faster I made the ghost ride me. Louder and louder I had her scream her feelings of pleasure, her secret wants and her deepest desires. In a tumultuous explosion I granted her release. In the absence of real feelings, I could only create the image of her sweet cum seeping all around by cock, still deeply buried in her. I vainly tried to recreate the twitches and spasms that my cock would have experienced if this were all real.

I took what little factual information I knew of my distant friend and embellished it to suite my needs. I expanded to ultimate limits the idea that she too loved to experience the textures, smells and tastes of our natural lubrication and ejaculations. I fabricated the gestures and acts that I wanted her to do as a result of her own pleasures and desires. I quickly rationalized away the fact that they came from my imagination. No. This is what she wanted to do. This is what she loved to do.

Nancy’s floating body rose off of me. She drifted down between my legs. Her beautiful face looked back up at me, my hard cock partially obstructing the view. No, she did not take me into her mouth. She moved against me. My cock, soaked in real precum and imaginary female juices slid against her face. The mixture smeared warmly on her red lips and her cheeks. Back and forth my hard rubbery cock bounced over her face. She continued until her face was slick and glistening in the setting sunlight.

With all the power of my imagination, this vision moved up my body, her wet face getting closer and closer to mine. Then contact! Our lips touched! Her wet tongue slipped into my mouth and mine into hers. The experienced portions of my brain fired off the familiar warm, soft, slippery and sweet sensations of a woman’s cum. What better way to receive them than by the face, lips, and tongue of their producer!

I was in the final stages of the whole procedure. My orgasm, my real orgasm was fast approaching. My hand was all over me. I rubbed hard at my balls. I vigorously stroked my cock in long and fast motions. I was wet and sticky in my own juices. taksim eskort I held the base for my pretend partner.

“Take me”, I fantasized. It is quite possible that I also spoke those words. “Take me into your mouth. Desire me! Desire my hardness between you lips. Desire my cock filling your mouth. Desire my eruption! Desire the warmth! Desire the sensation of thick spurting cum! Desire the taste of cum that would bathe your tongue! Beg me for it. Plead with me to release myself into you. Encourage the intensity of my orgasm by tickling my balls with your fingernails. Suck my cock hard as if to draw me out.”

Reality and imagination collided in a shattering climax. My mind followed through with the selfish visions that I so desperately craved. Long intense expulsions of thick semen left me and mentally entered the mouth of my friend, in exactly the way she fictitiously desired. She moaned and continued to suck me as her mouth filed with spurt after spurt. My mind’s eye fabricated the sight of saliva mixed cum dribbling from her lips, coating them, as I continued to spurt between them.

The sensations of reality began to sink in but my mind refused to confess the fact that I was alone. The warm sensation of real cum at the base of my cock and along my abdomen did not come directly from me! My ejaculate had not leapt from my erupting cock to fall in thick bands on my stomach and chest. It was not coating my hand still urging my orgasm to completion. No! No! Nancy had taken me as I fantasized she would want to! This was her idea. She loved this! She told me so! This was her idea, her desire, and her chosen method to enjoy my texture and taste. My spurting cock was in her mouth and so must be my climax! Surely that is what I was feeling. Surely I felt Nancy open her mouth to release it contents in as seductive a manner as possible. What she could not retain she slowly and seductively allowed it to flow from her mouth down onto me.

The visions that were so vivid just moments ago now faded in and out. It was harder to picture my fantasy of Nancy. Soon, her image was missing more times than I was able to retain it. Eventually, she was gone and I was again alone.

My body went limp in an attempt to recover. My arms fell to my side. My body, although fully exposed to the cool air, was very warm. My cock, still long and firm but not as erect, lay up against my abdomen. The long streaks of warm semen were splattered from my abdomen across my stomach. Once a thick rich white, they were becoming a thin translucent gray as they liquefied.

I would lie there for a while. I was in no hurry. There was never a rush to clean up. There was never a rush to end the feelings and the smells. My only regret was that in reality, at least this time, I was the only one that had created them.

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My wife had gone to work, dropping the kids at school on her way. I had the day off work.

I had finished my coffee and the morning papers and thought it was about time to do something rather than sit around watching TV so I headed upstairs to shower.

Well, you know how it is, your in the shower and memories of last nights wild sex on the dining table comes to mind and before I realised it I was stroking a massive hard-on.

Just then I heard the doorbell, wrapping a towel around my waist and putting on my robe I dashed downstairs and opened the door.

Standing there on the doorstep was the cutest post woman I have ever seen. If I had to guess her age I would say about 24 or 25, dark brown shoulder length hair, deep green eyes and lips that looked like they could suck an orange through a hose pipe!

I couldn’t see her body properly under her bulky jacket but it looked good.

I saw her looking at my wet hair and open robe, I could feel my cock starting to stir underneath my towel and I knew if I wasn’t careful I would be stood on the doorstep with my dick poking out.

She told me she had a parcel that needed signing for, I asked her to step inside whilst I found a pen.

I went through to the kitchen and she followed, placing the parcel on the worktop. As I leaned over to sign her card batman escort I felt her behind me and a hand come around my waist and slip inside my towel, her cold hand on my hot cock felt fantastic and I nearly blew my load straight away.

I looked up, out of the kitchen window just in time to see Maria our window cleaner come through the back gate with her ladder.

I pretended to be busy with the parcel and waved to her as she smiled. The post woman was still stroking my cock as she noticed Maria climbing her ladder outside the kitchen window.

I quickly turned around and unfastened the post woman’s jacket, I was not disappointed. She had an impressive pair of tits straining all the buttons on her tight shirt. I unbuttoned her shirt and bra and licked the left nipple of the pair of 38e’s.

I slipped my hand down her trousers and sank my finger in to her hairless pussy. She was wet enough to fuck, I began rubbing her clit and I could feel her knees buckling. She reached back to steady herself, arching her back and thrusting her tits into my face. I continued rubbing her clit and nibbling gently on her nipples, her hand came back up to my cock and started stroking again. The head oozing pre-cum she rubbed it all over my shaft.

I looked up and yalova escort saw Maria had quietly let herself in through the backdoor, she put her finger to her lips to indicate I should not let the post woman know she was watching. Her hand was inside her jeans and she was frantically rubbing her pussy, her other hand was pinching her nipples through her t-shirt.

She quietly approached and slipped her hand up the post woman’s stomach and caressed her right tit.

The post woman straightened up with a look of disbelief on her face and Maria pounced and kissed her firmly forcing her tongue inside her mouth. With two pairs of hands paying attention to the post woman’s tit’s and pussy she let out a little whimper of pleasure.

I knelt in front of the post woman and helped her slip her trousers and panties of. Then I buried my face in her dripping pussy and ran my tongue over her clitoris, I could feel her pushing herself in to my face as I slipped my tongue into her.

I looked across and saw the post woman’s hand rubbing the outside of Maria’s jeans and within seconds Maria’s jeans were round her knees and two of the post woman’s fingers were pumping in and out of Maria.

I transferred my attention to Maria’s pussy and licked her clit as the post woman continued to finger fuck Maria, ordu escort I continued to rub the post woman’s clit as she came all over my hand. I increased my efforts and soon had Maria’s sweet juices exploding in my face as I lapped hungrily at her dripping pussy.

I stood and looked at the wonderful site of two semi-naked women in my kitchen enjoying a post orgasmic high.

I must have looked quite a sight with my cock, dripping pre-cum, poking out of the towel. As if synchronised the both reached out, Maria wrapping her hand around my shaft, post woman cupping my balls. They both knelt and began taking it in turns sucking my cock. Maria gently taking first one ball then the other into her warm mouth.

Explaining that I was close to cumming I helped them both stand and brace themselves against the kitchen table.

Standing behind Maria I slipped my cock in to her and after a few strokes pulled out and slipped in to the post lady. Alternating between the two I could take a few seconds between pussy’s to make myself last a little longer.

I noticed that they were both eagerly rubbing their clits as I slipped in and out of them. I felt the familiar feeling in my balls and as I started cumming I pulled out and sprayed my cum all over their arses. Both women orgasmed and slumped over the table as I stood there admiring the sight of the two beautiful women bent over with my cum running down their arse cheeks.

Without a word the post woman stood, pulled on her trousers, fastened her jacket and walked out.

Maria hung around for while longer, but what happened will have to wait for another day!

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This is my first submission to Literotica, enjoy! It contains MM bisexual and MMFF 4 way bisexual encounters, so if this is not your thing, that’s OK… Please rate this and let me know if you like it and what you’d like to see. I have more coming.

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Woooohooooo! Home, and for once, nothing to do! Dave thought as he as he walked into his apartment and dropped his backpack on the hall table. Next week the semester was over and his classes were already in the can. After that was graduation with his degree in Chemical Engineering and a last summer of being free and irresponsible. He had really lucked out. His good grades had gotten him the job he’d wanted with the company he’d wanted to work for. But the kicker was that the training he needed before he could work in the new plant wasn’t available until September. So he had the whole summer off. One more time! He’d keep working at the electronics store in the mall, to pay his rent and keep him in beer money. But that was going to be a breeze compared to working and taking 16 credits of engineering classes. He was getting one more summer of fun before joining the real world. What could be better?

Hmmm, what could be better right this minute is getting comfortable. Dave put his stuff away, peeled out of his school clothes, got into gym shorts and an old school T and thought about his options. It was Wednesday. Tyler had a lab class that usually ran until 9:00 PM on Wednesdays. So it looked like he was going to be on his own.

He usually hung out with Tyler. Randomly assigned as room mates their first semester of freshman year, they’d became instant friends and had stayed best buddies and roomies since. They were so close and hung out so much, they even ended up dating girls who were also room mates. Dave and Tyler met Cindy and Beth at The Pub on campus one Friday night about a year and a half ago and they’d been a double date ever since. Their friends always kidded them about who was with who. It was always the four of them in a bunch. Either guy next to either girl, the conversation and laughter always going around the four of them with no restraint.

Well, there was one restraint. When it came to private time, each couple always headed off by themselves. Oh, they’d kidded about a four way, but had never tried anything. It had gotten pretty hot and heavy in the living room a few times with one couple on the couch and one on the loveseat. But as soon as clothes had started coming off, they’d always headed to their own rooms.

But, that wasn’t a worry, or an option, tonight… Dave usually had an evening class on Wednesdays, just as Tyler did. So the girls had standing plans for ‘girls night.’ They usually headed out to ladies night at some dance club, had a few with some of other girls and danced until their high heeled feet were too sore to go on. Despite aching feet the next day, they loved those nights and they guys were really happy that they got out of going.

So, what to do? Dave stretched his lanky 5′ 10″ body out on the couch and ran his fingers through his collar length straight brown hair. Free time alone was something he was unused to. For four years it seemed like every waking moment was in class, at work, studying with friends, partying with friends or just hanging out with friends. Being alone with nothing to do was a strange treat. But what did he want his treat to be?

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat back on the couch thinking. He was not up for a workout or a movie. He was a bit hungry but there were plenty of leftovers for an easy dinner. He’d checked that out when he grabbed the beer. So, no cooking necessary either. Most of his other friends were in the throes of finals, sucking caffeine and trying to cram just one more fact into their heads. He was lucky that his schedule had worked out so well. All of his tests had been early and now he got to just coast over the finish line. His friends hadn’t been as lucky. So there wasn’t going to be any chance of getting anyone else out tonight.

Hmmm, so? He had the night to himself, no school, no work, no buddies, no girlfriend. The thought of Cindy reminded him that one thing was certain. He was horny. He was always horny and Saturday night had been the last time that he and Cindy had been able to have any quality time between the sheets. They’d necked and petted, touching and teasing each other over their clothes until they’d both gotten more than hot enough. Dave had started to undress Cindy, pulling her form fitting T over her head and wiggling her tight jeans off of her lovely rounded butt. She was sprawled out on the bed as he pulled legs of her jeans over her feet. Red haired, thin like he was, with beautiful and shapely B cup breasts and alabaster skin. He’d smiled at her and thanked his luck as he crawled back onto the bed to kiss her once more. Dave licked and sucked at her pink rosy nipples as they came into view when he removed Cindy’s bra. He also slipped his fingers under the waist band of her black lace panties and slid them down her legs as Cindy karabük escort arched her back and raised her butt off of the bed to help him. That was a beautiful memory! Then… There she was, naked on his bed, looking up at him with a happy and lusty expression as he knelt between her parted legs.

Dave held that thought as he realized his mental wandering had just given him a monster hard on. That gave him and idea! He had hardly ever surfed Internet porn Life was just too busy. He had a gorgeous girlfriend who enjoyed sex as much and as often as he did. So, when he did feel the need to get off by himself, he usually just rubbed one out in the shower. But this was special, an unexpected free night off to indulge himself. A rare treat. Why not?

He thought about it for a second. He really wanted to enjoy this little diversion. So, first, a fresh, ice cold beer from the fridge. He decided that for this game, he deserved the living room, instead of hiding away in his bedroom. Dave grabbed his laptop and put it on the coffee table in front of the couch then put a bath towel down on the couch. No need to make a mess he thought wirily. He stripped off his shorts and T, stood naked in front of the couch and stretched, letting go of the tension in his shoulders, back and all the way down his legs.

Since Dave didn’t watch porn very often, he really didn’t know where to look for it. So, he just Googled ‘college porn’ deciding he wanted to see people like himself having sex. Scanning down the hits, he saw a site named ‘Free-College-Sex-Videos.’ Thinking that sounded like what he was looking for, he clicked on the link and in just a few seconds was at a website that showed a bunch of small pictures in row after row down the page. Each picture showed one frame from the video he’d get to watch if he clicked on it. Typically someone naked, or two or more people having sex.

At the top of the screen was a row across the screen that said, ‘Categories.’ Across the categories row keywords described the kind of videos in the group. ‘Straight,’ ‘Gay,’ ‘Lesbian,’ ‘Group,’ ‘BDSM.’

He thought about it for a minute and decided on, ‘Group.’ He wasn’t even sure why. But when he saw that one of the videos in the second row of the new webpage was, ‘College Dorm Room Orgy,’ it just grabbed his attention. He clicked on it, the page switched. He -clicked on the little ‘Play’ arrow at the bottom and the four-arrows-pointing-out symbol that made the video fill the screen completely.

Dave angled the laptop on the coffee table . Then spun around putting his legs up on the couch and his head on the throw pillow against the couch arm. He grabbed the beer, shivered when the cold can hit is bare stomach as he set it down and laid back to watch.

The screen filed with a typical Saturday night dorm room scene. About a dozen guys and girls lounged around a dorm room on every available horizontal surface. Five guys and girls were lined up on the bed. Hip to hip, backs to the wall, legs stretched out, beers resting on stomachs or thighs. Just like he was right now, he mused. But he was naked and they were clothed. Hey, where was the sex? More people were on chairs, the desk, the floor, everywhere. So, come on, what’s up? He watched for a few minutes more as the party continued. Just as he was about to give up and find another video, one of the guys on the bed turned to the girl next to him and gave her a smile. She grinned back and they both leaned in for a kiss. As they kissed, the guy on the other side of her, reached over and started to rub her stomach with his hand, moving higher toward her breasts with every motion.

Now, that’s more like it, Dave thought. His interest growing as others in the group began to kiss and touch. Soon hands were sliding up under shirts and skirts and down pants and shorts. Clothing was starting to come off too. Dave’s excitement grew, along with his erection as the action in the dorm room got more intense. Articles of clothing were falling to the floor and getting tossed into corners non-stop now.

As hands found both hard and soft spots and lips and tongues followed, Dave decided to join in. He was more than ready. He took a gulp of his beer, set it down on the coffee table and shuddered as his chilled hand grabbed his already hard and hot shaft. He surveyed the scene, the dozen ‘students’ were all naked or practically naked now. They had grouped into twos and threes and were busily exploring each other. One trio had a guy kissing a girl while another guy was sucking and licking on of her nipples. A couple had managed to find enough room to stretch out flat on the floor and the girl was squirming sensuously on top of the guy as they kissed.

Another couple was making out on the bed, somehow they’d gotten almost all of the narrow dorm bed to themselves. But wait, that was not a guy and a girl, it was two girls! One of them had short hair and her back had faced him at first. But when they rolled over, a really nice pair of tits osmaniye escort made it very clear that she was not a he. An unexpected rush of heat flushed through Dave at the realization. It was so sexy, the two soft, pretty faces kissing, breasts rubbing together and, oh yeah, their mounds grinding on each other. He stroked himself steadily and a good buzz spread throughout his body. He wondered what it would be like to see Cindy and Beth doing that and his buzz jumped up big time. He had to slow down his stroking or his evening was going to be over. At least the first round. Way too soon.

He was really getting into it now, watching as the scene unfolded. The camera moving to show everyone as they got deeper into their couplings and groupings. Dave stroked and waited for the camera to get back to that first trio, wanting to see where they had gotten to. But when the camera finally picked up on them again Dave’s eyes almost bulged out of his head. The girl had kissed her way down the chest and stomach of the guy she had been in the lip lock with. Now she was bobbing on his long hard shaft, giving him what looked like amazing head. That was hot! The guy who was licking and sucking on her nipples had worked his way down as well and he now had his face buried between her legs and by the way she was wrapping her legs around his head it looked like he was giving some excellent tongue himself. But wait! The first guy was leaning down and OH FUCK! He just slurped the other guy’s cock into his mouth. Right down to the root. He froze, hand wrapped around his rock hard cock. Unable to look, unable to not look. It was hot too! But it was a dude sucking a dude and he had just been licking that girl’s tits. Damn. Well it was hot when the two girls were going at it. Almost everyone is OK with that. But what about the two guys? He just wasn’t sure Why? They were just having fun too. Damn this was weird. He’d just wanted to watch some porn for a night off and now he was sitting here with his hand wrapped around a really excellent boner and he was debating sociology with himself. What the fuck? He decided to just go with it for now and not think. He took another gulp of beer. This time holding the can by the very top and only with his fingertips so his hand wouldn’t get cold again. Then he turned back to the action and resumed stroking. Much better! The folks on the screen were getting hot and heavy now,

Most of them had moved on from oral to intercourse. He was really enjoying a guy, who looked a lot like him, pounding a gorgeous dark haired curvy girl from behind when the door opened and Tyler walked right in yelling, “Hey dude, I’m back.”

There was that perfect moment of silence as they each stared at the other.

“Duuuuuude! What the fuuuuck?” Tyler stood in the entry hall, door still open behind him. His pack dangling from one hand, his face in a picture of confused surprise.

Dave dropped his suddenly drooping dick and looked at Tyler with that deer in the headlights look. “Uhhhhh… Close the door at least OK? Geez man, you weren’t supposed to be home for hours, the girls are at girls night and I had the first free night in I-don’t-know-how-long.”

Tyler reached back and closed the door. “OK, yeah, no harm, no foul. But ya gotta admit walking in and finding you here all naked and boned up was a bit of a surprise.” A smile creased his lips and he started to chuckle. The chuckle grew to a laugh and Dave, no matter how he tried not to start, couldn’t stop himself. Within seconds they were both howling. They finally stopped, and with a few gasps caught their breath.

“So, was it at least any good?”

“What?”

“The porn, dingus. Or at least that’s what I presume you were keeping the beat to.”

Dave blushed from his hair roots down to his toes. “Yeah, it was pretty hot, you should be happy you didn’t walk in a few minutes later.” he said getting even redder.

They’d been in the lockers at the gym often enough and shared a bathroom back in the dorm days so Dave’s nakedness was no longer an issue once he wasn’t stroking his cock along to the video. Tyler surveyed the scene, from Dave, to the laptop and beer on the table and the towel under Dave on the couch. “Nice setup. So, what were you watching?”

“A dorm room orgy, it was pretty good, but it had some kinda strange spots.”

“What do you mean ‘strange’ spots?”

“Well… It started out pretty normal. Well normal for a bunch of kids in a dorm room who suddenly started to kiss and grope each other then yank off each others clothes. It got totally hotter when two of the girls started making out, I thought of Beth and Cindy and that just smoked. But then there were two guys on this one girl and when they got to it, one of the guys started sucking the other’s cock. They had a daisy chain going, so one guy got pussy, she got one cock and the last guy just went down on the guy who was left. It was really weird, but kinda hot too. So even weirder, ya know?”

“Whoa, marmaris escort the due went down on another dude? Definitely weird. But now I gotta see it, show it to me, OK?”

“Ya wanna see it? Seriously?”

“Yeah, hell, it’s my night off too, at least the rest of it. So, why not check out some strange stuff?”

Dave thought about it. OK, yeah why not. But he was not going to sit there naked with his shrunken hard on with his room mate right there, dressed. “Uh, OK… but gimme a sec.” He picked up his shorts from the floor and started to put them on.

“Hey wait. You looked like you were doing OK when I walked in, Maybe instead of you getting dressed, I should get naked and we can both get off.”

“Dude! C’mon. Naked is one thing, we’ve hit the gym together plenty, but jerking off together, now we’re getting back into the weird category.”

“Aww Dave,” Tyler groaned, “it’s not weird. We both do it. Hell, I even saw ya.” Dave grimaced but came up with a sheepish grin when Tyler laughed.

“So, OK? Set that thing back up and I’ll go grab us two cold ones.”

“OK, yeah. And I definitely want that beer.”

“No problem bro, two ice cold beers coming right up!”

Dave sat down on the couch, trying not to think about what he was doing. It was exciting, but strange. Sitting with his buddy on the couch, watching porn. Besides the regular fuck & suck stuff he wanted to see, girls did girls and guys did guys. Not only that, he and Ty were both going to be naked and jerk off!

Awww, shit. You only live once and he still hadn’t gotten off and jerking off in bed after this would definitely be an anti-climax. He chuckled to himself at the silly pun then requeued the video to right where the kissing started. For some reason, he thought watching it from the beginning with the kids just sitting there dressed, talking and drinking; would be more awkward with both of them bare assed on the couch.

Just as Dave leaned back on the couch – no laying down this time – Tyler walked back in with two beers and nothing on but a smart assed grin. “I figured it would be easier to get undressed in my own room. That way I won’t need to collect all my stuff after.” He laughed, handed Dave a beer and took a big swig of his own. Sitting down next to Dave, he came out in his best mobster voice, “Let’s do this thing.”

Dave clicked the play arrow and took a large gulp of his beer, then leaned back and watched the now familiar start of the sex scene.

“Nice… Good pick, that blonde is killer.” Tyler commented as the camera panned the room, showing everyone just getting started.

“Thanks. Yeah.”

It got quiet at that point. Both of then caught up in watching the scene. Both getting excited and both conscious of it.

Tyler gave in first, his hand creeping toward his growing erection and wrapping around it nonchalantly. Once Dave saw Tyler slowly stroking, he gave in as well and joined in.

They kept watching, Tyler occasionally whispering, “Oh, yeah,” or, “Wow,” as a particular sight caught his eye. Then they got back to ‘that spot.’ Dave just went, “Uhhhh.” Tyler echoed, “Yeah.” They sat side by side, mesmerized, trying to decide what they thought about it, how it made them feel.”

Like a splash of cold water, the camera moved to show a pretty brunette riding a brown haired guy, cowgirl style. Her breasts bounced in a tantalizing show as she rose and fell at an ever increasing pace. Her head thrown back, her hair flying. The guy reached up to cup and fondle her breasts and both guys let out groans at the sight of her boobs riding his hands as she rode him.

They were both pretty lost in the video now. Jacking themselves and trying to take in every bit of what was going on around the room. As the camera moved around the room, catching what everyone was doing, they realized that about half the action was straight, but about half was girl-girl or guy-guy. They both just took it in.

“Ya know, it’s not so bad. I mean the girls with girls is just hot, right?”

“Yeah, it is.. Damn, it is…”

“But the guy-guy stuff is pretty OK too, isn’t it?”

“Wellllll…”

“Well you’re still hard and wanking to it, aren’t ya?” Tyler grinned and gestured to Dave’s lap. Where, in fact, his hand was wrapped around one of the best erections he’d had in a while.

“Uhhhhhh…”

“Drop it dude, I own you on this one. You are getting off on the guys as much as you are on the girls. It’s OK. This is not one and only for the rest of your life. This is a night off. Enjoy some kink and get off on it. It’s legit. And you even picked the vid!”

“OK. OK. OK. It’s all hot. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Just that I never pictured myself as gay, OK?”

“Who the fuck said you’re gay? I don’t think Cindy would. Well not based on the sounds I hear from your room.” He chuckled and Dave turned bright red again.

“But, dude, that’s the point. You’re so not gay. But, everyone has some attraction to everyone, remember the Bell curve from stats? That’s it. Some are extreme, one side or the other, but most folks live in the middle. If there weren’t so damn many rules, most of us would be OK with anyone we liked. But, real life is not so easy. We do what they say and we’re mostly OK with that instead. But that opening is there, it’s not so bad, in fact it can be good, really good.”

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A previously unpublished chapter in the story of Jack, and the home he shares with three lovelies.

* * * *

Karen and Debbie are moved in. Beth’s halfway there. Time for a little celebration, just the four of us.

* * * *

After a day of moving Karen into the house, and some unexpected play which included my good friend Jim, I finally got up the gumption to tell Karen about things that had been going on, and the new living arrangements.

Explaining the living situation didn’t go over as well as I was hoping. I tried to be reasonable, and attempted to soothe her feelings, but Karen was volatile, and I had lit her fuse.

By the time Beth and Debbie got back that night, the atmosphere in the house had chilled a good 20 digress, and Karen had retreated behind closed doors in her bedroom where she was unpacking some of her belongings, and ignoring me every time I tried to speak to her.

Beth and Debbie strolled in, happy as can be, with the girls in tow. They were chatting, and carrying groceries, and before long were preparing dinner. It smelled delicious. I was reading with the girls when Debbie asked to talk with me and dragged me off to my room.

“What’s up with Karen? What did you do to her?” she asked me. Direct and to the point; that was unlike Debbie. More and more she was taking a lead role around the home, and it was fascinating to observe the changes.

“Things went great with Jim and all. But I had never quite gotten around to telling her about Beth, and when I broke the news, it all went to hell in a hand basket. She took the “Cathy” thing so well, that I guess I thought this was going to be smooth going. I guessed wrong.” I shrugged, not really knowing what had gone awry.

“Cathy’s not competition. Beth, on the other hand, is more competition than any of us can handle.”

“It doesn’t seem to bother you that much. I thought you’d be a lot more sensitive to it than anyone else,” I told her, sitting on the bed, in a bit of a funk, and confused as usual.

“I know. It’s strange. I thought it would bother me more, but she’s more like a partner than competition. I don’t know why that is. Plus, I’ve seen what lengths you’ll go to for me. Nobody has ever stood up for me like you have. I can’t believe I’ve only known you for a couple of months and already trust you more than any man in my life. Ever.” She was opening up to me like a rose.

I pulled her over to me, and wrapped her in my arms. “I know it’s been hard for you, and I can be insensitive. I do appreciate it. I love you and Beth so much, but I also owe a lot to Karen, and she’s been such a good friend for so long, I don’t want to hurt her.”

“I know. You hate to hurt any woman. This is going to be your downfall you know. Sooner or later, we’re going to expect you to say “no” to some of these girls who waltz in and out of your life. We can only share you so much.” She was rocking in my arms, and I knew what she said was the truth. I was easy game for any girl that hit on me.

“You’re right. But what am I going to do now?” I asked.

“Let me see what I can do. I won’t promise anything, but I’ll do what I can. And don’t get too frisky with Beth until this is sorted out. Karen had her heart set on a weekend of fun, and in her eyes, three is company and four is a crowd. Especially when number ‘4’ is a teenage beauty with a killer body, who gave her virginity up to you in the past few days.” She laughed at her own comment, and extricated herself from my grip before heading upstairs to try and patch things up.

Beth and I chatted as I helped settle her in. She’d brought a suitcase of clothes along, and I made room for her in my closet, and gave her the right drawers of my dresser. She kept telling me she’d be no trouble; I’d hardly know she was there.

“That’s not what I’m looking for, Beth.” I told her. “I want to find you everywhere I look. I want you to be the biggest part of my life.”

She jumped into my arms, and I held her, kissing her, feeling the recurring effect she had on me beneath the belt. I finally had to drag myself away, and suggested we hit the kitchen and check on the dinner, since Debbie was taking so long upstairs.

Debbie soothed some feelings somehow, and before long she came back downstairs to complete the dinner preparations. Karen followed shortly after with the kids in tow, and I got a report on their activities before we sat down to eat.

In spite of the situation, dinner was an almost friendly affair. Beth was very quiet. I had let her know part of the problem, and she did her best to fade into the background, while things were worked out. Dinner was Italian: baked mussels, spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, and ice cream. I had always enjoyed fancy dinners, but Debbie made the everyday meal a joy. She was as incredible in the kitchen as she was in bed. She seemed to favor cooking all the basics: soups, casseroles, pasta, meatloaf, roasts, and such. But each one was as close to perfect as I could imagine. She used fresh ingredients, zonguldak escort and timed everything just right. I was going to have to start working out more if I kept letting her feed me as she had been doing.

We discussed the day-care plans a little over dinner, and I mentioned my new project and let them know for the first time there probably would be some travel involved. The kids asked about the travel, and of course wanted to go along. I told them when they were older, at least 10. Karen announced that she was totally moved out of her old place, and only had to do some clean-up work the next day.

We adjourned to the living room with some more wine after dinner. We’d killed two bottles with dinner, and opened ‘one last one’ to maintain the glow. We sent the tykes off to their room with a video before bed, and after Debbie chased everyone out of the kitchen; it was Karen and I on the couch, with Beth sitting quietly on the lounge chair.

We drank in quiet for a while. And then Karen set her drink down and turned to face Beth. I was suddenly afraid. I prayed quietly to myself, and I could see Beth turning red just sitting there.

“Oh this is just stupid.” Karen finally spat out. “Why are you sitting way over there? Come over here and sit with us on the couch.”

“I’m fine,” Beth answered timorously.

“Jesus, I won’t bite.” Karen scooted to the far end of the couch and pulled me towards her, opening up a space on the other side of me. “I figure you’re around here for the long haul, I might as well get to know you. I know you’re just another innocent victim, a moth attracted to the flame as it were. If there’s one stinker among us, we know who HE is. I just wish I could stay mad at him.”

Beth got up from her chair and sat next to me. The two girls already knew a lot about each other, up until recently they were usually central to all the biggest events in my life, and each had heard me talk about the other. Karen knew a lot more about Beth before the house thing started, and of course Beth had been caught up on the state of everything by Debbie.

Karen scooted over to my side, leaning into me and running her fingers through my curly hair. “What the hell do we see in this guy? How is it possible that someone like you, who could have anyone she wanted, is willing to share this bum with someone like Debbie, who is going to cling to him like Saran-wrap, and me, who hasn’t been able to distance myself from him in 500 years? When were you born?”

Beth told Karen her birthday, and Karen immediately perked up.

“The 5th? Are you sure? Oh, never mind. Wait,” I saw her get the faraway look, while she worked out the numbers in her head, “but that makes you a 5 – What’s your full name?”

She got out a pencil and paper and started writing, while Beth spelled her last name out.

“Oh, I see now, this is starting to make a lot of sense. I should have known, it was probably inevitable. It’s so obvious. If I wasn’t so close to it all, I know I would have recognized this at once.” She was rambling in that way that made me laugh inside, but still endeared her to me.

She continued, animated. “I bet you didn’t know that Jack was a 22. I mean a perfect 22. And of course I’m an 11. If that isn’t odd enough, both an 11 and a 22 in the same household then having Debbie here and the way she perfectly balanced our numbers seemed like divine intervention. But when I cross indexed the numbers, you know using the Chaldean system for the names, things got funny. Then I could see where I might have been wrong, and there was a strong tendency in the house for extreme swings and instability, and possibly a total self-centeredness. Possibly even an internal collapse. But wait, how is your name spelled on your birth certificate?”

“Elizabeth?” Beth answered, looking to me. It was the first time she’d been exposed to one of Karen’s spiritual/numerology/psychic rants, and she was obviously completely lost.

“Ah, ha! I thought so. ‘Beth’ just didn’t make sense. Let’s see, carry the two, and add the digits. This explains a lot. Jack needed you, we needed you. He didn’t even know he needed you, but his destiny cried out for you if he was to fulfill even part of his potential. Jack is the potential, the great builder, but he can’t do it alone. He has to build from pieces and we’re his pieces. I’m his intuition and soul. Debbie provides the basic stability and love, but he needs the adventure and chance you bring for completion. I can’t believe these numbers. It’s like each of us is the complete essence of what we bring to the table. Let me check the math again.”

Beth and I looked at each other, and I almost broke out laughing, but if this was what it took for Karen to accept her in the house, so be it.

While Karen was writing up her columns of numbers for the third time, Debbie came in, a new bottle of vino in hand.

“Can I refill your drinks?” she asked, and started pouring even before we acknowledged.

“Debbie! Debbie bursa escort it fits! I was so worried that I would be totally superfluous, but the numbers all fit. She’s all we need so we don’t slowly spiral away into ourselves locking out the rest of the world. And I’m a catalyst. So I’m not essential, but without me everything will be dimmer, duller, less vibrant, and he’s going to need my intuition, to counter everyone else’s rationality. It all fits!” She gushed, waving at a mystery of numbers.

Standing, I raised my glass in a toast. “I’ll drink to that. Without you, life would be duller, and I wouldn’t be sitting here now with three such beautiful women. Thank you, and here’s to you, Karen.” All the girls leaned forward to clank their glasses.

“Well, I can see we have some toasting etiquette to learn here. Shame on you all!” I admonished them.

“What do you mean? We clinked!” Karen answered.

“Miss Manners would roll over in her grave. Two basic rules of toasting. One, do what the toaster does. Two, never drink to yourself.

“If the toaster stands, stand, if the toaster stays seated sit. And toasting yourself is like clapping for yourself. Don’t you people go to weddings and formal events?”

“Actually, No.” Beth answered with a giggle.

“Nope,” answered Debbie. “Why, is this an offer?”

That brought a guffaw from all of them, and I had to admit she got me on that one.

“Ok, let’s try that again.” I stood up, holding my glass ahead of me. “A toast to Karen.”

Debbie and Beth stood this time, and Karen started to stand up, but Debbie pushed her back down.

I nodded toward Karen, “To the architect of the house that lust built. This palace was your idea, and I’m indebted to you always.”

“To Karen and the house that lust built.” Debbie added.

We all raised our glasses, and I emptied mine. When the girls sipped from theirs I gave them grief again.

“Do what the toaster does! When I finish my glass, it means that to toast again would diminish the toast. Bottoms up.”

The girls finished theirs, and we sat back, while I refilled the glasses but only half way.

Karen stood, with her glass. “Can I make a toast?”

“Of course you can. You don’t have to ask. Just stand, nod to the host, and turn to the target of your toast.”

“But who’s the host?” Karen asked.

“Well, here, nobody. But that’s just what you do in general.” I answered.

“How do you know so much about toasting?” Beth asked.

“There are lots of reasons, but I’ll give you three. One, I’m half Irish. Two, I’m from a huge family and I’ve been attending several weddings a year for the last few years, and three, when I was in ROTC we had regular formal balls, and heaven help you if you screw up the etiquette.”

Karen continued standing. “Ahhumm. Here’s to Debbie, with the biggest heart I’ve ever known, so vulnerable, but with so much to give.” Karen toasted.

I leaped to my feet. “And whatever she’s willing to give, I’m willing to take!” I added, waving my glass high.

“To Debbie!” Beth added, and we all drank to Debbie. Debbie blushed and smiled. And we once again finished our glasses.

Refilling the glasses again I realized that we had knocked off four bottles. This time I only filled them about a third.

“Here’s to Beth.” Debbie toasted. “The sweetest thing I’ve ever known and not a mean or deceitful bone in her body.”

“Oh, I can’t let you toast to that!” Beth cried, “I’ve got my mean streak.”

“Hush, you!” I told her, “And take the compliment graciously. If you were any sweeter you couldn’t bathe for fear of melting away and washing down the drain,” I told her, holding my glass high.

“I’ll drink to sweet Beth.” Karen acknowledged and we drank again.

“I’d like to make a toast.” Beth spoke up after we’d finished, and refilled.

“Go ahead,” I told her, while I walked to the kitchen to get one more bottle.

“No, I’ll wait unit you’re back,” she called after me.

I returned and Karen was adding in the numbers for Jim and Cathy, and Joe, and discarding them as irrelevant.

“Nope we’re complete as is. I can’t believe how beautiful these numbers are.” Karen sighed. “I swear I haven’t seen things come together like this since, geez, it must be almost 500 years now.”

“A toast.” Beth lifted her glass. “To Jack. For so many reasons. I refuse to boost his ego and name them, but mainly for allowing me to be part of his life. And to my sisters here. We have a hell of a task ahead of us riding herd on him.”

“To Jack and his women.” Debbie, toasted.

“To Jack and his women.” Karen echoed.

“Thank you ladies.” I answered, not sure if it was kosher to toast yourself as a group, although I guess they were all toasting each other. Of course it was all starting to get a bit fuzzy.

I stood again, a little wobbly. “With apologies to Mr. Yeats, I’d like to borrow a phrase for the women present.

“Wine malatya escort comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you all and I sigh.”

The girls got quiet, while I drank my cup dry, and threw it at the wall, shattering it.

“Why’d you do that?” Beth asked, eyes wide open.

“I believe there is no greater toast possible then a toast to you women and how you make me feel, and I shall never drink a toast from that glass again.”

The girls loved the idea, and three more broken glasses soon followed. That led to some crying little girls at the top of the stairs, and Karen and Debbie settled them back down, this time for the night, while Beth and I cleaned up the glass.

“You know, this house is nuttier than a fruitcake. What am I getting myself into?” Beth asked, laughingly.

“Don’t ask me, I thought you were the one who was supposed to bring stability?” I told her.

“No that’s Debbie. I’m adventure. Get it straight cowboy.” She teased poking me with the broom handle.

“That’s Mister Twenty-two to you.”

“You wish. Maybe eight on a good day.” Beth teased.

We finished cleaning up the mess, dumping the glass outside in the garbage cans. We went back to passing the half-bottle of wine between us, working on finishing it as well.

“Repeat that last toast for me. Please.” Beth asked, tugging me back to the living room couch, and sitting on my lap.

I did, and she asked me who Yeats was, so I berated her for her lack of education concerning the Emerald Isle’s greatest poet, and gave her the full quote by William Butler.

“Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye

That’s all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.”

Karen walked up behind me as I finished. “Where do you come up with all this shit? You have more strange stuff in your head than anyone I’ve ever met.”

I laughed, and at Debbie’s insistence, repeated the toast, as I’d given it, and as Yeats penned it, at least as far as I could recollect. Things were getting a little fuzzy.

“That was incredible. I got wet just hearing you say it.” Debbie told me softly, giving me a kiss on the side of the neck. I hadn’t even heard her walk up behind me.

The girls exchanged glances, and then Beth stood up, and the three of them led me into the bedroom. Once there, they all helped to undress me, before undressing themselves, and pulling me into the bed. Karen stationed herself on one side of me, and Beth on the other. Debbie crawled between my legs, and laid there, her head resting on my thigh, as she played with my cock, watching it rise to attention.

“Do one of you two want to explain what the relationship and living deal is that you three have concocted?” Karen asked, looking at Beth and Debbie.

“Well, it’s all kind of ‘iffy’. But Debbie and I have agreed that for us it’s share and share alike. If she’s with him, I’m entitled to be there as well. And when I’m with him, she’s welcome at any time. And it’s our say, not his. Now neither of us HAS to be with him when the other is, but there’s no locking the other out. Right, Deb?” Beth leaned down and gave my cock a quick suck, while Debbie held it upright. Then she leaned over and Debbie rose up and gave her a peck on the lips.

“Always.” Debbie answered, giving my dick a quick suck just as Beth had.

“And just how the hell am I supposed to fit in this?” Karen asked.

“You are the wild card.” Beth answered. “If he wants to be with you, he can, and we won’t protest. And we have no special right to be there. Cathy is a similar situation. You guys can play, and we hope you invite us along on occasion. But we make no demands. We have laid claim to his bed, this bed, and we expect to be allowed to sleep in it any time we want, so if you all want privacy, it better be in your room.”

“And that’s it?” Karen asked, directing her question at me this time.

“I guess. They made the rules. But to be with them, I’m willing to live by them.” I answered.

“But what if they change the rules?” Karen asked worriedly.

“They can, and I’ll decide if I’ll follow them. I almost certainly will and I’m afraid they know it. But as long as I’m here, I will not kick you or Debbie out of this house. I will honor that commitment.”

“You know, we’re all crazy.” Karen finally answered, shaking her head.

“You guys probably are; but any guy in his right mind would give his left nut to trade places with me. I can’t think of a better way to spend the night than with you lovely ladies, and I’m glad you are all crazy enough to be here now.”

“I’d drink to that,” Debbie answered, “but I’m out of wine.”

“I’ll suck to that,” Beth answered with a drunken giggle, and bobbed her head up and down on my cock several times before passing my cock to Debbie.

Debbie laughed, and did the same, sucking me deeply and fully several times, then pulling away and pointing my cock at Karen. Karen again shook her head laughing and then took my cock in her mouth and pushed her face down on it achingly slow, eyes locked on mine. She pulled back up and bobbed her head up and down, as the other two had, and then pulled her head away.

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