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Here it is, part two. I’ve been working on it since before part one was cleared to upload. I’ve had a couple friends on Darth Aussie’s discord. If you want to hang out with me and meet the awesome group there, go check out his profile, the link is on there. While you’re there, definitely check out his works. He deserves the credit for bringing this great group of folks together, which ended up supporting me in my writing endeavors. Again, thanks guys, wouldn’t be here without ya!

Sadly, work on my stories will be slower and more intermittent just due to my current job. I am a chemist, I started this job back at the end of July, Mid-September we had one employee put in their two weeks, and at the time of writing this, we had another put theirs in. Right now, they now have me running a section of a lab by myself that is normally run by two people. It wears a bit on both the mind and the soul, and I have definitely found a couple grey hairs over the past month

But enough about me and my complaining, you’re here for the story, so without any further delay, here you go.

As always, all characters in this story involved in sexual acts are over the age of 18.

Chapter 6

I was standing in the front door of the house I grew up in, a packed duffel bag in my right hand and my truck keys in my pocket. I was leaving, I had to get away from here, clear my head. It was about two weeks after the incident, Steph was out of the hospital, she didn’t get hurt too badly, all things considered. Some small second degree burns on her arms and face, along with several large third degree burns on her legs. Right now, she was home, but wheelchair bound until they healed. I couldn’t even be in the same room as her, it hurt me deeply, knowing I had something to do with that. After I had gotten out of the burning building, we were rushed to the nearest hospital. She was treated for her burns, I had a full physical, naturally. I walked out of a burning building without the protection I had walked into it with, that was enough reason for me to be checked out. I was fine, to everyone’s shock, including my own. I should have been burnt, horribly, but my skin was smooth, unblemished. Only thing that was different were my eyes, what once were a sapphire blue, were now a malevolent purple, with an occasional glow that danced like flames.

I looked around one last time, examining the house. I saw my mom moving around the kitchen. Her back was facing the door, and she was talking on the phone. She wouldn’t realize I was leaving until I was already gone. Bri and Mark were upstairs, they had some homework they needed to finish, and wouldn’t be coming down for an hour or two, at least. Steph was in her room, doing something, I had no clue what. Only one I wasn’t sure on their location would be…

“And where do you think you’re going.”

That voice, gruff, and slightly slurred, belonged to one person in the house, the one I wanted to avoid the most. My father had been drinking more lately, and that absolutely made his lips a bit looser. I’d overheard his arguments with mom, the words he’d said, what he’d called me, they stuck with me. I felt something deep in my soul start roiling whenever he called me a freak, a monster. He was the biggest reason I was about to get out of this house. After everything that happened, he bounced between ignoring my entire existence and insulting me behind closed doors. It was different, before it was tacit approval, somewhat at least. I had to do something truly outstanding to get any kind of compliment, otherwise, it was expected that I do as well as I did. He was a hard man, but he used to be fair.

“Leaving, I need to get my head on straight, and it isn’t happening here.”

He looked at me with no small amount of disdain in his eyes. There it was, the disapproval, something familiar at least. It happened every time I came home after doing things that were ‘beneath me’, according to him at least. After every party I went to, or after I came back from a date with a cute lamia who transferred into my class when I was seventeen. Now though, it was tainted by a bit of anger, and a well-hidden flash of hatred. That part was very new, even just a week ago, it wasn’t there, but today, something slipped in his perfectly controlled façade.

“Thomas, don’t.”

That was mom, always the peacemaker. She was better at keeping her thoughts in check. Still tried to help me, but even she was cautious around me. That hurt, my family used to be close, but after the incident, there were definite fractures inside the household. Even Bri, in her naive fourteen year old brain, could tell something was up. We tried to keep her out of the loop as much as we could, didn’t want to traumatize her, but she knew something. She’d tried to spend time around me, but I would always make some kind of excuse, I didn’t feel like it was safe for her to be close to me. I didn’t want her anywhere near me, in case another burst of power happened.

My kırklareli escort father sneered, and I could see that something changed. The alcohol made him a lot more standoffish, confrontational. I could tell, he was about to say something, and that I wouldn’t like it, at all.

“No, he can damn well tell us where he’s going, so I can send the department there to put out anything else he lights on fire. Can’t have you hurting more people, Firestarter.”

He put so much venom in that word, Firestarter. It was a term he used for arsonists, something he hated with a passion. It hurt, he thought I made the fire worse, just for the glory of saving more people. Despite there being literally no evidence of me being able to do anything like this before. Thank God for one of the detectives, she was a fire mage, and knew something about the burns, that they weren’t something ‘from this earth’. I was cleared of charges rather quickly; she was tight lipped about how it happened though. I didn’t question it, even if in the eyes of the law it was not my fault, my father would not be told otherwise. I was the reason his niece ended up in the ER, I was the reason the probies were reduced to ash. I was a criminal, plain and simple. Normally, my mom mitigated most of his vitriol, but not today, today was a boiling point for both of us. I felt something in my blood demand I strike back, say something to hurt him, and in my anger, I complied.

“Fuck you then, you saw the reports, there was no evidence, and I was cleared of all charges. You’re just being a stubborn old bastard.”

My mother let out a slight gasp from the kitchen as my father froze. His eyes grew wide, then narrowed into slits. That was one thing he’d instilled in us, respect your elders, do not insult them, do not swear at them. By not only insulting him, but calling him a bastard too, I double dipped into the disobedience. It took him a second to fully process it, but he marched up to me, getting in real close. His face pushed in close to mine, and he started shouting at me. From the corner of my eye, I could see Bri and Mark, looking at us from the top of the stairs, and from the other corner, I saw Steph wheeling herself from the guest bedroom we had on the ground floor to see what the yelling was about.

“Young man, you may be an adult, but you are still in my house, my rules apply, now, would you like to rephrase what you just told me?!”

I could smell the alcohol on his breath, it stank, horribly. His face was starting to get red, and the color deepened by the second. In that moment, with his full attention, I decided I was finally done tiptoeing around him. If he wanted to call me a freak, a monster, he could damn well do it to my face. I shoved him away from me, making him back up a couple steps.

“No, why don’t you tell me in person what you really think about me, fucker! You talk all this shit behind a closed door, but won’t do it to my face, bitch!”

I stared him dead in the eyes, my malefic purple staring into his bloodshot blue, eyes I used to have myself, until I saw something snap. He reared back, as if slapped. He certainly wasn’t expecting me to stand up to him, and in his half-drunk state, he wouldn’t take that insult lying down. He brought one hand up, clenched into a fist, and took a swing at me. Time seemed to slow down as I heard my mom and Bri’s screams, Steph’s shouting, and Mark’s gasp. Something in my body reacted out of instinct, and I stepped into the blow, taking it in my ribs before he could get the full swing in. I barely felt it, as if he hit me with an inflatable bat.

I twisted, and sent a punch of my own into his gut that knocked the wind out of him. I knew since I heard the slight wheeze he made as the air left his lungs. How had I done that? I had no idea why his punch felt like nothing, I knew he was strong. So why did it feel like a kid punching me?

Before I could contemplate it, I looked up at my family, now running towards us, and I just turned around. I booked it out the front door, tossing my bag into the passenger seat and taking off in my pickup. With one last glance back at my now former home, I saw Bri run out the front door, reaching out, shouting at me, concern on her face. I looked forward, and gunned the engine, tearing out the neighborhood I grew up in, and into the unknown.

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Chapter 7

I woke up with a gasp, my heart rate moving a mile a minute. It took a few moments, but I remembered where I was. It was about a week since I had gotten with Kari. Nereah had decided to move us out from the apartment we usually stayed at, and into a house in a nice suburb. We had stayed here before, when we had a few days off from any responsibilities, but now with Kari as part of the group, we needed something bigger than the apartment.

As I sat there, regaining my bearings, I felt my heart almost afyon escort beating out of my chest. To have another nightmare so soon after the last, this one hadn’t happened since I had met Nereah, and we struck our deal. I glanced behind me, and saw her and Kari, sandwiched on either side of me, neither of whom were awake, blissfully fucked to sleep hours ago. Getting out of bed was hard, their arms kept trying to draw me back in, but I couldn’t be there right now, I had to get out. Grabbing my phone and cigarette pack, I went to the one spot in the house that I used to calm myself back down if Nereah wasn’t there.

A couple minutes later, I was sitting on the roof, overlooking the nice little neighborhood we now lived in. An unlit cigarette sat in my mouth as I just breathed in the cool night air. My arms were still shaking occasionally, but before I could light up, I remembered something. Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through my contacts until I fell on one that read “Head Doc”. I tapped it, and waited as it rang. After two rings, a click, followed Southern breathy voice answered, not sounding tired at all.

“Hello?”

Good, she was awake. I didn’t want to wake her up just for this. I would be ok by myself, in time, but a bit of assistance would be appreciated. She did say she didn’t really need sleep, but still, I know I hated being woken up. Even if she was sleeping, I needed that feeling of comfort she had around her. Something in my mind told me without it, I’d end up burying what just happened deep. Suppressing it until it exploded later, much more violently.

“Hey doc, got some time to chat a bit? I need some help.”

I cringed at the sound of my own voice. It was hollow, and a bit raspy, like I had eaten sand. Fuck, she had to know something happened. After a few seconds, and the sound of a glass being set down, she replied.

“Of course I have time, give me a few minutes and I’ll be there. I can feel your energy, shouldn’t be too hard.”

I let out a sigh of relief, I needed to talk to someone about that nightmare, and as much as I trusted Nereah, I wasn’t ready to tell her this part of my past. It was something that deeply hurt me, the things my father had said, that he tried to attack me, that set scars deep in what was left of my soul.

“Thanks doc, I’ll be on the roof.”

“Good, just try and stay calm until I get there.”

With that, she hung up, leaving me sitting there in the quiet night. I glanced up, and was glad Nereah splurged on this place, as I could see the stars as if I was in the middle of the Mojave. She’d had dwarves carve runes of clear sight into the foundation, and that negated the light pollution around the property. That allowed me to see what was up above without any interference from the LA lights. I placed raised my right hand up to the end of my cigarette and snapped my fingers. This caused a slight spark to ignite at the end of my fingers, and lit it in one go. With a deep drag, I let the ash and smoke fill my lungs, and steady my trembling fingers. It didn’t take me long to burn it down to the filter, maybe two drags in all.

A few minutes and another cigarette later, I heard softly beating wings. Glancing up, I saw black wings supporting a familiar blonde. Alariel, carried on eight wings, with dark feathers like a raven, was floating in front of me, carrying a six pack of some kind of bottle. Her blonde hair swayed gently as she hung there in front of me, defying gravity with only slight movements of her wings. She looked like an evil angel, save for her concerned expression. She slowly descended from the sky, alighting on the roof without a sound.

She wore a pair of light grey short shorts and a loose band shirt, the letters ATR printed in bold above a picture of a skull. I had clearly called her while she was relaxing, but she made time for me anyways. I could see why she was the best at her job, as Nereah had put it. She stretched out, and that gave me a perfect opportunity to admire her fantastic ass again. Her shorts hugged her curves perfectly, and were designed to be wore low on her hips. Where they sat was just low enough that I could see the top of her panties above its hemline. They were dark red, but looked like they weren’t too fancy, lightly patterned, but nothing racy.

She took a moment to steady herself, and set down the drinks, which turned out to be bottles of coke, before sitting down next to me. Most of her wings dissolved into dark particles, leaving her with only two large ones. One hand reached out and squeezed the end of my cigarette, putting it out. I felt her aura blanket me, putting me more at ease than I had been before, so I wasn’t that mad about her putting out my little coping stick.

“There, now, what happened that had you sound like you had seen a Horseman?”

I opened my mouth, but the words just wouldn’t come out. The emotions, the fear I felt back then, it was amasya escort clouding my mind, locking up my muscles. My throat felt like it was constricting, and I couldn’t breathe. Just as my eyes started to lose focus, and get hazy, I felt her arms around my neck, pulling me in close as her wings wrapped around me. Suddenly, the comforting feeling in the air intensified. Now, instead of an ambient sensation, it was wrapping around me. After a few moments, my throat relaxed, and I could breathe again. As soon as I could, I started tearing up, the emotions overwhelming any control I thought I had over myself.

We sat there like that for a while, her not saying anything as I silently poured my emotions out. It took several minutes, but my tears slowed to a stop. Once I was sure I wasn’t going to start again, I tapped on her arm, letting her know I was ok. She released me, and leaned back as her wings fully dissolved into black particles. This left us sitting closer than before. Now I felt like I could actually talk, say the deeply troubling things I had to relive not even an hour ago. Nereah wasn’t kidding when she called Alariel the best, she cracked your walls, then put you back together enough to talk about it. She reached over to her drinks, opened up one and handed it to me before getting herself one too as the comforting feeling receded to its standard levels. She didn’t even look at me, just stared out at the horizon, and the dark sky.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

She finally asked me, after a long sip. I took one as well, wetting my throat, which now felt like I swallowed sand instead of just sounding like it. I slowly told her everything about my nightmare, pausing here and there to drink, and get myself back under control. It took me well over an hour, and the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, but I finally got to the point where I was speeding off in my truck, leaving behind everything I knew.

She said nothing the entire story, only nodding or squeezing my shoulder when I started to choke up again. Every time she did that, I felt the comfort in the atmosphere concentrate again, soothing my mind and allowing me to keep talking. Even though it hurt, and it felt like I was walking the razor’s edge of having a breakdown, I was glad I could get that off my chest. After I had finished, she glanced at me, then formed a small rod of light magic, about the size of a pen. She started rolling it between her knuckles, like I had seen people do when they were thinking hard back in high school.

“I will revise my last idea, you are going to call your sister, you need to talk to her. As your doctor, I’m making that an order.”

I shook my head, I still doubted that anyone in my family wanted to talk to me. I ran out on them, abandoned them. I couldn’t bring myself to even try to punch in her phone number.

“Doc, I can’t, I just, can’t.”

She shook her head and held out her hand. Her expression was dead serious, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Give me your phone, now, and unlock it.”

I just looked at her for a few seconds, I didn’t know exactly what to do with that. Since my parents were somewhat strict on morality, I was always a bit standoffish when it came to handing my phone over. It was a habit I had never broken, but right now, it just didn’t pop up. With a stiff movement, I pulled it from my pocket, used my thumb print to unlock it, and handed it to her. It took her a few seconds and a couple taps, but she soon was holding it flat.

Before I could ask what she was doing, it began ringing. My heart skipped a beat, and not remotely in the good way. We sat there silently as it rang, and rang, and rang, after a few seconds, it went to voicemail.

“Hey, this is Bri, sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, leave me a message and I’ll call you back when I can.”

Her voice, cheery, without an ounce of anger, had my head spinning. Before I could get it set straight again, some of my negativity boiled up and out of my mouth. Starting off in a normal tone, but slowly getting louder.

“See? She wants nothing to do with me, at least she let it go to voicemail instead of just rejecting the call.”

It ended with a harsh laugh that made me sound dead inside. She held up her hand, stalling any more I wanted to say. My brain didn’t want to be quiet, it was whispering cruel things, things I didn’t want or need to hear. Alariel cleared her throat, snapping me out of that thought loop, and turned back to the phone.

“Hush you, it’s five thirty in the morning, on a Saturday, she’s probably sleeping. Now, hello Bri, sorry about the early call, this is Doctor Alariel, I am your brother’s psychologist, and I felt like he needed to talk to you, or at least hear your voice. I’d give him some time before you call though, just your answering message seems to have short circuited him and his manners.”

With that, she hung up, as if she hadn’t just probably ruined Bri’s entire day by waking her up early, and telling her that her brother wanted to talk to her. I couldn’t do that, just the thought of it made my chest feel tight. Alariel handed me back my phone with a nod. Her lips were curled into a slight smile as she laid back against the roof, enjoying the slight coloration the sun was throwing across the sky.

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Capitulus III (Chapter 03)

“Come here, Sylvi. I won’t hurt you,” coaxes Cherl.

The girl moves slowly toward the bed. She is desperately trying to remember what the Academy girls did to please women. At nineteen, she has had little experience with sex, even with boys. She has kissed a boy and allowed him to feel her breasts, but she has always been terrified of becoming pregnant and suffering the consequences of bearing a child out of wedlock. In Rome, that can become a criminal offense if the mother is incapable of supporting and raising the child – without a father.

Cherl pats the edge of the bed and tells Sylvi to sit down. When Sylvi sits, Cherl caresses her hair; the girl is so scared that tears well up in her eyes and her breath comes in short little gasps. She is about to cry. Cherl puts her arms around her, holds her for a few minutes and pulls the girl down beside her in bed. The girl’s body is slim, her waist narrow, her small breasts are firm and, although not erect, her nipples are large and point slightly upward. Her ample bottom is round and firm. Cherl has to stifle the urge to squeeze Sylvi’s nether cheeks hard and even bite them. She tells herself that she must wait until the girl is ready for sexual activity. Cherl can tell that Sylvi is thoroughly frightened of her situation, and she doesn’t want to make Sylvi’s first experience with her a disaster. Sylvi clings to her like a child to its mother and Cherl is moved. Waiting will make having sex with Sylvi even more enjoyable. They lie entwined until they fall asleep. It has been an exhausting day for both of them.

A light rapping on the door brings Cherl to a groggy awakening. She is spooning Sylvi and gently pushes her loins against the girl’s plush bottom. Sylvi wakes and pushes her rear against Cherl. In her sleepy state, she has forgotten that it is a female behind her. For a moment, it doesn’t seem to matter and she pushes and wiggles her buttocks enjoying the fleshy contact. Cherl kisses the nape of Sylvi’s neck and breathes in the sweet scent of the woman/child. The rapping becomes more insistent and Cherl mutters, “C’min.”

The door opens slightly and Milla’s face wearing a mischievous grin appears. “Are you having sex? Is it okay if we all come in?”

“All? Who ‘all’ is out there?” The door opens all the way and six giggling young ladies come pouring through the door and pounce on the bed. Cherl and Sylvi are overwhelmed by the incursion, but manage to sit up in bed, and with sleep filled eyes, look over this assaulting menagerie. It is the four musicians and Steev’s consorts. Delia kisses Cherl’s bare breasts and asks Sylvi if she enjoyed last night. She doesn’t touch Sylvi as she is Cherl’s possession and Delia would need the woman’s permission to do so, but she doesn’t carry that need in her questions. She is excited to know how Sylvi performed.

“Miss, did Sylvi use her tongue well? Did she bring you to many orgasms? Was her mouth as good as it looks? Has she drunk from you yet this morning? Was she able to empty you completely? Please tell us. We are dying to know how she performed her duties. Last evening, after bathing her, we told her how to enter your room, drop her chiton, and kneel awaiting your requests, but we didn’t have time to instruct her how to behave in bed. Was she good? Oh please tell us.”

Cherl is almost overcome at the naiveté of these young women. “Yes, she was very good and pleased me very much. However, do not ask such personal questions. We have right to some privacy.”

Dani says, “Oh Miss, it’s just that we know Sylvi from the Academy and love her. We were all in Music Time with her. Milla and Fresci were with her in Work Time, too. We were saddened when she wasn’t permitted to take part in Pleasure Time. She is so gorgeous that we would like to have had sexual activity with her. She would come to watch us practice, and we would do our best to get her to notice us. We would pretend that we were licking her when we licked each other. Fresci had such a strong crush on Sylvi that she would dream of her and call her name in her sleep.”

Fresci pipes up, “I did not. You’re making that up.” The girls laugh at Fresci’s embarrassment. Fresci blushes down to her breasts, but asks, “Will we be permitted to have sex with Sylvi?”

“I’ll think about it, but until I’ve had my fill, it will be confined to you girls licking her. Don’t ask her to lick you until I tell you she can. In any case, wait until she feels more at home here. I’ll tell you when.” The girls are thrilled. This is more than they had expected. “Now, why did you all come piling into my room so early? Was it just to hear the latest sexual gossip?”

There is a wail of consternation. “Oh Miss, we forgot. We were sent to tell you that Claude, Zhanet, and Steev are waiting for you to have the morning meal. Oh, we should be beaten for such bad behavior.” The girls have never been punished for such minor infractions and don’t think their request for punishment will be taken seriously. As a group, they jump off the bed, pull ardahan escort on their chitons, and race out the door. Cherl watches their chiton-clothed bottoms wiggle and squirm as they dress and then leave the room. She is wet again.

She bends and kisses Sylvie’s bare belly and tells her to get dressed. She pulls on her own chiton and takes Sylvie’s hand. She takes the girl to the dining area where they are greeted by their host and hostess. Steev grumbles something about having to wait to eat.

As Cherl’s slave girl, Sylvie is expected to kneel beside her and wait until Cherl is finished eating before she eats. In some households, the slave girl gets to eat only what her mistress or master leaves on her or his plate. In this household, that is not a practice; however, Cherl feeds the young woman by hand as she eats. She thinks she is doing this surreptitiously, but the others smile at this minor deception. Sylvi is more relaxed. Cherl hadn’t expected sex from her last night and sleeping against the naked woman was actually very enjoyable. The food Sylvi is given is more delicious than any she has ever tasted before, even at the Academy. The food there was nutritious but plain.

She is concerned about her mother and wonders if she is being fed well. They had had very little food since her father had been killed in battle and his stipend to them had discontinued. They had been constantly hungry since then. Although anxious to know about her mother, she will be patient and ask only at the proper time.

She has given herself to Cherl, and, in good faith, intends to honor that commitment to the best of her ability. She knows that she is not her own person any longer. She grieves that she will never have sex with a man and will never be a wife and mother. She will have to live in the present, at Cherl’s behest, and try not to think of what might have been. It will be a difficult task.

Cherl sends Sylvi off to spend time with the other girls. She warns her not to let them get her into bed. She knows that they will try in spite of Cherl’s admonition. She tells Sylvi that she will look out for her mother and let Sylvi know her mother’s whereabouts and her condition. Cherl is concerned that Cordele’s trauma of yesterday, standing for hours with a stake in her vagina, may have unhinged the woman. She goes looking for Claude’s personal physician who may be aware by now of Cordele’s mental state.

Once she finds him, she asks, “Doctor, what is Cordele’s prognosis? Will there be any lasting effects from her ordeal?”

The doctor tells her the time worn message that all doctors on all worlds, in all dimensions, at all times give to anyone who asks, “Time will tell, my dear. Time will tell. She has suffered no physical damage except for a bit of bruising from the pole being inside her for many hours, but she was dehydrated and malnourished. I have seen to it that she gets the proper food, drink, and rest. She should be all right in a few days. If you could spend a little time with her, so she doesn’t feel all alone, it would help. She knows her daughter, Sylvie, is fine and she is relieved to hear that. Maybe Sylvie could visit her after you do.” He tells Cherl where Cordele is.

Cherl is stunned when she enters Cordele’s room. She hadn’t really taken notice of the woman yesterday. She was too engrossed in her gorgeous daughter. Cordele had been dirty, bedraggled, and worn. Now, she has been bathed, fed, dressed and there is color back in her face. She is more mature than her daughter, but she is just as beautiful. Cherl is smitten as she was with Sylvie. “Hello, Cordele. I’m Cherl. How are you feeling?”

“I feel much better, thank you. I remember you from yesterday. You’re the lady that bought Sylvi and me and saved my life. I am very grateful to you. How do I refer to you?”

“I didn’t buy you, Cordele. I paid your debts. You are indentured.”

Cordele smiles and says, “It’s the same thing, Ma’am. I’ll never be able to repay you that sum. I have resigned myself to be your slave. I regret that my daughter is now a slave also, but I doubt that you would have wanted just me when you could have that lovely child. I ache that she will never know a man as I did her father, but if she must be a slave, I’m glad it is to someone as compassionate as you.” Cordele bows her head. Cherl doesn’t know if the bow was to her or because Cordele is feeling heartsick.

“Cordele, you are welcome to join the rest of the household. You needn’t stay cooped up in this room. We here are all your friends. You won’t find nicer people.”

“I appreciate that, but what will my duties be? I am willing to work hard. This is really much better than trying to survive on the streets, and I will not give you any trouble. Where is Sylvi and will I get to see her?”

“Sylvi is with a group of girls whom she knew at the Academy. I believe they are enjoying being together. She is fine.”

“Thank you. I am so relieved. We’ve had such a hard time since my husband adıyaman escort was killed. It IS a relief to know we will be fed and housed. I assume you bought Sylvi for sexual purposes. That is usually the reason for buying young girls. Is she distraught over that? Will she be — be – be subjected to um, um perversions? Please forgive me for being so forward, but I am her mother and very concerned.”

“Rest your mind, Cordele. She will have to perform lesbian sexual acts with me and the other women in the household, but she won’t be subjected to anything that I would consider abnormal.”

“Am I too old for you to have sex with, Ma’am?”

Cherl is taken aback. “You’re not old, and you are beautiful, too. I would very much enjoy having you in my bed. Why are you asking such a question?”

“I thought that I might take some of the, um, pressure off Sylvi. I am thirty-seven, Ma’am, and know I’m not young and attractive as when I first met my husband, but I would try very hard to please you if you would just explain to me what a woman does for another woman. I am a little naïve at my age.”

“No, Cordele. You may not stand in for your daughter. I purchased her because I found her beautiful and I desired her. You may not substitute for her. I’m sorry to be so blunt, but I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings. However, I find you very appealing, too, and I would want you to share my bed in your own right, but not for Sylvi.

“Do you want to meet your host and then seek out Sylvi or would you prefer to be by yourself for a while? I know this is a lot to assimilate, especially after your ordeal.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Yesterday, I was positive I was going to die a painful death, but I was more concerned about leaving Sylvi alone than I was for my life. I can’t begin to tell you how wonderful it is to know neither is going to happen. I have never had sex with a woman, Ma’am, but I would be pleased to do anything you would like. Not just out of gratitude, either. I find you appealing, also. I am a bit embarrassed saying that; I am heterosexual, but since the opportunity has arisen, I guess I am curious.”

“We can enjoy each other doing whatever you are comfortable doing. By the way, as a slave or indentured, you may not call me by my name, but I am thirty-three, younger than you, and you don’t have to call me ma’am. You may refer to me as Cherl when you speak to others but not directly to me. The other girls call me Miss. If you like, you may call me that. Wait, that’s no good either; it’s too stilted. How about Missie? I’ve known a woman whose nickname was Missie. It’s almost a name, but not quite. Yes, Missie will do. Alright?” Cordele nodded yes, and moved to hug Cherl, thought better of it and stepped back. “Well, if we’re ever going to be lovers, Cordele, you certainly can hug me — when we’re alone — like now.” They hugged and Cherl kissed Cordele cheek. “Now, let’s go find your daughter.” Cordele felt as if she were walking on air. Her aches were gone and she thought the future was going to be positive. She still felt bad for Sylvi. Well, no one had promised them orchids or that life would be easy.

Cherl and Cordele enter the dining area where Steev, Claude, and Zhanet are talking. Sylvi, Keri, and Milla are setting the table. Fresci, Delia, and Dani are carrying platters of food from the kitchen. Steev looks up and says, “Who’s your beautiful friend, Cherl?

All eyes turn and look; Sylvi gasps, “Momma,” and runs to the woman and throws her arms around her.

Steev and Claude are perplexed. Claude says, “I thought Sylvi’s mother was the woman whose debts we paid. If this is Sylvi’s mother, who was the woman on the stake?”

Cherl laughs so hard, she snorts, “Claude, this IS the woman who was on the stake. It took a little bathing, food, and clothes to bring out her beauty, but this is Cordele. Cordele, this is your host, Claude, and your hostess, Zhanet.”

“Oh Sir, Madame, thank you for everything, you saved my life and my daughter’s, too. I’ll never be able to repay you.” She kneels in front of Claude and bursts into tears. She is very emotional. The realization of how close she and Sylvi came to having their lives end overwhelms her. Claude lifts her to her feet and stutters. He doesn’t know how to receive her gratitude. Finally, Zhanet welcomes her to their household and invites her to sit with them at dinner. “No Ma’am, I appreciate your kindness, but I’m your slave, and my daughter is your slave, too. We cannot sit at your table with you.”

Zhanet says, “Cordele, I’m a slave to Claude, also, but I understand. We won’t embarrass you by insisting. Sylvi, take your mother to the kitchen and when you’re finished eating, take her to her room and stay there with her until Cherl needs you. Now, can the rest of us sit down and eat? All this emotion has made me very hungry.”

Steev asks, “If you can sit here with us, Zhanet, why can’t Cordele? She is only indentured.”

“Oh Steev. You are so blind. First of all, I karabük escort am the mistress of the house. Even if I am Claude’s property, I can sit at meals with you. And yes, Cordele could have shared our meal, but Sylvi couldn’t. She is a slave and has no stature here. How would that have made her mother feel if her beautiful daughter had to kneel and wait for us to finish eating when she didn’t? Steev, you need some schooling in Roman etiquette.”

Steev shrugs, but he is embarrassed. Not for his lack of knowledge of etiquette, but for not recognizing the facts of the matter — the obvious. Zhanet shares a look with Cherl and says, “Men!” They laugh and start to eat.

Later that evening, Cherl goes to her room and finds Cordele and Sylvi waiting for her. She invites them in; Sylvi drops her chiton and tells her mother to drop hers. Cordele is confused but does as her daughter suggests. Sylvi explains why she must; Cherl is eying Cordele’s body; she has a luscious body. It isn’t as tight and firm as Sylvi’s, but it is plush, curvy and sexy. Cherl is wet again. She thinks, “Drat, having a wet pussy all the time is not what I would have wanted that damned ExoSphere to endow me with. At times, yes but not every time I see a nice female body.” She smiles and asks them to sit. Cordele sits on a chair, but without thinking, Sylvi crawls up on the bed and sits next to Cherl.

Cordele says, “Sylvi, tell Cherl what you told me.”

Sylvi buries her head against Cherl’s shoulder and tells her that she lied to her. “Miss, I did go to the Academy almost every day, and I did watch the girls perform their duties, but I didn’t always go when they were practicing sex with each other. I wasn’t interested since I thought I was going to marry a man and have sex with him. I watched the boys having sex with the female captives and learned what the boys were interested in.

“When the Academy girls practiced make believe sex with men, I mimicked their movements, and went home and practiced until I was very good at it. I just didn’t watch or practice sex with girls. You must hate me for deceiving you. Please don’t send my mother and me back. I’ll do anything you want me to do, but I’ll have to learn how. Maybe the other girls will show me how. I’ll try very hard.”

“Honey, you didn’t deceive me. When I saw you at the Academy, I wanted you very badly. Your beauty awed me. I sort of figured you said what you did to save your mother. I deceived myself, Sylvi. Anyway, I discussed this with Milla and Delia. They don’t remember you being there when they had sex with each other. I knew before you told me, but I’m glad you did. I wouldn’t want to believe you would keep secrets from me no matter the cost.

“Now stop crying; I won’t send you back. Furthermore, there isn’t a lot to learn about lesbian sex. I could tell you in five minutes. It doesn’t take a whole year to learn. The reason it takes that long at the Academy is that the girls have to be so used to the idea that they won’t be shocked if they are sold to a woman and not a man. They have become inured to the idea that it doesn’t matter if they have intercourse with either sex. It’s just conditioning, sweet baby. But there’s one thing I can’t teach you. I can’t teach you to want to have sex, with a man – or a woman. Though, I want very much to have sex with you.”

Cherl looked over Sylvi’s shoulder at Cordele, winked and smiled as if to say, “I want to have sex with you, too. Very much, pretty woman.”

“Oh Miss, I’m so grateful. I was terrified that you wouldn’t want me, us, any more. I’ll stay with you tonight and, if you just tell me, I know I can do it. I love you, Miss.”

“You know, Sylvi, I want you to think about this. Tell the other girls what you told me. Get things straight with them first. They won’t think badly of you. When I spoke with Milla and Delia, they told me they really cared about you. They’ll be a bit surprised, but they’ll understand. I think my talking to them today got them thinking of what you actually saw them do. Go visit with them. Stay with them tonight. Maybe they will give you some ideas about lesbian sex. Go on, now.”

Sylvi jumps off the bed and picks up her chiton. She starts to leave, but remembers to dress before she opens the door. She turns and smiles at her mother and Cherl, and skips off. She may be nineteen, but she’s still a child.

Cordele, could you stay for a minute? I’d like to discuss something with you.

“Cordele, what type of work do you want to do here? I don’t want to see you assigned duties that will be anathema to you.”

“Missy, I am a dancer and a very good seamstress. I can tailor anything you’d like, but that’s not why you asked me to stay, is it? I could see the way you looked at my body when I took off my chiton. You want to have sex with me, don’t you? If you really like my body, I am very pleased. I am curious about what women do with and to each other. I would like very much to stay with you tonight. Will I be able to kiss you? I am particularly interested in your mouth.” Cherl motions her near and Cordele gets on the bed; the women begin a long session of kissing and learning about each other. They lose themselves in each other’s arms. Cordele feels her trials shed from her, and she hears herself purring. She sighs and lets herself go with the moment. This is lovelier and sweeter than sex she used to have with her husband.

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Sandy leaned back against the trunk of the tree and breathed in a deep lung full of the fragrant air. The perfume of fir trees and wildflowers drifted through her senses mingled with the tang of living things and the musk of moist earth. She curled her toes in the soft dirt beneath her and opened her eyes to stare up into the thick growth of trees that ran all the way to the sides of the mountains until they vanished just before the snowy peaks. Lazy drifts of clouds twined through the high clefts of the mountain tops and skirted the few pines and firs growing close to the summit.

Looking up it was easy to believe she was alone and that this wilderness was all that surrounded her, it was easy to believe until she cast her glance over her shoulder. Below her the town bustled, on the outskirts of Boulder the small town was set into the beauty of the mountains just as most towns were around here. There wasn’t anything wrong with the town or with civilization itself but lately Sandy felt further and further from them, longing only to remain in her rented cabin and hide from the world. College at the University of Colorado at Boulder was proving stimulating and informative but it was hard to concentrate being on the edge of the Roosevelt National Forest and feeling that the very air breathed around her. Her parents had rented her the small cabin here on the hillside as a reward for her scholarship to the University, in truth Sandy believed they just wanted her gone so they could brag about her in their social circles. In the end it had all worked out well, she lived off campus in the quaint two bedroom cabin and commuted to school in the Honda CR-V she had purchased with money she’d saved from after school jobs and many a birthday check put into savings. The four wheel drive SUV was a necessity here in winter.

Sandy laid her cheek against her knees and watched a hawk skim the field nearby trying to flush an unlucky rabbit or mouse from its hiding place. The weather was still mild during the day and only the nights foreboding chill reminded residents that winter was not far off. Sandy was fairly oblivious to the subtle bite of cold in the air, she sat against the tree in nothing but her cutoff shorts and a tight tube top as though she were at the beach instead of the mountains. Classes had been boring today and Sandy had spent most of her time doodling in her notebook as opposed to listening to the lecture on a topic she already knew inside and out. Her grades were never a problem so most of her professors overlooked her obvious lack of attention in class they all knew she was one of the most intelligent students at the school. Sandy was not only intelligent she had grown quite beautiful over the last four years. Her form had always been slender and now in her twenty second year it had gained the womanly curves that turned heads wherever she went. Her small breasts had swelled moderately into full c-cups and were quite firm and perky. She exercised constantly, running, hiking, climbing and anything else she could find to get her blood pumping. Her lithe body was tanned deep bronze and well muscled for her efforts. Her brown hair was layered with golden highlights that had been enhanced by her time spent in the sun and her hazel eyes were flecked with green. All of these traits made her eye catching and desirable. She did not lack for attention at school, attention from both classmates and her professors as well, but their attentions went either unrewarded or unnoticed by Sandy.

Sandy curled her toes in the dirt again before standing up and heading inside to consider her dinner options. She was far from a health food guru, in fact most of the time she bordered on downright piggish in her eating habits. It was hard to convince her that the food groups were not, potato chips, cheese fries, steak, and popcorn. Were it not for her fanatic outdoors activities she fully believed she would plump up to the size of the Goodyear blimp. Sandy paused and eyeballed the calendar before she went to the freezer and removed two large steaks. Darkness was setting fast outside and a chill wind was descending from the mountains when she tossed the meat onto the grill. She stood there staring into the flames as she watched the meat cook, waiting for it to caramelize and need to be flipped. The light from the fire was the only light left when his arms encircled her waist from behind and even though she knew he would come, she jumped despite herself.

“William!” she shrieked. “You jerk you nearly made me pee myself! How many times have I asked you to quit doing that whole sneaking around thing!”

“But if I quit sneaking around I wouldn’t be me.” He grinned down at her before eyeing the grill. “Besides you knew I was coming!”

“Maybe I was going to eat them both.” Sandy smirked as she pulled the steaks off the fire and shut off the gas. William was dressed in the loose fitting t-shirt and stone washed jeans they kept hidden in a hollow tree kastamonu escort just inside the woods so that reports of a naked man prowling around the cabin wouldn’t circulate through the town.

“What and deny me the pleasure of your culinary expertise?”

“Oh shove it.” Sandy strode into the cabin to put the food on the table.

William chuckled and followed her into the house. He set the table as she brought out a salad, rolls, and baked potatoes to go with the steaks. Sandy poured herself a glass of Diet Pepsi and poured a glass of iced tea for William before she sat down in front of her plate.

“So how is school?” William inquired.

“About the same as always,” Sandy cut her steak and dressed her potato. “I’m ahead of the class in the book and the lectures rarely bring any information I haven’t researched on my own. The conclusions of the professors and other students always seem to take a decided slant toward a specific political train of thought though they all deny it vehemently when called on it. It’s difficult to find an un-biased opinion anywhere these days though.”

William chuckled. Politics never interested him despite reminding him very much of the power plays within packs of wolves and dogs, in the end it was always just a fight over the bitch or the beef. In humans cases it was nearly the same except it was a fight over the woman or the money, same difference as far as William could tell. He glanced across the table at Sandy as she spoke about her school and what she was learning, his attention was not on her words or the food he was mechanically eating but instead was totally on her. It had been nearly a month since he’d last been able to sit at the table with her and he could not deny he was hungry for something much more than food. Sandy was rattling on about mathematics and biology as William sat there and explored her with his senses. His eyes roved over the flat belly and firm swell of her breasts, delighting every time she moved and offered a new perspective of them to him. He could smell her fresh clean scent from across the table but he could also smell much more then just that. He caught the scent of her arousal, always present when he was nearby, as well as the smell of her sweat, light and earthy over her skin. He knew she’d been sitting by the pine tree today from the heavy scent of it in her hair and the few scattered needles clinging to stray locks. It was sheer wonderful torture to sit so close to her and yet be separated from her by the table.

After dinner William helped Sandy clear the dishes and wash them as well as to put away the leftovers.

“How was the park?” Sandy smiled at him.

“Wonderful,” William grinned at her. “The deer are thick this season; I have a feeling that the park rangers may have to do some population control this year. Most of the bears are seeking our winter dens, squirrels are hiding their bounty of nuts, and the whole park is winding down for the year and getting ready for the onslaught of winter.”

“You didn’t help yourself to any picnic lunches this time did you?”

“I’m shocked.” William feigned affront. “Just because I happened upon an unguarded lunch and got caught red snouted does not mean I make it a habit of absconding every day with some camper’s lunch.”

Sandy chuckled. “True but the last thing we need is another story about starving wolves being so brazen as to wander into a camp site and help themselves to visitor’s lunches. You’re lucky they didn’t insist on hunting down the ‘dangerous animal'”.

William blanched. “Well you do have a point there. I didn’t mean to cause any great distress for anyone, but the left over roast was most agreeable.”

“Any wolves?” Sandy waited tentatively.

“No.” William’s voice was flat. “Even though they are making a come back there are no wolves in Colorado so far as I have seen and I doubt my presence is much appreciated at that.”

“I’m sorry William.” Sandy stepped into his arms and hugged him.

William grinned and scooped her up off her feet. “No need, I don’t expect to see any or be welcomed by them if I did. I have you to welcome me so what more do I need!” He spun her around in a circle until she giggled and begged him to stop. She smiled at him as he set her back on her feet in the living room giving her ass a fond pat as he did.

Her arms stayed linked around his neck and her body molded up against his even after she had regained her feet. She stood on her toes and was still looking up at him dwarfed by his sheer size and stature. His eyes were dark and passionate as he again lifted her off her feet and lowered his mouth to hers, coaxing her lips apart to explore her mouth with his tongue. The weeks they spent separated lent a fevered need to their embrace, a need to reclaim each other without modesty or hesitation. William gripped Sandy’s ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he kayseri escort strode up the stairs and into the bedroom dropping her onto the bed joining her there moments later. She was insatiable and needy in bed, truly a wild animal when it came to sex; he heard the fabric of his shirt tear as she pulled it from him, her lips seeking the base of his throat and the small nubs of his nipples. He ached even before she bit and licked his chest and neck, having her only a few times a month was a torture beyond all others, his hands pulled the tube top off the swell of her breasts and over her head. He yanked her jeans down off her hips to her ankles so she could kick them into the corner of the room as she unbuttoned his fly and pulled his jeans down. She kissed away a pearly drop of fluid from the end of his head as she lowered his jeans, delighting in his sharp intake of breath as she did. The scent of her arousal was an intoxicating perfume driving him to madness just as surely as her hands caressing the length of him did. He throbbed in her hands and moaned deeply, filled with the aching need to claim her and mark her as his own.

William grabbed Sandy’s hips and flipped her over on the bed, placing her on her hands and knees before him. He wrapped his hand in her long hair and pulled her head back forcing her back to arch and her breasts to push forward as her ass lifted into the air. With his free hand he reached between her thighs and began to stroke the soft petals of her sex, running his fingers between her folds to occasionally brush against the hard nub of her clit. Sandy was panting between her moist lips, her eyes were closed as she surrendered to his dominant stance behind her, his hand in her hair holding her still on her knees. William rubbed his fingers together feeling the slippery wet dew that covered them as her removed his hand from between her thighs and took a firm grip on her hip, his fingers biting into her skin as he twisted his other hand in her long hair to take a tighter hold. Sandy gasped as he thrust the length of his hard shaft into her body, pulling her back by her hair as he impaled her to the hilt with a single smooth motion. William’s throaty moan rang loud in her ears as Sandy squirmed desperately trying to get him to move inside her, the thundering of her blood rushing through her veins and her breath exploding from her chest nearly drowning out everything but the hot pounding need radiating from between her legs. He released her hair and ran his calloused palm over one of her breasts, the rough skin raking over his taunt nipple cause her to shiver and thrust backward against him. William pulled himself from inside her and flipped her over onto her back, he pulled her close and spread open her thighs, imprisoning her legs against the bed as he thrust himself back into her body. He stood over her, keeping her ass on the end of the bed and used his leverage to thrust forcefully in and out of her while he leaned over to lick and suck on her taunt nipples. Sandy gripped his shoulders with her nails and lifted her hips into each of his thrusts with equal fervor; she squeezed her muscles around his hard shaft and whimpered softly in her throat. Williams’ hands caressed her flat stomach and ran down her thighs, he spread open the lips of her sex and rubbed the hard nub of her clit while he thrust himself in and out of her hot wet sex. He could feel the tremors of excitement course through her body as he rubbed and tweaked her clit, heard her gasps and soft pleas as he used his weight to impale and pin her to the bed, her sweat slicked thighs forced wide open as he plunged into her again and again. William knew he was going to orgasm, he could feel it rising in him as he moved inside her tight wetness. He pulled himself out of her and grasped her hands placing them around his engorged shaft as he leaned back standing between her legs. Sandy took hold of his hard member and stroked and massaged it, she leaned up and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and kissed and sucked it while her strong hands moved up and down the length of him. William let out a guttural nearly wolf like sound and began to cum, the slippery white cream spurting over Sandy’s lips and down her neck and over her perky breasts. She continued to stroke him until he finished spilling his seed over her body, her eyes focused on his face and the pleasure in it.

He smiled down at her cum spattered body before he knelt to his knees between her legs. Sandy sucked in her breath as he spread open the wet lips of her sex and stroked her clit with his tongue, pausing to flick it lightly. She gasped and her body went rigid arching up against his face as he continued slowly lick and suck the hard nub between her legs. William tasted her, sliding his tongue in between the folds of her slippery sex and along the path his cock had traveled moments ago. He lingered with his tongue a moment kıbrıs escort then brought it back out and over her clit, sliding his finger into the warm wet hole between her legs while he lavished attention on her sensitive flesh. His hands roved along her body, sliding over her sides to cup her breasts and gently pluck her hardened nipples listening to her whimpers and cries of passion. Sandy felt her body shaking, her hips lifting into William as her muscles began shaking and she cried out in earnest on the edge of her own release. William’s snarl was absolutely feral when he heard her cry; he stroked her faster with his fingers and gently nipped at her clit pushing Sandy over her edge. She shook like a leaf in a summer storm, her body rocking against his fingers and mouth, the hot flow of her own release covering William’s tongue and face. Panting she fell back on the bed still shaking as he slid up along side of her body.

Sandy rolled over and laid her head against William’s shoulder her body curling against his as he moved alongside to cradle her. His hands slowly stroked her back as he held her, the heavy scent of sex mingling with that of pine, clean linens, and sweat. Sandy’s soft exhalation and little purr told him she was drifting off a bit. William stood up and picked her up, carrying her into the bathroom where he turned on the shower. She smiled and held onto him her sleepy satisfaction unbroken by the reality of her rumpled state. He smiled down at her noting the drying cum on her skin and in her hair and the way she didn’t mind it in the least. He lifted her up and placed her in the shower and stepped in behind her feeling the warm spray of water as it cascaded over them both. He stroked her body as he soaped her wash cloth and began to slowly move it over her skin, using it to rub down and over her shoulders and across her breasts and neck. His hands moved slowly over her body washing away the sweat and cum from her skin and hair, he kissed her neck as he cleaned her skin, keeping her body pressed against his own. Sandy turned to face him and in her eyes her renewed desire was evident even before she stepped closer to him. She tilted her head and wrapped her hands around his neck; her body was smooth and pliant against him as she kissed him. Her mouth opened and her and was gently coaxing against his own until all thoughts of bathing left William’s mind and he dropped the washcloth to hold her against him.

William lifted her off her feet and braced her against the wall of the shower, his hands gently roving down her body and over her breasts and tight belly. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was gently kissing his neck and shoulders the sense of urgency all but gone this time. The warm water spilled down over them, running down her neck and breasts and over her belly to between her legs adding its own sensual effect. She couldn’t think straight or decide where William’s caress ended and the waters began, it was intoxicating. He was kissing her neck and her breasts feeling the water pour down her body and over his own back as he lavished her body with attention. Her eyes were closed and her head titled back as she softly breathed his name, a siren’s call from her lips that made him feel weak in his knees. He slid her down onto his re-hardened cock, burying it slowly to the hilt inside her body. He was slow and gentle with her this time, every soft exhalation and moan giving him pleasure as he watched her face alive with pleasure. She kissed him and clung to him her hips moving with his long slow thrusts building back up the tension and the pleasure as he lead her back to the brink and over it. Her orgasm was just as intense as it had been the first time that night and minutes later he joined her this time spilling himself into her body claiming her again in the most primal sense.

William carried her out of the shower, drying her off with a towel before he took her back to the bed and laid her down. He laid down beside her watch her drift off into sleep knowing in the morning he would look at her again from behind amber eyes. He touched her cheek slowly and smiled as she made a quiet sound and turned into him, even in sleep desiring to be as close as possible to him. The mornings were always the hardest, awakening to see her through lupine eyes again, unable to touch her and slowly wake her from her exhausted slumber, unable to do the simple things other couples enjoyed, unable even to make her breakfast. He loved the time they had together but they were still separated by what he was and what he could never fully be no matter how hard he tried. He stroked her hair before he joined her in sleep, sleep punctured by the dreams of what he was and the nightmares of what might happen.

William was in pain. Sandy awoke suddenly knowing she had heard his cries. The sun was streaming in through the blinds and birds calling outside, morning had come and gone. Next to her the wolf that was William whimpered and twitched in his sleep, sounds of great distress coming from him. Sandy rolled over to face him taking in for a moment the anguished look on his lupine face, muzzle contorted in a silent snarl.

“William” she softly spoke to him. “Wake up; you’re having a bad dream. William wake up.” She pleaded softly to no avail. “William, please.”

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Chapter 6

Art and the Goth Scene

Several rather uneventful weeks passed after my romp with Marco, Vangie, Blaine and Freddie. The fact of the matter was that I couldn’t find them again. It would be a year before I ran into Blaine at a club downtown and sadly learn that Vangie and Marco had died in a plane crash in Spain, and that Freddie was in prison for selling cocaine.

The most momentous thing in my life during that time was reuniting with my Aunt Miriam. Actually she was waiting for me outside my workplace one afternoon and insisted that I accompany her to an art gallery to see this “Wonderful painter” just discovered. Since she had also offered to buy me dinner I went along without protest.

The gallery was three blocks away and while I had never been inside an art gallery before, I sensed an excitement that outside of sex, I hadn’t known for quite some time.

We entered the gallery and Aunt Miriam was greeted warmly. It never occurred to me that it was her gallery… oh, no, I was that dumb.

I was, however, taken by the vivid colors and amazing works hanging on the walls. I left her trailing behind as I scurried from one to the next, lost in the totality of it all. I had never been to any of the art museums in the city. Had that been the case I might not have been affected as I was. But I was immersed in all of it; my mind was reeling with what my eyes were taking in.

Aunt Miriam let me go. My guess is she understood what I was going through and knew enough to leave me alone.

She told me later that I’d gone from one painting to the next for over an hour, repeating the process three and a half times before staggering to a bench and plopping my ass down.

She came over and sat next to me.

“What… what is this?” I managed to say.

“It’s an art gallery, Dee, one of dozens in the city.”

“It… it’s unbelievable!”

“Makes you want to pick up a pencil and start drawing again, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah… it does.”

She let me sit there absorbing, or trying to absorb what I’d seen for another twenty minutes before saying, “Do you have any questions?”

“Um… are any of these artists alive?”

“As a matter of fact, all of them are alive and kicking, so far as I know.”

“You come here often, Aunt Miriam?”

“I do. Partly because I love this place and partly because I also own it.”

“You own this gallery?”

“Yes, I own it, Dee.”

“You… you think I have the talent to do this kind of work?”

“That remains to be seen. I do think you have a certain talent. But you need to work at it. You need to study with someone who can teach you certain things about art and thereby enable you to, if you have the capability, to rise to a higher level. If that happens, then yes, you’ll be capable of turning out work comparable to what we have here.”

“These… paintings… what do they sell for?”

“Some are relatively cheap. Some are quite expensive. What you see here range from $800 to $40,000.”

“Jesus Christ!”

“No need to swear. These artists have worked a lifetime to reach their current levels. Too many perfectly good artists never achieve this level… of success. They are either not discovered, or are missing some element of artistry the others possess. In my opinion that’s something that really can’t be pinpointed. Critics will provide a reason for every success or failure, but they’re only blowing in the wind. The distinction between talent and genius can’t be measured by a critic despite what they say.

“The buyer determines that, and only the buyer. And mind you, the buyer is often wrong, but once someone pays, say $20,000 for a painting, that artist is considered highly marketable, people line up to buy the rest of their work. The critic has little to do with it.”

I could only nod my head in wonder.

“Let’s get something to eat, shall we?’ My aunt said. I nodded again, and we left the gallery for an Italian Restaurant a block away. ________________________________________

During the dinner, Aunt Miriam questioned me again about my wanting to pursue art as a life’s work.

I told her I couldn’t as I had to earn a living. She pooh-poohed that, telling me that I could work at her gallery and earn slightly more than I already was and would learn something about both art and the world of art in the process.

“But where would I paint? My place is too small and besides I have a roommate who in all probability would muck things up.” And yes I used the word ‘muck,’ rather than ‘fuck,’ not wanting to shock my aunt.

Aunt Miriam whisked me off to an art supply store, where she proceeded to spend around $2000 on what she termed the essentials needed by any aspiring artist. This included paints, canvasses and brushes, along with the many other ingredients an artist needs to get through their day. ________________________________________

To top things off, she took me home to her place, a sumptuous brownstone a block and a half from the park in bostancı escort mid-town.

“You can have the third floor and store things not needed at the moment in the attic. I think you’ll find it spacious enough for any contingency.”

We went in, and climbed the stairs to the third floor. It seemed a vast space with only four walls from one end to the other.

“I never got around to finishing this floor. I have all the room I need on the first two as it is. Do you think it suites you?”

“I… I don’t know what to say. It’s… its unbelievable!” You really mean it? I mean, you want me to live here?”

“Why not?”

We were quiet for a time as I looked around. Then Aunt Miriam started talking.

“I know what kind of a life you’ve had, Dee. Your mother was only a child when she had you. My mother practically raised you. I helped out when I could, but I won a scholarship to an art school and looked at it as a means of escaping what I then considered a bad situation. Then your Mom met that drunk and to my regret, I used that as an excuse to keep my distance from the family.

“I do regret it, Dee. I could have done something to make life easier for my mother, your sister and you a long time ago, but I didn’t. I sincerely regret it. Now my mother’s gone, and your mom, my sister, is… or I should say, wants nothing to do with me, and I can’t say I blame her.

“But I’m successful and in a position to help you, Dee. Please let me do that. I won’t bother you other than to stop by… I promise to call first… just to see how you’re progressing and if you need anything. Tell me you’ll stay here, Dee. Please tell me you’ll stay?”

It was a no brainer, and I told her so. And so, within the next four days I began my immersion into the art world, quitting my office job to work at the gallery, and using the night hours to read and work at perfecting my new craft. ________________________________________

Some months later I looked in the mirror and saw a girl seemingly unsure of herself; a girl whose eyes shone dark from sockets that were deepened by the purple eye shadow piled on to give me the authentic (so I thought) Goth look I sought. My skin seemed molded out of pale dough. I bit into my lower lip and decided not to apply another layer of black lipstick.

I thought the Goth-crowd to be the in thing of the moment and so sought desperately to merge into it.

I was approaching my twentieth birthday, I had already produced two works Aunt Miriam pronounced “Decent enough, but unsalable.”

I had renewed my friendship with Elsie, who had dumped Vaughn and Jackie after finally deciding she no longer wanted to be their slave.

“I loved how they could both make me cum like crazy, really I did. I mean, it was soooo fuckin’ good I rationalized that if you didn’t want to be part of it then I didn’t need you.”

“Cruel of you,” I said.

“I know, and I’m really, really sorry about it. Can you forgive me?”

“Already have, Elsie.”

“You have?”

“I said so, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but….”

“No but’s Elsie. Anyways I see you’re into the Goth thing. How is that workin’ for you?”

“Wild baby, fuckin’ wild. “A girl don’t have to spend hours fixing her face or getting dressed. Just paint your eyes with this black shit, throw on a couple things from the Rescue mission and a pair of combat boots and you’re considered a sex goddess by those into it. The Goth I mean.” ________________________________________

We met Elsie’s friend Una over at a club called Breathless in my initial foray into the Goth thingy. We talked small for awhile, avoiding the obvious topic at the fore of each of our minds. A crazy woman kept coming up to the jukebox, mumbling to herself and playing patriotic songs like “Stars and Stripes Forever” which puzzled the shit out of me Breathless being the kind of dark place that it was.

At any rate, she hovered perilously close to us. Una laughed and told us that one of the regulars, a short, balding man in glasses, was trying to bed the crazy woman.

Una’s ass nicely filled her tight jeans and her sweater couldn’t fight back the swell of her breasts. She was a stealthy babe, the kind of girl whose sex-appeal grabs you from behind in an off-moment and doesn’t let go. Soft-spoken and gentle, she was capable of holding her liquor.

There was something about her that reminded me of Vangie and I wanted to kiss her, and cursed my luck at having met her here at this dark circus instead of some cozy little lounge with dark corners and intimate spaces.

“Una’s got a really nice ass,” I told Elsie when Una was leaning away from us and I thought it safe to say.

Elsie being Elsie laughed and nudged Una. “What is it?” Una yelled to be heard over the raucous din.

“Deidre likes your ass. I thought you should know!”

Una turned to me and smiled. “Do you?”

I nodded, yes.

“Cool!” Una said and kissed me on the mouth. No tongue, but it was beykoz escort a lovely smooch regardless. I started to return it, with some tonguing in mind, but she averted her face and laughed teasingly. “Later, maybe,” she said, and for a moment I wanted to die.

“So,” I yelled, “you’re not lesbian, are you bi?”

She came up next to me and calmly said in my ear, “Well, someday I want to get married and have kids and all that, but he’d have to understand that I have other needs as well. That answer your question?”

I nodded and gave her my best smile.

She returned it with one of hers.

We went out for a smoke, shivering in the cold. I told Una about the last time Elsie and I had been picked up. I closed with: “After that I’m careful about entering into any relationship.”

“I don’t blame you,” Una said. “It sounds like they were incredibly fucked up.”

“Elsie can confirm that. I left that first night and didn’t go back. She did.”

“Is that the sadists she’s talking about, Elsie?”

Elsie nodded and bummed a second cigarette off me. After I gave her a light, Elsie added, “Dee’s gonna be an artist. She’s studying for it and works in this really posh gallery; meets all the hoi-poli in the art world there.”

“Elsie!” I said, embarrassed, but I was really thinking about getting it on with Una at some point down the road along with a man who was as yet a mystery man.

Oh, I knew I wouldn’t become her woman. I prefer men, but a good woman from time to time is a wonderful thing. As long as one has variety, life is good, don’t you think?

Triangulation on the other hand, is hot. The sex is wonderful. There are a seemingly infinite number of ways three bodies can be joined. Each of you can take turns savoring the ministrations of two hands, two lips, two tongues. You indulge in the simultaneous pleasures of watching and being watched. There aren’t so many people involved that anyone has to feel left out, that any lines of communication aren’t open. Beyond the sex, there’s the quiet joy of enjoying each other’s time, of collapsing into bed together after a long night out, of waking up the next morning and grabbing brunch. Whether you head out to a dive bar or simply curl up on the couch watching a movie, three is an instant party.

And I love parties.

But I digress. Eugene happened.

Yeah, Eugene, a Black dude, about 6’2″ with dreadlocks and wearing a pair of denim coveralls and apparently, nothing else, save a pair of Air Jordan’s. I gravitated to him as if he were a giant magnet. I would later hear some girls call him a pussy magnet and I wouldn’t argue the point.

Elsie, Una and I bought him a round of drinks, after which he lazily unbuttoned the top of his coveralls, exposing a smooth chocolate chest with nipples like Hershey Kisses.

All three of us couldn’t resist touching him. I remember thinking how women loved chocolate, finding it irresistible. Well, Eugene was like that, simply yummy. I found myself kissing his pecs, the hollow of his sternum, nuzzling at his nipples, while the girls and God knows how many others laughed and whistled while making various comments of encouragement.

Lord knows he was tasty enough. Lord knows I was wet for him. And knowing so many people were watching me only made me wetter.

Eugene maneuvered me to a dark corner of the club. Of course the others followed but they were fairly discreet and no one else followed. My hand magically caused the coveralls to slide down his body.

Big surprise, he wore nothing underneath. He had a tight, ripped body. Very short, very kinky black pubic patch, big fat knobby dick, uncircumcised, with a purple head like a ripe plum peeking out from underneath the foreskin.

I dropped to my knees, doing my very best to swallow him whole, which given his size, wasn’t really practical, but was a lot of fun to try. Booth Una and Elsie told me after that they were betting I could, I did my best, but there was just too much him to engulf.

I tried several approaches: slathering my tongue up and down his shaft, slurping his fat testicles, pulling back the foreskin and tracing the topography of his glans. His cock was rigidly hard, craning eagerly upward, and, mmmm, hot and juicy.

Someone, I suspect it was Una, unbuttoned my blouse letting my tits hang down like twin pendulums as I was braless. Elsie gave me a pat on the head like you would a dog and tousled my hair.

Una – I know for certain it was her this time – was tugging my jeans off, groping and pawing at my cunt. I was soaking wet; hot and slippery and horny as hell. I raised my knees one by one, and with my mouth full of cock, kicked my panties aside.

Eugene pulled his dick away, and I came up, panting. Una chuckled, “God, Elsie, what a horny slut she is!”

Elsie laughed and tugged my hair fondly, and I wiggled my ass in response. One of Eugene’s friends, a weasel-faced skinny Hispanic, was standing in front of me, his jeans unzipped, kurtköy escort his cock projecting straight out. His dick was dark, not black, and it was crooked; bent like a scimitar.

It fit nicely into my mouth, and I sucked at it greedily. Meanwhile, Eugene got behind me, maneuvering between my thighs. I jumped, startled as his big dick rams up against my cunt. Weasel-Face wrapped his fingers in my hair commanding my attention as he vigorously humped my wide-open mouth.

I lavished attention on Weasel-Face’s thrusting cock, trying to breathe while Eugene spread my cunt and crammed his magnificent tool home. The sudden invasion electrified me, as he filled me with his huge dick. He fucked me hard, slapping my ass in a casual way, every second or third thrust.

I tried to concentrate on the dick in my mouth, but got more difficult. My head was lolling back and forth as I humped back against Eugene’s fucking; grunting like a pig with the pleasure of it. Weasel-Face withdrew his cock from my mouth, apparently content with the occasional slurp I remembered to give him; and began jerking off into my face.

Suddenly Eugene came, slamming into my cunt and with a series of: “Ugh… ugh…ughhhh!” grunts and groans I feel his dick swell and spasm inside me. Moments later, his hot semen is spilling out and running down my thighs, dripping onto the floor. His cock slips away and I feel empty.

“Your turn” Una chirps. She has one hand stuck down the front of her pants.

“Sloppy Seconds, for me,” my Hispanic, whose cock I’ve been sucking laughs.

“Fuck her in the ass,” Una says. Her hand moving busily down the front of her pants, “You know she wants it.”

He smears the gooey wetness that is drooling out of my cunt up and down my butt, and around my anus before rudely jamming a finger into that tight, sensitive hole. I yelp and jump, but I certainly do not object as he works his forefinger in and out, twisting it around inside me. Besides, Eugene has come around front again, and feeds me his long, soft, salty, cum-flavored dick.

I’m back in a heavenly bliss.

Weasel-face discovers my tits, pinching and squeezing the stiffened nipples. It is really quite distracting and utterly exhilarating.

I guess Weasel-Face figured he’d warmed me up enough, as he suddenly withdrew his finger, leaving my asshole gasping. I glance over at Una. She’s working her hand rhythmically back and forth inside her work pants, and swapping spit with Elsie.

Weasel Face worked his crooked dick up my ass. It was kind of a tight fit getting in, but once past the tight ring of my sphincter, he slid right on in. It felt wild, quite amazing actually. I had thought it would hurt, but apparently I was so hot it didn’t matter. I mean, it wasn’t my first ass fucking, and it felt better and better the faster he pounded into me.

I remember reaching the point of no return — I’m so close to cumming, – I have to cum. I start masturbating, letting Eugene’s wonderful cock slip out of my mouth so I can concentrate on getting my hands between my legs to play with my swollen, aching clit.

Eugene takes matters into his own hands, masturbating himself onto my face. Una is still jilling off; still kissing Elsie who also has her hand on her pussy. And Weasel-face is fucking me like the proverbial Johnny-B. Goode.

We all cum at about the same time: Eugene growls like an animal and splashes a relatively small amount of sticky white come onto my face; Weasel-Face buries himself in my ass, filling me to overflowing with what seems like a pint of hot semen; my girl, Una comes silently, her face screwed up in an ecstatic mask; and I go off bucking and screaming, wracked with pleasure that breaks over me again and again like storm-churned surf, until I am left a limp, sweaty, sticky mass on the floor.

________________________________________

Several drinks and a cab ride later, we shut the door to Una’s apartment behind us and we three girls were cheek to cheek to cheek.

Una’s apartment is small, too small for two people really. It is just one room, with a barely separate bathroom and a tiny kitchen squeezed in. With three people inside, it was like a crowded elevator. Elsie’s boob kept brushing against my arm.

We sized each other up like alley cats; but there was no hissing or bared claws.

“I’ve got a gallon of Gallo,” Una said gaily.

“That should hold us for a while,” I said and plopped onto the loveseat that passed for a couch in the small space.

Una poured out the vino, Elsie produced some pot and we were off and running.

We all ended up on the bed together; there was really nowhere else to be. Out of the blue I said, “I wanna watch you two fuck.”

“Okay,” Elsie said, “No problemo.” She was already pulling her shirt off over her head. “You should go down on her,” I said becoming a referee of sorts.

Una had discarded her top. Her boobs were big and round, like a pair of cantaloupes. The areolas were huge and brown, and her nipples stuck out excitedly. There was a thick white scar that ran down the left breast, just missing the areola, and traced its meandering way along her sternum. As I watched, she unfolded her legs and slid her jeans down, gathering them up around her knees. She was wearing black mesh underwear, and I could see her fat, puffy slit through the sheer material.

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The next day Ron was working with the American gentlemen. He was called Nathaniel Rutherford. Ron met him and his bodyguard at Gatwick. Rutherford was old, to Ron he looked like he was about one-hundred-and-twenty-three years old. Ron took them to their hotel on Park Lane. He and the bodyguard took the luggage up. They weren’t long at the hotel because Rutherford wanted to go to the Travellers Club, on Pall Mall. Ron had his suit on but no tie, he had to borrow a tie from the bodyguard so that they could get into the club. The bodyguard was called Bradley, and Ron had the feeling he was ex-military.

They were a few hours at the Travellers.’ Ron and Bradley sat and chatted at a separate table whilst Rutherford caroused with some English friends, in the club’s bar. Ron saw an officer who had been in his regiment, and the man came over and chatted to him. He told Ron that he was in intelligence now, and he said he was pleased to see Ron looking so well. Bradley had served in the American Marines, and it turned out they’d both been in Afghanistan at a similar time. Bradley seemed like a decent guy.

They went back to the hotel just after seven, and that was Ron done for the day. He wanted to go running. He got changed and was just about to go out when the phone rang. He thought about not answering and just going out, but he answered it in case it was work stuff. It was Katie’s number.

‘Ron can you come and get me?’ said Katie. Ron thought she sounded drunk. From the background noise it sounded like she was out somewhere.

‘Whereabouts are you?’ said Ron.

‘Westminster,’ said Katie.

‘Is this a work thing? No offence but I had plans,’ said Ron.

‘I need to talk to you,’ said Katie.

‘What about?’ said Ron.

‘I can’t say, there’s people here, I’m in a bar,’ said Katie.

‘Have I done something wrong?’ said Ron.

‘No. You’re wonderful, you’re the only employee I have that I don’t want to fire and never fucking see again,’ said Katie.

‘I’ll come and get you. It’s going to take time to get up there now,’ said Ron.

‘That’s ok,’ said Katie.

Katie named a bar in Westminster. It did indeed take a long time to get up there because of the traffic. He double parked outside. She was sat at a table inside, by herself, drinking. There were quite a few empty glasses on the table. She wanted him to sit down and have a drink, but he told her he was double parked, and they needed to go.

‘What’s been going on?’ said Ron.

‘Bad day,’ said Katie. She’d had a few more G&Ts since she’d rang him.

‘Why bad? Where are we going?’ said Ron.

‘Can we go to your place?’ said Katie.

‘No boss, we can’t go to my place. Stepney, right?’ said Ron.

‘Ok, Stepney,’ said Katie. She looked like she was going to fall asleep. Ron thought that if she was sick in his car, fuck the money, he’d go back to just working for Toby.

It was obviously going to take absolutely ages to get to the East End, and Ron was not even remotely happy about spending his fucking evening stuck in loads of traffic, breathing in exhaust fumes, instead of running.

‘Ron,’ said Katie.

‘What’s up?’ said Ron.

‘We all met up. We always get together on Fridays,’ said Katie.

‘I know, Marie told me about that,’ said Ron. He remembered that Marie had said they handed the money over. He looked at Katie’s bag. ‘Have you got money on you?’

‘Yeah,’ said Katie.

‘How much have you got?’ said Ron.

‘About three grand,’ said Katie.

‘Can I come with you in future if you’re carrying money like that, and drinking?’ said Ron.

‘I’m not normally pissed. They don’t normally start screaming at each other and causing a fucking scene in the middle of a fucking bar,’ said Katie.

‘What happened?’ said Ron.

‘Emma turned up. She doesn’t usually come because everyone fucking hates her, but she came today,’ said Katie.

‘Did she cause the grief?’ said Ron.

‘Yes. She’s seeing Layla, and they did a job the other night with Annabelle, and Emma thinks Layla and Annabelle like each other. She’s jealous, and she started making fucking niggly comments to Annabelle, and Annabelle snapped, and they started screaming at each other,’ said Katie.

‘Right. That doesn’t sound good,’ said Ron.

‘Emma’s saying that she’s going to leave. She said that if she does stay with me, Layla can’t work with Annabelle again,’ said Katie.

‘Are you better off without Emma?’ said Ron.

‘No Ron, no. Far from it. She makes more money than the others. She lets people take turns up her arse, and she lets people fucking piss in her mouth, and the money from that is good, Ron, it’s really good, and I have a mortgage, and I have my kid’s school fees… and I have a cocaine habit, Ron… I can’t lose her, but I don’t want her fucking dictating things to me either,’ said Katie.

‘How much coke are you using?’ asked Ron.

‘A lot,’ said Katie.

‘Do we need to get you some help?’ asked Ron.

‘I don’t really want to talk about it,’ said Katie.

‘Ok,’ ataşehir escort said Ron.

‘It’s a lot, I’m using a lot,’ said Katie.

‘Ok. We’ll have to have a chat about that when you’re sober,’ said Ron.

They were silent for a few minutes, before Katie said, ‘I’m going to have Layla.’

‘Really? Ok,’ said Ron.

‘I spoke to her at the bar when it was just the two of us. I told her I’d heard she was good with a strap on, and she said she was great with a strap-on. And I told her I wanted her up my arse. She’s up for it too, she likes me,’ said Katie.

‘Well that’s good,’ said Ron.

‘I won’t have her work with Annabelle again, but I’m going to get fucked by her. Fucking Emma isn’t telling me how to run my own business,’ said Katie.

‘Right,’ said Ron.

‘And do you know what else, there’s guys that I turn away, really disgusting, pervy horrible scumbags, and I’m going to let them book her,’ said Katie.

‘Sleep on this stuff. Have a think about it tomorrow,’ said Ron.

‘Ron, things aren’t great,’ said Katie.

‘I’m going to take you home now, you need to have some paracetamol before bed, and a couple of glasses of water. Tomorrow is another day, honestly,’ said Ron.

‘Vicky and Marie left together,’ said Katie.

‘How do you feel about that?’ said Ron.

‘Not good,’ said Katie.

Nothing was said for a while. Katie fell asleep. Her head was hanging to her right, her dark red hair was dangling onto the gear stick. Ron had to keep swatting it aside when he changed gear.

Ron still had her address in the map app on his phone, so he was able to find the house. He woke her up and helped her out of the car. She was groggy at first, but she started getting herself back together as he helped her to the door.

‘You want to come in?’ said Katie.

‘I can’t, I’ve got to get home,’ said Ron.

‘Come in, you can fuck me,’ she said.

‘Look, you are gorgeous, you are absolutely gorgeous, but you’re my boss, and you’re fucked off your head,’ said Ron.

‘Spoilsport,’ said Katie.

Get in, take some painkillers, drink some water and sleep it off. I’ll ring you tomorrow and we can meet up and have a chat, ok? Don’t have any more charlie tonight, just get your head down,’ said Ron.

‘You can fuck me, you can come in my mouth,’ Katie whispered to him.

‘I’m not going to. Get inside,’ said Ron.

‘Ok then,’ she said. She fumbled for her keys and let herself in. She shut the door without saying anything else to him.

***

In the morning, Rutherford had him take them to another gentlemen’s club. It was on a side street off of St James’ Street. Ron hadn’t even known it was a club. Some of the old guys in there had obviously been there since the night before. It was a hardcore gambling club. Bradley told him that ‘Ruv,’ would probably gamble up to a hundred thousand dollars during the session. He and Ron had to sit in the staff room because it was against club rules for them to be out with the members. They were there for a few hours and it got pretty boring. They chatted with the porters when they came through. The porters were both called George. When they were on their way out, Ron saw somebody else from his regiment, another officer, but this one had been really high up the chain of command, and he’d left when Ron was still a young Private soldier. He didn’t recognise Ron.

They went to a restaurant in Knightsbridge after Rutherford had finished gambling. Ron and Bradley sat at the bar while he dined at a table on his own. Rutherford was impeccably polite and well mannered, but he wasn’t a patch on the chaps. After he’d eaten, Ron took them back around the corner to their hotel. Rutherford was going to sleep for a bit, then he wanted to go back to the Travellers’ Club in the evening.

Ron had been hoping to get away earlier. Katie had rung to tell him that Marie would be working at the usual flat at dinner time. She wanted Ron to go but he had to cancel. She texted back and asked him if he could take Victoria to a job in Chelsea later that night. It would be three men. They were old apparently, so he wouldn’t have any problems with them. She wouldn’t let Vicky do it without him there.

Rutherford gambled again at the Travellers club, playing for high stakes with some friends and other club members. Ron could see that a lot of money was involved. He wondered how rich all these people were. He got them back to Park Lane just before ten and had to leave straight away to pick up Victoria.

***

Every time he saw Victoria, Ron found he had forgotten exactly how big her breasts were, and how thin her waist was in comparison. She smiled brilliantly at him when she got in the car. She was a great looking girl. He could imagine her turning heads everywhere she went. Emma and Marie might have been more beautiful, and Marie had that something indefinable about her anyway, but Ron thought that out of them, Vicky was the one he’d most like to just grab hold of and take maltepe escort off somewhere.

‘Hello Mr Ron,’ she said.

‘Hi Vickie,’ said Ron.

‘How’ve you been?’ said Vicky.

‘Grand. Yourself?’ said Ron.

‘Really great, actually. I’ve been shagging all night, and all day today,’ said Vicky.

‘Can’t be bad,’ said Ron. He wondered if she’d been with Marie and found that he wanted to change the subject. ‘What’s the story with this job?’

‘It’s three guys, they’re barristers. They’re old. Like doing kinky stuff, fetish stuff. I go and play with them every few weeks or so. It’ll be alright. It’ll be hard work for me, but it’ll be ok,’ she said.

‘They won’t be any trouble?’ asked Ron.

‘Oh God no!’ said Vicky.

Ron could see the dome of St Paul’s cathedral ahead, over the buildings. It was dark now, but there were a lot of people on the streets. He couldn’t remember ever drinking in the City or going out there at night, but it seemed like a happening place now. There looked to be a lot of bars and restaurants right by the cathedral, with people sat outside them.

‘Vicky, were you out with Katie yesterday? Said Ron.

‘Yes. It was lovely. Screaming, arguing, awkwardness, wouldn’t have missed it,’ said Victoria.

‘What happened? I picked Katie up and took her home afterwards. She was in a bit of a state,’ said Ron.

‘It’s all soap opera stuff really, Mr Ron. Emma came. The only time Emma isn’t offending someone is when she has either a cock or a clitoris in her mouth. She’s a piece of work,’ said Victoria.

‘She had a go at Annabelle?’ said Ron.

‘Indeed, she did. Annie can look after herself though. Emma obviously didn’t know that, but she knows now,’ said Victoria.

‘They don’t like each other?’ said Ron.

‘Not now they don’t. Have you met Layla, the new girl? She’s just started,’ said Victoria.

‘Yeah, nice girl,’ said Ron.

‘Bloody nice girl. Well Emma met her, and God knows what Layla did to her, but she’s in love, she’s completely smitten with Layla. They’re practically living together… So, then Layla and Emma did a party booking with Annabelle, and Layla and Annabelle hit it off—’

‘-I was there,’ interrupted Ron.

‘Really, that’s interesting! What did Layla do to her?’ said Victoria.

‘She had her with a strap-on,’ said Ron.

‘Annie’s a lucky bitch. I’d love to get fucked by Layla. I’m really hoping someone books us. So, Annabelle and Layla were talking when we were out drinking, and they were obviously into each other, I thought they were going to go off to the toilets or something, and Emma had a hissy fit. She’s in love with Layla but I don’t think it’s mutual. Everybody likes shagging Emma but God, you don’t want to have to talk to her, and be around her,’ said Victoria.

‘Katie wasn’t happy,’ said Ron.

‘Did she mention me?’ said Victoria.

‘What did you do?’ said Ron.

‘Well, Marie and I kind of hooked up. You know I said I’d been shagging all night and all day? And Katie’s got a soft spot for her, for Marie,’ said Victoria.

‘So, these guys tonight, they’re barristers?’ asked Ron.

‘They are. They’re a bunch of perverts too. I’m going to be walking funny tomorrow,’ said Victoria.

***

They all looked to be at least in their sixties. God bless Viagra, Ron thought. The flat was in the City of London, amongst the Inns of Court. It was a massive place, it looked like two flats had been converted into one. It was cosy, there were books everywhere, and sofas and chairs that looked comfortable. It looked like old money. Ron liked it.

‘This is Ron, he’ll be here to make sure that you don’t murder me and leave me in a ditch,’ said Victoria.

‘Damn’ said one of the barristers.

‘That’s rather scuppered our plans,’ said another one.

‘Where would you like me to be?’ said Ron.

‘Please take a seat old boy,’ said a barrister.

‘Right, I’m going to get dressed,’ said Victoria.

‘Hugo will have to supervise you my dear,’ said a barrister.

‘Of course,’ said Victoria.

They sat down in front of a very large television. The television and DVD player seemed to be the only modern objects in the flat. One of the barristers picked up two DVD’s from the top of a chest of drawers.

‘Gentlemen, we have a choice of two films for this evening. We have… this one is called… ‘The Imitation Game,’ and this one is called ‘Anal Passengers 4.’ Thoughts?’ he said.

‘Hugo shall have to have a vote of course,’ said the other one.

‘This is about that Turing fellow! The queer one!’ said the barrister with the DVDs.

‘Ron you said?’ asked the other one.

‘Yes,’ said Ron. He liked these men.

‘I suspect you were in the brigade, old boy,’ said the barrister.

‘Guilty,’ said Ron.

‘The Bill Browns, perhaps?’ said the barrister.

‘Fuck off!’ said Ron. They laughed. Before he could say anything else, he heard the door opening behind him. Victoria pendik escort crawled out on her hands and knees. She was totally naked but for stockings and a collar around her neck. From the collar extended a leash, which Hugo the Barrister held as he walked behind her. Victoria crawled towards the television. Her breasts hung underneath her as she crawled. She lay down in front of the television on her side.

‘Hugo. We have two films, old boy. We have ‘The Imitation Game,’ and another one called ‘Anal Passengers 4.’ Thoughts?’ said DVD barrister.

‘I rather think we saw ‘Anal Passengers 2,’ said Hugo.

‘Really? I don’t recall,’ said DVD barrister.

‘Yes, I’m quite sure. The fellow’s a taxi driver, he picks the women up, sweet talks them and gives them a buggering. I rather liked it,’ said Hugo.

‘I remember that one! I rather liked it too,’ said the other barrister.

‘Imitation Game is about the Turing fellow, computer fellow. Went to Kings, I believe,’ said DVD barrister.

‘The queer fellow?’ asked Hugo.

‘Yes,’ said DVD barrister.

‘Computer fellow?’ asked Hugo.

‘Yes,’ said DVD barrister.

‘We could give that a whirl. I don’t like the idea of seeing these ‘Anal Passengers’ things out of sequence. What do you think Alexander?’ said Hugo.

‘Why not? let’s give it a go,’ said the other barrister.

DVD barrister struggled to get the DVD player to work. He said that his grandson normally helped him. Ron hoped the grandson hadn’t been watching ‘Anal Passengers.’ Ron helped him, and they got the film going. Victoria lay on the floor in front of the television. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was sleeping.

Ron thought the film was alright. Fifteen minutes into it, DVD barrister clicked his fingers, loudly. Victoria opened her eyes, got up and all fours and looked at him. He pointed to his groin. Hugo, sat immediately to Ron’s left, was still holding her leash. She crawled to DVD barrister, who was sat in a large armchair. She leaned over his lap and unzipped his fly. Before long, her head was bobbing up and down rhythmically as she fellated him.

Several minutes later, he clicked his fingers again. She stopped sucking his penis. He gestured for Hugo to give him the leash, and Hugo threw it over to him. He got up and led her off to a bedroom, Victoria crawling behind him.

Whatever they did together was short in duration. He led her back in, the leash tight as she crawled along behind him. He was stark naked, and Ron reflected that these boarding school types didn’t seem to think anything of people seeing them without clothes on. DVD barrister sat down. He passed the leash to Hugo. Hugo led Victoria back to the bedroom.

That was how it went. One of them would lead her, crawling, off to a bedroom, would do whatever he wanted with her, then would bring her back. She could have just stayed in the bedroom, Ron thought, but he guessed part of the fun was having her crawl around on all fours on a leash, like a dog. They would click their fingers and gesture to Victoria, signifying what she had to do. Neither of them spoke to her, and she never spoke. Sometimes two of them would go with her. Towards the end, the three of them all took her to the bedroom. Ron had a discreet look in (they’d agreed not to shut any doors so that he could hear and listen out for the safe word). They were all having sex with Victoria at the same time. Hugo was behind her, sodomising her, Alexander was underneath, penetrating her vaginally, whilst DVD barrister was in front of her, in her mouth.

Ron quite enjoyed the film. The barristers had missed too many bits when they had been off with Victoria, so none of them could understand the plot, and they argued about what was going on. They gave Victoria a tip, and tipped Ron as well. They said he’d done a ‘splendid job.’

***

Rutherford was in London for a two more days. He didn’t go much further than Pall Mall on either one of them. Ron found it pretty dull and was relieved to get away at the end of each day. In the evenings, he took Annabelle to a job at a pretty grotty flat in Earls Court. The customer had problems getting an erection. She said afterwards that this was always stressful, as she felt like she had a responsibility to give customers a good time, and if they couldn’t get it up it meant she was doing something wrong, or that something was wrong with her.

The next night he took Emma and Layla to a duo booking. The flat they used was spitting distance from Victoria Station, and it took Ron absolutely ages to find somewhere to park. In the flat, Ron was listening to what was going on and it seemed like the customer was more than happy to watch Emma and Layla entertain each other for most of the time. Ron thought Layla was a nice girl, she’d say hello and chat to him. Emma barely said a word, and when Layla spoke to him, she seemed to keep steering the conversation away so that Layla was just talking to her.

Ron was finding that for the first time since he’d got back from overseas, he was reading a lot. When he was in a flat, and the girls were with a customer, he found that he didn’t need to listen that closely to know whether things were alright or not. There was always a safe word, and the girls knew to make a lot of noise if things started going south, so he could sit and read. He’d nearly read a whole book about a battle in the Vietnam War.

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Author’s note: This is a sequel to my first story, My Sexual Adventure, and incorporates many of the characters from the first story, plus a few new ones. This story takes place after the events of Chapter 6, during Chris’s remaining college years. All characters are over 18, and all are loosely based on my favorite porn stars listed below. Remember to rate and leave comments for possible improvement.

*****

Danny Wylde: Chris Jones (22)

Aidra Fox: Kelly Lang-Jones (21)

Logan Pierce: Adam Banks (22)

Brandi Love: Alison Jones-Banks (40)

Michelle Thorne: Annette Sloan (41)

Introducing Chris Diamond as Jack Lopez (25)

Eliza Jane as Chloe (23)

Jordi El Nino Polla as Nico (24)

And Madison Ivy as Isabel (28)

Chapter List:

Chapter 1: Married Life

Chapter 2: School Friends make wild sex partners

Chapter 3: My wife and I start a Co-ed Frat!

Chapter 4: First Initiates

Chapter 5: Old Friends and New Cum At Our First Frat Orgy

*****

We got approval for our fraternity with Annette’s help, and once we got home, Annette and I decided to set up the house for the new arrivals. First thing I did was draw up a set of in-house rules. I know, not fun, but essential to avoid any kind of lawsuits. Finally, we discussed places to put our first recruits.

I had decided to have the top floor reserved for the marriage suite for myself, Kelly, Adam and my mom, since we were already banging up there at most evening hours anyway. The second floor, which had the most rooms, would go to our immediate friends, namely Ox, Nick, Jeff, Anthony, Zoe, Mark, Amber, and Linda, and the bottom level and the basement would go to our new recruits next semester. We’d start processing recruits late in the year, during exams, and the initiations would go throughout the summer, leading up to a full fraternal orgy at the start of the next school year.

Annette grinned at me when I finished explaining, and gave me a quick squeeze in my crotch to signal she approved. Wordlessly, she then knelt down in front of me and pulled my pants and boxers down, letting my erect dick spring free. She then opened her mouth like the cocksucker she was and engulfed my member, sucking all the way.

I always get a kick out of Annette’s skillful mouth, and since I had already cum twice earlier that day, I barely lasted a few minutes before cumming down her throat. Fortunately, Annette kept her mouth on my cock and sucked me back to full hardness within minutes, then stood up and stripped out of her clothes before leaning over the staircase railing and letting me fuck her from behind.

I fucked her hard and fast and came a second time in her pussy. She screamed with pleasure when Kelly walked through the door, having had classes after our meeting. She stood in the doorway watching us for a moment, then closed the door and stripped naked, kneeling in front of Annette and licking her cum-ridden pussy. I, in turn, pulled out and knelt in front of her and licked her up. This went on for a couple of minutes when I saw someone in the corner of my eye walk down the stairs and heard a rustle of clothes being pulled off. Then I felt a cold finger and a slick liquid on my ass, and quickly realized someone was lubing it up.

Before I could disengage from Kelly, that cold finger left my ass and was replaced with a big dick, and I quickly realized it was Adam. Feeling his cock in my ass, I made more of an effort on Kelly’s pussy as she licked up the last of my cum from Annette’s pussy. Annette meanwhile was now engaged in a tongue war with another naked person that I could see in the corner of my eye. Abandoning my wife’s pussy for a second, I looked up and grinned at the naked body that was my mother. Her voluptuous tits swaying as they wrestled against Annette’s equally large breasts, their tongues thrashing against each other and their hands free to roam anywhere they liked.

Content with the sight and Adam giving me a slow, passionate thrust every few seconds, I felt myself getting hard again and resumed eating Kelly’s pussy while she ate Annette’s. While we ate pussy, Adam took it upon himself to pleasure us both and took hold of my dick and started to masturbate me. Feeling his hand on my cock, I shivered and groaned into Kelly, forcing her to cum all over my mouth. I smiled as I finally disengaged from her and pushed off the floor, grabbing Adam by the neck and turning around to face him.

Wrapping my arm around his neck, we kissed hard, our tongues dancing around as he tasted Kelly’s pussy juices. Our combined saliva and other fluids made Adam groan as he pounded into me faster until he came in my ass, and I came from his hand onto the floor. As soon as he was finished spreading his cum in my ass, he pulled out and knelt on the floor, licking up my cum. We then stood up and each guided the three beautiful women around us upstairs to the master bedroom on the third floor, where we placed them on the bed facing away from esenyurt escort us.

Climbing onto the bed and facing the girls, Adam and I had our cocks sucked to full erection once again. We then got up off the bed and positioned ourselves behind the girls and began to enter each one, thrusting half a dozen times, then pulling out and switching it up. First I fucked left to right: Kelly, then mom, then Annette. Adam then fucked the three of them left to right. When he pulled out, I took position right to left, then Adam followed suit. We then decided to fuck each one on either side. Me with Annette, Adam with Kelly, mom was in the middle so we took turns fingering her pussy and ass.

Our collective fucking lasted a while, but one we were sated with fucking all three girls one at a time, we decided to double penetrate each one and have them cum at least once before we finally finished them off. First we fucked Annette, me in her pussy, Adam up her ass. Her howls of pleasure were immense and her orgasm equally so. She came twice before we came inside of her. Next we fucked Kelly, who lasted longer with three orgasms, and finally mom who was the craziest of all three, having us stand up and fuck her holes while she was cradled in our arms, and having Annette and Kelly rub up against our backs, smacking and probing our asses while we fucked.

That much stimulation proved really helpful, as Adam and I came at the same time and our orgasms were way more powerful than ever, shooting over a dozen loads each. We were so spent afterwards we all collapsed on the bed and stayed there for what seemed like an hour before we felt any strength to get up. I checked my alarm clock for the time and realized we were fucking for three hours straight. Feeling proud of myself, I picked up my phone and called the local pizza restaurant and ordered three large all-dressed pizzas for delivery. While we waited, the girls got into a pussy sucking circle while Adam and I masturbated each other. I was about to cum when the doorbell rang. Kelly and I walked downstairs completely nude and opened the door.

The pizza guy was at least 25 years old, blonde, and his skin was ethnically Spanish. He was around 5’8″, and fairly muscular. He wore a basic delivery uniform, t-shirt with the pizza logo, jeans and running shoes. At the sight of our naked bodies, he gaped at us and we could see a definite erection in his pants. Kelly grinned as she took the pizzas from his outstretched hands.

“Nice package!” she said, nodding to the bulge.

The pizza guy gasped and looked down, “Oh, uh, sorry! I just…” he stammered.

I smiled, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, man!” I said, “I’ve got one too, see?”

The delivery guy did look. He stared at me for a long moment, longer than any straight person should look. He then gulped and said, still staring, “That’s almost as big as mine!”

I blinked and Kelly gasped in amusement, “Almost?” she said, “How big are you?”

The Pizza guy grinned and looked up, “About 8 inches!” he said. Kelly smiled and set the pizzas down.

“Can we see it?” she asked.

The pizza guy looked shocked, “Uh, isn’t that inappropriate? I mean, I’m not even supposed to…” he trailed off as Kelly put a hand on his jeans.

“We’re already naked, so it’s no problem with us!” she said as she undid his belt and opened his fly. She fished out his dick and he was right, he was an inch longer than me, and fully erect too!

We looked at each other and grinned, “Care to join us?” I asked him.

He gave me a look that was two parts shock and one part interested. With Kelly gripping his cock, he wordlessly stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him, silently locking his car door with the keys while he was at it. He then lifted his shirt to reveal a chiseled chest and a dragon tattoo on his left shoulder. Kelly, meanwhile, had pulled his pants down. He moved his feet and stumbled to get his shoes off and through the pants holes. There we stood, stark naked with three pizzas in hand. Kelly, her hand still wrapped around the guy’s 8 inches, led him up the stairs, with me closely behind them carrying the pizzas.

As soon as we got to the top floor and turned to the master bedroom, she called out, “Hey guys, pizza’s here and we brought a new toy with us!” The second we entered, the pizza guy was greeted with the sight of Adam on the bed, his dick and balls being sucked by two mouths. He grinned at the three of us and motioned for the pizza guy to step forward. He also slapped his hand on one of the asses and my mom sat up, looked at the new cock, and started crawling towards him. Once she was in range, she reached out and took his 8 inches into her mouth, Kelly letting go and moving to his mouth, kissing him while I rubbed my hand over his ass. He jumped at my touch, but otherwise ignored me.

While Kelly and mom focused on him, I went back to the bed and plunged my cock back into Annette’s pussy başakşehir escort while she sucked Adam’s cock. From over my shoulder, I could hear the pizza guy’s moans as Kelly’s tongue explored his mouth and mom’s tongue danced over his veiny cock. After reaching around and pulling Annette off of Adam, I repositioned us around so we were watching our new friend being blown. He lasted a lot quicker than I first did cumming inside mom’s mouth within minutes.

He had regained some of his composure, however, and as soon as mom left his cock, he disengaged from Kelly and spun my mom around and plunged his still erect cock into her pussy, forcing himself all the way in and thrusting like a lustful rabbit on Viagra. We all watched as mom howled for him to fuck her harder, to make her scream, and to cum deep inside her. He was only happy to oblige, cumming fast and hard within minutes. That fast fuck gave me the strength to speed up inside of Annette and cum into her just as fast. Once she was sated, she and mom crawled towards each other and went into a 69 position, sucking the cum out of their pussies.

The pizza guy gave me a strange look, one dazed with lust as he stumbled towards me and presented his drenched cock. Taking the hint, I popped it into my mouth and sucked him dry. He then smiled and held out his hand, “Pizza’s on me tonight!” he said as we shook, “I’m jack, by the way!”

I smiled up at him, “Nice to meet you Jack, I’m Chris.” I said, sitting back on the bed, “That’s Kelly, my wife. And this is Adam, my father in law, and over there is my mother Alison, and her old flame, Annette.”

He smiled and sat down next to me, “You guys are one messed up group of fuckers.” He said, “Hey, do you go to the local College? I heard a new co-ed frat opened the other day and were looking for recruits!”

I laughed out loud, “Yeah that was me” I said, “You want to join? I mean, you have already passed the first test!”

Jack looked at me, confused, “I did? How?” he asked.

I smiled and pointed to his cock, “You had bisexual sex! You offered me your cock and didn’t object when I fondled you! Our core goal in the frat is to have as much bisexual sex as possible and use hidden cameras to record all of it for the Seductive Swingers United Porn Corporation.”

Jack looked at me for a long time, then leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips, putting his arms around me and grabbing my cock in the process. I returned his kiss and grabbed his cock too. We held on for a while, then disengaged for a pause, our hands still on each other’s cocks, “So is that a yes?” I asked. He smiled and nodded.

We continued for another hour, and by the time we had finished, Jack had fucked each one of us and been fucked twice in the ass by both me and Adam. He left with a huge smile and an erect cock, his clothes over his shoulder. We ate our cold pizza and by the time we were finished, Annette was too tired to continue fucking so she gathered her clothes and left too. Kelly, mom, Adam and I retired to the bedroom where the smell of sex was ripe and we fell asleep nude in each other’s arms contentedly.

The next morning, I had fliers sent to bulletin boards around the school before classes. They were meant to be both an advertisement for our Fraternity and a sign-up sheet for those willing to join. The fliers read:

‘Do you like threesomes, foursomes, orgies, gangbangs, fetish porn, bondage porn, sex dungeons, strap-on dildos, sex toys, and other forms of sexual pleasure fit for a porn star? If that’s a yes, come join our new Co-ed fraternity. Recruitment starts at the end of this school year and goes on until the start of the new school semester next year. Hazings and initiations will go on throughout the summer and both men and women will be selected. Get ready to party hard and fuck harder, because he Alpha Rho Opyo Fraternity will make you enjoy every pleasure of the human body! Sign up below, and be sure to check out the initiative quiz in the link below that! See you soon!’

Over the next few weeks, we got fliers back with names filled out in every box available, and every website strip was gone. Clearly everyone who had signed also took the quiz and was likely still interested. We soon found out by the end of exams.

Around the first week after the end of classes, in early May, a series of emails flooded my server as over 200 people had signed up on the fliers, asking questions about the quiz they were supposed to take. To all of them, I answered the same five questions they had asked, “Yes, you have to take the quiz to join the fraternity.” “Yes, the quizzes do ask about your sexual preferences!” “No, you can’t join without taking the test.” “Yes, I’ll know if you do skip the quiz” and “No, you are not allowed to have sex in the fraternity without the partner’s permission, we don’t promote rape!”

As soon as the two hundred emails were replied to, nearly 30 people who signed up backed out, saying küçükçekmece escort they didn’t want to join a fag group. They were not missed. Everyone else who joined stayed on, and consisted of both men and women of all ethnicities and sexual orientations. We got a total of 170 people remaining who were interested, but the builders I spoke to a week before term ended told me that our house wouldn’t be able to support any more than 50 people without making extensions.

I decided then and there that we’d make extensions to the pool house and turn it into a guest house, which would house the majority of recruits. The contractors estimated that the new editions would be only valid for a total of 75 to 100 people, so we had our goal. While the contractors worked over the summer on the pool house, we’d set up initiations and cullings for students to join. We’d go from 175 to around 85-100 people in total, and we’d make sure half if not most were bisexual. The quizzes included in their registration specified which preference they were, whether it was straight, gay, bisexual, or transgender.

Like I told Jack the other day, those who wanted to join had the pass a first test, have sex with both genders and show proof. Ove the next few days of May, I got more emails from finalists with videos, each one more arousing than the last. Some were MMFs (two guys and a girl), MFFs (one guy and two girls), coupled foursomes, and a few were bisexual orgies, gay and straight gangbangs, and circle jerks. I made digital copies of these and sent back replies to them with congratulations that they’d passed, and sent the copies to SSU for review.

Some of the videos I highlighted for personal arousal included a threesome with two girls and a guy. The video started with a petite blonde introducing herself as Chloe and her friends as Jimmy (the guy, brown hair, tan skin, and a 6 inch cock) and Amy (the other girl, a redhead with b-cup tits and a shaven pussy). The two girls then started licking Jimmy’s cock at the base, then kissing each other passionately when they reached the tip. This went on for about five minutes when Jimmy stood up and had the girls scissor while he massaged his dick between their tits until he came in front of the camera.

The second video was of a guy who I assumed was 19, but in fact was a few years older than me at 24. He said his name was Nico and his video contained two MILFS with giant tits and shapely asses. He said in the video that they were his step-mom and her best friend. Nico was around 5’5″ tall, and while he was thin, he had a large 7 inch dick and quite a bit of muscle on his body. Throughout the video, the two MILFS played with Nico like he was a sex toy with a brain, they picked him up, sat him on their pussies, and scissored with him in between. When he came, he released a torrent of cum.

The last video I watched before cumming myself was, according to the person taking it, was an erotic roleplay scenario she loved with her boyfriend and their best friends. The girl was named Isabel and she had auburn hair and c-cup tits. Her boyfriend was Asian and had a massive 8 inch dick and a chiseled body. His name was Yin. Their friends were a blonde girl named Rose and a Tall white guy named Joey with a bit of a curl in his brown hair and a bit of hair on his chest. The video was your average swinger party with a bisexual twist where Yin and Joey kissed each other while fucking their girls doggy style, then spoon fucking each other while their girls 69ed

Among the other submitted videos were those sent in by my friends who’ve already participated in bisexual orgies the previous year, Anthony, Jeff, Mark, and their girlfriends Zoe, Linda and Amber. There were also a set of videos from Nick and Ox, and one or two videos from a petite black girl and her BBC brothers from across the state, who I met at the Generational Orgy last year. I highlighted those and sent them to SSU as well! Within a week, SSU submitted approvals on every video and I sent approval replies to the ones submitted. I also sent a few rejection letters.

The rejected videos contained nothing but straight sex that, while entertaining, only fit half the criteria our fraternity was looking for. They only had guys fucking girls, guys fucking guys, or girls having lesbian orgies. None of the rejected videos had bisexual encounters in any way, which I enjoyed a lot more than when I started having straight sex. I told the rejected that exactly in my letters, thanking them for their submissions and explained that while their videos were sexy, they didn’t match our goal. A few people sent back replies giving me the finger emoji, others told me to go fuck myself, and a few suggested I get impaled by a giant cock or called my a cuckold for my lack of vision.

As a result, I immediately blocked them from my contacts list, and gave SSU a list of names so that they’d block any and all access to videos to those people who got pissed off over their rejection. It may sound petty, but SSU and I agreed that people who didn’t fit our criteria shouldn’t benefit from the stuff they were missing out on!

In any event, we had a total of 115 people approved for final trials. Soon, they got to experience the full range of bisexuality, gay orgies, gangbangs and anything else Seductive Swingers United had to offer, all contained in one College Fraternity.

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My parents always had dreams of me being a doctor or a lawyer. I really didn’t have the grades for any of those career options. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go to college. I really didn’t know what the hell I wanted to do. I wanted to take my time and find something that interested me. I always liked to entertain people. I thought maybe I could be an entertainer. Except the kind of entertaining I wanted to do was with my body.

I’ve always been told that I’m quite beautiful. I can’t be a model because I’m too short. I’m 5’4″ and weigh one hundred pounds. My best attributes are my breasts. I have a 38 D cup size. I have long brown hair and brown, almond-shaped eyes. I have always enjoyed dancing and I’m really good at it.

My family was pressing me to go to college and I really didn’t have the grades. I never really applied myself when I was in high school. Eventually, I told my parents that I didn’t want to attend college. My father was not happy with the news of me not attending college. He told me if I didn’t go to college, I would need to get a job.

I told my parents I wanted to find myself. My father was not impressed and told me to go find myself out of his house. I packed my bags and gathered all the money that I had saved and left my house. A few friends of mine had told me about a reasonable apartment in the city. The apartment was perfect and the landlord rented it to me. I had enough money to tide me over for a little while.

I figured I’d look for a job as a dancer. I was a really good dancer and figured I could find a job in a strip joint. I have a really great body and thought that would be a good job until I could figure out what to do. I walked around aimlessly, most days trying to find work. I found a really cool club that had exotic dancers. I went in and asked if they had any jobs. The bartender told me they had positions open for lap dancers. I met with the owner and gave him a lap dance. He was impressed and gave me a job.

Luckily, they gave me a lot of hours and I worked as a lap dancer. I was really good at my job and eventually made an impression on my customers. I had regulars that wanted lap dances frequently. I made a lot of money doing that. I guess I did it for about six months.

Eventually, one night at the end of the night when all the customers had left, I got up on the stage and did a dance. The owner was impressed and asked me to give dancing a try. I agreed and that’s how I became an exotic dancer. The money was better than being a lap dancer. Once I started to dance, people came from all over the place to see me. I became pretty popular at the club. The owner eventually made me his headline dancer.

It was exciting seeing my name in lights. I was the headline dancer for about a year. The owner introduced me to one of his clients. I got talking to her and she told me about another opportunity she thought I would be better suited for. She was a madam and told me about the perks of being an escort in her brothel. The money was much better than I made at the club. I accepted her offer and moved into her brothel. I still kept my apartment because it was cheap.

I lived with her and the other escorts at the brothel. All the girls made seventy percentof the profit and the madam kept the avcılar escort other thirty percent. Diane was the madam. She took care of all the business. She found all of our clients and made sure the customers were disease free.

My name is Brenda Ross and I’m going to tell you about a job that I recently did. I’ll go over all the details.

**

“Brenda, you’ve been chosen to work at a bachelor party tonight. You’ll need to go to the catering hall about an hour early. Ask for Mr. Davis and he will help you get ready for the party. This particular job pays four thousand dollars.”

“Okay. That sounds exciting. I can’t wait to go. I’m excited about the fee, I just wonder what I’ll be doing.”

“Most of the evening, you’ll be on display.”

“Display? What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“Okay.”

“Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

I went back to my room and took a nap for a while. I couldn’t imagine what she meant about being on ‘display.’ When I woke up I took a long bath and got myself ready. I wore a black dress, stockings, and pumps.

I did my make-up and fixed my hair. I wondered what I’d be expected to do. The fee was large, so I was expecting a gang-bang. Gang-bangs brought in the most money. Four-thousand dollars was definitely a pretty large fee.

I walked outside where Louis was waiting with the limo. I got into the car and relaxed. I had some wine on the ride over there. My mind was filled with interesting thoughts about the evening.

The limo stopped and Louis came and helped me out. I walked into the establishment.

“Hello. I’m here to see Mr. Davis.”

“Sure. Follow me.”

I was brought into a room that was off of the kitchen.

“Miss Ross, I’ve been expecting you.”

“Hello. Nice to meet you. I’m Brenda.”

“Tonight you’re going to be a model. My staff will be arranging sushi all over your body.”

“Like a human sushi dish?”

“Yes! Just like that.”

“That’s one for the books. Wonderful. Do you have a robe I could change into?”

Mr. Davis went into a closet and pulled out a robe and handed it to me.

“You can change in the restroom and put this on. Here’s a bag you can keep your clothes in. I’ll take them and give them to you at the end of the party.”

“Thanks.”

I took the robe and went into the restroom and removed my clothes. I put everything into the bag. I put the robe on and walked out of the restroom. Mr. Davis was waiting for me and I handed him my bag.

“Follow me, Miss.”

Mr. Davis took me to another room. I removed the robe and got comfortable on the table. A group of men came in and arranged the sushi all over my body. They carefully put the sushi rolls up and down my body. They put spicy mayo around my left breast and wasabi sauce on my right breast. They put a dollop of the mayo on my bald pussy.

I had sushi on my arms, legs, and stomach. There were all types and styles (Ikura Gukan, Sake Nigiri, Kappa Maki, Maguro Nigiri, Uni, Toro, Hamachi, Ebi Nigiri, Amaebi, Tamagoyaki, California Rolls, Futomaki, and Tekkamaki.)

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

Once they had arranged the sushi, halkalı escort Mr. Davis came back and took several pictures of me. I could hear the people starting to gather for the event. I knew it was a bachelor party and was pretty sure after they ate the sushi, I would be entertaining them with my body.

**

“I want to welcome you all here to John’s bachelor party. We have an open bar with premium alcohol. We’ll be wheeling out the appetizers for you to enjoy. Have a great time, everyone.”

“You guys are great,” John said.

“We have a big surprise for you. Close your eyes and we’ll bring it out.”

Mr. Davis and his staff carried me on the table and put me in the center of the room.

“Holy fuck! She’s absolutely beautiful. What a clever idea.”

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Brenda.”

“A human sushi platter. That’s really incredible,” John excitedly said.

John and his friends all came towards the table. A few of them took pictures of me with their cell phones. The men began to eat the sushi. They would pick the sushi up with the chopsticks and swirl my breasts with the sauces. It was very exciting and felt really amazing. They would take the sushi and rub it all over my pussy and then eat it. A few guys came over to my pussy and just licked it. The groom-to-be took a California roll and pushed it into my pussy and ate it out with his tongue.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy. Your pussy tastes amazing.”

A few of them put their fingers into my pussy and finger fucked me. Once my pussy was juicy, they would dip the rolls into my cunt. This went on for a while. I was kissed, fondled, finger fucked, and orally eaten. Each man enjoyed me in some kind of capacity.

When all the sushi was eaten, I was naked on the table. The men took their clothes off and circled around the table. The groom-to-be approached me first. He licked my pussy up and down like an ice cream cone. He sucked on my clit and pushed one finger into my warm box. He proceeded to push several fingers into my cunt and fingered me hard.

“Fist her!” they shouted.

The groom-to-be pushed his fist deeper into my pussy. I was squirming all over the table which was making me excited. He pushed it in and then pulled it out. He did this several times. Eventually, I began to squirt.

“Fuck! She squirts. That’s fucked up!”

The men were enjoying that I could squirt. They were all pulling on their cocks while they watched me have squirting orgasms.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking hot.”

While my pussy was being adored orally, another man put his cock into my mouth. I sucked and slurped on his large cock. He was moving his hips and fucking my mouth fast. I kept pace with him while I was making all kinds of sucking and slurping noises. The guy got very excited and blasted his cum down my throat. I swallowed it all down.

“I’ve got to fuck her,” John announced.

The groom-to-be moved me down on the table. He slid his cock into my pussy. His cock was on the bigger side. Once he was inside of me, he fucked me hard and fast. My legs were at his side while he pushed in and out of my bald cunt. A couple of the other guys stood on either side of me. I stroked their beylikdüzü escort cocks up and down and all around. They were moaning and groaning.

Another man approached the table. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock. His cock was on the smaller side and I was able to deep throat him. He was moaning while I gave him head. He got very excited and dumped his load of cum down my throat. I swallowed it all down. Everybody got a turn.

The groom-to-be didn’t want to share me. His cock was about eight inches long and felt amazing in my cunt. He was thrusting in and out of my pussy. The guy was never coming. My pussy was soaking wet while he fucked me.

“If you pull out now, I will squirt!”

The groom-to-be pulled out of my pussy. I screamed and had another squirting orgasm. All the men rushed over to my pussy and took turns drinking down my juices.

“She’s so fucking hot! I wish my girlfriend did that.”

“She’s a professional. Professional women are always wild. She’s so sexy.”

“We should all fuck her. Get her on her hands and knees. One of us can fuck her ass!”

“Okay!”

One of the guys got positioned on the table. I eased my pussy down on his cock. I rocked and moved my cunt all over his dick. He sat up and played with my full and firm tits. I was rolling my hips while I fucked him. The groom-to-be came behind me and spread my buttocks. He licked my puckered asshole. He put his finger inside of my asshole and fingered me.

I was moaning while I was fucking the guy. The groom-to-be pushed his cock slowly into my asshole. My asshole was tight, and began stretching while he eased himself inside. Once he was in, he fed the rest of his cock in slowly. I was grunting while he got inside of me. He was pulling my hips while he pushed the head in and out of my asshole. He was slapping my buttocks while he fucked me hard.

The guy I was fucking blasted my cunt with his cream. My pussy was filled with his cum. The groom-to-be pulled out and I got off of the one guy. They all switched and I got on top of the next guy. I eased down on his cock and another guy entered my asshole. I was moving and rocking on the one cock, while the other guy entered my asshole and fucked me hard. This went on for a while. They all took turns. All of them came in my pussy.

After they were done having me as a group, each of them took turns fucking me regularly by themselves. Sometimes I would be on my back. Other times, I’d ride them cowgirl. A few of the men only wanted anal sex. I sucked all their cocks many times during the night.

I was a real cum slut that evening. I swallowed loads of cum. I was definitely earning my fee. Once it was over, the best man handed me an envelope.

“Thank you, Miss! Our groom-to-be had an amazing time. Your fee is in the envelope with an additional tip. Thank you for your services.”

I looked into the envelope and checked that the fee was inside. There was a lot of extra money too. That must have been the tip he had mentioned.

“Thank you. I hope you all had a great time. Have a good night!”

Mr. Davis came into the room and handed me the robe. I put it on and got myself cleaned up in the restroom. I walked out, and Louis was waiting for me in the limo. I got inside and had some more wine and counted my tip. I was given two thousand dollars extra. I smiled and was quite happy with myself.

I put the money into my purse and had several glasses of wine. Eventually, I was dropped off at the brothel. Next time, I’ll tell you about another story that happened to me. Always, another John and another story.

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It has been a while since we last posted a story. A lot has happened in that time. For the sake of continuity, we will start where we left off. This continues our first weekend with our new bull, Danny. We thought we would experiment with a different style of writing. It is sort of a dialog/point-counter point. Let us know if you like it.

Kate: If the evening had ended in our garage with me being bound and fucked by Danny and then brought to orgasm again by Will’s tongue, it would have been amazing. However, it continued.

As I walked into the house in a daze, cum dripping down my legs, I saw Danny pull a gym bag out of his car. I wondered what was in it. I was a little nervous. Will got off of his knees, his face slick with the combination of Danny’s ejaculate, my juices and urine.

As we made our way into the house, via the mudroom, Danny stopped us.

He said to Will, “Take off your clothes.”

Will hesitated and then did as he was told. He stripped down to his underwear.

“All of it”

I could tell Will was not sure what to do. We had played the dom/sub with bulls before but, somehow, this seemed different.

Will: Yeah, this was different. I was embarrassed to be naked in front of them. It is a position of weakness. Humiliating to be standing totally bare in front of my clothed wife and her lover. In any case, I finished stripping. Despite the shame I felt, I was very turned on.

Once I was naked, Danny said, “Kate, show me to your bedroom. Will, make us drinks.”

He asked what Kate would like to drink. She said “whatever” was fine.

Danny wouldn’t have it. “No, tell your cuckold what you would like to drink. I’ll have a scotch.”

She said she would have that as well. As they made their way to the bedroom, I made the drinks. My head was spinning. Here I was, naked in our kitchen, making drinks on the orders of a younger man who had already fucked my wife in front of me. I had no idea what was in store.

Kate: I showed atakent escort Danny the way to our bedroom. We have a large master bedroom with a sitting area containing a small couch and an easy chair. Danny sat in the chair and told me to strip. I didn’t have much on at this point, just my dress and bra. I stood in front of him, fully naked for the first time. He told me to come closer. I felt like a piece of meat as he examined my body. He ran his hands up and down, squeezed my ass, caressed my breasts. He was feeling my breasts when he suddenly squeezed my nipple, hard. I yelped and pulled back.

“Don’t worry.” He said, “You will get used to the pain.”

He had me turn around and bend over, displaying my cunt and asshole. He ran his fingers around my clit and gently inserted two fingers into my pussy. It felt wonderful. He really knew what he was doing. I was on the verge of cumming when he stopped. He pulled out and, with his fingers lubed by my pussy juices, his cum, etc., began to probe my asshole. First one finger, then two, then a third. I grunted as I tried to take them all.

He said, “Mmmm…nice and tight”

I knew he meant to take my ass. I was scared but somehow excited by the prospect. I had never had anyone as big as him take me anally. All of our bulls have been well hung but I always resisted doing anal with them.

At this point, he told me I was a mess and should go get cleaned up and put something sexy on. I went and took a shower. With the hot water streaming over my body from the multiple shower heads I was very relaxed yet I apprehensive and excited about what might come next.

Will: I finished pouring our drinks and made my way upstairs. It was demeaning to walk into our bedroom, naked, carrying a try of cocktails for my wife and our new bull. Danny had me put them down and get on my knees. That is how Kate found me as she walked out of the dressing room wearing a pair of very high heels, thigh high, sheer stockings a thong and a lacy bra that barely beykent escort contained her 34D breasts. She looked amazing.

Danny took a box out of they gym bag he had brought in from the car.

He handed it to Kate saying, “Put this on Will.”

She opened the box and pulled out a cock cage. It was stainless steel cage with an opening for pissing. There was a plastic cock ring for encircling the base of the cock and balls. I was feeling more and more shame. My wife was about to cage my cock on the orders of her new lover.

She clipped the cock ring portion around my cock and balls. She tried to get my cock into the cage. It was difficult. First off, I am a fair amount bigger than average, 7.5″ and very thick with huge balls. Second, I was on my knees with my incredibly hot wife handling my cock and balls. Of course I became erect.

Danny laughed saying, “I guess you’ll have to take care of that first.”

Kate started to stroke me but he put a stop to it saying, “No, don’t touch him unless you have my permission. Come here and sit next to me. Let him masturbate.”

Kate arose and went to the couch. Danny joined her there. I was told to crawl over and kneel in front of them. Danny pulled her close, kissed her deeply and began to fondle her breasts. He told me to start stroking. I did as I was told. I was so turned on. On my knees with my wife watching me masturbate. I was quickly ready to cum. Danny told me to cum on Kate’s feet. With a grunt I spewed my load onto her well-manicured feet. Now, when I was younger, I used to cum in huge loads. Not as big now but still better than average but no where near as much as the young guys we play with. It was a pretty big load. Danny ordered me to clean her feet. I started to go get a towel.

He said, “No, eat your cum. Get it all.”

I did as ordered.

Kate: I walked out of the bathroom to find my husband, naked and on his knees. Will has been in submissive positions before but this was, somehow, different. büyükçekmece escort Danny was so commanding. I felt like I had no control. I felt bad seeing my husband like this. However, as I sat next to Danny, felt his lips against mine, his tongues exploring my mouth, entwining with mine I was lost in the moment. I wanted him in any way he wanted to take me. I knew I would do anything he ordered me to. I looked into Will’s eyes as he masturbated for me and my bull. He looked pathetic. I practically came when he started to clean the load from my feet.

With him now soft, I could get his cock in the cage. I snapped the lock shut and gave Danny the key. I could barely look at Will, I felt so bad for him.

Next Danny pulled out of his bag of tricks a set of soft shackles and a length of chain. He proceeded to put the shackles on to Will’s wrists and ankles. Will offered no resistance. He then put Wills hands behind his back and cuffed his hands together and then his feet. He used the length of chain to connect Will’s feet and hands. He was now hog tied and helpless. I felt bad for him yet it made me hot to see my otherwise alpha male husband, shackled and cock-caged, on his knees before my bull. It also made me a little nervous. Danny could now do anything to me that he wanted to.

Will: The shame and humiliation of the scene coupled with my recent orgasm made me docile as I was shackled and chained. I could barely look Kate in the eye as I knelt before them, totally helpless.

Danny grabbed something out of the bag. It was a pair of nipple clamps. I saw Kate cringe a little. Danny saw it as well.

“My subs do not have safe words.” He said “They do not have limits. That doesn’t mean you can’t say no. However, if either of you refuses to do as told, we will stop. I will pack up and leave you and wish you well. We will not play again though. So, be careful where you draw your limits. That said, I will bring you along slowly so that you can reach new realms where you might never have thought you could play. If you are not prepared for that then I will make love with Kate for the next few hours while you watch and then we will part ways. Do you agree?”

I looked at Kate. She looked at me. She seemed in a daze. She said, “yes.” I couldn’t do anything but agree as well.

Kate: I couldn’t help it. I agreed. I wanted to see what was next.

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This is part 2 of our wild fantasy party night. It picks up right where the first part ended. I would suggest reading part 1 to catch up on the players and activities of the night leading up to part 2.

The host appeared on the stage and instructed us to gather our clothes and reconvene in the bar area for instructions on the rest of the evening. Paige and I reconnected and put on our clothes to move on with the evening. As everyone congregated by the bar having drinks and enjoying discussing the excitement of the night the host appeared with a set of envelopes.

She gathered everyone’s attention and explained the details. Upon arrival all of the men had been given a key to a room. In addition, all of the women had picked a key from a pile that did not include their husband’s key. In the envelopes were the keys that the women randomly picked. This would set up the final activity for the evening.

One by one the women were to come up and open the envelope to reveal a room number. The husband who held that key was to come up and join her. After all couples had been announced the men were to escort their date to the room and spend the night doing whatever they decide. At 8:00 a.m. the next morning everyone was to return to the ballroom for departure. The only catch was that in each room video cameras had been set up to record the action in each room. An app could be downloaded if you wanted to watch the streaming video from each room live but copies would also be provided to the group for future watching.

The excitement filled the room as we all waited to see who we would pair up with for the night. The host called them up one at a time with Amy being the first to come forward and reveal her room. “710” she announced. Tommy pushed through the crowd to join her at the front and they smiled and exchanged a kiss. Ashley and Grant were paired up followed by Autumn and John.

Paige followed next and I could see she was both excited and nervous to find out her partner. She opened the envelope and revealed she would be staying in Room 707. Her eyes scanned the available men until she heard someone exclaim “JACKPOT!”. Everyone laughed as Blaine danced his way up to the front to join her. He picked her up off her feet and kissed her. I knew she had always wanted him so was excited to know that he would be with her tonight. Anticipation grew as Sophie went next and was joined at the front by Chad.

Sara, Stacey and Kelsey were left and I knew that no matter what I was going to have an incredible night. All three women were not only sexy but also were known to be wild in the bedroom. Kelsey walked up next and since Steven hadn’t been called up yet I knew it was between Jay and me to see who would be with her. Flirtatiously she drug out the announcement of the room number as she looked at all of us. “7” she said before pausing, “0” she continued as the anticipation grew. We all looked at our room key for some reason even though we knew the number. I felt like I was at a lottery hoping for a 4 to come out next. “4” she finished and gazed directly into my eyes with what appeared to be a hope that it was me. I looked at Jay and then to Steven before slowly walking up to claim my prize. She clapped and giggled with excitement as I embraced her and planted a kiss. By default Jay and Stacey were then paired up followed by Steven and Sara. The partners were set and everyone was dismissed to enjoy the evening.

Kelsey and I gathered her bags and exited quickly toward the elevators in a rush to get to the room. We were the first to catch an elevator and as the door closed she turned to me and kissed me as she pressed her body against me. I reached behind to grab her ass while we continued to make out for the short ride to the seventh floor. The door opened and we quickly exited with her bag toward our room. I opened the door for her and followed behind setting her bag by the bathroom door. She hopped on the bed and motioned to me to come join her. We spent the next few minutes kissing and touching each other passionately before I suggested that I go take a shower while she got her bags unpacked.

After my shower Kelsey excused herself to the shower to get ready. I found a card with instructions for the app and decided to take the time to get it set up while Kelsey was freshening up. After downloading the app I found that each camera had been numbered to match the room number. To test it out I pressed room 704 and saw myself on the screen. The camera was positioned by the TV so I made note of that for later.

I changed the room number to 703 and watched as Stacey had wasted no time in getting Jay hard again. She was on her knees sucking his cock with his pants at his ankles while he slipped off his shirt. I watched for a minute before changing channels again to check out another room. Most of the rooms didn’t have action yet with people showering or not having made it to the room yet. I flipped back to 703 and watched as Stacey was now naked and riding Jay’s cock with her back to him. I didn’t know if she knew bostancı escort where the camera was but this gave me a straight on look at her tits bouncing as she rode his huge cock. I watched the pure satisfaction on her face as she took his cock inside her and began to scream in pleasure.

“Oh fuck Jay…that cock is so fucking huge…I need it..Fuck me…OHHHH YEEESSS”.

As she came I watched her eyes roll back in pleasure and her body go into spasm. After she dismounted his cock she grabbed his hand to lead him to the shower and out of view.

Before I could change room numbers on the stream I heard the bathroom door open and looked up to see sexy Kelsey walking toward me in a black fishnet gartered bodystocking connected to thigh high stockings and finished off with strappy high heels. She had left the panties in the back exposing her waxed pussy. The bodystocking allowed full view of her delicious breasts and body and as she approached me I could feel my cock growing harder with every step. She playfully spun around in front of me allowing me access to view her backside.

Kelsey then reached to her phone on the nightstand and started playing music. She told me to sit in the chair next to the bed and let her dance for me. I had slipped boxers on after my shower and left them on while I sat down. Kelsey stood in front of me dancing seductively to the music while remaining far enough away that I couldn’t touch her. She turned and bent forward shaking her ass in front of me and allowing a clear view of her beautiful wet pussy. As she stood up she moved backward to sit on my lap and rubbed her pussy hard against my crotch while reaching her hand behind my head and gently kissing my ear. She grabbed my hands and moved them to her breasts while she continued to grind away on my boxer covered cock and teasing me by not letting me inside yet.

Her hands stayed on top on mine guiding me over her breasts before leading my right hand down to her pussy. Again she kept her hand on mine and guided my fingers into her awaiting wet pussy. Plunging her fingers over mine both of our hands were inside her. I kissed her neck while I continued to caress her breast with my left hand and finger her with my right hand. Her soft moans of pleasure were incredibly sexy and left me longing to get inside her. I now had three fingers inside her as I alternated between rubbing her G spot, fucking her with my fingers, and rubbing her clit. Her hands were now both behind my head as we kissed. I could feel her growing closer to her first orgasm and wanted badly to make her cum. Her breathing had quickened and her soft moans had turned louder as my fingers moved faster in and out of her pussy.

“Cum for me Kelsey…I want to see you cum.” I whispered to her as I kissed her ear and neck.

The encouragement seemed to help her approach climax as she writhed her hips in unison with my fingers going in and out. Her hand slipped down to her clit and furiously began making circular motions while I increased the speed of my fingers fucking her.

“OH…OHHHH…OHHHHH…FUCK YES…I’M THERE…OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH”

She let out as her orgasm overtook her body. I slipped my tongue in her mouth and kissed her while she continued to climax and tighten her pussy on my fingers.

“Oh my god…that was intense…thank you”. She said as her muscles relaxed from her orgasm and she stood up.

I stood with her and kissed her for a few minutes before suggesting we grab and drink and watch the live stream for a few to let us both cool down a little. Kelsey took control of the app and turned to the room that Steven was in with Sara. Nobody looked to be in the room and the shower didn’t sound like it was on. We switched off of their room to Autumn and John’s room. Much to our surprise we saw 4 bodies in the room on the bed together.

It appeared that Steven and Sara had joined Autumn and John for some swapping fun. The men were on the bed watching as Autumn was positioned between Sara’s legs with her tongue jutting in and out of her pussy. The sounds were amazing as Sara’s excitement was evident by not only the loud moans coming from her mouth but also from the slurping sounds coming from Autumn eating her dripping wet pussy.

Steven moved over to position his cock next to Sara’s mouth and she wasted no time in devouring his cock. He thrust back and forth fucking her mouth while she continued to get eaten out by Autumn. Not willing to stay on the sidelines John raised Autumn’s hips up on the bed and moved in behind to fuck her. Obvioiusly turned on he started fucking her with long hard thrusts followed by fast thrusts bringing Autumn quickly to orgasm. She buried her face in Sara’s pussy as she let out a glorious moan of pleasure.

“Oh yes Autumn…that feels so good…lick that pussy for me…make me cum”.

Sara begged as she released Steven’s cock to focus on Autumn eating her. Steven dropped down and began licking Sara’s nipples helping bring her beykoz escort closer to orgasm. Sara grabbed Autumn’s head and pressed it tightly to her as her body convulsed in screaming orgasm. Simultaneously John couldn’t handle the excitement anymore and with a final few thrusts he unloaded his cum inside Autumn. John excused himself to go clean up leaving Steven alone with these two sexual dynamos.

“I need you to fuck the shit out of me Steven!” Sara announced as Autumn moved up to kiss her.

The two women kissed passionately while Steven pulled Sara to the side of the bed so that he could fuck her. The side view allowed Kelsey and I to watch as her husband slid his cock into Sara causing her to moan with pleasure.

“Oh yes Steven…I need that dick…show me how you fuck Kelsey.”

Steven started with long slow strokes and would alternate faster and harder to tease her and leave her wanting more. Autumn crawled toward him as he continued to fuck Sara and kissed him aggressively pressing her huge tits against his body.

“Can I fuck him Sara?…Please let me feel that dick too.” Autumn begged.

Kelsey watched as Autumn laid next to Sara so that Steven could alternate between these two women. Steven pulled out of Sara and put Autumn’s legs on his shoulders plunging his rock hard cock all the way inside her.

“OH YEAH STEVEN…That’s what I want…Fuck that pussy” Autumn told him.

He fucked her hard and fast making her tits move violently with each thrust. I was amazed at his staying power as he was able to switch back and forth between the two women and fuck them hard without cumming. The women told him to lay on the bed so that they could ride him.

“Don’t cum until you make us both cum…promise?” Autumn insisted.

She let Sara get on top first and ride him. Sara’s thin athletic frame looked stunning as she mounted his cock and started riding him. She was obviously wanting to cum quickly as the intensity of her motions was unbelievable. Autumn licked her nipples and fingered her clit while she grinded on his cock.

“Oh yes…I’m going to cum…Yes…OOOOOOHHHHH FUUUCKKK. …YES STEVEN…YEEESSS!” She screamed loudly as she came.

Steven was able to hold out somehow and Sara hopped off to allow Autumn the opportunity to mount his cock. Autumn mounted his cock and seeing the contrast between the two women was amazing. Autumn’s big tits bounced as she rode him allowing him to grab them while she fucked him. Sara kissed her lips and rubbed her hand down her back to her butt. She squeezed her ass and helped push her up and down on Steven’s cock.

Autumn whispered something in her ear that we couldn’t hear. Immediately after Sara slid her hand between Autumn’s cheeks and gently played with her asshole. Autumn let out a loud moan and said

“That’s it…finger my ass while he fucks me.”

Sara slowly inserted one finger in her ass and began slowly moving it in and out in unison with each thrust of Steven’s cock.

“OH FUUCCK…Give me that cock…Fuck me Steven…Make me cum”

Autumn screamed as she fucked him harder and faster causing Sara to speed up with her. Sara slipped a second finger in her ass and kissed her while increasing the pleasure of having a cock in her pussy and two fingers in her ass. Sara could feel Steven’s cock with her fingers on each thrust and loved how wild Autumn was riding his cock.

“This is so hot I can’t hold out anymore…I’m going to cum” Steven announced.

“Yes baby…fill me up…cum inside me Steven.”

Autumn began to grind her pussy on his cock while Sara held her fingers inside her. Steven grunted and his eyes rolled back as he came inside Autumn while she intensely continued to grind on his cumming cock.

“FUUUUUCKK MMEEE…OOOHHHHHHH…YEEEEESSS” Autumn screamed at the top of her lungs for the whole hotel to hear.

Watching her husband with two women turned Kelsey on more than she could ever have imagined. She leaned toward me and apologized in advance for what she was about to do to me.

“I need to cum so bad. Can I sit on your face?”

She asked as she had already started to climb toward me. I couldn’t even answer before she had lowered herself down onto my face with her obviously excited pussy. I wasted no time in plunging my tongue inside her vigorously eating her. She responded by gripping the headboard of the bed and grinding her pussy onto my tongue.

“FUUCK…OHHH YYESS…OHHHHHHH!” She moaned as a massive orgasm overtook her body.

Her body tensed and she squeezed the headboard as she continued to grind through her orgasm. Without hesitation she slid down my body and mounted my awaiting cock. She rode me wildly as I watched her perky tits bounce in my face. The lust in her eyes was amazing as she stared back at me increasing the pace with which she was fucking me.

“I wanted you all night long! Watching you earlier with Sara and Autumn made me so wet.”

I didn’t kurtköy escort think she could fuck me any harder but to my surprise as I grabbed her tits squeezing her nipples she went into another gear as her moans became screams.

“I’m going to cum again…Fuck me James…Make that pussy cum for you!”.

I pressed her hips down tight on my cock making her feel how hard she was making me. Her hips ground back and forth while she moved her fingers to her clit bringing her to immediate climax.

“That’s it…Oh yes…FFUUCK MMEE…I’M CCUUUMMMING!!”

She collapsed beside me after a second mind blowing orgasm. I told her how hot she was and how I was disappointed earlier when we didn’t get to play together. I had secretly hoped we would spend the night together and didn’t want it to end! She leaned over and put a passionate kiss on my lips slipping her tongue in my mouth. We kissed for a few minutes while she cooled down before she moved her head down toward my cock.

She teased me with her tongue kissing the tip while using her hand to stroke the shaft. Just when I thought I couldn’t take the teasing any longer she slid her mouth down the shaft wrapping her tongue around my cock in swirling motions in the most amazing blowjob. She took the whole length in her mouth and before wildly fucking me with her mouth. Watching her head bob as she sucked made me have to concentrate on not exploding.

I reached over to her pussy that had inched closer to me while she blew me. I slipped two fingers inside her and fucked her hard with them causing her to suck harder on my cock. I had to get inside her so I pulled my cock from her mouth and bent her over so that I could pound her hard from behind. Her ass looked gorgeous as I approached her from behind.

“Show me what you want baby! My pussy is all yours tonight!”

She encouraged me as the head of my engorged cock entered her pussy. Her hips slammed back against me taking the whole length of my cock inside. I reached around and grabbed her tits while I fucked her hard from behind making her moan loudly. As my climax built I slowed to prolong it as long as I could. Kelsey would have none of it and screamed

“Cum with me. I’m so close. Fuck me hard and cum inside me. Please James I need you to fuck me hard.”.

Not wanting to disappoint I grabbed her hips and proceeded to fuck her harder than I have ever fucked anyone before. My balls began to swell as I could feel the orgasm building. I didn’t slow down and pushed deep into her filling her with cum. The warmth and power of my cum shooting inside her sent her over the edge with me producing her third and strongest orgasm of the night. She screamed in ecstasy:

“OOOHH JAMES…OOHHHHHH…FFUUCCK!”.

We collapsed exhausted on the bed giving each other a sensual kiss and smile as we lay there.

After showering I returned to the bed to find Kelsey asleep obviously exhausted from an evening of sex. I turned on the app and scrolled through to find quiet in the first few rooms. I clicked on Paige’s room hoping they were still awake but found Paige leaving the room with an ice bucket while Blaine must have been in the shower. I flipped to a couple other rooms but no action so I returned just in time to see Paige enter the room.

To my surprise she held the door open and my eyes almost popped out of my head as I saw Jay enter behind her. She let the door close and opened her robe pulling him against her naked body while kissing him deeply. She grabbed his hand leading him to the bed before pulling his pants to his ankle and devouring his cock. I watched as my wife sucked Jay’s huge cock barely able to fit it in her mouth. Jay gently grabbed her head and helped her work up and down his cock.

Blaine emerged from the bathroom after his shower and stopped in his tracks to find Paige on her knees in front of him sucking Jay’s cock. Paige turned to him while holding Jay’s cock, smiled, and said:

“Look what I found at the ice machine! I brought him back so I could fulfill my fantasy of fucking two men at the same time. I hope you don’t mind.”

Without waiting for an answer she immediately took Jay back in her mouth while putting her hand behind her in an invitation for Blaine to bring his cock to her. As she aggressively sucked Jay she felt Blaine’s hard cock slip into her hand allowing her to stroke him while sucking Jay. She alternated between the two cocks making sure to give each of them equal attention until Blaine decided to take matters into his own hands.

He stood her up careful not to let her mouth come off Jay’s cock. As she sucked Jay’s cock Blaine shoved his big cock deep inside her making her moan with pleasure. She pulled the cock from her mouth to focus on the big cock pounding her from behind. Jay held her in his arms as she took every inch of Blaine inside her.

“Oh yes Blaine…make me cum like you did earlier…make me scream!!”

I heard her say making my cock harder than ever. Blaine held her hips while he rammed his cock over and over into her awaiting pussy as her moans grew louder. She leaned into Jay feeling every inch of Blaine while Jay’s strong arms supported her. She reached the pinnacle of orgasm and clutched Jay’s shoulders as she dug her nails into him while screaming Blaine’s name. As she came down off her climax she talked dirty into Jay’s ear,

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I loved sitting in Father Richard’s big church office. I could feel the sexual tension the moment I stepped through the threshold. I took my usual seat in one of the big wing-back chairs that faced his massive oak desk. He was sitting at his desk reading, his glasses perched practically at the end of his noise, he was intense, studying carefully what was before him.

I sat down and noticed that the tea service was already on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I smiled, I loved my weekly visits to Father Tom. I was relishing the quiet, but sexually tense moments, not really knowing what was in store for me with each visit.

Father Richard had specifically requested that I come to his office today, not to the confessional as I had been doing the past couple of visits…so here I was, waiting for my next adventure. I didn’t have to wait long. There was a light knock on the door and then it opened.

“Right on time,” Father Richard commented to the visitor. “This is Elizabeth, she’s the young lady with the sexual lust problems I was telling you about. Elizabeth, this is Father Chris. Father Chris will be assisting me today with your session.”

Father Chris was a small balding man. He was dressed in his black trousers and shirt, collar. He was quite short but seemed to be physically fit. He appeared to be much younger than Father Richard. He extended his hand to shake my hand upon our introduction. I shook his hand and noticed how smooth and soft his hands were…small hands, almost like a woman’s hand…he had big brown eyes and spoke very softly.

Father Richard closed the book he was reading and laid it upon his desk. He took off his glasses and looked across his desk at me. Then he got up and went to the tea service waiting on the coffee table. He sat down on the sofa and poured us all a cup of tea. Father Chris sat next to Father Richard on the sofa.

“Stand right here, Elizabeth,” Father Richard told me as I was about to sit in the easy chair on the end of the coffee table. I did as I was told. “Undress her,” he instructed Father Chris. I wasn’t sure what to think about this but stood there still while Father Chris stood up and came over to me and started unbuttoning my blouse and then my skirt…his hands were warm and his touch very light and gentle. He laid my clothes on the easy chair as he continued to remove my bra and then slid my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and he laid those on top of my outer clothes. Father Richard watched intensly. I could feel my pussy lips swelling as each article was removed. I could see that Father Chris had a hard on, I could tell by the tent rising out of his trousers…and I began to wonder how big his cock was…when would I get to see just how big he was or if it was little…

“Elizabeth, down on your knees,” Father Richard demanded. I obeyed getting down on my knees in front of Father Chris. “You may proceed.” Father Richard nodded to Father Chris. Father Chris unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his trousers and pulled them down and off after taking off his shoes…he had on black briefs which did not hide his erection. He then removed his black shirt and collar…then ataşehir escort without hesitation he removed his black undershirt and briefs, leaving on only his black socks.

His erection was magnificent! He had to be at least 8 inches in length and quite a wide girth to his cock. I noted that he was a bit smaller than Father Richard in cock size.

His cock-head was already swollen and a dark red, leaking of precum…I must’ve been licking my lips as Father Richard chuckled his observation.

“Looks like Elizabeth is ready to get right to her Cock Worshiping, she’s already licking her lips in anticipation of getting your cockmeat in her mouth.”

I blushed as he spoke knowing that I was obviously a very naughty, nasty girl…my pussy was throbbing with excitement I could hardly wait to get that hard cock in my mouth…Father Chris stepped up to me kneeling on the floor. He offered me his hard manmeat and I looked over at Father Tom before continuing.

“Yes, my child, take the cock in your mouth. Worship that cock, show Father Chris what a good little Cock Worshiper you are,” Father Tom told me. I didn’t have to be told twice. I sat back on my legs and took his hard cock in one hand and placed my lips on the very head…precum was leaking out and I licked at it with my tongue. Father Chris let out a very loud moan as I opened my mouth and slowly began to take him…I have a small mouth and I was afraid that his wide girth might be a problem for me, but I relaxed my mouth and jaws as best I could and began to take him into my mouth…my wicked little tongue working, licking, flicking as the head filled my mouth…

I cupped Father Chris’ balls with my other hand and then began to ever so gently massage them as I held his cock and continued to take more and more of him into my mouth…I felt his hands on my head, his fingers moving through my hair.

“That’s it Elizabeth, take his cock into your mouth. Suck for the nectar that awaits your sexual hunger, your sexual lust needs to be quenched…suck and drink the nectar that will provide you with your sinful satisfaction,” I heard Father Richard telling me in his soft, firm voice…Father Chris began to move his hips, starting to fuck my mouth…I could feel his balls jumping and twitching as I increased my sucking pressure on his hardness…I wanted his spew, I wanted to taste the load of cum that was boiling in his balls…I knew I would drink it all, take it all…

I felt Father Chris’ fingers and then his hands gripping my hair…the movement in his hips increasing, he was fucking my mouth with more vigor, he was holding me in place by my hair…

“Father Chris, you are to announce when you are ready to release your holy spew,” Father Richard told him as he stood next to him. Father Richard then began to remove his clothes until he was standing there only in his black socks. Father Richard was sporting his own incredible erection, his thick black pubs nestling his swollen cum-filled balls…

There was a knock on the door and Father Tom went to answer it. Father Chris continued to fuck my mouth, holding maltepe escort me in place by my hair…not that I was trying to get away from his magnificant cock…I heard voices and then the door closed. There seemed to be more people joining us…

“Father Richard, I’m about to cum,” Father Chris told him. Father Richard then stood behind me and leaned down to me, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me to take Father Chris farther into my mouth and throat…

“Take that cock and now taste that spew,” Father Richard hissed in ear as Father Chris released his cum load…squirting in the back of my throat, filling my mouth, almost choking me as he came and came in my mouth…”That’s it, take that holy load and quench your lusty hunger…drink it all, my dear, taste the load of salvation.” Father Richard pulled my hair to try and take more of Father Chris into my mouth…I thought I was going to choke his cock was so far into my mouth and practically down my throat…I was gasping and doing my best not to loose a drop of this precious nectar…

Then Father Richard pulled me away from Father Chris’ wilting cock and pulled me on my knees to another waiting hard cock…he pulled me up and held my head back…

“You will worship many cocks this afternoon, you will taste the spew of many before you leave today…Now open your mouth and suck this cock,” Father Richard ordered me…pulling my head forward by my hair and there waiting for me to open my mouth was another hard cock…I looked up and it was an older man, naked and fully erect with only his black socks on…I tried to look around to see how many more people had joined us but Father Richard was holding me by the hair to make sure I took to this new cock…I could see at least 2 other men undressing…all had on black socks…how strange…

Father Richard let go of my hair as the man I was now sucking grabbed a hold of my hair to hold me in place…I was curious as to how many cocks I would indeed be worshiping this afternoon…I managed to look out of the corner of my eye just as one of the men knelt down before Father Richard and took Father Richard’s cock in his mouth and began suckling it…

I must’ve stopped my own sucking for a moment when I felt my hair being pulled to remind me to continue my own sucking ministrations on the cock in my mouth…

“You’re not the only cock worshiper here today,” the man whispered to me as he pulled my mouth onto his cock further…This cock wasn’t as thick and long as Father Chris’ cock…and then it dawned on me, the man kneeling and suckling Father Richard’s cock was Father Chris…Father Richard was holding Father Chris’ head in his heads and chanting something as Father Chris sucked and licked Father Richard’s fabulous erection…Father Chris was like a starved man on that cock…

I was so turned on my pussy juices were dripping onto the floor…I reached down and began to finger myself while I sucked and licked on the cock in my mouth…I wanted to watch Father Chris suck Father Richard’s cock but I my head was being held in place by my hair…the man began to fuck pendik escort my mouth, thrusting in and out, faster and faster…I stopped fingering myself and reached up and gently massaged his balls…I could tell from the way they were tensing that he was about to spew his cum load…and he did…he started cumming and yelling as his cock spasmed and squirted his hot load into my mouth…I sucked harder and made sure I didn’t miss a drop…his cock quickly wilted after spewing…

He stepped out of the way and then I felt an hand on my arm and I was being pulled over to where Father Chris was kneeling before Father Richard…I was put right next to Father Chris and a fresh hard cock was placed in front of me…I couldn’t believe how close I was to watching Father Chris sucking Father Richard…Father Richard continued his incantations while I began sucking the cock put to my lips…I couldn’t believe how nasty it was to watch another man sucking Father Richard’s cock…I was so hot, my pussy was just throbbing with excitement…

“Put her over the arm of the easy chair…be careful, her pussy is so hot you’re liable to burn your cock when you stick it in there,” Father Richard said to one of the new arrivals…I was pulled up by my arms and pushed across the arm of the easy chair…another man positioned himself such in the chair that I take his hard cock in my mouth while another man fucked me from behind…the cock behind me slid easily into my pussy…I must’ve started cumming because it didn’t take that guy long to release his load filling my pussy and our juices running down the insides of my legs…the cock in my mouth immediately went off filling my mouth with cum as well…

I don’t know how long all this went on…I was soon lost in sucking and fucking as a hard cock would replace the spent one…it was all happening so fast…the room smelled of our sex, of our cum…it went on for hours…and then one by one they started disappearing…no more hard cocks replaced the wilting ones and I found myself placed in the easy chair, fully and completely spent.

I was in a daze as 2 men remained.

“Take her to the shower and clean her up,” Father Richard told them. They each took an arm and lead me to the dark shower where they lathered me up and cleaned me of the cum-loads that were drying on me…my pussy was full but satisfied…I could still taste the cum loads, licking my lips…they dried me with thick white towel, wrapped me in a nice fluffy robe and then returned me to Father Richard’s office.

Father Richard and Father Chris were both dressed. Father Richard behind his desk, sipping his tea and Father Chris in one of the two wing-backed chairs in front of the desk. The two men that had taken me to the shower left.

“Get dressed Elizabeth then join us for tea. It is about time for you to go,” Father Richard told me. I put on my clothes and then took the chair next to Father Chris.

“Today you learned about worshiping cocks. Did you enjoy your cock worshiping time, Elizabeth?” Father Tom asked.

“Yes, Father, I did,” I replied.

“Good. You did well my dear. You are a VERY good cock worshiper. For now your lust should be manageable. I will see you next week at our usual time,” Father Richard said. He then stood up and saw me to the door. He kissed me on the forehead as he opened the door…then he took my face in his hands and kissed me full on the lips…I could taste the cum on his tongue just as I hoped he could taste it on mine…

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“It’s not fair!” Cindy thought as she stormed into her apartment. She threw her keys and purse on the hall table, pulled off her low heels and headed for the bedroom.

It had been a bad day at work. The company had been having trouble for a while, and was suffering even more from the current financial crisis. The boss seemed to be taking his bad luck out on the employees. Between the rumors of layoffs, pay cuts and outright closing of the company, everyone was walking on eggshells, trying to stay off the boss’s radar. Then there was the rumor of a take-over by another company with expected downsizing. The tales flew fast and furious, and no one really felt safe. Each of the section heads was maneuvering to push their people and trying to sabotage the other sections. All that the mid-level workers like, Cindy, could do was to hide in their cubicles and hope not to become collateral damage in the big boys’ battles.

Then there was Brad. He was one of the top salesmen at the company and one of the boss’s drinking buddies. Married, with two young kids, he had the morals of a drunken rooster. Cindy didn’t know why, but he had decided that she was going to be his next conquest. That afternoon while she was waiting at the copier, he had come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You know sweetheart, a good word to the boss from me would do a lot to make sure that you never have to worry that cute little ass of yours about layoffs. The wife’s taking the kids to visit her mom for the weekend. What you say we pick up some wine and head over to your place for the weekend. It could be real fun.” As he talked she could feel him pressing his cock against her ass, rubbing it against her.

“Take your hands off me!” she said sharply, spinning and attempting to slap him. Brad had fast reactions, honed over years of women rejecting his apish advances; he leaned back and laughed as her hand flew ineffectively past his face.

“It’s OK” he smirked, “I’ve already got a yes from Jennifer, but she just doesn’t have your tits or your fire. It’s OK though, when she gets moved up next week that will leave a place in management, you think it over, and when you’re ready to move up, you come and see me. There’ll always be a position open for you. Several positions really…. starting on your knees.” He turned and walked off, laughing to himself.

In a rage, she had stormed back to her cubical and grabbed the phone to call a complaint into HR. She was just starting to dial when she realized that Jennifer was the head of HR, there wouldn’t be much help from her. Cindy slammed the phone back down, spilling her stale coffee onto the ten copies of the report that she had just finished. Seething, she headed back to the copier, snarling at anyone who dared to even make eye contact with her.

“Rough day Cindy?” Ray was shaking his head watching her slam on the copier controls. Ray was one of the few friends she had in the company. In his fifties and plain, he had a gentle soul. He had been Chief of accounting until he complained about some irregularities that he had found in the books. Suddenly he had been named the assistant in charge of overdue collections. He and Cindy often talked during breaks. She liked his dry sense of humor. She also liked the way that, even after the company had screwed him and most of the other employees had turned on him, he always had time to listen to a problem or give advice to the younger workers.

“Oh Ray. I’m just don’t know if I can take it much longer. It seems like I’m slaving my life away for people who don’t even know that I’m alive. And then there’s Brad.”

“I’d tell you to make a formal complaint to HR, but Brad’s already let half the guys in the building know that he’s doing the evil with Jennifer this weekend. Don’t let that idiot get into your head, or anything else for that matter. His time will come.” He massaged her shoulders, working the stress away.

“Umm, Ray that feels lovely.”

“My wife says its one of the main reasons that she’s kept me around all these years. My advice to you young lady is to go home, have a drink and then go out someplace where you can forget all about work, Just have yourself a ball.”

“Thanks Ray, I may just do that.” She gave him a quick hug and headed back to her desk.

The thirty minute commute, it was less than ten miles to her apartment, had only rekindled the anger and frustration.” What is wrong with men?” she thought as the cars inched along. “For that matter what’s wrong with me?” She was an attractive woman, perhaps she was a bit shy and not very adventurous, but that still didn’t explain why it had been more than five months since she had shared a bed with a man. Still, she had her standards, she wasn’t against a weekend fling, but was looking for it to be more than just as a toy for some caveman who was too lazy to masturbate.

Cindy threw her shoes into the bedroom corner and peeled off her jacket. Her skirt and blouse followed the jacket onto the chair next to her dresser. She stopped there, and clad in a soft beige satin bra and panties set, walked back into the great room that made up the public part of her apartment. She walked behind the counter that separated atakent escort the kitchen part of the room from the rest and grabbing a glass, filled it with ice. Swinging past the small portable bar, she added a few fingers of smooth Irish whiskey and then turned on her IPod, selecting a quiet jazz playlist. Dave Brubeck softly filled the room as she sank into the oversized chair and curled her legs up under her. She slowly ran the glass across her forehead, the coolness drawing out some of the rage. Slowly she sipped her drink in the dark room, lit only by the glow of the aquarium on the far side of the room. The drink, music and womb-like atmosphere seemed to drain out the emotions of the afternoon.

“Screw Brad!” she thought “and “screw Jennifer too.” She laughed, realizing that they were probably taking care of that wish right at that moment.

Cindy refreshed her drink and headed back into the bedroom. She finished undressing and, taking a last sip from her drink, stepped into the shower. The water was hot and pulsing, splashing against her lower legs as she stepped in. She slowly moved toward the shower head letting her body adjust to the heat as the pulsing flow slowly worked its way up her legs. The water reached her hips and she let out a small gasp as the random pattern of pulses hit her sex. She paused for a few seconds and let the hot water pulse against her. It felt like tiny fingers, or better, hundreds of tiny tongues running over her. She stepped forward again letting the tiny tongues continue up to her breasts. She could feel her nipples harden under the spray. For a few minutes she stood there, enjoying the heat and stimulation, then stepped back and grabbed the soap. She filled her hands with gel and ran them over her firm body, basking in the feeling of the silky slipperiness of the soap on her skin. Her hands ran up her flat stomach and cupped her breasts. She moaned softly as she ran them over her now rock hard nipples, pausing to pinch and twist them between her fingers. Then the yearning from lower down her body demanded attention. She let one hand drop to her pussy. Quickly rinsing away the soap, she lightly ran a finger up and down between her nether lips, feeling the wetness that came from her, not the shower. She staggered a bit and her feet involuntarily spread, allowing her hand deeper access to her opening. First one then two fingers entered her opening and began pushing in and out, bumping the soft knot of her G-spot with each stroke. She felt the volcanic pressure begin to build as the tingling started to move down her core from her, now screaming nipples, towards her steaming pussy. Not wanting to stop her self-penetration, she dropped her other hand down and began rubbing her clit. She started slowly, keeping time with the penetrating fingers of her one hand, but the pace quickly doubled and then went off the chart as her orgasm erupted. Letting out a soft scream she lurched forward, her knees nearly buckling as the wave of pleasure swept through her body. She leaned against the shower wall, panting as the hot water swept over her body, enjoying the trilling aftershocks of the main eruption. Finally, able once again to stand, she finished rinsing and stepped out of the shower.

“Damn! I really do need to get laid.” She thought as she toweled off, being careful not to get too close to her still tingling center for fear of starting a rematch.

Cindy sipped the last of her drink as she dried and brushed out her short dark hair. Setting down her glass, she stepped back so she could see her body in the mirror. She was about five foot five in her bare feet. Slowly, she ran her hands down from her shoulders to her breasts. They weren’t huge, but firm and round, with a small dark areola surrounding her pert nipples. Her stomach was flat and smooth reflecting the time she spent at the gym each week. Her legs were a bit longer than most women, accentuating her hips and coming together into the still swollen lips of her vagina topped with a small triangle of black fur matching her hair.

“All in all, not bad for a twenty seven year old.” She told herself. She knew that there were flaws, but she wasn’t one of those women who obsessed on her image. She had an MBA from a good school, but that didn’t seem to mean much in the business world these days. She had found herself stuck, with twenty other hopeful young grads, in a mid-management cubical. She was sure that someday she would get her break, but for now labored unnoticed in the big company. Frustrated, she thought of her dreams at school, she was going to be the next big flash in the business world. The lack of a man in her life also vexed her. She had had a steady boyfriend at college, but competing priorities had driven them apart after graduation. There had been a few other attempts, but somehow they never seemed to last. It had been over five months since her last, disastrous affair and it had soured her. She found herself trudging through each day at work, no longer even interested in the singles game. She looked herself up and down one more time and then glanced at the clock.

“Its seven forty five, Friday night and I’m sitting here drinking alone beykent escort in the dark. Maybe Ray was right. Maybe I do need to just forget work and relax. Girl its time for you to go see about getting your attitude adjusted.”

She made a light meal, reheating some leftovers in the microwave. With her physical hunger sated, she decided it was time to make some other changes. She strode back into the bedroom and started picking out clothes. She was still in the sexy afterglow of her shower and decided to keep the feeling going. Who knows? Maybe tonight would be her lucky day. A small red lace thong was the base for her outfit. It barely covered her pubes, but what the heck, you could see right through it anyway. A matching strapless bra did nothing to hide her lovely nipples, merely pushing her breasts closer together accentuating her cleavage. A soft silk wrap dress, also in red and matching four inch heels with ankle straps finished the look. Cindy swirled in front of the mirror. The dress ended about a third of the way down to her knees, just long enough to be able to sit without exposing herself. The short hem and the heels made her legs look even longer than they were. Pleased with what she saw, Cindy added a gold pendent that nestled between her breasts and matching earrings. A gold chain around her ankle topped things off. The look both excited and surprised her. In the mirror was a sexy looking girl, not the mousey cubicle dweller that she was used to. She nearly chickened out before the thrill of seeing herself looking happily back from the mirror steeled her determination to have some fun.

“Now the only thing is where to go?” she thought. Cindy didn’t really like the club scene. The music was too loud and guys shouting pickup lines left her flat. She knew she could get the part of a man that her body needed there, she just didn’t want to have to wake up with the rest of him the next morning. She had seen an ad for a new jazz bar with live music and decided that it was worth a chance.

Twenty minutes latter she was wondering if she had made a mistake, the parking lot was half empty and the outside looked a bit worn, especially for a new club. “Oh well, I’m here might as well take a look.”

She walked to the half-flight of stairs that led down to the door.

“Good evening miss, welcome to Sam’s” the doorman smiled as he held the door for her. Stepping inside was like going back in time. A combo with piano, sax, bass and drums played while a young girl in a slim white satin dress crooned a very credible Ella Fitzgerald song. A pair of couples danced on the small dance floor, while groups and couples conversed at round, white tablecloth covered tables. A bar ran along the far wall, its high backed stools filled with a few single men and one other woman. Cindy decided that the only reason that she didn’t think that she had fallen back into the forties was the lack of smoke mandated by the new anti-smoking laws.

“Welcome to Sam’s. What can I get for you ma’am?” the bartender asked as Cindy eased onto the chair at the end of the bar.

“I’d like a Tullimore Dew on the rocks please.” she smiled. The bartender was cute, with sparkling eyes and a trim body. Outgoing without being pretentious, Cindy thought that he was a perfect match for the bar. It was laid back and elegant. As she sipped her drink she slowly looked over the rest of the clientele. Most were business types, some in suits, their ladies dressed to impress, others were more casually dressed. The low murmur of conversation, punctuated by occasional laughter seemed to blend with the music, rather than compete with it. Cindy could feel the last of her troubles fading away as she allowed herself to sink into the bar’s mellow ambiance.

Her eyes stopped at a small booth set in an isolated nook near the back of the room.

“Yummy” she thought as her eyes devoured the man sitting there. He was somewhat older, thin wisps of grey ran through his collar length dirty-blonde hair. Steel blue eyes and a rugged jaw finished a look that reminded her of a Nordic sea captain. He had removed the jacket of his well-cut charcoal-grey suit and was wearing a pale blue silk shirt with French cuffs. He had broad shoulders that tapered into a trim waist. He looked athletic without the bulging muscles of a body-builder. Instinctively she knew that those loose fitting trousers covered hard muscled thighs and a cute, tight ass. Suddenly she realized that she was staring, the tip of her tongue slowly running across her lips, like a child standing outside of a candy store. Blushing she met his eyes, realizing that he had caught her. He raised his glass as if in a toast and smiled at her. She returned the smile and then quickly looked away. Embarrassed, she shifted her attention to the band and took a bigger than usual swig from her drink.

“Hi, I’m Max” said a voice over her shoulder. Startled she nearly spilled her drink into her lap. She turned and found herself looking into the same eyes that had caught her attention from across the room. This close she could see flecks of gold swirling through the steel-blue clouds that were the irises. He smiled again, his gleaming büyükçekmece escort teeth and adorable crinkles at the corners of his eyes made him seem more like a mischievous boy that the mature man that he obviously was.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He continued. “As I said, I’m Max. I’m supposed to be meeting my wife here, but it seems that she’s running late. I hate to just sit alone drinking when there’s great music and a beautiful woman who might consent to dance with me?”

Cindy tried to calm herself, telling herself that her reaction was just because of the surprise. She set her drink down on the bar and slid down from the chair facing Max.

“Hi Max, I’m Cindy, and I would love to dance with you.” She returned his smile, hoping that she looked more confident than she felt. He offered his arm and led her to the edge of the dance floor; raising her hand he twirled her once around and into his arms. They immediately picked up the swaying beat of the song. His strong arms held her close to him, but didn’t crush her. Cindy could tell that she was being lead by an expert dancer, she moved gracefully with him knowing that she was several levels above what she could do with a normal dance partner. After the first two songs the band slowed the pace and Cindy, feeling comfortable, snuggled in closer and let her head rest on Max’s firm, warm chest. She caught herself letting her hand slide down to his tight butt, and sadly moved it back onto his belt. A few times she “slipped” and her hip bumped into his crotch. “No problems there.” She giggled silently. “Cindy you really are a horny little tramp” she chided her self, but she still could feel the coolness between her legs as the wind blew across the wetness in her thong. And then the band ended the set. Max spun her around one more time and the again offered his arm and walked her back to her seat at the bar.

“My dear Cindy, you are a lovely and exciting partner and I thank you for saving me from a boring evening.” He glanced at the entrance and smiled again. “It seems that my tardy wife has finally arrived. I fear that I must leave you now and see to her comfort. Thank you again for your lovely company, I truly enjoyed it.” He squeezed her hand and smiling, turned and walked to his wife who waited at the entry for him.

Cindy watched him go, feeling a bit cheated. She coolly surveyed the woman that she suddenly saw as the competition. She was taller than Cindy, about five-ten. She had a graceful figure, large firm breasts topped a slender waist and shapely hips that ended in dancer’s legs. Although she was obviously near to Max in age, she showed no sign of aging; her beauty was timeless and totally natural. She was dressed in a simple black silk dress. Soft and clinging it plunged in a vee between her breasts in the front and was cut down the back nearly to the top of her heart shaped ass. The dress was a bit shorter than Cindy’s, showing off her long, tan legs to great advantage. A pair of black, spike-heeled sandals completed the outfit. Golden haired and refined, Cindy knew that she was outclassed by a mile.

Max took her in his arms and kissed her. Cindy saw his hand wander down and give her ass a soft fondle. They talked as they walked arms around each other, to his booth. He held her hand as she started to sit down. Saying something, he nodded his towards Cindy. She looked at Cindy. Cindy felt like an antelope watching a lioness staring at its next meal. As she sat down Cindy watched, hypnotized. Her dress rode up a bit as she started to swivel under the table and Cindy was embarrassed to realize that she was staring at the small patch of gold hair between her perfect legs. Blushing she met the lady’s eyes. She smiled and brought her legs back together under the table and tugged her dress down.

Cindy turned back to the bar and found a fresh drink in front of her.

“The gentleman’s compliments” the bartender said, nodding towards Max.

Cindy took a large swig and felt the burning liquid run straight to her head. “You idiot! What did you expect? He’s a married man.” She took one more large gulp and decided that a trip to the lady’s room was in order.

Finished, Cindy straightened her dress and walked out of the stall. Max’s wife was standing in front of the mirror freshening her lipstick. She looked Cindy up and down in the mirror and then turned to face her.

“So you’re the sweet young thing that Max was playing with.” She said. “Well let’s see what Max found so interesting.” She slowly circled while Cindy fearfully stood frozen in the center of the room. “Cute face.” She said softly running her finger tips across Cindy’s face, starting at her earlobe and going down her cheek, under her chip and down her neck. “You have a lovely body.” She continued as her hand followed the chain of Cindy’s pendent down between her breasts. Cindy’s breath caught as the lady’s hand brushed lightly over her breast. She had never even thought of another woman as being sexually interesting. Now suddenly here was a strange woman merely brushing her breasts and she could feel her nipples beginning to harden and the wetness returning between her legs. The lady chuckled and brushed her hand across Cindy’s breast again, this time pausing to give her now hard nipple a squeeze. Cindy let out a soft involuntary moan. “Oh yes, Max was right, you are something special.” She purred. “My name is Lauren. Would you like to join Max and me for some cocktails?” Her hand continued to work its light caressing tour down Cindy’s side to her waist.

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Megan was a large woman. Which was not to say she was in any way overweight. She was simply very tall and proportionally large — and she was mouthwateringly gorgeous. The other women certainly thought so, and from what they could gather, so did all men. Her body was the kind you’d find painted on the side of a World War Two bomber. Being a large woman, when she was very hot, which seemed to be all the time, she naturally plunged two, not one, long fingers deep into her slick and willing vagina. That’s just one of the many things that Christine and Elizabeth had learned over these many meetings of the group: just one of the secrets the friends shared. This particular group was special in that way.

At the moment, they were seated in a casual circle in the well-appointed living room of Liz’s Manhattan high rise — the cityscape just outside the windows, twinkling as if a bucket of diamonds had been thrown into the darkness, was only the backdrop to the constant sounds of the city.

Their meetings began as just two loyal friends supporting Liz. But over the years they had become a regular sensual ritual. Liz is the CEO of the free erotica website; lizerotica.com — the top erotica site on the web. It had started out modestly enough, but just as its growth had taken off, what was once a pleasure in the beginning, the process of reviewing and processing each of the submissions, had suddenly so overwhelmed Liz, that things would have gone quite astray had her two friends not shown up and offered to help with the reviews. She had eventually managed to land some professional editors. But before that, evening after evening, they had gathered at Liz’s place, sipping wine as they waded through stacks of submissions.

Reading erotic stories in the company of two hot ladies and drinking wine didn’t seem like a particularly bad way to spend the evening anyway. That was Christine’s first thought when Megan had first suggested the idea. And though there was certainly the occasional slog, for the most part, she was right. The truth of the matter was, that much more quickly than she expected, she had found herself getting achingly aroused as, her red pen in hand, she read through the many submissions. More than once, when she thought no one was looking, she had tapped that pen against the crotch of her jeans, just over her clit. In fact, she would never admit to this, but she had secretly masturbated in her car, just after their very first meeting.

The gatherings had become less frequent once the new senior editors were on board, but they continued to meet every other Thursday night. Rather than read the usual spectrum of submissions, Liz collected what she expected to be the hottest new submissions to share with these two special sisters. The meetings were an oasis in her hectic life as a CEO, giving her some needed girl time, and also giving her a direct channel to the sexual heat she was constantly working to curate into Lizerotica. They also gave her a chance to return to the reason she had even made it to this position — she loved to read dirty stories, a pleasure she was able to rekindle here, no matter what was going on at the office. Yes, it was exactly as people thought when they first met her and found out what she did for a living, she loved reading dirty stories.

Many of the submitting writers probably imagined their pieces being reviewed by lusciously gorgeous women, and in the beginning it had been true, but now, save for a select few, they were mostly read by a small army of subcontracted workers, managed by a balding nearsighted man with a goatee, and a chain-smoking ex-truck driver in the middle of a career change – talented editors both of them.

Their meetings had sustained themselves not only because the material was particularly high quality — Liz did have a talent for this after all, but simply said, the gatherings themselves had become fucking hot.

Megan, in the largess of her lustiness (and really, who could blame any creature who inhabited that luscious body?), had been the first to give in. It had been a very long evening of reading, the three empty wine bottles on the coffee table attested to that. It had not escaped the notice of the two other ladies that after reading one piece — twice — she had nonchalantly slipped a hand down between her legs, discretely stroking the crotch of her always tight and revealing yoga pants. After sharing a knowing glance, the other two continued to sneak peeks at her as they pretended to focus on their respective stories, neither of which could compete with the hot scene unfolding before them. Megan’s hand stayed there through that story and part of the next. Their pretending was over, however, when Megan let escape an extended moan. They both looked up to see her fingering herself with abandon as she raised both her feet off the floor and came large — as Megan would, bucking and writhing in her chair. She rode the orgasmic waves without shame, a tribute to pleasure, womanhood, lust, and a very hot story. Liz made sure she forwarded that one to the rest of the group.

After that, it became absolutely acceptable to diddle one’s crotch while esenyurt escort reading. It wasn’t long before each of them had orgasmed at least once in front of the others. It was simply a hazard of the job.

The ladies had even followed suit when Liz began greeting them at her apartment door, wearing little more than a long t-shirt, panties — and nothing else. In response, it seemed perfectly natural for the other two to remove their pants at the beginning of each session. They spent many nights with Liz sitting on the floor with her legs open wide as her fingers played lightly over the folds of the crotch of her white cotton panties, where they bunched before descending into her well-toned crack.

Brassieres were the next to go, as clearly they were impediments to appreciating a truly good work when it came by. Liz and Meghan both loved the way that when Christine was getting hot, her candy drop nipples poked out from the soft material of her tank top, sometimes snagging the material in a way that made the other two salivate

“You’d think that every single woman on the planet walked around with 36DDs!”, was what started another memorable evening. Liz had made the offhand comment just as she was starting in on a new story. Sighing, Christine admitted that she; “Just loved 36DDs.” This inspired Megan to slip off her top, to the amazement of the other two women. For a moment, they stared at Megan’s two luscious mounds, standing free and proud, jiggling ever so alluringly with every motion she made. Holding her chest out, and perching herself on the edge of the couch, she motioned for Christine to slide in behind her and see for herself what she thought of hers. After hesitating for the briefest of moments, Christine climbed up on the couch, snuggling in behind the living sex doll. She hoped she wasn’t too obvious as she savored the smell of Megan, and the temperature of her skin, as she slid both her hands around her, her fingers curling over the succulent globes. She gently lifted them, respectfully testing their impressive weight. Liz thought Megan was getting into it. “These are 34Cs, and I’m quite proud of them.”, responded Megan, and rightly so. “You don’t have to be so gentle, just give them a nice squeeze.”

Who could resist?

Megan’s nipples were now hardening with all the attention.

Liz, not one to be left out, demanded equal time. She had never felt another woman’s breasts before, at least not in her adult life. Of course, handling Megan’s breasts were a thrill, but a close second was feeling her own skin against Megan’s, separated only by the thin top she was wearing.

Megan now claimed her own turn, both ladies now changing positions. As Liz lifted her shirt over her head, both of her breasts bounced free. The other two women wondered how they could have overlooked such beautiful assets. As Megan’s fingers engulfed Liz’s very forward tits, she complemented Liz on their perfect shape. Liz could feel her pussy start to respond to the caring touch. Megan said; “I’m guessing Ds. What do you think Christine?”

Liz’s at first felt slightly disappointed to have Megan move away, but Christine had already taken off her top, and she slid directly behind Liz. Her breasts looked even more impressive in Christine’s smaller hands. She was very aware of Christine’s long nipples against her back, and her delicate pixie touches as she caressed Liz. “Hmm, I don’t know…” as if studying a painting, “I would say C…C plus!”

“Ding ding!”, said Liz, holding out our her chest, “30C!. And, get in front of me, it’s our turn!”

Christine now moved to a position in front of Liz, straddling Liz’s knee with her back to her. As she leaned back, her pussy split over Liz’s leg, making it very warm where the two touched. Soon enough, Liz had Christine’s sweet mounds in her palms. Christine declared them 32As, and they were just lovely.

It continued from there. They saw each other socially, and would even have lunch with one another on occasion, but their meetings were somehow outside of all of that. They were a safe and fertile place where the three women could truly relax. Lovers would come and go, but their evening gatherings were sacred.

There was an evening when deep in the midst of their readings, Liz had suddenly piped up; “wait, wait!” The other two paused to look at her. “I’m trying to figure this out. Listen to this;

On the crowded elevator, her husband’s cock lodged deep in her ass. She spread her legs wide while the tall stranger slid his erect prong into her gushing snatch.”

Liz read this aloud, wincing at the use of the word snatch. “Yes, snatch is wrong here, I know, I know, that’s not my point. I don’t think the guy in front of her could get his cock into her like that. Especially if he was taller.”

For some unspoken reason, perhaps because she was both constantly horny and also gorgeous, or perhaps they were driven to determine whether their fantasies about her held any connection with reality, they always first looked to Megan to confirm these things from experience. This had, several times, been başakşehir escort the case, and each time, after a little chiding, she would acquiesce and divulge the steamy details — especially if she had had a bit more wine, and not yet come.

Megan’s expression made it clear that she had nothing to reveal on the matter.

“Well,” Christine replied, standing, “let’s give it a try. The stranger is the tallest one, so that would be you Megan. Christine do you want to be in middle or, ah, in my ass.”

“Let’s try it in the elevator!”, Liz doubled over in laughter as she visualized the absurd suggestion, which to her amazement, the other two genuinely considered before Christine reminded them that they wouldn’t have to restore their clothing if they used the shower.

Minutes later, the three of them were standing in the shower, Liz in the middle, Megan’s large breasts pushing almost into her face. Behind her was Christine, pushing in tightly as she shared her assessment; “I think I couldn’t get into your ass if you were standing up so straight.” “Remember that dicks are more frontal than clits.”, Megan reminded them in a surprisingly off handed manner. Wary of Megan’s tits, Liz bowled her hips forward, she had taken ballet as a young girl, until she triangulated where Christine’s cock — if Christine had a cock — would protrude, and deftly tried to maneuver her anus backward. In doing so she pushed back against Christine, enjoying the feel and warmth of her luxurious bod, and feeling the hard little nobs of her nipples in her back. She couldn’t do it. Not without coming eye to eye with Megan’s soft melons. The space in the shower was a bit more cramped than one would find in an elevator, but no one was complaining.

“Ok, hold it.” commanded Megan, and bowing her legs, she lowered herself in an attempt to bring the imagined location of her cock into proper alignment. Megan and Liz had finally negotiated a position that kept Megan’s breasts permanently held high against her own chest. — almost nipple to nipple. The effect was electrifying, and Liz secretly resolved to resist any changes that might take her out of contact with those warm handfuls. Not only that, but their two mons were now pressed against the each other, a glorious position she hoped would never end.

Quoting the storie’s lines; Megan, in a faux deep voice growled; “I’m going to fuck your gaping hole, bitch!” In response Liz, her voice channeling little red riding hood, replied; “but, but, my gaping hole is facing behind me.” With this, the three dissolved in laughter, and enjoying the sisterhood of their friendship, they giggled and contorted, each savoring the accidental brushes this motion created in the cramped quarters until they spilled out of the shower and onto the bathroom floor — where they relaxed in bliss for a long moment. Liz shyly hoped those leg brushes against her pussy hadn’t registered how wet she was. Being in the middle was absolutely the best.

Rather than suggest the author move the scene to the shower; strangers are rarely encountered there, it was decided to leave it — it was fantasy after all, and anyway, it would be well worth it if even just one group of readers had been inspired to investigate the physical possibility of the position they came to refer to as; the camelcoaster.

Another time, deep in contemplation, Liz suddenly blurted out; “tribing? What is tribing?” Megan and Christine exchanged glances, both surprised that Liz had somehow missed the obvious misspelling. Once she had been corrected, she responded; “Oh, does that actually work?” Their collective experience failed them, but they were perfectly equipped to research the matter. Megan moved to a position on her knees as she patted the couch next to her, motioning for Liz to join her. Christine found it very hot as she watched Megan lift up slightly, guiding Liz’s knee in between her perfect thighs, until the two beauties paused; perfectly interlocked. At Megan’s suggestion they then rolled their hips, rubbing their clits against the soft skin of the other’s broad thigh.

After a deep breath, Liz admitted that the position had it’s allure. She added; “But I thought it was more about rubbing pussies together.” “Does that actually work?”, pondered Christine, hoping they didn’t realize her real agenda was to extend the hot charades as long as possible. After sharing a brief hug, the two separated as they eyed each other, trying to work out how they might rub their pussies against each other. The challenge proved too great, but It degenerated into a laughing wrestling match, ultimately consuming Christine in the process as the three of them wrestled playfully on the floor .

Weeks later, Liz had paused to share what she considered a humorous passage that used the word “enpurpling” to describe a cock that was, well, enpurpling. After taking a spirited turn, their discussion journied widely on the topic of cocks until Christine, ever the instigator, admitted that she was always curious about the ten inch cocks that were apparently sported by a high percentage of the male inhabitants küçükçekmece escort of their literary utopia. Liz admitted that while she herself had never experienced such an appendage, she knew with some degree of confidence that vaginas were capable of accomodating the heads of babies, and she imagined that even 10 inch cocks were well below that size.

After additional discussion, Megan finally broke her silence stating flatly that there was a single way to find out. Focusing her deep blue eyes on Liz, she asked whether Liz had a worthy object in the apartment. Liz considered her options out loud. She didn’t own any dildos (that big). She didn’t have a four poster bed, and the homeowners association barred candles…

It did so happen, however, that she had made her regular trip to the farmers market that very evening. Megan was in the kitchen before any of them could raise any protest, and soon enough she returned with a rather respectable cucumber. It was actually 11 inches long, Megan had measured it at the kitchen desk, but she figured it was within tolerance, not really expecting things to go very far, so to speak. Being a consummate host, Liz had been providing a supply of lube at their disposal ever since it became acceptable to frig oneself while reviewing submissions. Megan asked Liz to warm it up under her clothing as she got things ready. Liz placed it lewdly between her legs, a devilish grin coming over her pretty face.

Christine watched all of this with quiet bemusement. The girls didn’t know it but she was in the middle of reviewing a surprisingly hot series about a space ranging amazon being gangbanged by alien robots. She had been gradually developing a raging gangbang fantasy ever since encountering quite a string of those types of stories recently.

The two ladies watched in apt appreciation as Christine slid her boy shorts down her long toned legs — which she then brazenly spread her wide. Amazed, they couldn’t take their eyes off of her as she stroked herself in front of them. Christine was a natural showman, and she relished their looks as she plunged one, then two fingers into the slick depths between her labia. Each time she withdrew them, they were visibly wetter than the time before.

Taking up positions on the sectional sofa, Megan and Liz instructed Christine to lay down on her stomach on Megan’s lap, her ass facing Liz. Christine could feel Megan’s heavy breasts on her back, as Megan caressed her soft firm buttocks lovingly, while Liz coated the cucumber with a generous amount of sexual lubricant, as she admired Christine’s swollen pussy. Christine obviously didn’t need lubrication. Megan curled the corner of her mouth, as she watched Liz guide the cucumber until it was just touching Christine’s pussy. Liz then spiraled the bulbous tip gently inside her labia. She paused, then gently applied pressure. Christine let out a sweet little coo as it intruded into her welcoming opening, stretching her pleasurably. After slowly withdrawing the tip, Liz then again gently pushed it back in. Each time she could see Christine’s pussy swallowing more and more of the obscene shaft. Compared to the size of the young woman, the cucumber seemed huge, and Liz was fascinated by the way Christine’s opening stretched readily, wantonly, to accept it.

All of this had Christine murmuring in pleasure until after a short while the tightness of her love channel arrested Liz’s progress. Sensing it, Megan craned as far down as she could, and whispered something in Christine’s ear. Whatever it was, it worked perfectly. Megan pushed down with her arms upon Christine’s back, and told Liz to increased the pressure. Christine rotated her hips as the intruding shaft glided further into her tight channel until, not wanting to hurt her, Liz paused. Christine took a sharp breath, and then began thrusting herself back as if she was possessed. Earlier Megan had snaked her hand in between Christine’s legs, and had been waiting for the right moment — which had clearly just arrived. She expertly teased Christines clit as Christine repeatedly plunged herself back upon the huge shape. Though she had started out quietly, the sounds she began making were clearly ones of pleasure. This built until she was on the verge of coming, when she breathlessly declared that it had bottomed out. Both Liz and Megan traded knowing glances, the girl deserved respect, she had taken all but the final inch, which now protruded rather obscenely from her vagina, framed by her taut labial folds.

Following a hunch, Megan now renewed her assault on Christine’s clit, which had become impossibly large. At the same time, leaving the cucumber in place, Liz reached over to retrieve the computer tablet that Christine had been working on. Wakening the device from sleep mode (the girls had been at this a while) she scrolled back and began reading aloud the bawdy tale from somewhere in the middle — Liz knew that was generally where most stories began to get hot. Between breaths of ecstasy, Christine managed to say; “further”, and “back”, until she had Liz right where she needed. As the story built, so too did Christine’s orgasm. It was all too much for Liz, and pulling the crotch of her panties aside was now fingering herself wildly with her free hand as she read from the device in the other. They were ascending together, transported by the story, fully at the author’s mercy. They could only hope that there wasn’t a plot twist or a continuation between here and their orgasms.

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