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“Damn.”

The word was whispered quietly beside her and Ellen quickly looked at her friend and co-worker. Sonia was staring down the aisle of the plane, her cheeks slightly flushed. Ellen followed Sonia’s gaze and understood her friend’s dismay immediately. Four soldiers were walking toward seats in Sonia’s section of the plane. Their white shirts were crisp, glistening with various insignia that Ellen knew Sonia would understand. Their blue trousers were creased perfectly. Ellen and Sonia watched as the four men tossed their duffel bags effortlessly into the bins above their seats. They wore the familiar smiles of people headed home after a long time away. “What are we doing with Air Force riders?” Ellen mused, shifting her eyes back to the pre-flight list in her hands.

“Army,” Sonia corrected without taking her eyes from the men.

“I thought the Army wore green uniforms.”

“The blues are new,” Sonia said as the men settled into their seats. She finally pulled her attention back to the task at hand. Ellen could see the excitement dancing in her friend’s eyes.

“Do you need me to take that side?” Ellen quizzed, though she knew the answer. It would not have mattered where in the plane for the four warriors were sitting. Sonia would have found them.

In answer, Sonia waved her friend silent and began striding down the aisle. She greeted passengers and tucked bags into overhead bins. When she reached the seats of the four soldiers, she turned on her most dazzling smile. “Hello, fellas,” she greeted, hoping she didn’t sound as breathless as she felt. Her eyes quickly swept over the four faces and their uniforms, her mind filing away information automatically: one commissioned, a major, probably married, the other three enlisted, one a private, still green, probably not even twenty yet, a corporal and a sergeant. “Headed for home?” They all responded in the affirmative. “Well, just sit back and relax. We’ll have you stateside before you know it. If I can do anything for you, I’m Sonia.”

Sitting in the jump seat during take-off, Sonia found herself able to study the four men closer. The major’s hair was mostly gray, but thick. He was reading a book and barely looked up as the plane took off from the Munich airport. The corporal was a black man. His white shirt seemed to glow against his midnight skin. He had a deep voice. Even though she could not make out his words, she could hear its resonance. The sergeant’s hair was blond and he had blue eyes that sparkled when he looked her direction. He caught her looking and winked playfully. She felt her cheeks blaze and looked away for a moment, but her eyes were drawn back to them. The private had not even earned his first class stripe yet. He had black hair that was just starting to grow back from his most recent buzz cut. She knew it would feel like velvet against her hand.

The pilot turned off the lights and she and the other stewardesses rose to service the passengers. She and Ellen served drinks and snacks and collected trash before she could think about the soldiers again. They were seated next to the windows, the major and corporal side-by-side and the sergeant and private in front of them. She leaned casually against the seat in front of the private and flashed her smile again. Three pairs of eyes went to her immediately, the three younger men sitting up to take notice of the brunette. The major’s green eyes moved a little slower to her and she felt his scrutiny. “Have you been in Iraq?” she asked casually.

“That’s right,” the corporal said. “We’ve been breathing sand so long that when we land at Newark, I’m going to go outside and take in a nice gulp of smog before I head on home.”

By his accent, she thought she knew the answer, but she asked anyway. “Where is home, Corporal?”

She saw them all react at her recognizing his rank, but the corporal recovered quickly. “Georgia.”

“What about the rest of you?”

The sergeant said he was from Kansas and the private from New Mexico. She shifted her eyes to the major and waited for his answer. “Tennessee. Near Nashville.”

“Fort Campbell?” He nodded once. “My dad was a Screaming Eagle,” she explained. “He died in Operation Desert Storm.”

Fortunately, they didn’t have an opportunity to express sympathy. “Excuse me,” a voice interrupted. “My son would like to say something.”

They all looked at the young boy standing with his father. “Thank you,” the boy said.

Sonia didn’t pay attention to their response. She slipped down the aisle and returned to the galley where Ellen was making a new pot of coffee. Ellen smiled knowingly. “How’s it going?”

“My nipples are hard as rocks,” Sonia answered without missing a beat in her work. Ellen laughed and headed down the aisle with the service cart. Sonia began arranging items for the next service, not paying attention to the passengers until a clearing voice caught her attention. “Oh, Major. What can I do for you?”

The major was over six feet tall, so Sonia had to tilt her head back to see him. “Can I get some water?” maslak escort he rumbled deeply. She turned to grab a bottle without thinking about why he didn’t wait for Ellen. “I’m sorry about your father.”

“So am I, Major,” she answered. “I was only eight, so I don’t remember much about him. Do you have children?”

“Three,” he answered. “I’m looking forward to seeing them.”

“I’m sure you are, and they will be excited, too. As will your wife. She’s very lucky.”

“She didn’t think so. She decided shortly after the birth of our third child and my fourth deployment that she wasn’t so lucky. She thought a banker was far more lucky. She stayed close to Fort Campbell, though, so I still get to see the boys.”

Unconsciously, Sonia took a step closer to the Major. “That’s too bad. It must get lonely for you.”

The Major was looking down at her, watching as she wet her lips and allowed them to part slightly. He bent his head down, then took a sudden step backwards. “It does. But that is no reason for me not to be a gentleman. Thank you for the water.” He turned on his heel and walked away.

Unaware that she had been holding her breath in anticipation, she exhaled, allowing all the tension to flow from her body. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the cabinet, calculating how much longer she would be trapped in the air. “That was quick,” Ellen said, rolling the cart back into the galley.

Sonia opened her eyes and began helping her friend resupply the cart. “Nothing happened,” she insisted. Ellen raised a questioning eyebrow and then laughed at the look of frustration on Sonia’s face.

The pilot dimmed the lights for those who wanted to sleep and as Sonia walked down the aisle, she noticed all but the sergeant was dozing. He had switched places with the private and was leaning into the aisle. “Can’t rest, Sergeant?” she asked softly so not to disturb the others.

“No, and you can call me Dean.”

“Anything I can do to help you relax?” she questioned. “I see you have a pillow and a blanket. Maybe a drink? A magazine?”

He pulled the blanket from his legs with a deliberate motion and she looked into his lap. She could see the material of his blue trousers stretched into a point. “I noticed you staring at me earlier,” he said softly. She glanced around the plane, then toward the rear area. She focused there for a moment, then dropped her eyes to Dean’s lap again. Her pink tongue wet her suddenly dry lips as her eyes flitted to his face. Certain she had his undivided attention, she looked from him, to the galley, and back to him. He gave her a confident smile and she walked away without a word. Dean waited about five minutes before following. When he reached the back of the plane, he pulled the curtain that offered the stewardesses some privacy and closed the small distance to where Sonia waited. He put his arms around her and lowered his head to kiss her mouth. She opened for him immediately and his tongue slipped inside.

Sonia dragged her palms down his shirt as her tongue met his. Her hands went to his fly, caressing his hard rock through his trousers. She imagined she could feel the heat through the layers. He groaned softly into her mouth. Her deft fingers lowered the zipper on his pants and reached inside to pull his cock free. It sprang into her waiting palm and she curled her fingers around it. She placed her other hand behind his head, quickening the kiss as her hand started moving up and down on the shaft. He pulled her shirt free and slid his hands to her breasts, squeezing them softly and rolling the nipples between his fingers. “Careful,” he whispered, “There isn’t much besides your own hand for release in Baghdad.”

She smiled and slipped from his grasp, going to her knees in front of him. He groaned softly, placing his hands against the cabinet for support as her lips replaced her hand. They slipped over the swollen head, her tongue swirling as she guided him to her throat. She sucked softly, her hand still curled around the base, squeezing gently.

Dean dropped one hand to cup the back of her neck. He began rocking his hips, sliding his cock back and forth against her lips. She struggled to hold on, her head bobbing in time with his hips, increasing the friction against his hardness. He was breathing harder and Sonia could tell he was struggling to hold back. She quickened her pace, wondering if Ellen saw him follow her into the galley. Her tongue rubbed up and down the throbbing vein in his thick cock, swirling around the head, and dipping into the opening at the tip to taste the cum starting to gather there.

He was panting now, his hips moving in time with her mouth, his fingers knotted in her hair. She quickened her mouth, pulling harder on him with her lips, and heard a guttural sound escape his throat as he could hold back no longer. She struggled to swallow everything squirting from him, trying to reward him for his sacrifice and service to freedom, but she could feel it trickling down taksim escort bayan her chin when he slipped from her lips. He leaned against the counter as he attempted to catch his breath and regain his balance. She quietly wiped her chin and tucked her blouse back into her skirt, giving him a sly smile. “Think you can relax now?” she asked, smoothing her hair back into place using the shiny surface of the cabinets.

He laughed softly. “Got a cigarette on you and it’ll be complete?” He reached out and caressed her cheek softly, and then brushed his lips against hers in a gesture of tenderness she could hardly stand. “Thank you,” he whispered and walked down the aisle back to his seat.

Sonia took out a mirror in order to do a more thorough examination of her appearance. He cheeks had the high color in them that indicated arousal, but she knew that color had been there ever since she saw the soldiers come aboard. She supposed a psychiatrist would say that her separation from her father at an early age created a longing in her that triggered her reaction to men in uniform. Growing up in a military town, her first lover had been a soldier. She didn’t encounter many that she did not end up fucking in some form or fashion, whether it was a hand job at a bar in Texas or a midnight tryst in a hotel in Paris; she couldn’t resist them. Satisfied she had removed any traces of her encounter with the sergeant, she returned to work.

They were about three-fourths of the way in their flight when she spotted the corporal heading her direction. He was taller than the major and had an easy going smile on his face. He paused at the bathroom, waiting on it to become unoccupied. “Enjoying your flight, Corporal Willis?” she questioned, taking in his uniform again to make a correct identification.

“Airplanes are not made for men my size. Luckily, commercial is almost better than military.” He placed one large hand against the compartment over her head, pinning her in place as he spoke. “Better entertainment, least ways. Better view. Better service.”

Sonia heard her voice catch as she responded and knew that the flush had returned to her cheeks. “And what view do you most enjoy, Corporal?”

“The one I have right now.” The door to the lavatory opened and a small man wiggled his way by them. Corporal Willis stepped back, smiling at her until the man was out of earshot. He moved his hand to the accordion door. “Want to join me for some entertainment?”

Sonia only hesitated for a moment before slipping under his arm and stepping into the small space. He followed and before she could rationalize how he would fit, he had his hands on her ass, lifting her up to perch on the edge of the sink. His mouth was on hers, attacking it viciously with his teeth and lips and tongue and she knew she would emerge with bruises on her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him in place. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she could feel the thick bulge of his manhood pressing against her.

Willis did not waste time trying to arouse her, sensing that the job was already done. Perhaps Dean had shared his earlier experience and Willis knew she would be willing. Perhaps Ellen had spilled the beans. Sonia heard his fly open as she clung to his mouth and shoulders. He reached down, pushed aside her panties, and drove his long shaft into her. She cried out into his mouth, feeling it hit deep inside her. He quickly found a rhythm and was soon rocking her against the mirror. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as his hips pushed forward. His hands, still gripping her ass, pulled her in to meet his thrust. She was powerless as he plummeted into her again and again and again.

It only took a moment for Sonia to feel the cresting wave begin. She tightened her thighs around his hips but his powerful movements kept his long shaft moving in and out. Their hips slapped together as he pulled her against him with each forward motion. She threw her head back, groaning soft encouragements in his ear as he split her over and over. Stars burst before her eyes and the room went dark. She bit his shoulder in an attempt to muffle her scream. Willis did not relent. He slammed deeper and deeper, pulling her fully against him. With a harsh bark, he exploded inside of her. She felt the hot liquid shooting into her and this time she did not react in time to muffle her cry of pleasure. She sagged against him, her feet sinking to the floor.

He pulled back with a smirk of satisfaction, but in the small space, the length of their bodies remained in contact. “Definitely better than flying military,” he teased. “Much more entertaining than sitting on a plane with forty guys.”

“Service with a smile,” she laughed.

He cupped her chin before leaning down to gently kiss her lips, tenderly easing the burn he had put there. Knowing any more words would be awkward, she placed her hand on his chest. She did not look at him as they made the difficult maneuver to get out of the cramped space. escort beşiktaş Even though she did not look up, she knew that there were passengers who looked away as she made her way into the prep area. Elle smirked over her shoulder. “That sounded satisfying,” she teased.

“You have no idea,” Sonia answered, her voice breathless. “I may not be able to walk right for a week.” She checked the status of their fight on the computer monitor. “How much longer?”

“Actually, the captain is about to deliver some bad news. There’s an ice storm on the east coast. He’s re-routing us to Miami.” Sonia cursed under her breath. “I agree,” Ellen laughed. “At least you got to have a little fun first.”

The rest of the flight, Ellen and Sonia and the other attendants attempted to soothe disgruntled guests. She didn’t have a moment to think about the soldiers until the passengers were disembarking. Dean gave her a crooked smile and playful wink. “Pleasure flying with you.” She blushed and laughed softly. “All mine, Sergeant.”

As Corporal Willis passed, she gazed into his deep brown eyes. “Welcome home, Corporal.”

“Thank you,” he rumbled, pressing her hand with his. “And thank you for the welcome home gift.”

The major was one of the last men off the plane. He shouldered his duffel bag and walked slowly up the aisle, his forest green eyes watching her. She turned her attention to him, stepping away from Ellen. “What will you do, Major?”

“I suppose we will see if any military flights are leaving Miami for bases closer to home. Now that we are stateside, I may rent a car and drive home.”

“Your children are very lucky, Major. For the record, I think your ex-wife was a fool.”

He gave her a long look, his green eyes piercing deep into her soul. She looked away first and he brushed past her without saying good-bye. She watched his back retreat until he made the turn on the gangplank and disappeared into the terminal. She turned on her heel and headed back into the plane to begin her post flight responsibilities. Ellen and the other attendants joined her and they quickly finished their jobs. When they finished, she and Ellen walked down to concourse together. “I can’t say I am entirely disappointed by this alternate landing. Sunny Miami sounds a lot better than icy New York. What do you say we go buy a couple of bikinis and find the nearest stretch of beach.”

“Now, that sounds like a promising view,” a deep voice rumbled behind them. They turned to look into the face of Corporal Willis. Dean and the private were with him. Sonia looked for the Major but did not see him. “But how about we buy you ladies some dinner and take you dancing first?”

“It’s the least we can do after you gave us such excellent service on the flight over,” Dean replied with a sly smile. He slipped one arm around Sonia’s waist. “And all service with a smile.”

The Corporal put his arm across Ellen’s shoulders and the private fell into step with them. Sonia and Ellen exchanged a glance that spoke the words only best friends can exchange in silence. Ellen gave a slight nod and Sonia looked into the Corporal’s chocolate brown eyes. “I don’t see how we can refuse that offer.”

Dinner was charged with sexual chemistry and innuendo. Beside Sonia, Dean’s hands roamed underneath the table. Her skirt slid up as he stroked her knee and thigh. She opened her legs to him and allowed him to tease her. He took her hand and placed it over the hard rock bulging against his fly. She squeezed and massaged and they both attempted to concentrate on the conversation. Sonia’s eyes were searching for a potentially private spot when the bill arrived and Willis suggested they head to the dance club.

Dancing was foreplay. Dancing with Dean, her hips never left his. Together, they thrust and rocked to the throbbing rhythm of the music. Willis was smoother, his body part of the music as they swayed together. His large, black hands roamed over her stomach, her hips, and her breasts as he rocked against her ass. The private almost trembled as he danced with her, his touch much more awkward and uneasy. She tried to smile and assure him, pressing her body along his. His breathing was rapid in her ears. Later, she danced with Willis and Dean simultaneously, sandwiched between the two men until Dean growled low. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

She nodded her agreement. The trio fell into the backseat of the cab, unsure how they would survive the trip back to a hotel near the airport. Dean captured her mouth with his, his tongue tasting her lips and dancing behind her teeth. Willis’s lips moved against the back of her neck, so she turned her attention to him. His lips were fuller than Dean’s, the kiss entirely different. Sonia thought she could never tire of the two different sensations as Dean’s hands lifted her shirt. Her bra disappeared as her fingers unzipped Willis’s trousers and snaked inside to caress his heated member. She turned back to Dean as his hands cupped her breasts. She sucked on his lower lip, biting it between her teeth as his fingers stroked lightly. Willis worked his hand up her skirt, stroking the inside of her thighs and teasing against her slit. His cock was out of his pants now, standing up straight and begging for her attention. She hungrily obliged, bending over his lap to lick the fat head. Dean pulled his cock free and she could feel it probing beneath her skirt.

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This is my first submission to Literotica, and it’s an account of a real life experience that my girlfriend and I shared. It was our first FFM threesome, and it was amazing. We have had others since, but this was something very special for us both, and I hope I have successfully conveyed that here.

Many, many thanks to JLCC who helped knock this story into shape. It was really helpful to have someone cast their eyes over things, and I am very grateful.

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Ania was the first woman that we ever met through a swingers’ website. She was also the first woman that Grace and I fucked together. It seems pretty simple now; all we did was put up a message that we were available for a meet and a couple of hours later she contacted us. We traded pictures — Ania certainly wasn’t shy – and before we knew it we were texting each other to arrange to meet for a drink in a bar the following day.

To describe her, Ania was blonde and tan, about 5’5″ and very busty which was a fantasy of my girlfriend Grace. In my eyes, she would contrast very nicely with Grace’s own lithe 5’7″ body, with her pale skin and curly red hair. Ania told us that she had an Eastern European accent, which was something she thought we might have an issue with. In fact, it made her sound all the more exciting; we couldn’t wait to meet her and fuck her.

The next day was a little nerve wracking to say the least. Preparing for a meet with someone that you have never met, with the express intention to have a very filthy threesome, is quite something. We readied the flat for a visitor, dressed up very smart, and headed into town to meet her.

We had a couple of drinks before Ania arrived which did nothing to quell our nervousness. When she did arrive though, our anxiety faded and we relaxed together. It was a Saturday night and the bar was full so our conversation was very straight-laced, but underneath it all there was a current of sexual tension. When Ania popped to the ladies room, I asked Grace if she wanted to take her home and she replied with a definite yes. When Ania returned, I asked her if she wanted to come back to our place, and she replied with a definite yes too.

It was raining very heavily and Ania had brought her car, so she drove us to our street. We ran inside the flat together, all laughing in what must have been a combination of nervousness and lustful anticipation. I poured some prosecco, and Grace sat on the sofa while Ania sat in the armchair facing her. I joined Grace on the sofa and we sipped our drinks and continued to get to know each other.

Ania excused herself to use the bathroom. While she was gone, Grace and I looked at each other. Were we really doing this? We had no idea how to get started and we really wanted to get started. So when Ania returned, I invited her to come and sit between us. She happily agreed, and as she sat down I took her drink from her hand. Together Grace and I started to kiss and fondle her. It was like we’d done this before.

Ania moaned in pleasure, and her accented voice was thick with lust when she told us that she loved what we were doing to her. Her head rolled back and as our hands roamed over her body, we both somehow instinctively freed her gorgeous breasts, and eagerly sucked her nipples, which were full and hard. “She’s got great tits, hasn’t she?” said Grace, as I looked up at her to murmur my agreement, seeing her eyes shining. She looked so beautiful, and so filthy; I knew that we were going to experience a new frontier in our sexual explorations together and that it would be mind-blowingly hot.

Soon we were in a tangle on the sofa, which was not roomy. I stood and told them both to stand up too. “We’re going to go to the bedroom now, you filthy sluts.” Grace loves to be told what to do by me, and I got the impression that Ania did too, as she simply smiled in obvious agreement as she took Grace’s hand to be led into another room.

I was behind them, and as soon as we got into the room, pushed them both to their knees. Grace loves to be forced to the floor and loves to be told to take my cock out…but Ania was our guest, so Ania received the orders. As her fingers carefully unthreaded my belt and unzipped the fly of my suit trousers, Grace continued to kiss and caress her. I watched her tongue trace the outline of Ania’s stiff nipple and bite softly into it, as Ania freed my thick cock. It felt so stiff that I could only think of shoving it straight into her wet mouth, so I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled back slowly and firmly, so that she was in no doubt as to what I wanted.

Someone had trained Ania well; as her face tilted towards me, her mouth opened and her tongue slid out as she tried to touch the tip of my cock, which I held teasingly out of her reach.

‘God, you’re a dirty bitch,” said Grace, and I had to agree. I began to run the head of my cock along the tip of her tongue, before slapping it softly against her tongue and lips. The head of my cock was slick with saliva and pre-cum, and I took great delight in spreading it over her face while Grace watched. “Please şişli escort fuck my mouth!” Ania whispered urgently in her husky voice, and it was all I could do not to push her mouth hard onto my cock.

But that was a treat that I was saving for Grace. “Grab her hair,” I said, “and make her suck me.” Grace didn’t need any further instruction. She held Ania’s hair with one hand and her throat gripped gently with the other as she forced Ania’s mouth further onto my cock.

“You are a filthy fucking slut,” she whispered hotly into Ania’s ear as she sucked and licked. “Look at you, taking my boyfriend’s cock in your mouth while I watch you. You love it don’t you, you dirty bitch. You’re a filthy fucking whore.”

At every loaded word, Ania made muffled groans that signified nothing but lustful and eager approval, and her eyes were shining with pleasure. She already knew that we loved to use language that had no place anywhere except the bedroom. Of course, discussing it over a few messages is one thing; having those deliciously degrading words moaned into your ear by a beautiful woman while she watches her boyfriend fuck your mouth was quite another.

Ania’s attentions were delicious, but I withdrew a little and started to offer my cock more to Grace. She eagerly lapped at the swollen head. Ania was now licking and nuzzling at the shaft as it passed back and forth in front of her face. Clutching a handful of curly red hair I guided Grace’s mouth closer to Ania’s so that their tongues began to meet. Soon they were kissing and licking each other, licking cock and licking face, tasting the heady mixture of saliva and pre-cum.

It was an incredible sight. I loved how much of a dirty bitch Grace was, and that she was mine to share. “You’re a slut too,” I reminded her. “You’re my slut. Get your head down on the floor, and take off my shoes while Ania sucks my cock. And don’t look up at us.” Grace loves to be humiliated in the bedroom, but this was the first time she had ever been treated this way in front of another woman, and she was shuddering with a combination of lust and shame as she bent down to press her face against the carpet. As I watched her blindly trying to unlace my shoes, my head swam, and my cock throbbed so hard I gasped. Ania responded by sucking my cock deep into her throat.

As much as I was enjoying the sensation, I needed to remind Ania who was in charge. I pulled my cock free then instructed her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She complied immediately and as Grace managed to remove my shoes, I slapped my cock against Ania’s wet tongue. It felt amazing. With each slow slap Ania grunted with desire, and soon I felt that it was time for her to get off her knees. “Now get on the bed,” I told her. “I want you on your hands and knees with your legs spread wide open so I can see your gorgeous cunt.”

As she crawled up onto the bed, I removed the rest of my clothes and handed them to Grace. “Fold these nicely, and then get on your hands and knees on the floor. Keep your head down and your arms out straight. You don’t get to look until I tell you.”

Grace obediently followed my instructions, and I stood there slowly running my hand up and down my cock as I took in the unbelievable scene. My beautiful girlfriend was prostrated on the floor, looking completely subservient as she waited for further orders. On the bed was Ania, a woman who until two hours ago had been a complete stranger to us. Now she lay on our bed just a few feet away from Grace, with her arse in the air and legs spread wide apart. I wanted to make myself cum then and spray my hot seed across both of them; I wanted to release this passion everywhere. I felt that if I made myself cum, I just wouldn’t stop; it was so fucking hot. This was what we had wanted to do together, what we had imagined so many times, and now we were really doing it. It was already beyond the sexual boundaries that most people ever experience and we had only just begun.

I leaned in towards Ania, and brushed her hair away from her ear. “I want to spank you now.” As I said these words, I heard Grace groan in frustration and desire as she heard me tentatively question how far Ania would let me go into the darker edges of play. “Yes, but not too hard please,” was the reply. I got up and stood at the side of her magnificent arse, before bringing my hand down slowly but very firmly, and there was a satisfying smack that I felt through my fingers.

“Mmmmm. More,” was Ania’s muffled response. I brought my hand down again, but faster and harder this time. The sharp sound seemed to mix with the sting in my palm, and the heat I felt from Ania’s rosy cheek. “Oh GOD yes,” she moaned into the bedclothes, and I heard Grace gasp in a way that told me her head was lifted.

I glanced back towards her and saw that her head was raised. She looked so incredibly aroused; her mouth was gaping open and her eyes were wild with lust as her tongue flicked across her red lips. Watching me spank another slut on our bed was one of her fantasies, so rather than chastise her escort bayanlar for her disobedience I simply smiled at her as I continued to make solid thwacks on Ania’s fleshy behind.

Ania continued to moan as I varied the timing of each contact, so that she never really knew when the sting would come, flinching when she thought my hand was coming down, and pushing her arse into the air to in her eagerness to receive more pain when I held back.

As I spanked Ania, I couldn’t help but notice how wet and swollen her hot cunt had become. It was begging for attention, and I was happy to oblige. As I smoothed her glowing cheeks with one hand, I started to explore her wet slit with the other. My fingers traced the folds that were puckering outwards with wanting, and I let my fingertip play across her clit as I slid my thumb up inside her. Ania started to buck determinedly backwards, and she moaned and grunted thickly as she pushed harder and harder against my exploring hand. She was fucking my thumb, and I was fucking her cunt with my hand, and I wanted Grace to see.

“Come and watch,” was all I needed to tell her. Grace came and settled on her knees with her arms around my leg and face pressed against my thigh, gripping me tightly as she watched me explore a new slut’s cunt, so close to her face that she could no doubt feel the heat from the hot flesh. My cock bobbed in front of her face as I worked Ania, but Grace was so transfixed that I don’t think she even noticed. Slowly pulling my thumb out I pushed it into Grace’s mouth, and she obediently licked the sticky juices clean. I loved how obediently slutty she was, as without question she ran her tongue over and around my hand.

“Spread your legs wider,” I commanded Ania, and as she pushed her cunt closer to the bed I surprised her by getting down on my knees and pushing my tongue deep into her crack. I heard Grace groan with fascinated pleasure as I started to work my tongue in and out, and I slid the bridge of my nose up and down Ania’s cunt as she ground herself against me, over and over and over until my face was slick with her delicious juices.

I turned to Grace and she knew exactly what to do, running her tongue around my face and into my mouth. We were kissing each other then, lost in love and lost in the moment as we enjoyed being each other’s whore.

Grace pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes. “I want you to fuck her now,” she said, and my head swam with lust.

“Yes, please fuck me. I want your cock inside me.” The exotic voice of Ania inviting me to take her was so horny, and I felt as if my cock would drag me to her of its own accord. I stood up slowly, taking the opportunity to take a lingering lick of her spread cunt as I rose. It was so hot and wet.

I reached for the condoms we had strategically placed earlier in the day, and rolled one onto my cock. As Grace watched me, her face seemed even more flushed, and a glow was spread across her neck and pert tits, her small nipples hard points that seemed to be showing me what direction to take. Though I was about to fuck Ania, it was as much for Grace’s pleasure as for mine, and my cock twitched in anticipation of giving her the show she desired.

I stood behind Ania, and gripped her magnificent haunch with my hands, before sliding them underneath her thighs and spreading her legs roughly further apart. She moaned with delight at this, and then shuddered as I smoothed her cunt with the flat of my hand.

“God it’s too much, please fuck me! Fuck me! I want your cock in my pussy!” Ania was wild with anticipation now, and my breathing became jagged with lust as I readied myself to give her what she wanted.

I started to tease her with the head of my cock, running it along the underside of her cunt, but Ania was not to be teased. Expertly judging the correct angle, she thrust backwards onto me as my cock pointed into her, and my fleshy shaft slid home. “God, you’re an eager bitch,” I laughed, and grabbed a handful of her hair. She moaned in agreement as I started to drive into her, and gasped when I pulled her harder on to me.

Fucking her was amazing. For a moment I was lost in the hot fuck, feeling nothing but my own desire as I pounded into her. Then I turned to Grace, and told her to come closer. Her face was wild with lust, and she as got onto the bed, she immediately positioned herself so that her face rested on Ania’s arse. She alternated between licking and nipping the flesh that was still rosy from spanking, and from time to time she kissed my stomach as it slapped against Ania’s behind.

This was what a threesome was all about. We truly shared each other then, all three of us delighting in the pleasure that we could give each other. I fucked Ania and she fucked me, while Grace kissed, licked and bit us both. Sometimes she was behind me, fondling my cock and balls as they slid in and out of this delicious whore, sometimes cradling and kissing Ania’s face as she told her exactly what she thought of a woman who would let herself be used in such a filthy way.

Ania escort maslak loved this, and told her over and over again, as she met the rhythm of my thrusts. “UNF…I’m a dirty bitch…UNF…I’m a filthy slut…Oh God I love being fucked. I love it! UNNN…I love you watching me…AAH…I’m taking your boyfriend’s cock, you slut! Look at me!”

This was driving me wild, and I dug my fingers into Ania’s behind as I started to fuck harder and faster. Suddenly she made a deep animal sound, and she spasmed and shook as an orgasm ripped through her, welling up and out from the dark place of shame and desire. Grace was moaning too, and shoved her tongue into Ania’s open mouth, as if their faces were fucking.

It’s hazy remembering exactly how things progressed then, as we seemed to be in a tangle of bodies for some time. I knew that I wasn’t ready to come, so I withdrew from Ania and let Grace clean my cock and balls with her mouth and tongue to be ready for the next round of fucking, while our guest lay slumped on the bed, purring softly to herself.

I remembered then that we had purchased a special toy for an occasion just like this one, when we would bring another woman into our home to share our filthy passions. I left them both on the bed and opened a drawer that we had designated as being the hiding place for what was a steadily growing collection of sexual implements, designed to tease out a variety of perverse pleasures.

I saw: a purple flogger, alternately finished in leather and satin for spankings in varied levels of pain; a small whipping tool that gave a very sharp smack, and was a little too intense for casual encounters; a table tennis bat that had seen regular kinky action upon Grace’s perfect behind, and starred in one of my favourite pictures of her; an anal vibrator that was made up of a ridge of orbs in steadily increasing sizes; a vibrating wand that seemed to be able to coax orgasms from both of us in surprisingly quick time; a collar and lead that we hoped to share with a guest lover at some point, as Grace was keen to play pet, and for her be lead on hands and knees by a woman who would both dominate her and fuck me.

Finally, I found what I had in mind to introduce at that point: a very intimidating double-ended dildo. Thirteen inches of silicone that was called ‘Double Trouble’ according the box, and looked very much as if it would live up to its lewd name.

Fashioned in purple, it was outrageously sexual. As I picked it up it flexed in my hand, as if it had a life of its own and was eager to bury itself into two willing cunts. Well, there was no doubt that willingness abounded tonight.

Grace laughed when she saw it, a filthy laugh that was full of anticipation. She knew exactly what to do, and it was time for her to let her own dominant side assert itself. She took the dildo from me, and spread herself wide in front of Ania so that her cunt was on full display to our new lover. Taking the dildo in both hands she started to slide the thick head and shaft into herself, and Ania sighed in delight at this slutty exhibition. Grace gasped as she worked herself over with this wonderful toy, and it glistened with her juices as she coated it with desire.

“That’s right, you dirty bitch, take a good look. Watch me fuck myself.” Ania was happy to obey these instructions, and so was I as they could have equally been meant for me. The sight of Grace fucking herself slowly but surely with this filthy, bendy tool was one I had enjoyed before, but the addition of Ania recovering from a thorough fucking by watching hard toy exploring soft cunt had me rock hard.

“Now open your legs, you sexy slut. I’m going to shove this in your cunt.” I loved to see Grace in charge and Ania was proving herself to be willingly submissive. She flushed with desire as she spread herself for my beautiful girlfriend. “Wider. Show it to me. Run your fingers in your pussy, and open it up for me.” All the time she was talking, Grace was fucking herself back and forth with the dildo and her eyes were blazing with lust.

Ania opened her legs more, and lay back as she started to finger herself for her new mistress. Her mouth was open, and I took the opportunity to lean across her so that my cock could gently touch her lips. “Oh God yes,” she murmured, and her tongue started to explore the head of my cock, lapping gently at the head and flicking into the sensitive slit.

Suddenly she grunted and gasped, and my cock went unattended as she reacted to the feeling of the dildo that Grace had pushed fully into her. She had shunted herself up to Ania, and was now fucking her, driving that filthy object home with her hips and hands as she continued to fuck herself at the same time.

This was simply mind blowing. A staple of lesbian porn, it’s something that I had seen performed many times on a computer screen, of course. To experience the scene in the flesh was something almost beyond imagination. The air I was breathing seemed suffused with the scent of hot cunt as these two outrageous, beautiful whores fucked each other back and forth, slamming in to each other in a way that seemed destined to push them both over the edge. My hand was on my cock, and I worked it solidly in time with their fucking; it was all I could do to hold myself back from coming across their naked bodies. I wanted to coat them both with my hot cum.

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NOTE: Sorry for the delay, guys, but I had to rewrite practically all of the first two chapters. You’ll be happy to find over half of this section is one long sex scene, though. I hope that– and chapter 1 of the Beast story– makes up for the wait! (Chapter 2 of Sleeping Beast will be up next week, btw.) FAIR WARNING: There’s some non-sexual violence in Ch. 22.

REMINDER: This is only part of a much longer story. If you’re just looking for the naughty bits, you’ll find those here, too, but they’ll be more fun to read if you start at the beginning! –Stefanie

–:–:–:–:–:–:–:–:– CHAPTER 20 –:–:–:–:–:–:–:–:–

Becky stayed in Cat’s room that night, each needing a sister’s reassurance after Nanny’s savage condemnation of Catherine’s affair. In their own suite down the hall, the agents of Nanny’s ire tossed about potential solutions to their predicament.

“Well, Cochise was willin’ enough to come get her.”

“Yes, and whatever he said certainly quieted her objections, but that might not last. Tomorrow might be as bad as tonight, and I don’t know how much of that Catherine can stand.”

In the silent pause that settled around them, both men recalled the sound of Cat weeping in distress as Nanny dressed her down.

“I don’t see what we can do about it other than marry her and get her out of here. We’ll buy Nanny a house in town,” Colt suggested, referring to Liberty Falls, “if she wants to be close to Cat without condoning the livin’ in sin part. She can come live there or stay here if she wants to be ‘specially stubborn about it.”

Jeremiah stared off into nothingness for a minute. “Colt, I’m not sure Catherine will consent to any marriage if Nanny refuses. Nanny raised them: she’s like their mother. I don’t know if Catherine will go against her wishes when it comes right down to it.”

Colt growled, “Then Nanny damn well better wish for happily ever after on a ranch in Liberty Falls.”

Jem nodded, staring at the open window.

“Caleb’s gonna earn his pay tonight, that’s for sure,” Colt concluded, heading for the bath.

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Awake at dawn the following morning, Catherine and Becky shared little conversation. There wasn’t much anyone could say. Nanny had put her foot down, and not even Becky at her most mischievous had ever blatantly defied their beloved governess in anything so serious as this.

Catherine was especially quiet.

If Nanny didn’t change her mind, Cat wouldn’t just be back to where she started. She’d be much, much worse off than she was a few months ago. Back then, all she had to worry about was hiding her puffy pink face after Harrison slapped her, or being forced to marry the horrid Monsieur Louis. Now, Catherine would be losing Colt and Jem, and she couldn’t imagine going on without them.

Before the blue-eyed cat burglar kissed her in the firelight, Catherine’s life was tedious and her choices unsatisfactory, but in retrospect, that boredom was actually a blessing. Every man she knew was another variation of the same polite, wealthy, arrogant chauvinist, but she hadn’t known any other type of man. But over the past two months, she and Jem had talked endlessly about automobiles and electricity and the future of underground trains, while Cat and Colt had discussions by the dozen about the effect of railroad expansion on everything from immigration to the price of wool socks. How could she go back to boring after that?

Even if one took romance out of the equation, the privilege of having them in her life had guaranteed she’d never be satisfied with lesser men. She’d seen the little frown Colt wore when he was intent on what she was saying, and the glow which lit Jem’s golden eyes as she questioned one of his theories. How could she be happy with anything less than being valued as a person, as well as worshipped for her womanly graces, after Jeremiah and Colt had shown her what love should really be? How could Catherine ever, ever be satisfied with anyone else?

Now, if Nanny didn’t change her mind, Catherine would not only be subject to Uncle Harry’s antediluvian dictates, she’d be grieving the loss of Colt and Jem. Cat didn’t think she was strong enough to withstand that kind of pain.

Catherine’s suite remained a tense and hostile place. Neither Catherine nor Becky had any experience in dealing with Nanny in a rage like the one consuming her this morning.

Neither did the maids, it turned out. Tea was served silently and gowns laid out the same way, everyone darting nervous glances at Nanny, who spoke not a word the whole time. She didn’t bid “her girls” good morning nor even spare a glance for them as she directed domestic details. Becky’s clothes were brought along for her to dress in Catherine’s room.

When the sisters were alone, the maids gone and the door slammed behind Nanny, the women exchanged a panicked glance and flew to each other’s aid. They took turns loosening stays, so Nanny’s overly enthusiastic job lacing them in sarıyer escort wouldn’t suffocate someone before the noontime meal.

At last breathing a sigh of relief, they set off to join Jem in town. Their shopping expedition was subdued, and no one spoke of the matter at hand, but the day passed steadily in errands and afternoon visits to friends.

Becky, as planned, whispered into a few select ears that the lovebirds had been promised to one another since birth, but it had been kept secret to protect Catherine from kidnappers with designs on Jem’s vast fortune. Becky made sure to say the information was privileged, still to be kept secret until after the wedding, thus assuring it would be all over town by the following morning. The way would then be clear for their disappearance a few weeks hence.

Assuming Nanny came to her senses, that was.

Nanny, in the meantime, endured a torture of her own. After carrying her from Catherine’s room the night before, Cochise told Nanny everything Jem and Colt had learned about Harrison, sparing none of the details they’d kept from Cat and Becky. She’d also been subject to Caleb’s more personal contribution, a terse lecture on the honest and loyal nature of his employers, their standing in the community, and the charitable deeds neither man would admit.

Determined not to be swayed, she’d tried to ignore it all, but Caleb held her in his lap the whole time, murmuring his words practically straight into her ear. His arms around her waist and slow caresses up and down her spine had done nothing to harden her resolve. Neither had Caleb’s gentle reminder that she, Nanette, had been accidentally meeting him in corners, closets, and hallways for a month, welcoming his kisses as well as his hands roaming under her skirt.

Even Nanny’s olive-toned medium brown skin couldn’t hide her blush then, especially when she could feel him hardening beneath her thighs. She had to admit the hypocrisy of criticizing Miz Cat while night after night she dreamt of sneaking out to the stable and climbing on Caleb’s stiff cock for the ride of her life. She was fifty-five, for God’s sake, acting like a randy teenager with a man twenty-five years younger!

The next day was no better, with Caleb rubbing up against her the way he always did. Every time he did it now, though, she had to wonder if she’d been wrong for yellin’ at Miz Cat. But still, Miz Cat knew better! She was a lady! And who ever heard about a lady bein’ married to two men? No one, that’s who!

“But what if there were two of Caleb?” Nanny thought.

Holy God in heaven!

She tried not to think any more about it after that!

–:–:–:–:–:–:–:–:– CHAPTER 21 –:–:–:–:–:–:–:–:–

Catherine was downcast the following day, too, enough so that even Harrison mentioned her mood, and he barely spoke to either girl these days, now that his continued wealth was assured by the presence of “Big Jim,” the Argentinian rancher who’d promised to split Catherine’s inheritance with him.

That self-same imposter, a rancher from no further south than Liberty Falls, Texas, now sat nursing a brandy by the cold hearth in his suite upstairs. He and Colt, having divested themselves of coats and ties, were discussing recent events in somber tones, neither harboring any hope for a visit from their beloved that evening.

Not only had she been through hell in the past few weeks, she’d endured a horribly emotional altercation with Nanny the day before, and only one short week ago, she’d been a virgin. Having made love to both of them forty-eight hours earlier, neither doubted she’d be sore. Under far less trying circumstances, far more experienced women than Catherine had chosen to take a few nights off before visiting again.

So when the door to Jem’s suite moved silently and Cat slid in through the opening she’d created, Jem and Colt were astounded to see her. She barely made it inside before they were there, flanking her. For the space of a long, deep breath, Catherine stood still, absorbing the multiple sensations washing over her. Their bodies were large and heated and close. Their spicy, masculine scents mingled, and the moment might have been overwhelming, but together, they made her feel safe.

Their simultaneous arrival forced Catherine to choose who she’d kiss first. She’d anticipated the situation, though, and decided she’d always kiss the man she hadn’t made love to last. Unless someone was having an especially bad day, that was. Jeremiah was due her favor tonight, and she leaned into his embrace, lifting her lips, while Colt stood close behind, brushing her long hair aside to nuzzle the curve of her neck. And just like that, all the confusion and heartache of her own day dissolved, soothed by the reassuring, soul-sustaining presence of the two men she loved.

She was inexperienced and embroiled in a brouhaha such as she’d never imagined, but Catherine had spent much fatih escort bayan of the past two days remembering the night she’d lain between them. Far more rapidly than one might have expected, she’d come to accept her new reality: she loved two men, they loved her, and the three of them were going to spend the rest of their lives together, God willing.

Catherine also loved what they did to her body, singly or in tandem.

She murmured approvingly into Jem’s kiss as his tongue dipped in to savor her sweetness, teasing hers into following when it withdrew. He cupped her cheeks, running his thumbs lightly across her closed lids. She felt his breath on her face and Colt’s warmth behind her. The hard evidence of their arousal pressed against her from both sides, and the liquid champagne of her silk peignoir set intensified every minute movement as they rubbed against her.

She’d been consigned the narrow role of “genteel lady” for almost nineteen years, but her new knowledge met with heady memories to instill an audacity she’d never known. She knew she wasn’t beautiful, but for the first time in her life, Catherine felt sexy. She was loved and desired, desirable, and aching for a release only Colt and Jem could bring her. She rotated her hips, rubbing her silk-clad body sinuously against one, then the other.

Momentarily surprised by Cat’s abandon, her men were soon swept up. When she raised her arms to spin slowly in their embrace, Colt took his turn greeting their future bride, pulling her against him. Jem’s hands roamed the rest of her body, clad only in the silky gown, and his lips wandered from her neck to the hollow behind her earlobe– which he’d noticed made her squirm.

Pulling her lips gently from Colt’s and giving him a look that took his breath away, Cat turned again. With a slim, graceful hand on each of two broad chests, Catherine gazed solemnly from Colt to Jeremiah and finally admitted aloud what both had longed to hear. “I love you.”

She dropped her arms and, with a little shimmy, her gown fell in a puddle at her feet, leaving both men stunned. Though her boldness wasn’t as arousing as the sentiment she’d shared, her pale skin shone in the candlelight, and neither could resist her allure.

Jeremiah bent his head to capture her lips as Colt’s caress swept down her body. One hand skirted her breasts teasingly while the other traced a shivery line along the bumpy crest of her spine, and lower yet. When his fingers met between her thighs, Colt parted her lips with one hand and teased her clit with the other, sucking a swollen nipple into his mouth to make the moment complete. Being kissed and touched everywhere at once like that, Cat suddenly felt faint.

When she paled, Jem scooped her abruptly out of Colt’s embrace, earning himself a black stare.

He deposited Catherine atop the bed to shed his own clothes. By coincidence, he and Colt joined her simultaneously, one on each side. Luxuriating in the silk linens of the big bed, Catherine stretched her arms overhead to let them get closer. Time drew itself out as all three dreamed of the future before them, the sleeping positions they assumed now the same ones they’d keep throughout the years to come: Catherine in the middle, Jem to her left and Colt to her right. The beginnings of their family were there in that bed.

In unspoken agreement, the men took their time with Catherine that night. Her lips were claimed continuously as their hands roamed over her body. Jem’s were slightly smoother than Colt’s, but both were by turns delicate and firm, cupping her breasts, her belly or parting her nether lips to delve between them. Sometimes they mirrored each other, and sometimes the sensations they created competed for her attention, making Catherine’s head spin.

When their lips left hers for longer forays elsewhere, Catherine closed her eyes, unaware of the small smile she wore, as she’d be unaware of the desperation and fulfillment to follow it.

Before long, her legs were splayed and draped high over their hips.

Propped on one elbow, Jeremiah watched his tan fingers on her smooth ivory flesh as he stroked her from ankle to thigh, while Colt’s mouth and hands stayed busy on her breasts. By the time their hands met at the juncture of her thighs, Cat’s pussy was glistening and she’d opened like a flower for them.

For a long while, they took turns manipulating her folds, indulging in an arousing battle for the hard nub of her clitoris. When Colt at last pushed one finger all the way into her tight sheath, she exploded, keening. Jem lifted his head to watch her face and Catherine opened her eyes while her clit still pulsed beneath his finger.

Colt kissed her as Jeremiah bent his head to the sensual task of bringing her to climax again. They alternated and playfully arrived at a rhythm, Jem thrusting deeply several times before pulling out to rub her clit while Colt plunged his fingers escort mecidiyeköy into her needy, grasping pussy. One slow stroke at a time, they took her mind apart, until Catherine began breathlessly to plead for mercy.

Gratefully, she drew her thighs together as Jem crept up to claim her mouth, but both men kept their hands on her body, stroking her gently while she came down.

Finally, she opened her eyes, her breasts still heaving as she recovered.

“Oh, my goodness,” she managed to whisper, earning twin grins and admiring eyes, but only a few minutes of respite.

Jem went back to nibbling on her lips and Colt her breasts as their fingers came alive again, and she began to squirm. This time they seemed determined to unhinge her altogether with the more measured pace of their ministrations. Swipe after deliberate swipe brushed teasingly alongside the aching ridge of her clit, never making contact. Cat’s curvaceous hips were in constant motion, her fingers digging into whatever firm pad of muscle she could reach. When they both pushed a finger into her at the same time, Cat gasped and her body arched in surprised delight, but her orgasm hoovered painfully out of reach.

Catherine’s brow creased in frustration.

The writhing digits inside her unwound her sanity, fucking her slowly for what seemed like hours. When Colt finally freed his finger from Catherine’s heated cunt, it was just to wipe her wetness downward and resume his ministrations– on her bottom!

Her eyes opened in shock, but she met Colt’s gaze with no sign of the panic he’d expected, and he continued to ply the delicate hole with her own sweet juices, repeating their earlier reassurance. “We’ll stop any time you want, Cat. All you have to do is tell us. All right?”

His fingers continued to explore while he waited for her assent.

Breathing in little fits and starts, Cat gave a tiny nod.

Catherine’s wetness lubricated her more than enough for the one finger he planned to insert, but Colt watched her response carefully as the circles her drew around her opening grew ever smaller, until his finger was centered directly over the tiny, tender dimple. He pressed steadily, and Cat’s ass yielded, easily admitting the tip of his index finger.

She whimpered, but she didn’t tense up, and she didn’t close her eyes.

Colt let his fingertip slip out to collect more moisture, then pushed inward, repeating the process until each penetration was slick and effortless and the shock had faded from his angel’s lovely face.

Conscious of the tension in every curve of Catherine’s body, Jem slid a second finger into her pussy, turning his wrist as he began to increase the speed and power of his thrusts, and she pushed up to meet him, giving Colt better access to her bottom.

Catherine’s hips didn’t pause even when Colt pushed his finger all the way into her hot, sweet ass. Instead she moved faster, her moans increasing. In no time at all, Colt was easily fucking her ass with his finger as Cat rocked between his hand and Jem’s.

Lifting his head from Cat’s breast to watch Catherine’s face, Colt caught a sideways glimpse of Jem’s expression. He grinned in silent agreement. Miss Kitty sure was a hell of a surprise.

Catherine missed the byplay. Intent on the pressure welling uncontrollably upward from her bottom and her pussy to her belly and her spine, Catherine would have missed a hurricane in the upstairs hallway. She no longer felt the warm skin beneath her palms, nor was she aware that her nails were leaving impressions like small pink half-moons in their flesh. All she felt was the two insidious fingers writhing inside her, and the primordial joy of her body being possessed by the men she loved.

Her whimpers grew ever fainter as she struggled to breathe, the glowing bubble of tension below driving the air from her lungs. At last, with her hips elevated and her lungs seizing, Catherine came, her body clamping down on their fingers as she trembled between them.

The spasms of ecstasy went on and on until she thought for sure she’d swoon, but at last her hands relaxed, her shoulders settled back against the bedding, and the men released her from captivity.

Catherine gulped and gasped her way to reality. “Oh my goodness,” she said again, as her eyes blinked open.

Once her heartbeat slowed to a manageable gallop, she continued, “Is this a special celebration of our engagement or are you just trying to kill me?”

Both men burst into laughter, delighted with this new, impudent version of their lover.

Jem came down to earth first, nuzzling her neck. “No, my love, we just wanted you to know what to expect.”

Grinning gleefully at her question, Colt winked and clarified, “For the rest of your life.”

Cat wasn’t sure she could cope with that kind of intensity on a regular basis, but she smiled against Colt’s mouth. She’d just have to try and do her best.

Jem rolled the tips of her nipples between his fingers, watching them tighten, thinking they looked like his cock felt. He was so aroused, he could hardly restrain himself. Only her inexperience prevented him from rolling her over and slamming his cock in to the hilt when Catherine offered him her mouth. He growled into her kiss and pulled her on top instead.

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It had been another awkward and difficult day for me at school and teaching the class I had been allocated this year was positively heart-breaking. There were 9 boys and 6 girls, all of them 18 year old. Every one of them an under achiever and apparently not interested in anything I had to teach them. Only government regulations, designed to keep them out of unemployment statistics, had kept them in educational system for so long. Due to these new rules they had been made to repeat their final year, but, at the end of the current school year they would have to leave. Every one of them would undoubtedly flounder in the tough world of the jobs market.

And the bottom line was – they weren’t interested. They were, in fact, the left- overs after all vacancies in the other classes had been filled. I remember the head-teacher gently patting me on the back and asking me to do my best.

“They are a lost cause, Andrea, but, we still have to go through the motions. Meanwhile, because of staffing problems, apart from Science and Art, I’m afraid you have to cover most if not all of their subjects yourself.”

I remember groaning at this news. I suppose it was because I had been the last teacher to join his staff. I had got the short straw.

And so I tried. Day after day, week after week. Surely, they couldn’t be as bad as had been portrayed, I told myself. But, the sad looks and sympathy I got for my lack of progress from the Headmaster and fellow teachers told me otherwise.

It was frustrating and painstaking work every day. I was lucky to be heard, such was the noise and disruption in that classroom. It was an unending struggle and my pupils and I were going nowhere, achieving nothing. I was at my wits end in trying to get through to them. It was so exhausting and depressing. They were the most unruly and inattentive group of young people I had ever come across since I had started in the teaching profession some 5 years ago.

The trouble was that, previously, I had worked in private girls schools in London, where discipline and attitudes were vastly different. But, when my husband was transferred to the West Midlands for work purposes, we had to move there and I had limited choices. Gladstone High Comprehensive was where I had ended up. It was different to London and the South East. In this part of the U.K. the economic situation was tougher and job opportunities more difficult to find. It would have been an exaggeration to say the school was in a deprived area. But it was getting that way. The school catered for all pupils in the area of secondary school age. Some of them, same age as my lot were doing A levels. But obviously there was a big difference in abilities.

Ideally, my target as a teacher was to bring these youngsters up to GCSE standard, so they could leave school with at least some qualifications, but, up to now I was failing miserably, even with a relatively small class like this. I couldn’t think of any one of them succeeding. They would be leaving school with not a single school exam success between them. What chance did they have at obtaining decent employment. As things were going, I was heading for a clean sheet of failure for my efforts. But, I didn’t like failure. I had come into the teaching profession to succeed.

“Don’t you have any ambition; don’t you want to do something with your lives?” I cried out in despair one day. They looked at me in amused silence. I might as well have been talking in a foreign language. All they wanted to do, seemingly, was to quit school and go onto unemployment benefits. Most of them lived in run down areas and were from broken homes etc. In fact, I knew very little about their personal lives. There had to be some real communication between us to do that. And so far, there hadn’t been any.

Talking to colleagues in the staff room, I was warned that my pathetic efforts to make some progress were being monitored by the powers that be. “Don’t blame old Carstairs; they said (The Headmaster) he’s under a lot of pressure from Town Hall. Also, he thinks we are due for an OFSTED inspection soon.

“Do you think I’ll be sacked?” I asked, worried. “Could be” they said. “They have the power to do it and they like to make an example of somebody every now and then. It makes them look good” And, at the very least, I knew that bad reports on my abilities would blight my career.

When I went back to the classroom, I was starting to panic. As usual there was mayhem in the room. If anything, this lot were getting worse. What was I going to do? I had tried everything my teacher training had taught me and was getting nowhere. It was beginning to be a nightmare and I knew that in this case there was no light at the end of the tunnel.

One frustrating week later, I got an idea; funnily enough from watching a silly little porn film. My husband liked to watch them every now and again and I had no objection. Anything to brighten up our rather dull sex life, I reasoned.

In one of them, a young and attractive blonde teacher started to strip. Funnily şişli escort bayan enough, I thought she looked a lot like me. And, of course, she got the immediate attention of the young males in her class. After that, inevitably, she got fucked across her desk by all and sundry. It was to be expected, I suppose. After all it was a porn movie.

Normally, I would have gone out of the room or made a coffee but, there was something about her being in a classroom that got through to me. Unlike other films of that nature, the acting was good, it seemed very realistic. I watched it again and again when hubby was out, watching her getting it from the boys. Sometimes, I stripped at the same time she did, and then compared my naked body to hers. I was pleased to see I matched her in all respects, because, I too had long shapely legs, decent size tits and curves in all the right places. Could I do that? Strip in a classroom? I started to seriously think about it.

Then, later, after watching it several more times, I was convinced that it was the perfect answer to my problems at this school: An unconventional and risky solution, yes; but why not? I could challenge the guys in my class to work hard and pass exams on the promise that I would strip for them. It seemed like a really good idea.

Of course, I knew that none of them were bright enough to make it, but, (and this was the important thing) they would at least make an effort to study and learn. My working life would be tolerable again. It was the old carrot and stick routine. The carrot being the prospect of seeing my naked body, the stick being the work they would have to do to make it happen. I reckoned it was worth a shot. It was my last hope really. Of course, I didn’t tell my husband about my bright idea. In fact the fewer people who knew about it the better and I had to keep that firmly in mind.

I picked a time, purposely; when the girls were absent, to make my pitch. Two or three times a week they had netball or cookery sessions and that suited me just fine. The only female left in the class on those occasions was me. The guys as usual were inattentive and noisy, talking among themselves, telling dirty jokes and trying to outdo each other in being the biggest nuisance in the class.

I was well and truly fed up with this sort of thing. I left my desk and went to stand in front of the class. I was wearing one of my shortest skirts that day, deliberately so.

“WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO DO A STRIPTEASE? ” I shouted.

Immediately, there was a complete and deathly silence. It had got their attention alright.

“What was that, Miss,” someone shouted back?

“I said… how would you like me to do a striptease for you.”

“YES MISS,” was the loud response.

I could tell they were astounded by my announcement.

“Will you show your pussy, Miss,” someone sniggered and then everyone laughed. Dirty laughs. They were onto a subject they liked and discussing the teacher’s pussy was a real turn-on.

“Of course I would,” I said.

That shocked them. There was stony silence again. In fact, you could have heard a pin drop. NOW I was getting their full attention. Something that was very rare indeed.

I continued, gaining more confidence by the second.

“When I say naked, I mean NAKED, you all know what that means don’t you?”

“Yeah” Ray Mullins said brazenly, “it means we get to see tits, legs, pussy, EVERYTHING.”

“Are you shaved, Miss?” Someone asked. More sniggers.

“Well, you’ll have to wait to find out, won’t you?” I said huskily.

There were shouts of “WHEN, WHEN” before Billy Jones spoke up. He was sort of an unofficial spokesman for the class.

“Is that a definite promise then, Miss? Can we hold you to it?” He must have thought I’d gone out of my mind.

“Yes,” I said. “It can actually happen. It’s up to you.”

There was more shouting and talking as the boys got excited. They hadn’t expected a topic like this for their afternoon in class.

Just then my voice began to falter. For some reason I was nervous. I suppose I was imagining standing there before these 9 youths without a stitch of clothing. Could it actually happen? I went weak at the knees.

Pull yourself together, girl, before you lose control, I told myself.

They were talking in whispers now, dirty talk, talking about ME; discussing my physical attributes; she’s got great legs, big tits, I had heard similar things before, enough to realise that the boys rated me, quite high as a sex symbol in their eyes. My throat went dry. I grabbed my glass of water and swallowed. Somehow, I managed to talk again.

“Yes, I know you would like that,” I said…”BUT, and there is a big BUT.”

“OH,” went a disappointed moan from my audience.

“I knew there would be a catch Miss,” said Billy Jones.

“Well here’s the thing,” I said, “all you have to do to get me to perform for you is work at your studies and pass some exams. It’s as simple as that; because, believe it istanbul eskort or not, I actually WANT you to succeed. So much so, that I am prepared to do this for you. I am prepared to shame and humiliate myself by sexily stripping and exposing my naked body to you guys at the end of term.”

“Yeah, we get the bit about the stripping, Teach, but what exactly would we have to achieve in order for you to do this?”

It was Billy Jones again and it was a very good question. Unfortunately, he had caught me out as I hadn’t thought it through enough.

“Well that could be the subject of negotiation between us” was what I said. I had to say something or they would have switched off.

In the end, I agreed that I would do it for any boy who achieved a GCSE at grade C level. (That was generally accepted as a decent grade and one that that employers recognised)

My heart started to pound as I wondered whether I had set the bar high enough.

“Is that in any subject,” asked Dave Watkins. One pass in any subject? They were all very interested now. I could tell.

“O.K. then,” I agreed. “We can go with that.”

My heart started pounding again…

“What about a sample Miss, to see if it would be worthwhile”

“What do you mean?”

“Show us a bit of leg like.”

“Alright,” I said, “I can do that.”

So, I looked at them sexily and lifted my skirt up my thigh. Every single one of them was leaning forward, focusing hard on my legs. Some of them even got out of their seats to get a closer look. Very slowly I eased my skirt further up to let them see more; You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Strangely enough, I was beginning to enjoy myself. And for once, I had these guys in the palm of my hand. I had found a magic formula; the power of sex.

“That’s just a taster,” I said as I let my skirt drop “And it’s all you’re going to get until the main event.”

“What about the girls” asked Frank Oates, “are they going to be in on it?”

“No” I said emphatically, “this is just between me and all of you guys here. I am the only female involved and I want you all to myself. It will be our secret. Nobody outside of this room gets to know, because, if it gets out, I will be prevented from doing my striptease act for you. And I would be so disappointed if that happens”

I was making it up as I went along now. But, for the first time I wondered if I could actually go through with what I was promising.

Ray Mullins spoke up. His sheer size demanded respect from the other boys.

“Anybody snitches and they’ll end up in hospital,” he said, showing off his big clenched fist.

“Yeah, I’ll back that” said little Donny Rollins, making me suppress a smile. He was cute but he wouldn’t frighten anybody.

“Yeah, me too.” Someone else shouted.

That spread and within seconds all the guys had vowed themselves to secrecy under pain of death.

“Will it just be a quick strip then Miss, cos that’ll be over in a minute or two, won’t it?”

Billy Jones had caught me off guard again. Just as it was all going so well.

I had hesitated and he was in like a flash. Maybe, I had underestimated his intelligence.

“Well what more do you want me to do?” I offered.

I suddenly had an image of the naked Miss Lushbody and felt an erotic shimmer pass through me.

“I dunno,” replied Billy, “maybe a kiss or a dance; something like that”

I was so grateful that nothing crude or suggestive had been shouted out that I readily agreed to Billy’s suggestion.

“We should write it down,” he said wisely, “work something out.”

The class were with him. “Yeah that sounds fair and reasonable,” someone shouted.

Down to the last man they voted that in: A committee of nine. They had never agreed on anything before in my recollection. At least it was progress.

“You agree, Miss?”

I gulped, as I remembered Miss Lushbody getting ravaged by a group of males over her desk. I went weak at the knees again. “Alright,” I heard myself say in a squeaky kind of voice that sounded dangerously like female submission. But, what the hell was I agreeing to?

“I’ll draw something up,” said Billy taking control.

I opened my mouth to say something, but, nothing came out. I had lost the initiative and others were taking control. So, I found myself standing there, prettily, like a dumb Miss Lushbody.

My heart was beating so hard I started to get dizzy. And, how I managed to finish the lesson and get out of that classroom I will never know. But, essentially, I had pulled it off. Things were in motion.

From Day one, after our arrangement, everything changed. It was as though I had built a fire under them. All noise and chatter suddenly ceased; it became a thing of the past. Disruption was a no-no. Now they listened to every word I said. I couldn’t believe the change. I was on cloud nine as homework was dutifully handed in, discussion and debate was intelligent and generally to the point.

But, escort topkapı if I had been under any illusions as the reason for this change, Billy Jones put me right on that, one day after class. “It’s lust what’s done it Miss. They all want to see you strip naked.”

“Oh” I said.” Well …we’re all looking forward to it then.” (What else could I say?)

Weeks went by and the progress was nothing short of amazing. Even the half dozen lazy girls were caught up in it. They didn’t know anything, about what had been agreed of course, but, the atmosphere in the class was conducive to learning and that had benefited them. The boys were shushing them every time they started to talk.

Then Billy gave me the written paper. He said all the guys had agreed on it.

I started to read it on my lunch break in the staffroom, but, quickly decided to disappear into the ladies. I didn’t want anyone else to see me with it. In a cubicle, I took off my skirt and started to read. I was shocked; it was a boy’s charter for sexually exploiting their nieve blonde teacher. No wonder they were all working like demented beavers.

I was to strip, yes, that was still in there, but now, I had to remain naked until they gave me permission to put my clothes back on. They wanted a real good look at my naked body.

My imagination ran riot, and, before I knew it, my hand was reaching inside my panties seeking out my pussy. Whose fingers would get me there first, I wondered, Billy, Ray, Donny? It could be a gang-bang.

Ironically, it was the best piece of written work they had ever produced. Proof that they could actually write. And, some intelligence there if I was not mistaken.

My conclusion was that IF enough of these boys achieved academic success, they would definitely be trying to take liberties with me. That seemed to be the bottom line. But, maybe I was worrying unnecessarily. Academic geniuses they were not and passing exams for them was a tall order, given their school records.

Not wanting to think about it anymore, I put the document down. “Why don’t you just let the boys sort it out,” a little voice in my head seemed to say.

And, this particular dizzy blonde continued to masturbate, instead, now concentrating on her sensitive clit. I couldn’t remember the last time I had done this at work. It must have been the subject matter I had been reading about that was making me hot.

I sighed happily and leaned back on the toilet seat, my panties were off by then and my fingers busy…I was thinking of Donny…so cute and also of Billy, yes Billy, my favourite…oh, oh. My pussy was SO wet…

Time slipped by…

I looked at my watch, Jesus! How long had I been in here? Jumping up, I thrust their paper into my bag and put my skirt back on. My panties were on the floor and sopping and I just threw them into the waste basket as I ran out. Goodness, what would my husband think of me, if he knew about the deal with my students.

When I got back to my class, they were all watching me. I knew what they were waiting for. They wanted my agreement to what they had written.

They waited until the girls went to cookery. That was my cue. Was it a green light or what? They wanted to know. If I didn’t agree to what they had drawn up I knew that the deal was dead. We would be back to the dark days of mayhem, disruption and frustration. I couldn’t face that, but, on the other hand, I was risking well…what was I risking? It didn’t bear thinking about…

“Well Miss, what’s it to be?” Enquired young Billy Jones, impatiently. I felt nine pairs of eyes on me. Then my heart was pounding again, my throat dry as dust. I tried to speak but nothing came, I was feeling the pressure. Then, I heard that squeaky little girl voice again, coming from my own throat. Despite myself, It was the clear, but, unmistakeable, sound of female submission. “O.K. we can do this” my voice confirmed. My silliness in the toilet had all but destroyed my reasoning power. I hadn’t even read the damn thing properly.

They all roared. It was a sound that had resonated through the ages: A mix of male triumph and lust over the female species. It made me go weak at the knees.

Of course, they made me sign it; I wasn’t going to be left with any escape route. They wanted to pin me down; their own signatures were already on it: Participants in lust and desire. I read each name of my possible masters and visualised what they might do to me, I closed my eyes and felt an erotic shudder shiver through my body :-

Billy Jones, Ray Mullins, Dave Watkins, Donny Rollins, Frank Oates, Jack Kelsey, Pete Smith and Mike Dawson. (The other boy Isaac Rix was too spaced out to care)

They were all hoping to get a piece of me. First the full strip and then, well, there would be kissing and such, and, no doubt, anything that horny adolescents had in mind. And, I couldn’t complain because initially it had all been my idea. That was until they had taken it over and ran with it. At the time, it had seemed like a bit of harmless fun, something to get them going. I was sure it would never actually happen. But the guys were in control now, and had adapted it to suit them. It seemed much darker and sinister now. I should have objected and refused to go along with it. But it was too late. My fate was now in their hands.

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Just before the crack of dawn, Reef was jostled awake as Amber left the bed to find the restroom. Beside him, Jenna was snoring lightly. He rolled over to the warm vacant spot abandoned by Amber and realized his morning erection was already an event. When Amber returned, she used the light from her iphone to guide her. After spotting Reef in her area, she nudged him gently to make some space. Lackadaisically, he rolled back to the middle as Amber held up the blankets and sheet. As he repositioned himself onto his back, his dick stood up firmly causing a refreshing of Amber’s lust. Again, she nudged him, but this time to move back towards her. Without question he did, closed his eyes and sought to return to dream land.

Amber decided to take him elsewhere. She kneeled next to his hips and took his head into her warm wet mouth. With no rush, she started to bob her head up and down, slowly taking his cock further and further in. Reef thought he was dreaming a delightful dream that felt incredibly real. It wasn’t until Amber straddled his hips and lowered herself down while guiding his tool up into her that he chose to crack open one eye. Immediately, a smile sprouted from his lips.

With a finger glued to her lips, Amber indicated he should remain silent as she started to glide up and down his length. Sleepily, Reef reached out and fondled her tits. He was in dreamland. A blue-eyed goddess was smiling at him while tickling his penis with the pink velvet of her pussy. Her movements felt angel like. She looked much too beautiful to be riding his old wave thrashed body, thus forcing his smile to grow. Eventually, her hip movements became more rapid. She transitioned from sitting up, to laying her chest on him as her hips gyrated about. This allowed for Reef to whisper into her ear as he squeezed her firm bum.

“This is an amazing way to greet the day,” Reef seductively whispered into her ear.

“I know. Pull my ass down harder. I like it deep.” As he forced her hips down, he thrust his cock up firmly. “Yesss. Ohh, that’s good.”

“Someone wake up with something on their mind?”

“I just know sex in the morning is a little different and special. Oahhh, therrreee,” Amber moaned. “Those early morning rounds, ohh, yesss, mooorreee, produce a lot of cum.”

“You’re a bit more into sex then I thought.”

“Is that a problem?” Amber asked as her hips started to palpitate near a reckless state.

“No. A blessing.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Amber’s hips went into overdrive and awarded her efforts with a powerful orgasm. Her release didn’t slow Reef down. With both of his paws on her rear, he thrust up repeatedly. When he slipped a finger into Amber’s ass it brought out a deep moan.

Almost instantly, she started to fuck him anew. The two worked up a ferocious sweat as they went at each other.

“Fuckkk! Cumminggg!” Reef declared as he shot his dick up into her as far as possible. The pressure of his pubic bone on Amber’s clit, combined with the feel of Reef’s semen flooding her vagina resulted in Amber’s second orgasm.

Afterwards, the two lay together. Reef’s cock did not soften, so he sporadically pushed it up into her. “This is crazy. I’m such a bad girl.”

“I’d strongly disagree,” Reef replied as he again pushed his cock up into her embers. The two were quiet, not moving, just listening to the feelings their bodies were generating. “I’ve known you less than a day and all I want to do is lay in bed with you and have sex all day.”

“Do you do this often?”

“What?”

“Hook up with girls you pick up on the beach?”

“Never more than once a week,” Reef laughed quietly. Then added, “I’m too embarrassed to mention the last time I had sex. And I’m getting the feeling you two had this planned out the entire time.”

“What happens on vacation, stays on vacation,” Amber answered.

“I get it. In about five minutes, the alarm is going to wake up sleeping beauty over there. You still want to get wet, or we could all sleep in.”

“No! If we both are able to stand-up during our goofy week here it will totally be the frosting on the shit. Wanna have a little fun?”

“What do you have in mind,” Reef responded.

“Your cock is still fairly hard. Jenna is sleeping on her stomach. I’m going to sit just above her head then pull the sheet off her. I want you to carefully straddle her and push into her when the alarm goes off. When she raises up her head, I’m going to slide my vajayjay under her mouth. I think it needs some loving.”

“You are a naughty youngster. She won’t get mad?”

“No. She loves sex. Pretty much anytime, but I didn’t tell you that.”

“I’m game for the alarm fun. Last night, if someone asked who would have initiated this type of teasing, I’d have bet a million on Jenna,” Reef confessed.

“We are all complex people. Oh, and Reef?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t tempt me too much about laying in bed with you all day. I might just accept. And what would you do with me all day, every day?”

Reef didn’t respond. He was a bit stunned by the implications taksim escort of her last statement and convinced himself he misheard her. Amber didn’t allow him more than a few seconds to think about her statement, as she quietly positioned herself. With her thighs outstretched, she wiggled her midsection just underneath Jenna’s pillow. Then she lightly pulled away the blankets as Reef straddled Jenna’s rear and stroked his cock to attain a solid erection.

Amber switched off the alarm clock, grabbed her phone and set the alarm to sound in ten seconds. She flipped it around, so Reef could see the countdown. With three seconds remaining, he pressed his slickened cockhead to Jenna’s lips, just below the curve of her ass, and barely inserted it. When the ringer went off, he pressed it deeply into her.

“Wowww,” Jenna sighed as the buzzing forced her eyes open. Reflexively, she shoved her butt back towards Reef. She’d slept poorly most of the night. Waking often, and despite her attempts to focus on boring events she kept returning to the previous days sex and what would transpire over the ensuing week. It had been impossible to keep her fingers away from her crotch. In the early morning hours, she’d final fallen into a deep sleep only to be awakened by the annoying alarm and then a blessed cock filling her.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Reef’s penis gliding in and out of her. “That’s far better than coffee,” she mumbled. Her head then plopped onto the mattress as Amber yanked the pillow out from under her head. When Jenna eyes popped open, they were greeted with the pink creamy gash of her best friend. She couldn’t help but sprout a surprised smile. They’d been friends for years, occasionally Amber would speak about sex, but never pursued a guy or girl. And now, a fun sex loving nymph had emerged.

“Taste me,” Amber advised.

Promptly, Jenna flicked her tongue up and down Amber’s slit before pushing it into her. Jenna brought up her fingers to further part Amber’s puffy sex and requested Reef to place the pillow under her hips. With a smile she attached her mouth to Amber’s clit area and started to hum Amber’s favorite country song. Once Amber’s pelvis started to lift and raise, Jenna screwed two fingers into her and pushed her friend over the edge.

“Ohhh fuck babe, fuckkk. Eat me. Yessss. I’m cummmiinngggg,” Amber hissed. Her orgasm forced her head back against the wall, as one hand squeezed the blanket and the other firmly grasped Jenna’s blonde curls. A glimmer of sweat coated her face, chest and breasts, while one thigh twitched repetitively.

The event stimulated Reef to increase the pace of his thrusting in an effort to bring a similar joy to Jenna. As Amber’s orgasm faded, Jenna started to moan with each of Reef’s thrusts. He dipped his thumb alongside his cock and used her moisture to coat Jenna’s rear star. His thumb circled and massaged it for a spell, before he eased it into her.

“Oh yesss. I like that,” Jenna ranted between heavy breaths. It planted the seed in Reef’s mind that he should sample her ass during a later soiree. As the two continued their dance, Amber weaseled her way from under Jenna and repositioned herself down by Jenna’s bottom.

“Have her spread her legs apart and turn her sideways. I want to kiss her while you’re doing her,” Amber requested. The couple changed positions to allow access for Amber’s mouth. She didn’t hesitate to attach her lips to Jenna’s exposed clit and hummed some tune Reef didn’t recognize. It was a dozy. With attention to both of her openings, Reef squeezing a breast and Amber sending wicked vibrations through her clit she erupted.

“Auuggghhhhhh, augghhhhh ohh fuckk. Fuck, fuck, fuck … I’m … now! Aohh-ohhHHH.”

When Jenna’s experience was over, Reef pulled his cock and thumb from her holes. After a short recovery, Jenna complained, “Aren’t you going to finish?”

“Nah, had a hella of an orgasm a bit ago and we gotta go surf.”

“I knew I tasted cum in Amber. Just thought it was left over from yesterday or something. Damn, Amber you already fucked him this morning?”

“Yeah. I was super horny and when I came back from the restroom, I saw he was erect so I enjoyed myself.”

Reef lightly slapped both girls’ asses as he climbed out of his bed. “Come on girls, get your suits on and let’s go play with the ocean.”

“We just have our bikinis. Will that work?” Amber asked.

“You’ll be cold. I’ll grab some extra towels and blankets.” A few minutes later, Reef returned with a stuffed duffle bag. Plenty of towels, blankets and a tarp to toss on the sand, plus a thermos full of hot chocolate. Every ten minutes or so you guys should pop out, take a chill and warm up for the same amount of time. Cool?”

“Yeah. I’m so excited,” Jenna announced.

“Let’s get out of here. I’m still buzzing from this morning’s fun and could easily get distracted again,” Amber announced. The words sent a buzz through Reef’s cerebellum. He didn’t think ladies could ever be as horny as a guy, but these two were proving mecidiyeköy escort him wrong.

The threesome walked a few blocks down to the beach where Reef talked to them about reading waves, surf etiquette and had them work repeatedly on their pop-ups. While repeating Reef’s recommended pop-up technique a few other surfers appeared and headed out for the waves. One approached them.

“Hey brah,” a surfer called to Reef. “You giving lessons to shubies now?”

“Nah. These are my cousins. Flatlanders. Going to teach them why we love big blue so much.”

“Those sticks are antiques. If you want the real deal let me know,” and the guy headed off.

“Ignore him. He’s a snake with aggro. The ocean and waves belong to no one. Sometimes you set up a priority, but it’s gotta be cool. If anyone gives you shit, just wave if I’m not with you and let them know your Reef’s cousins. It’s all chill.”

“Wow, and just like that I’m into incest,” Jenna laughed.

“Give me a few more pop-ups. I texted a few friends too. They may show up a bit later. They’re usually part of the dawn patrol, but they were worked up last night, so may be morning shy. I asked them to bring girlfriends as they’d probably be great at tipping you too. Ok, let’s go get wet.”

Amber’s first thought as she entered the water was to declare the sport stupid and wrap herself up in the towels. It was cold, but once fully in her body seemed to adjust. In shoulder deep water, Reef had the ladies turn their boards inland and he gave them another set of instructions. Jenna went first, caught a small wave and got to her knees before toppling over. Amber didn’t have any greater luck.

Reef moved in a bit closer and had the ladies try on smaller waves. This time with a hefty push from Reef the two girls both stood in and rode the wave to shore. It reminded Reef of the first time he surfed and when they made it back out their smiles were contagious.

“Oh my god, that is amazing. Did it look like we were going fast?” Amber rattled off in machine gun fashion.

“Faster than light,” Reef answered. “Let’s do it again.” With the small waves the ladies made it up almost every time. Twenty minutes later, they were still exuberant, and also shaking. “Why don’t you take the next wave without any push from me, then hang on the beach to warm up. Both of you are getting too cold. Except it sure does make your nipples look nice.”

Amber and Jenna both responded by splashing water at Reef, then set up and paddled in catch a wave. He swam in, grabbed his board and headed out to surf. “I’ll check in after a few rides.”

The dry towels and hot chocolate seemed like a lifesaver. With time alone, it also gave Jenna and Amber time to chat. Both felt guilty about their carnal pleasures but agreed that since they’d already placed a foot in the pot, there was no need to stop. They also agreed that fucking a surfer beat the hell out of drunken snowflakes. This was followed by a spot of silence as the two gawked at Reef’s surfing ability.

“It would be so cool after a few days of learning if we could catch just one of those waves he’s on and ride it in. No fancy moves, just a sweet ride,” Jenna stated.

“I think I’ll stick to the little stuff.

Another ten minutes skipped by before Reef returned to the beach. “What are you ladies thinking?”

“About how horribly you’ve corrupted us, and what tourist spots we should skip to enjoy a little more of that corruption,” Jenna advised.

Reef ignored her as he spotted a group of five approaching. “Hey brahs, sup dudes?” he yelled out loudly. Three guys and two girls walked up, all with small boards and decked out in half-suits. They exchanged greetings and Reef introduced the gang to his two new female friends.

The new group consisted of Greg, Sunshine, Anna, Foxy and Axel. Greg was of average height, brown curly hair and looked fit. The tan lanky blonde, with long hair was Sunshine, while Axel was short, blue-eyed and looked like a runner. Anna was stunning. A thin, small breasted ebony princess who, the girls thought, must be a model. And the last one was Foxy, a curvy redhead who exuded confidence.

“It looks like Reef’s already got you wet. How’d it go?” Foxy asked.

“They did great. Both stood up.”

“It’s amazing. We never thought we’d ever surf,” Amber added.

“Foxy and I might be able to give you a few more tips. I give lessons on the weekends in the southland,” Anna noted.

“We can pay you,” Amber advised.

“No. You’re friends of Reef, so you’re friends of mine. But I’ll let you buy me a bevvie later. Well, maybe tomorrow. Afraid I’m still recovering.”

“Thank you. I promise we’ll get even somehow. At worst case, we’ll send out a bushel of fresh corn,” Jenna promised. The comment drew a chuckle form the crowd.

“How’s it out there?” Sunshine asked Reef.

“Mahn, it’s not going off at all,” he answered.

“Fuck! I was hoping for some nice sets. The word about all the men in graysuits has really thinned it out down here.”

The escort nişantaşı group chit-chatted for a bit, then headed out for some waves. Just before Reef swam off, Foxy asked him one more question. “Did you get them past the snappers?”

“Nah. But they’re having fun.”

“Leave it the professionals then. In a few days they’ll be out bopping you,” Anna declared. With a challenge hanging in the air, the group sipped back into the ocean. The guys heading further out, while the ladies focused on educating Jenna and Amber on catching larger waves. And lady luck prevailed, as towards mornings end, both “cousins” were regularly catching four footers without any assistance.

Shortly afterwards, the crew called it a day, but promised to meet the following morning for dawn patrol. When the two parties separated, Reef was blasted with questions about his friends, their relationships and the two girls. He avoided divulging many details and was content to call them cool pals who shared common interests and being happy.

The threesome returned to Reef’s place to shower and eat a meal he prepared. Next, they relocated to the girls’ pad and made plans for the rest of the day. A long nap was key, to be followed with shopping and an evening meal poolside. When they entered the vacation rental, all three undressed and collapsed in the master bedroom. The girls complained about their sore arms, so Reef explained what it meant to have noodle arms and they’d probably get a bit worse over their visit. This was followed with a moment of silence, interrupted only by a few snores.

Two hours later, the three woke up. Jenna started to fondle Reef’s unit, but he discouraged her and promised her there would be more fun later. He dressed in a hurry and advised the ladies he had to run a few errands. In addition, he gave them a few places where they could shop for beach and tourist items that were within 15 minutes via a car riding service. Amber and Jenna had a brief discussion on what shops they wanted to visit but elected to tan by the pool for thirty minutes before departing. They gave Reef a goodbye kiss, donned their bikinis and retreated to the pool area.

Reef made a few quick searches on his phone and wrote down a couple of addresses. He was just about to head out the door to walk back to his place for a few items when the girls slid open the glass door and popped in with their hands covering their mouths.

“You are not going to believe this,” Jenna exclaimed.

“Our neighbors, the cute couple I chatted with yesterday, are outside and doing it,” Amber let out with a suppressed smile.

“Doing what?”

“Bumping uglies,” Amber stated. “She’s a moaner and went on about not putting it in to far as his cock is too big. Oh, shit we could barely keep from laughing.”

“Why didn’t you take a peek and see for yourselves?” Reef questioned.

Amber and Jenna looked at each other and mischievously smiled together. They tipped over to the sliding glass door and silently glided it open. The two slipped outside, while Reef stuck his head out the door. Sure enough, moans of pleasure were emanating from their neighbors’ yard which brought a smile to his face.

The ladies tiptoed to a wooden table and carried it to the ivy coated wall. Jenna climbed up and took a quick peek, before getting off and helping Amber up. She watched for a moment and climbed down. The two, with hands over their mouths, returned inside.

“Oh, my gawd. He’s huge,” announced Jenna.

“It looks too big to be real, but I think it is. Imagine how that would feel inside you,” Amber suggested.

“I think Jenna already has. At least based on how far her nipples are sticking out.” Reef was correct in his prediction.

“Who wouldn’t think about how it would feel after seeing it?” Jenna asked.

“I didn’t. I totally get why she was telling him to go easy on her,” Amber contributed.

“Oh, bullshit. You would definitely give it a ride. Miss innocent isn’t so innocent I’m discovering.” Jenna approached her friend and extended a finger to Amber’s lips then slowly drew it down across both nipples and through the toe of her bikini. “I’d wager someone is even wet from the view.”

“Well not me,” advised Reef. “I’m off. Should be back in 2-3 hours. Have fun and, well, enjoy whatever you two decide to enjoy.” He exited the house as the two friends continued to tease one another.

After Reef left, the girls ventured outside again, but were disappointed by the silence. They swam a few laps, tanned for an hour and went out shopping for beach items. Reef’s outing was productive. His first stop was at a swimsuit shop that he knew carried a line of sensual bikinis. He managed to sneak a peek at their sizes earlier. In addition, he planned on stopping at an adult toy store for a few items. The last item on his list was to pick up a mountain of food, so he placed a to-go order at Tramonto—Reef’s favorite Italian spot in the neighborhood. If all went well, he’d be back in a couple of hours to pick up the grub.

His next stop was inland. At the swimsuit shop, he picked up two rash guards for the girls, along with a sky blue micro bikini for Amber and a tan one piece, with a thong, for Jenna that matched her hair. Each item was just a touch sheer, except once wet they became completely sheer. Reef anticipated a little fun with these items.

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I believe I’ve achieved my ultimate goal – I am a Dirty Old Man!

This is the thirteenth chapter in this series – I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it’s not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. All the active sexual participants in these stories are over 18.

For some reason, and for which I apologise this chapter bounces about a bit on the timeline, but I think it works so I’m not going to change it.

I can’t thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous chapters.

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Simone eased herself off me, using the towel to wipe up the mess of cum and her juices. We headed back to the bed and crawled in beside the sleeping Lisette. She stirred in her sleep and moved against me. Simone curled up on my other side, her leg resting over mine.

I lay back listening to the sounds of the water lapping against the hull of the boat, and the soft wheezes of my lovers as they drifted off to sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sunday started with a crash, waking the three of us up with a start. Literally a bang as the tray of coffee mugs Anna was carrying hit the floor. Anna had tripped over my trousers I’d left in a pile at the bottom of the bed, as she brought our morning coffee to us. Why is it, regardless of the situation women always seem to fold their clothes neatly, and men leave them where they fall?

The problem was none of us could jump out of the bed to help her as the sum of the clothes between us was zero. I somehow managed to snag a tee-shirt from the floor and it was immediately wrenched from my hands by Simone. She performed a shimmy under the covers before standing up, the tee-shirt falling to her mid thighs. She gathered a crying Anna from the floor and hugged her, kissing the tears away.

Kirsten appeared at the door and she tossed us a pair of towelling robes from the bathroom. Lise beat me to the bathroom and I heard the shower running as I helped my daughter clear up the mess. Simone came in carrying Anna on her hip and Anna held her arms out to me.

I took her and she whispered, “I’m sorry I broke the cups.”

“It’s not your fault darling,” I said as I kissed the top of her head. “It was mine, I shouldn’t have left my clothes lying on the floor.”

“You’re not angry with me?”

“No, of course I’m not. I love you.”

She looked at the dressing on my forearm and asked, “Are you hurt, did my father do this to you last night?” I looked at Simone for guidance in how to answer this thorny question.

She came to my aid and replied, “We don’t know how it happened. It’s just a scratch, but the doctor wanted to keep it covered so it doesn’t get infected.”

Lise appeared wrapped in a towel, rubbing her hair dry. She sniffed me and said pointedly, “You need a shower; I’ve left you some hot water.”

Simone said, “Too late it’s mine,” as she nipped behind me and into the bathroom

“Fu…dge,” I said as I caught myself, remembered Anna in my arms.

She smiled at me and giggled, “You were going to say a bad word weren’t you?”

I grinned back at her as I put her down. “Maybe, but I’m not going to tell you. Do you want to go and annoy you sister and help her with breakfast while I have a wash and get dressed?”

She smiled at me and nodded and disappeared off to the galley. I went into the bathroom and closed the doors. I slid into the shower behind an unsuspecting Simone and wrapped my arms around her. The hot water streamed over the pair of us.

“Gotcha,” I murmured.

She lent back into my arms pressing back against me and whispered, “You can catch me any time you want my love.”

I ran my hands down her slippery body, marvelling at the way the skin felt under my fingertips. I cupped her mons and she sighed and opened her legs, inviting me to slide my fingers between them.

“I just can’t get enough of you,” she sighed, and then she moaned as my fingers slid through the fine hair of her landing strip, then along her slit caressing her soft alluring kitty lips.

I leant back against the shower wall for support and she pushed back on to me. My firming cock nestled in the cleft between her buttocks and my fingers moved inside her seeking and finding her G-spot. My other hand was on the breast, my fingers pulling at her nipple. She moaned and whimpered as my fingers moved forcefully, fucking her, teasing her.

“Oh fuck, you sneaky bastard,” she gasped.

“Who me?” I murmured innocently as I nuzzled and nibbled the back of her neck.

“Yes, you bastard. You know just which of my buttons to press so I can’t resist you. Ohh fuck, that feels so good.” She sagged against me and I had to support her as she came, her cunt spasming around my fingers.

She lay back against me, letting me support her under the shower of water as she enjoyed the warm afterglow of her orgasm. She sighed and turned, her lips seeking mine in confirmation of our love. ataköy escort bayan Her hand dropped down between us and grasped my firm cock, squeezing the shaft and erotically pulling me back and forth. I groaned and picked her up. I needed to sink myself into her, my cock desperate for the warmth and tightness of her cunt.

“Fuck, I need you,” I groaned. She responded by squeezing tighter and rubbing my shaft along her wet slit.

I lifted her up and carried her out of the shower. I sat her down on the vanity pushing the makeup and lotion bottles out of the way. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, my fingers laced under her ass. Simone wrapped her legs around me and took hold of my throbbing hard cock. She teased herself, sliding the purple head back and forth along her swollen kitty lips. Gasping as she rubbed her clit before guiding the engorged head of my cock between her slick kitty lips so it sat at the entrance of her passage. I groaned as the sensations ran along my cock. With a quick thrust I pushed all the way in until our pubic bones ground together.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, “You’re so fucking tight.” There was no tenderness to my love making, just hard brutal thrusts. My hands clutched at her ass cheeks pulling her hard against me. For some reason, I knew this was the style of lovemaking we both wanted that morning.

All Simone could do was moan continuously, “Ohh…Ohh…Ohh…Ohh,” in rhythm to my movements. She was rolling her hips seeking to meet my thrusts. Her head was back, resting against the mirror behind her. Her eyes were glazed as she concentrated on the sensations radiating out from her vagina and creating explosions of pleasure throughout her body.

I felt her heels digging into my buttocks as she urged me to move faster and harder. Her anklet scrapped my side but I didn’t care. The heavy sensation in my balls grew as I neared my orgasm, thrusting harder, my balls slapping her ass. As I felt the burning start to surge through my cock, my thumb rubbed her hard clit sending her over the edge. I growled as my cum pulsed out, filling her. She cried out as the hot jism coated her cervix, her own orgasm racking her body.

A last hard thrust and I shuddered to a halt deep inside her, our mouths joined in a long passionate kiss. Her cunt continued to twitch milking the last drops of cum from me, making both of us gasp.

When I finally pulled out and stepped back, Simone slid of the worktop to her knees and sucked my deflating cock into her mouth. She smiled as she tasted the cocktail of our juices, and licking me clean. She stood up with a grin on her face and I kissed her, tasting us as my tongue invaded her mouth, sharing the last of our juices.

As I looked at her I watched as a streak of my cum trailed down the inside of her thigh. I ran my finger up collecting the juice and brought it up to our mouths for a last taste. Our tongues met and she sucked it into her mouth. She offered me the last of our cocktail and I claimed it with my tongue.

“I love you, I can’t imagine a life without you” I told her, and she wrapped her body round mine in agreement.

We jumped back under the shower to quickly clean up. There was no playing this time, just a long kiss. Five minutes later and looking a little sheepish we appeared in the galley. Simone had that wonderful glow that a post coital woman seems to exude. The three adults sitting at the breakfast bar eating toast, all gave us knowing looks. I could hear the children playing on the laptop in the wheel-house.

Lise grinned at both of us, her face raised for a kiss which she dually received from both of us.

She said, “I can still taste you. It’s a good job the kids couldn’t hear the pair of you!” Kirsten and Chrissy smirked at us, and I could feel my face reddening.

“What are we going to do today,” I asked hoping to change the subject.

Kirsten replied, “George and Rachael said they would drop by this morning to check that the kids were all ok. And I think that the police want to speak to us again this morning about the events at the restaurant last night.”

“So it looks like we are stuck here for the day,” I mused, “Any ideas about how we can keep Anna and Michael from getting bored?”

“I wouldn’t worry,” Chrissy said, “They are happy for the moment and if they get bored later Kirsty and I will take them out. Anna will like being with her new big sister.”

“Thank you darling,” Simone said.

I heard squeals of ‘Grandpapa and Auntie Rachael’ coming from the Wheelhouse and knew that George and Rachael had arrived. Moments later George appeared followed by Michael. Rachael entered the cabin a couple of moments later with Anna in her arms.

George and his daughter hugged and for the next hour or so we all discussed the events of last night while we waited for the police to arrive.

It was gone eleven o’clock by the time the police arrived. The senior officer from last night, a Capitaine Mioni istanbul escort and his Sargent sat down with us. Lise got us all coffee. We all went through our statements, and then he brought us up to date with the rest of the investigation. The doctors they had asked to evaluate Bernard believed that he had suffered a complete mental break down and most likely would not be fit to stand trial. He’d been transferred to a secure psychiatric hospital for further evaluation.

Simone looked relived, and then asked the question we’d all been thinking. “Do you think he intended to kill us?”

Capitaine Mioni gave one of those quintessential Gallic shrugs and said, “I don’t think we will ever know. But given how he acted we can assume that he wasn’t carrying the pistol for self-protection.”

I asked, “Are we free to leave St Raphael, I’d like to move the boat downstream this afternoon if that ok.”

“Yes that’s fine; we have all the details we need.”

The two policemen stood and George and I escorted them off Rosie. As the Capitaine was about to get in his car I asked if it would be alright if we wanted to leave the country for a holiday in a week or so. The good news was it would be fine but we would need to let them know where we would be in case they needed to contact us. At least our week in Dubai was still on.

We sat down on a bench on the bank for a few minutes; I think we both needed a few moments reflection.

I said, “I have to go to Dubai for business, I want to take Simone with me. Can you and Rachael look after the children while we are away?”

“Of course we can, when do you need to go?

“In ten days’ time, we will be there for a week. I need to visit Pete and Angie and deal with some of the family financial issues that have built up while I’ve been out of touch.”

We returned to the boat and I retrieved the laptop and sat down in the wheel-house. I opened the Air France web site and booked the flights for the three of us. To my embarrassment I needed to check with Simone and Lisette what their full names were for the bookings. They both gave me a hard time for that, and they were right for as Simone said ‘We’re good enough to make love to yet you don’t know our names’. Of course I challenged them about mine that was not one of my better ideas. They reeled off my names, and then a bunch of other facts about me – things I didn’t know about them. My daughter grinned at my embarrassment and I suspect she was the author of my downfall.

For future reference Simone is the Contessa Simone Helena Rachael Laurent-Duval and Lise is Lisette Nicole Thierry.

It’s was nice that for once I didn’t have to worry about the money so I booked us all first class seats. Simone and I would be flying out on the Wednesday, and because of her classes Lisette would fly out on the Friday to join us for the week-end.

I had a worrying thought that had been bouncing around my head since Saturday night and I picked up my iPhone and called Pete to ask his opinion.

He answered on the second ring, “Andy mate, it’s good that you phoned. I was going to call you later today. You and Simone are still coming over aren’t you?”

“We are, and Lisette’s going to join us for the weekend, it’s her birthday on the Saturday and we want to do something special for her. I just wanted to let you know our plans. I sorta wanted to know if I’m going to get any free time or is Angie going to be claiming all of it?”

“Well that’s why we were going to call; we just got the confirmation today. Angie’s pregnant, of course that’s not going to stop her wanting you.”

“Shit, that’s great news Pete, I’m so happy for both of you.” I broke out into a smile a mile wide that I wished Pete and Angie could see.

“I know she wants to talk to you, but I want you to know I’m really grateful for everything you did. Hang on she’s picking up the extension.”

Then I heard Angie’s voice, she was almost shouting in glee. “We’re going to have a baby, thank you, thank you, I love you.” You could physically feel the happiness in her voice.

I grinned down the phone line, “I’m so happy for you two.” I just couldn’t resist teasing her. “I suppose that means I can cancel our trip as you don’t need my little swimmers any more.”

This time she did shout down the phone, “Don’t you fucking dare! My egg may not need you but I sure as shit do.” Then she calmed down a bit and said, “You are joking aren’t you, you are still coming. Please tell me you are?”

“Of course we are coming, we’ll be there Wednesday week, and I need you to organise a birthday party for Lise for the Saturday.”

“Is she coming too…duh stupid question she must be if you are asking that. What do you want for her?”

“She can’t come for the whole trip, just the weekend. We’d like to make her birthday special, it’s her twentieth. She also wanted to get a feel for ‘The Family’ on this trip, so I’ll leave that to your imagination.”

“Hmm, escort merter I think I know the perfect place and I’ll invite some of our friends. Fiona and Steve are going to be here so we can all get together. I know they want to see you and meet Simone and Lise. I saw Kirsten posted the news about you three on the family page.”

“And…?”

“And nothing doofus, I think it’s great news. Do you want to stay with us; we’ve got lots of room.”

“Hmm, I was thinking that we could book a suite at the Burj and we could all stay there.”

Pete said, “The Burj’s not cheap mate.”

“Well, I was thinking that A&R investments could cover the costs for its chairman.”

I could hear Angie laughing in the background as Pete spluttered down the phone. “Shit, I knew you weren’t going to let us get away with that.”

Angie said, “Don’t worry we will book you a suite.”

“Make sure it’s a two bedroom one, remember I said all of us should stay there, and I do mean ALL.”

Angie went, “Ohh yes, play time,” and Pete just gulped, I laughed at them.

There was still the item I’d called Pete to discuss, “Err Pete, we had a bit of an incident last night. Bernard attacked us at the restaurant; he took a couple of shots at us…”

“What was anyone hurt,” he interrupted, and I could hear Angie trying to talk over him.

“No, we’re all fine, a couple of scrapes and bruises. He’s been locked up for psychiatric evaluation; I’m just wondering does that make any difference to the divorce proceedings.”

Pete replied, “No, I don’t think so, he’s already signed the documents so it shouldn’t make any difference. Look Angie’s going to check right away with our legal department.” I could hear her voice in the background shouting questions. I’d forgotten that Sunday was a working day in Dubai.

While we were waiting for the answers, I described the events of last night to Pete. It was a couple of minutes before she got back to us.

“It’s going to be fine,” she said. “All the documents have been signed and his solicitors have returned them to us. They just need to go to the courts to be registered and that is a formality that isn’t affected by his current situation. Four weeks and the divorce will be final.”

I said with relief coursing through my body, “Shit, that’s good news; I had this horrendous thought everything was going to be put on hold.”

I took the phone with me as I went below deck to the main cabin. I announced to everyone, “Angie’s pregnant,” and I put her on speaker phone so we could all congratulate the pair of them.

While the others talked to Pete and Angie, Simone put her arm around me and rested her head on my shoulder. She said, “You know you did a good thing don’t you. It took me a while to understand how important it was to them that it wasn’t an anonymous donor that helped them. It had to be someone that they both loved, and for them that meant it could only be you.”

Kirsten brought my phone back to me, and gave me a kiss, “So I’m going to have a half brother or sister.”

“True,” I said, “but you know that this is going to be their baby not mine. It’s going to be their decision if they ever tell the child the role I played so don’t say anything without checking with them.”

“I know and I’ve promised them I won’t say anything, but,” and she smiled happily, “They want me to be one of the godparents!”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After all the events we’d ended up having to re-evaluate our plans for the week-end. Most of them we decided needed to be put on hold, so we had agreed to stay moored in St Raphael until the Monday morning. It wasn’t my first choice, but in the end it was the easiest. The children were due back to school on Monday and George was supposed to be picking them up. Lisette also had to leave in the morning; next week was the start of her second year at the Sorbonne.

We ended up having a very lazy, getting to know you, Sunday afternoon playing board and card games with the children. For the record Anna is a ruthless Monopoly player, and I’m never going to play cards for money against George or Lisette.

We wound up the afternoon with a visit to a local pizza restaurant, the children’s choice. After we had eaten, Michael and Anna decided, for some reason know only to them, that they wanted to stay with Rachael that night. I suspect they’d worked out that they would get an extra hour in bed in the morning if they stayed at Rachael’s. They got their mothers approval, I felt she agreed as it was Lisette’s last night and she wanted to make it special.

We went back to Rosie and packed their school books and bags. We hugged and kissed them. Then we waved them off with George and Rachael, with promises that we would all be there to watch Michael football match on Friday.

Kirsten and Christine decided they were going to drive down to Nice for a couple of nights to meet some friends. They were going to leave early Tuesday morning. They would be back late Thursday so we could all go to the match on Friday. Reading between the lines I think they had discussed between themselves that Simone and I needed some alone time. I had mixed feeling in that as much as I was going to miss them; I was really looking forward to some time alone with Simone.

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[revised 8/15/2017]

This story is kind of by-the-numbers. Five couples in various pairings through the night. But every person and every pairing is unique.

*

“We call it a swap-meet,” explained Helen. Her voice sounded small coming from the cell phone’s speaker. It lay between Stacy and her husband on the pillow, lighting their faces like a magic spell. They were pressed together face to face, separated by little more than the width of the phone. Their legs entwined, each rested a hand on the other’s hip.

Jared’s eyes glittered and he grinned at her. Stacy rolled her eyes. “Real original.”

The voice on the phone chuckled. “What do you wanna call it, musical beds? Or maybe a dick relay?”

Stacy eyed her husband. He and Helen were trying to talk her into her next swinging experience. The Lancasters had reminisced about her first experience from a little over a month earlier while making love. After cooling down from their first few rounds, Jared had called Helen, hoping to plan their next event.

As luck would have it, a plan was already in the works. “How many people are we talking?” asked Stacy.

“We always try to get five couples when we do it at our place. We have four bedrooms plus another bed in the basement playroom.”

Stacy scratched the side of her breast. It was just an idle itch but Jared watched her attentively. She felt the warm imprint of his manhood shift against her thigh. She made a face at him and slapped his arm gently. Men.

“What are the bedrooms for?” She asked Helen through the glowing piece of glass and silicon.

“What do you think?”

“Doesn’t everyone just get it on in your living room or whatever?”

Helen made a mock sound of impatience. “No. That’s how a swap meet is different. It’s not an orgy. It’s a series of pair-offs.”

“She’s making a face,” Jared told Helen. “Either she doesn’t get it or she wants more cocks.” He grinned at her.

Actually, Stacy was indeed thinking that a few pair-offs weren’t going to get her more cock than a night alone with her stud husband. She already had the best man around; if she was going to swing she wanted to increase the cock to pussy ratio.

Helen laughed genuinely. “Oh Stacy-cakes, I like the way your filthy mind works.”

There was a pause. They heard the older woman take a sip of something. “To be honest, these kind of nights are more for the guys. That’s the way it goes, you know. Sometimes one of the girls gets royally fucked in a gangbang, other times we give the guys a chance to sample more wares.”

“That’s right. You ladies have dues to pay.” Jared proclaimed. He got gently hit again.

Helen went on. “But a swap-meet is plenty of fun. And it’s not like we lock the bedrooms or anything. I like to peek in on others when there’s a down moment or two.” There was another pregnant pause.

“You said you’re setting up something for next weekend?” Stacy finally asked.

“Yep. Barbecue Saturday evening and then straight to bed for desert.”

Stacy’s eyes were drawn to Jared’s growing arousal. She ran a hand along his heated shaft and scratched playfully at his inflamed purple helmet. She couldn’t keep the grin from her lips. She could feel the familiar flush of heat rise in her chest and face, echoed by the damp slit between her legs. “Okay. I guess it’s selfish to keep this all to myself.”

After a few seconds of silence, Helen realized to what she was referring and cackled into the phone. “Damn right, girlfriend. That man of yours should be considered a national treasure.” She hung up and the man in question rolled on top of his wife with a growl.

*****

Stacy hadn’t seen the Pollard’s back yard before. The first thing she noticed was the eight-foot privacy fence. Well, she saw it from the big deck so technically that was the first thing she noticed. It’s deeply stained planks terraced across three levels. There actually wasn’t much yard left over.

Helen’s husband Frank was at Stacy’s side, hand on her hip. He’d welcomed her at the front door with a strong embrace while Helen pecked Jared on the lips. Frank’s hand had traced along Stacy’s back and patted her left buttock. Surprisingly, it made her feel very comfortable. She found Frank’s big, squared-off frame reassuring.

Now out on the deck, he let her pause to get her bearings. He saw her eyes linger over the covered Jacuzzi. “Sorry, no hot-tub tonight I’m afraid. Damn thing’s more trouble than it’s worth, to be honest.”

“It’s a money pit,” Helen added as she breezed by with pitchers of drinks. She set them out on a catering table and added. “We’re tearing it out in the fall, and I mean it this time.” Jared had followed her, carrying the dinner rolls and macaroni salad.

There were steaming heating pans on the tables; Stacy could smell the pork and beans. But she was more interested in the other people on the deck.

As promised, the night would include five couples in total. The Lancasters had been the last to arrive but had pulled in just moments beşiktaş escort after another young couple. Stacy saw them now. She knew they would be the Tomlinsons.

He was a sandy-haired beanpole, even taller than Frank. Probably thirty or so, he was wearing stylish tinted glasses and an open cream shirt over a dark tee. He had a prominent Adam’s apple but a handsome, slightly pinched face. His wife was at his side. She was… well, one word would be striking but not for the usual reasons.

The woman was rail thin and nearly six foot herself. Stacy’s eyes flickered down to her feet. Thin sandals… and a hell of a lot of leg.

She was pale as milk and had virtually no figure. She did have ink though. She had a flame-patterned sari around her hips and a light sun-shirt on over a barely legal black bikini. Stacy could make out some kind of web pattern over her shoulder and a big jungle cat curled around her exposed hip.

Her short, layered hair was black at the roots and fringed with scarlet. Stacy realized she was staring at the woman’s nose ring and tore her eyes away.

Frank suggested they get some drinks and started lighting Tiki torches at the edges of the deck. She saw Jared grab a hard cider but she didn’t want any alcohol. She generally didn’t drink and saw no reason to make an exception today. But there was ginger ale and coke. She went with the ginger ale just because it was something different.

She dropped her little overnight bag in a small pile of other bags and purses near the door.

Her eyes continued to rove as she popped the can open. Another couple had clearly been here a little while already and were sitting on lounges with tall mixed drinks. They were older, undoubtedly into their forties. She couldn’t be sure but the man looked to be under average in height. He was in a black short-sleeved shirt with half the buttons undone. There was a hint of steel at his temples and peppering his thick chest hair.

He had a look of someone that spent a lot of time outside. He was in conversation with Helen and some other guests and was gesturing strongly and laughing. Stacy wouldn’t give him a second look on the street but he moved with an energy she liked.

The woman on the lounger next to him had to be his wife. She was short; as short as Helen. But where their host had a whipcord thin, almost severe looking body, the woman on the lounger had plenty of padding.

Stacy liked her own body; it fit her. Subtle curves. Not athletic but on a good frame.

The woman on the lounger had broad hips, thick ass and thighs and breasts that seemed to cover most of her stomach. She must take care of herself somewhat though because that stomach was under control. It swelled, yes, but not enough to detract from her more attractive curves.

She had a dusky complexion and pitch black hair spread out in thick waves behind her head. Likely South American with a lot of Indian in her blood. She waved happily at Jared and blew him a kiss; apparently someone he had known in his prior swinging incarnation.

Jared gave her a happy smile and a nod back. His eyes glinted with interest. The woman didn’t have anyone’s idea of the perfect body but Stacy instantly saw her underlying allure. She was unabashedly and loudly WOMAN, someone who could be mother or bed-mate with equal dedication.

Or so were Stacy’s thoughts when looking at her. In truth, her mind had maybe been thrown off kilter by notions of the night’s festivities. And of the woman mounting her Jared and burying him in that bosom.

Those should be the McCoys then.

Jared brought her a loaded plate. He knew what she’d want. Pulled pork but no bun, a small mountain of pickles and green olives and German potato salad. She saw that his own plate had nearly as many pickles in a sandwich along with the pork. He’d opted for macaroni salad as well as beans.

So, that left one more couple to check out. They were over by a small bed of roses down in the remnant of a yard, the woman calling to Frank about something horticultural.

Hard to judge their ages but the woman looked to be the older of the two. Stacy blinked. She was actually much like Stacy if you added eight or ten years. Breasts a little bigger, hair much longer but more lightly colored into the auburn range. She was bent over, apparently feeling the rose buds. Stacy glanced at Jared and saw he’d noticed her as well. Her heart shaped ass was hard to ignore. Especially in yoga pants. Beneath which there was no underwear.

The man was in jeans and a tight muscle shirt. To better display his muscles. Obviously. He seemed a bit at a loss while his lady and Frank talked about the roses. ~He looks like arm candy,~ Stacy thought. He had a dark buzz cut and whenever he couldn’t think of what to do with his hands, he crossed his arms high over his chest.

It was a very military sort of posture but Stacy couldn’t help thinking “poser”. He seemed a gym rat with very specific ideas about machismo.

Again, bayrampaşa escort Stacy was leaping to conclusions but she did have a little intel on the matter.

That would be Felicity Harrow and her boyfriend. Helen had said the man, who wanted to be called Trey, had been attached to Felicity for about half a year and had been to a handful of functions. Helen grudgingly admitted he behaved himself but clearly didn’t care for the man.

Helen swept by again. The small older woman was in tight halter top. Her tiny chest didn’t have much to hold it up with but the stretch fabric clung nonetheless, ensuring her nipples showed clearly. Below she was in short white Capri pants and was barefoot.

The woman still fascinated Stacy. She knew Helen’s deep tan covered every inch of her spare body, right down to her shaved mons. Not that most of that was visible at the moment. There was no wasted flesh anywhere on that body; it’s like Mrs. Pollard’s raw intensity just wouldn’t allow it to linger.

She was a freaking heart surgeon, well respected in her field. The epitome of work hard, play hard; she was in her mid-forties. Helen Pollard did everything 200% to the point that she was a little mad.

It made Stacy shiver to remember what that woman had done to her. Helen had said tonight would be tame by comparison. That was probably a good thing. Stacy Lancaster still wasn’t sure of her own appetites and limitations or lack thereof. She was a little afraid that someone like Helen could pull her down into a depraved rabbit hole of uninhibited hunger.

Stacy didn’t want to be a user of people or a toy herself, regardless of the pleasures that offered. But she also didn’t want to completely shut herself off from those more interesting aspects of her personality. She didn’t know yet if there was a good balance to be found or where it might lie.

She clasped Jared’s hand to hers briefly as they found seats and joined the conversation. If nothing else, she knew he had her back in all things. She was determined to enjoy the night and not over-think things.

****

Stacy and Jared had a chance to chat at least a little bit with all the other couples during dinner. William McCoy intrigued her. The stout man had a masculine energy she hadn’t encountered before. Boyish but tempered by confidence. Knowing they would be sharing a bed sometime that night probably had a lot to do with her fascination. She couldn’t get the idea of his hands and lips all over her out of her head.

George Tomlinson interested her for different reasons. He and his wife Bethany (or “Beth”) had been pretty quiet. None of the guys were too shy about checking out the ladies but George seemed continuously mesmerized by every hip and breast. He was constantly adjusting the front of his slacks but couldn’t hide the lump there.

He looked like he knew he was about to get eaten alive and it made Stacy want to tear off a chunk for herself. Again, the general air of sexual tension and knowledge that she would be fucking each of these men was allowing her deeper urges free rein.

Trey was an undeniable hunk but was almost as quiet as the Tomlinsons. Definitely a boy toy. It turned out Felicity was a lawyer and Trey a personal trainer. Practically a cliche. Stacy figured Trey would be good for a roll in the hay but she was actually more interested in Felicity. The woman spent time on William’s lap, his hand under her shirt as if nothing unusual was happening. His wife, Gloria, stroked Felicity’s thigh fondly watching them, a drink in her other hand. They’d clearly been friends for a while.

Stacy couldn’t get a read on how Trey felt about that.

She leaned against Jared, hand on his knee. They’d both set their plates aside and relaxed in the fading dusk. The Tiki torches sent thin smudges of soot skyward. Their flickering orange light became visible dancing across the guests.

“Okay, boy’s and girls, I hope no one over-did it on dinner. We don’t want anyone feeling bloated.” Helen said, gathering the couples together. She clapped her hands. “We’re doing this boudoir style tonight. That means each lady gets a bed and each of the gentlemen will come to her at the appointed time.”

Frank said, “I’ll keep the guys out here for a bit while Helen gets you girls settled in your lairs.”

The couples made murmured partings, all exchanging brief kisses. Jared patted her ass as she turned away into the house. The women all collected their bags.

“Frank and I will come around after each period to escort the guys to where they need to be.” She said, gathering the girls in the kitchen for a moment. “We’ll start out at about an hour each but things slow down as the night progresses so we play it by ear.” She looked at Stacy. “There’s a bathroom in this hall here and one off the master bedroom, if you need it. There’s also one in the basement.”

She gestured for Felicity to follow her down a short hallway. “Elle, I’m going to put you in the Kamasutra room.” Curious, Stacy escort avcılar followed and peeked into the room. Deep orange lampshades on each bedside light made the room dark but inviting. A dresser supported a large mirror and on two walls there were silhouette prints of couples in intimate embrace.

The lawyer took the doctor aside in the room for a quiet talk. It looked like Felicity was explaining something to her host, or asking for something. Helen was slowly shaking her head through most of the conversation but in the end, she shrugged and nodded. Elle handed her a couple small items which Helen discreetly pocketed. They pecked each other on the lips and the hostess gave Stacy a “don’t worry about it” smile as she stepped back into the hallway and closed the door.

“The night stands all have supplies,” Helen said. She glanced at Stacy. “Toys and lube and a few other things” she explained. She beckoned the willowy Bethanne. Helen barely came up to her shoulder. “The animal room for you I think, hon.” Stacy tagged along again. She was going to just assume the two rugs, three pillows and comforter were all fake fur. Everything was leopard and tiger prints, the lighting a little brighter than the previous room.

Helen was apparently leaving Stacy for last. They dropped Gloria off in the royalty room. The walls had thick hangings and the bed was a big four-poster affair with a canopy.

In the other wing of the house, another hallway ended in a single room. “I saved our room for you, Stacy-cakes.”

The master bedroom was spacious and had a large sunken tub in one windowed corner. The windows ran floor to ceiling and were tinted, the shade suggesting to Stacy that there were mirrored from the outside. “Wow,” was all Stacy could say. The view wasn’t stunning but a few of taller buildings downtown were visible against the horizon. She spun around looking. The attached bath had a large, glassed in shower stall as well. There was a full sized couch against one wall and huge king sized bed with an intricate and heavily built headboard.

“Glad you like it.” Helen came close and put her arms around Stacy’s waist. “How are the teacups doing?” she asked, peering at the tips of Stacy’s breasts. She wore no bra under the halter and her puffy nipples were very visible now. “Yeah, looks like you’re ready to have fun.” Helen ran her hands across the soft peaks and turned her face up to Stacy.

The small, lean doctor made Stacy feel so soft and womanly. Helen’s slightly parted lips were an invitation and Stacy bent to accept it. Their tongues played for a moment. “Honey, I’m not going to pretend to know you but I think I have you partially figured out. Jared’s told me you can be a demanding hellcat in bed. Which is awesome. And coming from him, I know it’s not hot air.”

“Before Jared, I really had to control myself. My expectations.” Stacy admitted.

Helen nodded. “I need you to be a little careful about that tonight. These are good guys but they’re going to have to pace themselves and I am being nothing but truthful when I say none of them are the man Jared is. I need you to manage your expectations tonight.”

Stacy pouted and she wasn’t acting. Helen patted her cheek. “I get it. Lord knows I can be a bitch in bed myself. And there’s a time and a place for being a raging lust beast that demands more than a man can give. Aside from the lust and the pleasure itself, there’s power there. But not tonight please dear.”

Stacy sighed. “Fine. I get it.” Helen squeezed her ass and playfully bit her chin before turning to go.

Mrs. Lancaster pulled gossamer from her bag.

*****

The men killed a couple minutes shooting the breeze out on the deck. When it was time, Frank guided them toward the first assignations of the night.

Frank left Jared to knock softly at the door to the animal room. “Come in,” called a soft voice. He turned the knob and pushed.

Bethany Tomlinson’s pale body stretched languidly across the orange and black pelt on the big bed. The tiny black G-string wasn’t imaginative but it was striking. Her legs just went on forever. Jared closed the door behind him as Beth ran her hand through her hair and down her body. “Hey handsome, am I going to be enough woman for you?”

Jared just let himself gaze at her. Beth liked the way his eyes burned across her body. She really liked it. She squirmed, unable to completely contain her excitement. She had a life-long problem of craving the attention of men. Intellectually, she was a liberated and progressive woman, just starting to make headway in a career as a technical writer. That’s what she wanted for her life and had worked hard to achieve it.

But whenever a guy looked at her as a sex object, well, she ate it up. It was almost an addiction. Something she knew wasn’t good for her but gave her such a thrill.

Swinging was a way to indulge the urge. She gave herself license to flaunt her body and stoke the fires that she lit in men’s gaze. Her spare and elongated frame wasn’t classically sexy but she had discovered that being exotic had its own appeal to many, many men.

Also, Beth was no tease. When she fed the flames, she didn’t hold anything back. Physical touch was an even bigger turn on than heated gazes. The excitement of being lusted for made Bethany very horny and ready.

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AUTHOR’S NOTES:

This is part of my Neil and Debbie series. Deb and I write our stories together. Her memory is better than mine, and I put the words ‘on paper’. This narrative has elements of our real life experiences, occasionally spiced with fantasy. You might be able to guess which is which.

The hottest action is near the end of the story.

All characters are (well) over the age of eighteen.

* * * * *

It’s amazing how a forty-five minute drive can transport you back two hundred years.

As I piloted Debbie’s XC90 up the endless turns and switchbacks of “Appalachian Trail Drive”, I clicked the four buttons that would open all of the Volvo’s windows, and reached up to open the sunroof.

We inhaled the musty odor of damp soil and humus, the occasional sweet fragrance of a wild rose, and the coffee-bean hint of a far distant skunk. The trees closed over us and we drove through a sun-dappled tunnel of maple, birch, and ash. As the road’s elevation increased chestnuts and red oaks towered above us through the open roof, while last year’s fall foliage decomposed into rich earthy mulch at their base.

“Makes me wonder why we live and work where we do, doesn’t it?” asked Deb. “Wouldn’t a cabin deep in these woods be just perfect?”

I reached for her hand and squeezed. “It’s still one of our retirement options,” I reminded her. “Remember the list we made?”

“Yes, but retirement is, what…a hundred years away?”

“Less than twenty,” I corrected her. “And less than fifteen years if we’re lucky.”

We’d left home less than an hour ago, and we were both awestruck by the stark contrast between the pastoral forests of the Shenandoah region, and the urban sprawl that is northern Virginia.

Our not-quite-McMansion was in one of the nation’s busiest business hubs. The picture-perfect planned neighborhood we called home was shoehorned into an area surrounded by countless government contractors and the hub of the military industrial complex. Two dozen Fortune-500 companies were headquartered within a few miles from us, and nine of the twenty highest-mean-income American cities are in suburban Washington.

The cost of living in our area is insane and the pace of life is frenetic—which had driven my wife and me to a long weekend of hiking along through the forests that line the Appalachian Trail.

“Seriously, though,” she asked. “Could you live out here? It’s so isolated!”

The big tires cracked fallen twigs, and indianagrass brushed the side mirrors as the road narrowed. “In a heartbeat,” I answered.

We could hear woodpeckers hammering at dried bark, and as we rounded a sharp left-hand turn a deer flicked its white tail at us and scampered soundlessly into the bushes.

“Is isolation such a bad thing? Think about it…we could find a place that’s completely private, which would suit our nudist lifestyle. As long there’s some place with shops and restaurants within a fifteen-minute drive…what else would we need?”

“I don’t know, Neil,” she said as the roofline of the Blackburn Center came into view. “There’s a lot to consider-“

“Let’s discuss it after the hike.”

We parked, hauled out our well-used backpacks and hiking poles and did a last-minute check. Cell phones off to preserve the batteries. Hiking boot laces tied tight and tucked out of the way. We made our way to the trailhead, passed the Blackburn shelter, and headed north along the Appalachian Trail.

The logistics of getting my car to the Washington Monument State Park in Maryland this morning had been complex and had cost us half day. It was getting late now, but that wouldn’t be a problem. We planned to spend the night at the David Lesser shelter just short three miles north, and we would set off on a tough fifteen miles tomorrow. The sun sets well after 8:00 pm in late May, so we had plenty of time.

The state line for West Virginia was probably a few hundred yards to our left, and the winding Shenandoah River was less than two miles west. We’d planned this hike for a long time, and although we were less than an hour from home and work, we couldn’t be further away.

Yes, I could live here.

When the path is narrow, I usually let Debbie hike ahead of me. She can set the pace, and of course, I get to enjoy the view of her heart-shaped butt and her athletic legs. But the trail was wide here and we walked side by side.

“You recognize this part of the trail?” I asked as we settled into an easy pace. “We’ve been here before.”

“No way'” she gasped. “Is this…are we going to the same shelter?”

“Yep. Hard to think that it was more than two decades ago, but yes, this THE shelter.”

“I don’t suppose we’ll have the same surprise as last time,” she laughed.

* * * * *

It must have been twenty-four years ago. Debbie and I had been engaged for a few months, and our wedding was set for early the next year. At the time I had lofty plans of section-hiking the entire Appalachian Trail, and I’d brought my sexy young bride-to-be on a part of the trail topkapı escort that was new to me.

We’d slogged northward through fourteen very hot, tough miles. Debbie wasn’t yet an experienced hiker. Her feet were killing her and all she wanted to do was pull her boots off and lie down. At last we approached the David Lesser Memorial shelter where we would camp for the night. I would give my fiancé a foot massage and apply new moleskin protection to her heels in the morning, before setting off for Harpers Ferry.

As we turned off the main trail it was obvious that we wouldn’t be alone. A fire was smoldering in a pit and there were faint, unintelligible noises.

I gasped and grabbed Deb’s arm. “Shhh!” I urged in a harsh whisper. “Stop!”

“What’s wrong?” Her eyes darted around, looking for the bears or rattlers I’d advised her about before we left.

“Quiet. Come this way.” We stepped off the trail and pushed our way through the thicket until the open front of the three-sided wooden cabin came into view.

“Get down,” I urged her, and knelt quietly. I slipped my binoculars from my shoulder, dodged to get a clear view, spun the focus ring, and whispered “Bingo!”

“Dammit, Neil, what the hell-“

“Grab your binoculars. You’ll see,” I chuckled.

“Oh-my-God!”

“Shhh!”

I’d been right about the noises I’d heard. We’d almost stumbled into a hard-core love-in.

A young twenty-something guy was naked except for his hiking boots, and was balls-deep into a woman who was lying on what looked like an unrolled sleeping bag. A third, older guy leaned over her with his cock apparently half way down her throat.

We couldn’t see the woman’s face from this angle. She looked to be well padded, probably at least twenty years older than the stud who was now pumping into her with increased intensity, grunting loudly. Was the older guy her husband or boyfriend? She had one hand on her pussy, probably diddling her clit. The other hand stroked the cock that pushed its head against the inside of her cheek with a visible bulge.

“We can’t do this, Neil. This is spying. It’s wrong!”

“Shhh.”

“Babe, we need to leave.” Her binoculars were still glued to her eyes.

“And go where? We have no idea how long they’ll be-“

“Okay.”

I smiled. Deb’s late mother had raised her in what amounted to a home-spun finishing school. The family had been wealthy and Deb’s Mom would do anything to assimilate them into the upper levels of Washington, DC’s society. She’d crafted her twin daughters’ upbringing to give the impression that the family was from old-money. Emily Post manners, old-school values, the attitude of the untouchables.

“You’re a peeping Tom,” I teased.

“Shhh!”

The older guy yelled something unintelligible. He wrapped his fingers around the woman’s hand and pumped vigorously. We heard a loud “Ugh!”, and he jerked spasmodically. The woman slurped, took most of his cum in her mouth. He pulled his cock free and gave it three or four hard pumps, and a rope of semen crossed her breasts.

“Jeeezuz!” whispered Deb.

The woman played with the cum on her breasts, and in less than a minute, the younger guy’s grunts stopped and he froze, then pulled back, and emitting a feral yell he thrust almost violently into her pussy.

He stood there for a few moments, then stroked deliberately in and out a few times, and slowly withdrew. His flaccid penis was soaked in cum and we could see the sperm leaking from her, down to her ass crack.

The woman pulled her feet almost up to her butt cheeks, spread her knees still further, and rubbed furiously at her clit. The older guy leaned over and sucked her right nipple and the younger guy had reached for a towel and was wiping his genitals down.

We could see the action clearly from our vantage point. As the cum leaked from her she dabbed it up with her fingers and used it as a lube over her clit. Two fingers of her left hand held her hood open, and the fingers of her right hand were a blur as she masturbated herself to orgasm.

I looked over at Deb. Her breaths were quick and shallow, and the sweat on her brow wasn’t just from the hike. Her tired arms shook as she held the binoculars to her eyes.

“Having fun?” I whispered.

“Shhh!”

There was an unrestrained squeal, and I raised the glasses in time to see the woman pressing both hands to her vagina. Her back arched and her butt cheeks lifted several inches from the makeshift mattress.

She emitted another short yelp then collapsed, holding both hands protectively over her genitals. Her full breasts rose and fell as she panted.

“Time to get out of Dodge,” I said. Deb and I backed quietly out of the undergrowth and headed back toward the white blazes of the main trail.

Some time ago, a tree had fallen across the path a few hundred yards to the south. The maintenance volunteers from PATC had sawed away a gap to allow unrestricted passage to hikers, but right now, the trunk to fatih escort the west side provided a welcome bench. Deb and I sat, and as I handed her a water bottle, she gave me a strange look.

“What?” I asked.

“You called me a peeping Tom!” She accused.

“I don’t think wild horses could have ripped those binoculars away from you.”

“God…I know better than that.” She shook her head slowly. “But damn, that was something to see!”

“So you enjoyed being a peeping Tom?”

She just looked at me, then she threw hear head back and laughed. The musical peals of her laughter broke the tension, and we relaxed and waited.

It must have been ten minutes later when the young guy stepped into view. Dressed in hiking shorts a T-shirt and shouldering a full pack of gear he came up the side path, turned north, and strode out of sight away from us.

After another three or four minutes the older couple came up the side path and headed south, toward us. We sat there quietly, just a pair of fellow hikers relaxing over a water. As they passed us, I nodded and gave a cursory “How ya doin'” greeting. They returned the greeting with a smile, strode past, rounded a curve and were gone.

“Well that’s interesting,” exclaimed Deb. “The guy goes up that way, and the couple comes down this way?”

The scene at the hut never left us.

In twenty-plus years of marriage, we often speculated, joked, and fantasized about it.

Was it a chance encounter of three random, horny hikers who had sex and then parted ways? My theory was that the older couple had been fucking, the younger guy walked in on them and they invited him to join the fun.

Or did they know each other? And—was the older couple married?

Deb thought they’d camped together at the shelter for a few days, and got to know each other in the biblical sense. Or maybe they’d planned to meet for a tryst and then went their own ways?

And the question that always intrigued Debbie and fueled her private fantasies when she masturbated: What would have happened if I hadn’t heard the noises, and we’d barged in on the three-way?

In reality, we would have probably apologized and backed out as quickly as we could. But oh, the possibilities!

The David Lesser Memorial Shelter had occupied a mythical place in our intimate lives for over two decades.

* * * * *

Now, in a late May many years later, we’d be seeing the place for the first time since that strange experience.

Debbie and I had completed several dozen hikes in our married life. She preferred day hikes, and preferably not too strenuous. She was fit and strong and was a regular in the gym, but she didn’t have the hardened trail experience I’d gained from regular strenuous sorties and from climbing mountains.

Our friends accused us of being health and fitness freaks.

This weekend’s three-day excursion would be the toughest Deb had taken on in a few years, so I planned to go slowly and let her set the pace. But even at our casual gait, we were less than two miles in before we caught up with a group of four heavily laden hikers.

From the size of their packs they were obviously on a multi-day backpacking excursion, and I assumed they’d be heading for the same shelter we were. They looked like two couples, one in their twenties, and one perhaps in their late thirties.

“You guys also heading for the Lesser shelter?” I asked as we closed in on them.

“Yep. And I think we’re almost there. You too?” The older woman asked. She was a trim five-foot-nothing brunette with over-sized breasts and an easy smile.

“We are,” I answered. “We’re just on a three-day walk. Lesser, then Garvey, then to our car at the monument. You look pretty loaded up. You through-hiking?”

“They are.” She pointed her hiking pole at the younger couple. “My husband and I are section hiking, but we’re doing it two weeks at a time.”

There was the usual trail small-talk. How far along were they with their section hike? Did they have trail-names? How did they fare on the notoriously difficult “roller coaster” section of the trail, just south of Blackburn?

We arrived at the shelter fifteen minutes later. It was still essentially the same format that Deb and I had seen so long ago. A rustic three-sided cabin with a concrete floor and a wide deck overlooking the tent pads. But it had been rebuilt and had windows in the gables, and there was a separate shelter over a trestle table with benches.

Deb looked around, obviously remembering the strange three-way we’d seen here. Her gaze went out into the woods and I knew she was trying to identify the spot where we’d hidden and watched. I squeezed her hand, and whispered “what are you thinking about?”

She just smiled.

We formalized introductions. The older pair was Mac and Megan. She was olive skinned and elfin, and looked top-heavy with breasts that might have been surgically enhanced. She did most of the talking. He was a fireplug. Short, close-cropped blonde aksaray escort hair and ice-blue eyes, with the physique of a body builder.

“You former military, Mac?” I asked as we shook hands.

“Artillery. Were you also in?”

“Signals – but I was in the RAF.”

“I thought I detected an accent.” It’s rare for people to pick that up. I’d left Scotland and arrived in the USA in my early twenties and worked hard at losing any traces of the British lilt from my speech. “I spent two years as a foreign liaison at the 3rd in Albermarle, in Northumberland, England,” he explained.

The younger couple were physical therapists, who’d married soon after graduating a few years ago. Scott looked like the quintessential jock, tall with rangy legs and broad shoulders, and a square jaw with a cleft chin. I smiled as Debbie dragged out the introduction with small talk about his college (UNC) and where they lived (Raleigh, North Carolina). I estimated their age at mid- to late-twenties.

His wife Sarah was a tall, elegant redhead who’d enjoyed minor success as a basketball player before turning to physical therapy. She and Scott worked together, and had started their adventure at Springer Mountain in March. They’d met the older couple three days ago and planned to hike together to PenMar, the Pennsylvania / Maryland border on the Mason-Dixon line. Mac and Megan would end their hike there and head back home to New Jersey.

The overcast sky threatened rain, so we agreed that we’d all sleep in the shelter. Scott and I got a fire going. Someone had left an aluminum pot behind so Mac followed the signs and made the steep hike to the fresh water spring just a quarter of a mile away, scrubbed the pot clean, filled it, and brought it back to the shelter where he pumped the water through my filter and set it on a grid to boil.

The coffee he served would probably result in a health inspection if it had been served in a restaurant, but on the trail it tasted like heaven.

Dinner for Deb and me was a few protein bars, a few strips of beef jerky, and an apple each. As the sun went down, we joined the others at the trestle table and shared stories of the trail. Debbie produced a bag of cookies, which were appreciated, but it was the bottle of Kahlua coffee liqueur that made her the most popular hiker in camp.

The Kahlua was finished in less than an hour, and I didn’t tell them I’d packed a second bottle. It’s a heavy addition to any hiker’s pack, but long experience had shown me that a decent liqueur is always appreciated, it always loosens conversation, and it’s always worth the extra burden.

The conversation was lively and loud. The topics grew more bawdy. Megan was the life of the party with a quick wit and an easy laugh. She also seemed to be the most affected by the alcohol and any inhibitions were soon swept away as she told us that she and Mac were nudists, and kept us amused with stories of the reactions when she tells people about their lifestyle. Scott contributed tales of frat life. Streaking the sororities, strip poker games, and nude camping trips. Deb and I are nudists too, but we keep that to ourselves.

Deb nudged me and cast her eyes toward Scott and Sarah. It was impossible to be sure, but it seemed obvious to me that under cover of darkness, Scott’s hand was wandering up Sarah’s thigh under the table. I watched them from the corner of my eye as Megan entertained us with a story of her and Mac and half a dozen other Appalachian Trail hikers being caught by a park ranger while bathing nude in a river in South Carolina. Sarah gave a brief gasp, and Deb nudged me again. Megan paused at the end of her latest story.

“So tomorrow,” Mac said, abruptly changing the subject. “I’d suggest we take off around seven o’clock.” Sarah stood quickly, straightened her hiking shorts, and started clearing the remnants of her and Scott’s dinner. The fire had died to a gentle glow but I was sure her face was flushed.

“Neil and Deborah, I hope you’ll be hiking with us?”

“Yes, we were hoping you’d be cool with that,” I answered.

The plans for the next day were quickly settled. Early start, lunch at Harpers Ferry after nine miles, a long rest after the stiff climb up to the Weverton Cliffs outlook, then the last few miles to the Ed Garvey shelter.

After cleaning up I laid out Deb’s and my self-inflating sleeping pads side by side and we all retired around 10:00 pm. Six people sleeping side-by-side made things pretty cozy. Sarah shone her flashlight on Debbie and I as we squeezed into our double sleeping bag. “Dammit, Scotty,” she exclaimed. “I want a sleeping bag like that!”

Megan sat up and shone another flashlight on us. “Me too! Mac, as soon as we get home, we’re ordering one of those!”

“Why?” He asked. “We just bought these!”

Sarah answered for her. “One word, Mac. Nookie!”

There was a roar of laughter, a brief round of “good nights”, and I heard snoring within minutes. Through the trees a new moon hovered close to the horizon and without flashlights, the darkness was almost complete.

There was a gentle rustle as Debbie and I quietly removed the PJ pants we’d brought. We always sleep nude. She turned her back to me and I spooned in behind her. My hard-on was nestled into her butt crack and up her back, and. I snaked my arm over her and cupped a breast, and gently massaged her nipple.

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*

As I stood in the center of my living room, naked, with a painful throbbing cock, considered my options. Leslie had just left me like this and although we had shared a great morning, I wasn’t done.

I thought about the Blonde voyeur from next door but was afraid to approach her. She had avidly watched Les and I but that didn’t positively open the door for me.

I heard movement in her driveway and peaked out the window to see what was up. Still naked I had to be careful that someone new wasn’t arriving that didn’t share my liberated life style.

It was Blondie trying to move an obviously drunk guy from the back seat of her Audi roadster. Nice car, shitty situation. Being the proper gentlemen I put some clothes on and drifted over to see if I could be of any assistance.

She didn’t hear me approach and jumped when I did. I tried to calm her as I could tell she was pretty embarrassed due to her earlier voyeurism.

I quickly said: “Can I help; you look like you need a hand.”

Flustered she replied: “Yes thank you. This is my boyfriend and this is how he shows me a romantic week.”

We successfully got him from the car and to the cottage. I half carried, half dragged him thru the door as she held it.

“Where to?” I asked.

Still flustered she said: “I haven’t had much time to look around. Which bedroom is the closest to a bathroom?”

“Well the master, upstairs has a bath in it but he might be better off in one of the spares down here and there is a bath here too. Leave a light on so if he comes to he will quickly find it if he needs it and you might have some peace upstairs.”

We got him settled and went back into the living room where she still hadn’t relaxed and was very red cheeked with embarassedment.

Being true gentlemen I told her: “Look you saw something today that probably shocked you and while unfortunate can’t be unseen. How about we both pretend you never saw it?”

“I will never be able to forget what I saw.” She says but adds: “That was better than any porn I ever saw! If he ever sobers up maybe you can teach my boyfriend something about showing me a good time.”

Taking a second look at her I am hoping those red cheeks are from arousal not embarrassment.

“Can I offer you something to drink for the help getting him in?” She asks.

“It is a still a little early but, sure, whatever you are having.” I reply wondering just where this is going.

I settle in on the center of the couch leaving room for her and watch her mix the drinks. She makes two tumblers of rum and coke with a good dark rum and slices some lime. She knows good booze. From the rear I give her a good look over. A little over 5 two or so, long styled locks, narrow waist that flare out to a fine little tight ass.

It is then that I remember that there is a mirrored finish to the bar back and she is watching me check her out. Now it is my turn to be embarrassed.

As she turns, she now composed and in her element. She smiles and says: “So, it looks like we both like looking. Did you like what you see?”

If this is where things are going I am ready for it and quip: “Yes, very much. Did you enjoy what you saw today?”

“Oh yes, so much that I had to come in here and take things into my hands or hand as it was to climax things. Was that your girlfriend?” She says.

“No that was my ex-wife, we have a sort of special arrangement.” I say.

“Nice arrangement, she comes, you both cum and she leaves.” Now the smart ass.

She sits sideways on the couch close to me, hands me my drink and as she touches my knee says: “Things are moving pretty şişli escort fast here, how do you feel about that?”

With an eye on the room with her boyfriend in it and one on her I say:” Fast is fine with me but what about him and I have been calling you Blondie in my head, my name is John what’s’ yours?”

“He will be out until tomorrow, the shit head. We came up here for romance and see where our relationship was and I get this. It is going to make dumping him so much easier, tomorrow, or whenever I can get him out of here. And you should call me Stacie.” She replies.

“And if this dress was a little shorter you would know Blondie would be false.”

“Wow you are a little firecracker aren’t you?” I tell her.

She puts her drink down, leans closer and putting one hand behind my head pulls me into a wet kiss. I am thinking if this is any indication she must suck cock like a champ. Without breaking the kiss she runs the hand on my leg up and finds my hard cock. Squeezing and caressing it she looks into my eyes and asks: “Are you ready to give me some of what you gave your ex?”

“What about him?” I said nodding toward the bed room.

“Fuckit, you were pretty brave this afternoon (she lifts her dress up and spreading her legs shows me her beautiful down covered pussy) if you want this you have to take it here. He probably won’t wake. If he does he will still be drunk and you will be naked. Could be interesting.”

I think “fuckit it is” and roll to my knees between her legs and pull her ass to the edge of the couch and look at her sweet young pussy.

“Baby you look and smell wonderful! I bet you taste even better.” I marveled.

And she did, nothing like young pussy. As I leaned forward and inhaled her aroma I stuck my tongue out and licked her puss from opening up to clit. She shivered with pleasure.

“I thought all you young beauties shaved or were waxed or something?” I asked.

“Most do, but shithead over there thought this made me look more natural. Would you like me smooth?” She replied.

“No Stace, I would like you however you wanted to be. It is just one more part of your personality. Like who you vote for, worship or go to bed with. None of my business. But, I do love a hairy puss” I told her.

“So you wouldn’t care if I slept with girls?” she asked.

Shocked at how fast this young girl moves I say: “Why would I, I sleep with girls too, but it does make you hotter!”

“Yeah, but do you sleep with guys too?” she asked.

I paused and that was all she needed to know her answer. Before I could say anything she says: “You do! You are a dirty old man!”

“What can I say, I love sex and have learned not to put any foolish boundaries on myself. Who I have sex with does not define me, it is only part of me.” I say trying not to lose this moment that I want to happen but also want to be honest and hope it can lead to something more with her.

Trying to move beyond this awkwardness I am feeling I lean back into her puss and return to savoring it. She is so sweet and tasty I am really getting into it and she is too.

Before long she has my head in her hands and is holding it like I was going somewhere. She cries out and shudders with her orgasm.

“STACIE, is that you?” comes a voice from the other room.

She quickly pushes me away and pulling down her dress she says: “We will continue this soon, I have all week, but he might be waking. You better leave. She kisses me and heads to the bed room.

Feeling like an intruder I slink out the back door and safely home. This is the second woman today that has left me with a raging hard on. I am running down a mental list of my partners that won’t nişantaşı escort do the same and are available.

Leslie started this, Nina is working, and Sam…Sam has the day off, I wonder if he has made plans yet. It is noon; he could be off somewhere but worth a try.

Sam was the first guy I had sex with. He and his ex-wife showed me the pleasures of bisexuality and after their divorce he and I continued to play.

Calling his cell I find him.

“Hello douche bag what are you up to, or should I say who are you up to?” He jokes as he answers.

“Damn caller ID, I had hoped to give you a dirty surprise.” I tell him.

“So what is up? No good I bet.” He continues.

“Well bud, TWO, not one but TWO different women left me with a hard on today and it is only noon. Les was here for breakfast and before I could finish the second course she had to leave and my new neighbor was watching it all and wanted to try out the pussy eater and her boyfriend woke up before I could get my pants off!” I laughed.

“Well did you at least get her off, seeing’s as you are such a gentlemen and all? And boyfriend, are you cheating on me” He asks.

“Yeah, well a lot happened and she and I got to know a real lot about each other quickly. That happens when someone watches you have sex with someone else. Why don’t you get over here and while you are sucking me off I will tell you everything and if you do a real good job, I’ll suck your dick until you cry like a little girl.” I tell him.

“Sounds hot, but little girls don’t have dicks shit head. I guess I’ll have to shower and be there in 45 to show you the difference. Later.” And he hangs up before I can slam him back.

If some of our friends knew we fucked and sucked each other as much as we have over the years they would not believe it hearing the way we bust each other’s chops. But it is a simple friendship not limited or complicated by drama or petty feelings. We have known each other since childhood and it was only a simple progression from buds to suck buddies.

Wanting to be as ready for Sam as he seemed to want to be for me I took a quick shower and was just drying off when he walked through the door.

Seeing me naked he said: “You were really serious about being horney weren’t you buddy? Get over there in your favorite chair and let ole Sammy suck you off. “I” won’t leave you hard, when I am done with you, you won’t be able to touch your cock.”

I almost run to the chair and settle in. This is one of my favorite scenarios. Someone sucking my soft cock to orgasm or me doing it for someone else. My number one favorite is sucking a pussy covered cock to orgasm but this is pretty fucking good.

Sam starts to take his clothes off and I ask him:” Please wait, I want to do that and you might stay soft longer.” After all these years he knows how I like it.

So Sam settles in between my legs and using no hands sucks my soft cock into his hot mouth. He runs his tongue all over the crown as he sucks the short shaft with his lips tightly around it. As I get longer and harder he moves me in and out of his mouth and when I am full size he strokes my shaft when exposed. We are both about the same size hard, around 7 inches, both cut and completely shaved front and back. I favor an uncut cock, probably as I am cut but Sam’s is familiar and I am comfortable with it. He was my first and after all these years is my favorite.

I guess it is funny that I favor a shaved cock but a hairy cunt and ass on women.

As Sam gives me one of his wonderful blow jobs I tell him about the mornings events adding my feelings.

“Sam, it has been so long since I ate a young girl I almost forgot how special mecidiyeköy escort it is. Don’t get me wrong I love the women we fuck but there is something about new pussy or cock even. Especially new YOUNG pussy.’

“On another hot subject how do you feel about another threesome?” I ask.

Sam asks: “So are you ready to let ole Leslie see you suck me off?”

Sam knows almost everything about all of my partners and knows Les and I had almost explored my bisexuality.

“Well, she is not in my immediate plans, but this new young thing might be a great prospect.

Sam’s prowess at sucking has brought me to the brink and as I lift my ass off the chair I cum in his mouth. Shot after shot of hot cum goes down his throat.

“You were ready, weren’t you fucker, you usually last longer. And you came a bunch! Didn’t you say Leslie made you cum earlier?” He asks.

“Yea, that was the first time she really got into giving anal so it was especially hot, but her and Stacie both getting me hot and leaving me made me really ready for your wonderful mouth.” I tell him.

“Why don’t you let me give you some of the same pleasure? Where do you want this killing done?” I ask quoting Bob Dylan.

“OK, smart ass who said something about the “little death” for orgasm? He queries.

“Fucked if I know, I don’t do classics just Rock & Roll.” I say.

“Oh, you give a classic blow job and speaking of that are we going to do this?” Sam pushes.

“You like it on the bed don’t you? So, get your ass in there and I will curl your toes.” I say pulling his shirt over his head without even unbuttoning it. As we walk down the hall he steps out of his shoes leaving only his shorts on.

When we get to the bed he turns and I put my hand on his cock through his shorts. He is already hard. So much for starting from soft! Maybe later.

I unsnap his shorts and unzip him. His shorts fall and his fine hard cock snaps up to his navel. I kneel in front of him and take his cock in one hand and pull it down to take the first part into my mouth as I hold his nuts in my hand. I suck him in and out a few times and say: “Lay back bud and let me suck you off.” After all of these years we are quite graphic in our dialog.

As Sam gets comfortable I get between his legs spreading them. I push his legs up so I can get to his nuts and maybe more. I don’t always want anal but like to leave that door open. We have a way to let each other know if we are into it without embarrassing each other. It is awkward for me to actually say “I don’t want to be fucked now, but licking is still an option”.

Getting fucked is something very personal, the ultimate submission and I am not always into it. I only have let Sam fuck me and never when anyone else is with us. But Sammy, if possible, is a bigger slut than me, always up for anything. Rarely saying no, or not now.

But we are so comfortable with each other saying it or hearing it doesn’t alter the mood.

So today he is ready for anything and as I hold his shaft in one hand and with his cock head in my mouth, run my tongue all over it. I have his balls in my other but soon run my finger tips to his taint to check his mood. He squirms and moves his ass letting me know to explore further. I wet two fingers in my mouth sloppily and return to his anus.

I run my fingers over it and apply pressure. The slut he is they slide right in to the second knuckle. I know just how far in his prostate is, find it and massage it.

“You were right baby, my toes are curling!” Sam moans.

Only in very intimate moments do we use such terms of endearment and this makes me feel he is totally into this.

I speed up my sucking and fucking of his anus as I feel his cock throb as the first shot of cum shoots into my mouth. I like to let my male lovers enjoy the first few spews of their orgasm and then pull back a little to feel the cum hit my tongue as I do now.

After Sam has gotten his breath he shamelessly asks: “So tell me about this little wench next door and when can we begin to defile her?”

To be continued…

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You are at the cabin with your friends, enjoying the summer. It has been very nice, warm and sunny. You just came back from your morning run and decide that you need to get cleaned up but do not want to disturb anyone, since they are all still asleep; so you strip down and jump into the lake, diving under. You feel the coolness of the water against your hot sweaty skin, giving you goose bumps, the freedom of being naked in the water excites you and you decide to swim for a little while instead of washing up. You are enjoying yourself too much to leave the water.

What you don’t know is that I am watching you from the shore, I happened to arrive the night before; and to my surprise I find you next door. Once I saw that you were here, I stayed in the cabin, trying to decide if I should leave or not, I kept an eye next door trying to see who was with you. You told me that you were going on vacation but didn’t tell me where. However, I was curious, I didn’t see anyone but you and a few buddies so I decided to stay for the night.

But when I woke up the morning was so beautiful, I didn’t want to get dressed, knowing I was in the woods, I stepped outside and sat down on the steps to watch the sunrise. While sitting there, I decided it was too much of a risk, that I needed to leave; but then I saw you coming in from your run, you looked so sexy, and your cloths fit so much better then what I am used to seeing you wear. You do not wish to wear such tight fitting clothes to work. I see the sweat glistening against your skin, it makes me want to strip you naked and start licking you all over. I reach down, feeling how moist I am, my pussy starts to scream for attention. As I start rubbing my exposed pussy, I watch as you strip off your clothes, I start licking my lips. I want you to take them all off. I see you standing there naked, so hot. I wanted to run over to you and take you right then, but I can’t. How do I know that there isn’t someone we both know watching? So, I stay, watching and playing; then you dive into the water and start swimming.

As you swim, I see a glimpse of your dick, teasing me, it’s calling out for me. I continue to play with my pussy which is now so very wet, I can no longer restrain myself, I need more than just the rubbing, I slip my finger inside, moving it in and out imagining it is your dick. I keep my eyes open, watching you swim as I continue to play. The intensity of my pleasure getting higher, I feel the tingling from deep within, starting slow. “don’t stop, oh yes, fuck my pussy” my own voice surprising me. I stop for a moment making sure no one noticed, then I start right back up.

I am rubbing my hardened clit, then moving my fingers in then out of my wet pussy. I start moving them even faster, the tingling is threatening to envelop me, I move another finger into my pussy, moving the fingers apart from each other, stretching my pussy. “oh, yes” Now, I am moving my fingers more aggressively, I look back up and now you are floating on your back, your dick, I want it in my mouth, just the thought making me cum. I move my fingers deep within my pussy, holding them there until the tingling has subsided. I bring my fingers into my mouth, tasting my juices hoping the flavors will help me restrain myself, but this moment of pleasure hasn’t satisfied me enough, I need more. I need you.

I look around and see there still is no one in site, I notice you have moved to a more secluded spot on the lake, there are bushes blocking the view arnavutköy escort from your cabin. I take the opportunity to slip into the lake and quietly swim up to you.

I swim behind you, my fingers searching for your treasure and then I kiss your neck.

You quickly turn around to see who is assaulting you, as you move I feel how excited you are, your dick is already getting hard. Then you see me, startled you say “What are you doing here, are you following me?”

Surprised at the thought, I move away from you and say “No, I would never, I came to the cabin to relax from the stressful week, I noticed you were in the cabin next door. I was going to leave this morning but you distracted me.”

“If you want me to leave, I will” I say as I start to turn away, to go back to the shore, but you stop me. Pulling me hard into you, you say “I was thinking about you, and to my surprise you showed up”

You are now grabbing my ass, pulling me into your hardened dick. Feeling the pressure against my already sensitive clit, it is almost too much to bear. I need you within me. Closing my eyes to regain some of my concentration; once I am under more control I open them back up to see you smiling. Then you lean into me and start kissing me.

The taste of you, the feel of your dick against me is starting to overwhelm me again. Your hands start moving against my back, then in one quick movement, you slip your cock into my awaiting pussy. Gasping with pleasure, I lean my head back and you start kissing my neck. Fucking me. You are holding me tightly against you, moving me up and down your shaft. Each movement getting deeper and deeper.

I start moaning, my breathing getting heavier, feeling you inside, your arms around me, you kissing my neck.

My fantasy is coming true, getting to have you this weekend is what I wanted, the thoughts of you is why I needed to be alone, away from everyone. Then getting you, having you fucking me at this very moment is more than I can stand. Your aggression has excited me causing me to cum, my pussy tightening around your dick, trying to pull it in deeper, not wanting it to leave. The feeling exciting you even more.

You start moving faster, fucking me, moving your dick in farther, trying to bury yourself within the heaven that is before you. You start breathing quicker, you are holding me even tighter, forcing me farther down onto you.

The excitement is threatening to explode. I wrap my legs even tighter around your body, pulling you in deeper. My forceful movement to pull you in matching your movement to force your dick even farther inside. Moving in and out, faster and harder. Continuing, getting even more aggressive. Our moans getting louder, “fuck me, harder” I yell, causing you to move even faster.

“oh yes, fuck my pussy”

You continue moving me up and down your cock, you feel the wetness, the tightness. You know that I am so very excited. You start hoping that we are being watched. The thought brings you even closer, the cum threatening to release without your permission.

I start kissing you, and take one of your hands from around my body, bringing it to my tit; I want you to play with my nipple.

“Squeeze it, twist it, make it hurt” I say. “Fuck me even harder, slam into my pussy, and make it beg for forgiveness” moaning “fuck me, oh god yes”

The thought brings you even closer, and then you feel me cum, I am convulsing halkalı escort with pleasure; my pussy is pulling tightly against your dick. You feel the moisture, the heat and just as I am about to stop convulsing you release the load you have been holding onto. Deep within my pussy, I feel you shooting the treat; one I can only wish to taste at this moment.

You are pulsating within the depths of my pussy; each movement brings you closer and closer until finally you hit the spot that leaves me calling out in pure pleasure and I cum again. I am totally spent, collapsing in your arms.

You smile at my response, then give me a kiss on the neck, moving up my chin then kissing me, our tongues exploring each other; your fingers moving in my hair, your other hand on my back pulling me into you. We continue until we both need to breathe.

Once we have stopped for the moment, you look around and I whisper into your ear, “I made sure you were in a spot that can’t be seen from the cabin you are staying in before I joined you”

Frowning you say “too bad, my friends would have loved the show”

I look at you confused, you smile and say “these are buddies of mine from school; they would have loved to see me fucking you”

And with that you pull yourself from me, taking my hand and pull me to the shore. Once there you bring me out of the water. You stop to look at me, you lean in give me a kiss while bringing your hand down to my pussy, touching it gently; this movement causing me to take a deep breath in pleasure. At that moment you decide to give me a fantasy that I have told you about when we first got together.

You then say to me angrily “I will teach you to surprise me on a trip like this” still holding onto my hand you drag me naked towards the cabin. Noticing that not everyone was up you yell “hey, come out and see what I found while I was swimming”

I instantly turn red from embarrassment, my pussy tightens in response and releases even more juices, I start trying to pull myself into you to hide; but you wouldn’t let me, you step away then bring me to stand in front of you. Holding me by the shoulders you look at the group that has stepped out of the cabin and is now standing before me, staring and you say “the whore has told me she wants to be taught a lesson” then you toss me amongst the group of guys.

They instantly start touching me, grabbing me, groping. Then all of a sudden, one is behind me, ramming their dick into my tightened pussy, causing me to yell out. Just as I open my mouth another is shoving his into it. Then I feel you right next to me, you whisper into my ear “unless you want me to tell everyone that you willingly came here to fuck me, you better play along you fucking bitch”

A tear threatens at the corner of my eye, but I make it stop. I will not give you the satisfaction of knowing that you have just upset me.

You step back to watch, seeing me being fucked by one friend and sucking another. Then you tell the other two that I can take more. Now I have more wanting attention. I have one in my mouth one in a hand, one is fucking me from behind. After a while, you step in and stop them.

Pulling me to you I think you are going to save me from this embarrassment but instead you bring me down onto your lap and start fucking me. The excitement is overwhelming, the feeling of your hands on me, makes me forget everything. I am now riding you hard mahmutbey escort and fast, then another comes up behind me and starts fucking my ass, then another comes up and shoves his dick into my mouth. I am sucking two and being fucked by 2 others. My excitement is getting even greater, oh, I can’t contain the pleasure you are giving me. I feel your dick deep within me. Allowing me to be fucked by another and even letting me suck two others as well, it is beyond my wildest fantasies. You have read my mind, giving me exactly what I wanted. I am soaking wet with pleasure, I even start drooling. Continuing, you and your friends are getting even more aggressive. The one that is behind me, reaches around grabbing my nipple, and pinches hard, causing me to instantly tighten around both your dicks.

This instant response causes the one behind me to cum with pleasure, feeling him releasing his load within my ass, causes me to tighten even more around your dick, you feel the increased pressure, knowing what is about to come. You feel the heat rising, my heart racing, you feel the slight drying and at that moment, my hands around the cocks I am sucking tightens, my mouth starts watering even more, I increase the intensity of my movements. Going back and forth between the two cocks. Bouncing up and down onto your cock. The one still in my ass.

Then one cock cums in my mouth as I enjoy the treats, the other releases his load, drinking in the essence of both dicks, I can no longer fight back the overwhelming urge to release my own cum. Gushing over you, you feel my juices as they stream past your dick, down your ball and then down your ass. Once it reaches there you can’t hold on any longer and finally release cumming inside me.

Once you have finished, you pull me into you and give me another kiss. Then pull me away from you and say “we are not done with you yet” Then you look at your buddies, then let go of me.

I am now being pulled off of you and moved over to the porch, being forced over the railing, knocking the breathe from me, I no longer know where anyone is, all I know is someone is fucking me, and then someone is sticking their dick into my mouth, one after another this continues over and over. They keep switching, from fucking me then having me suck them, I loose complete track of time, I don’t know who is fucking me, or who I am sucking, all I know is you are sitting there watching me and jacking off. This continues to go on over the next several hours. Once you have gotten tired of the show, you look at your friends and say “ok, that’s enough”

Once they have finally cum, you come over to me grabbing my hand. I stand up, tired from the activities but always aware of your proximity, I instantly wrap my arms around you and start kissing you. You grab me by the face trying to get me to stop; once you do you look at me. I whisper “thank you” then pretend to start to cry.

You put your arms around me and walk me over to the cabin I was staying at. Once inside I let go of you and drop down onto the couch.

You look at me, once you see me look up at you and smile; you relax and sit down next to me. You say “I wasn’t sure you would really be alright with this, you have said you would love it but I wasn’t so sure”

Smiling I said “most definitely, let’s hope your friends can keep this quiet, we don’t want anyone finding out”

Then I say, “I will leave tonight, I really didn’t know you were staying here, I will find somewhere else to stay next time.”

You look at me and say “no, I would love for you to stay, we are here for a couple more days, you can enjoy anyone you want, or you can just enjoy me if you would prefer?”

Smiling I know what you want to hear and I say “I prefer you”

With that you pull me into you and hold me, while I rest from the morning activity.

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I sat cross-legged on the bed, idly flicking through an old magazine, glancing at the pictures but not really taking anything in. Through my open door, I could see my housemate in the bathroom down the hall, dancing and singing to herself in front of the mirror as she applied bright red lipstick. She was getting herself ready for a night on the town, as she did every Friday. She had on a pair of tight jean shorts and a pink, low-cut top that left her pierced bellybutton exposed. She stretched up on her tiptoes as she leaned towards the mirror and my gaze drifted down to her smooth, tight calves and bare feet. I’d never seen her do any exercise in all the time I’d known her, but dancing and partying had given her all the toning she needed for what was, undeniably, a killer body.

I felt a pang of jealousy, and tried my best to ignore her as she went through her ritual preparations. It wasn’t her appearance that I was envious of, I knew full well that when I wore my best dress, my cutest heels and my push-up bra I could give her a run for her money. It was how comfortable she looked in her own skin, how confidently she went about presenting herself to the world. Five minutes ago she’d been wearing sweat pants and a hoodie, and already she was applying the final touches to her make up. Most girls took that long just to decide on which underwear to put on, but she went to her wardrobe knowing exactly what she wanted.

I wondered to myself how I would feel, standing in a nightclub having spent only a few minutes getting ready. I’d probably be a nervous, quivering, self-conscious wreck – not someone who was ever going to be the life and soul of a party, or the centre of attention, like I knew my housemate always was. I could imagine myself pretending to look down at my phone in order to avoid interacting with anyone else, trying my hardest not to make eye contact and terrified at what people might be thinking about me. This was how it went on the rare occasions my housemate managed to persuade me to join her on her nights out, even if I’d spent hours dolling myself up. Most of the time she only made a half-hearted attempt to drag me along out of politeness. She knew we were very different people, and that she would probably end up leaving me on my own in the club in any case, as she went off to have fun with whoever caught her eye.

The doorbell rang, and she skipped down the hall to let in her date for the night. He was tall, at least a foot taller than my housemate, but she didn’t hesitate in stretching up to kiss him on the cheek. He grinned excitedly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the flat, not bothering to close the door. “I’ll just be a minute”, she said to him as she bounded back to her room to grab a pair of shoes. As she left, the guy noticed me out of the corner of his eye. “Hi”, he said, vaguely in my direction, before going back to ignoring me as my housemate returned, hopping as she pulled each foot into a pair of white pumps. She leaned against him for balance as she fiddled with an ankle bracelet, her hands grabbing onto his shoulder.

I inspected him up and down, as I did with all the guys I’d seen her greet like this. Like the rest, he was gorgeous, athletic, his hair was perfect, his clothes were immaculate…I felt the jealousy creeping back. She always got the guys I wished I could get. But they were strong, confident, outgoing – exactly like her, nothing like me. Why would this guy have any interest in some meek little wallflower like me? He’d probably already forgotten I existed.

The two of çapa escort them left the flat, slamming the door behind them and I could hear them practically running down the stairs of the building, eager to get their night underway.

“Bye”, I muttered grumpily at the empty hallway. As I returned to my magazine, the flat returned to the placid silence that would linger until my housemate returned the next morning. I felt resentful of her, for being what I couldn’t be and for rubbing it in my face like this every weekend. But I knew I would never do anything about it, this was just me, my life as it always would be.

I was submissive. I hated that word but I couldn’t honestly deny that it was a perfect description. I never did things, I just let things happen to me. Great, I thought, not just submissive but self-pitying too, what guy could possibly resist?

I realised I was wallowing in my own thoughts, it was going to be a long, boring night unless I found something to distract myself. I tossed the magazine back into the messy pile in the corner of my room and stomped into the kitchen. I knew my housemate kept some booze somewhere. It’s not like she’ll miss it, I convinced myself, she always has guys on hand to buy her all the drinks she could need.

I fumbled around in the freezer and found a bottle of store-brand vodka. I’d never been able to drink spirits neat, so I found a glass and poured some orange juice in first. I downed it as quickly as I could, I wasn’t interested in how it tasted, and I felt the effects right away. I made another, with a little more vodka this time, and took it back to my room.

Ok, I thought, I need cheering up, let’s find something funny. I got my laptop from the desk and laid back on my bed. Cat videos always made me smile, but then the words “cat lady” drifted up from my subconscious and I thought better of it. I eventually found a video of a bunch of guys parodying the film ‘300’. They were dressed in just hotpants and capes and were pretend-sword fighting in a variety of locations, occasionally yelling “Sparta!” at bemused onlookers.

One of the guys in particular caught my attention, he looked just like my housemate’s date, or at least I convinced myself he did. This guy, though, was practically naked and his shorts did not leave a thing to the imagination. I giggled to myself as I paused the video whenever he was pulling a pose. It had been shot in high definition, and I could make out his muscles in glorious, delicious detail. He may have been mocking ‘300’, but this guy would not have looked out of place alongside Gerard Butler and his buff buddies.

The video came to an end and without hesitation I clicked the replay button. I ended up doing this several times, and with each viewing the video became less amusing, but more arousing. The guys weren’t just hot, they were carefree and self-confident. They didn’t worry one bit about embarrassing themselves in public, as long as they were having fun. I was suddenly reminded of my own shortcomings and closed the video before I killed my own buzz.

I decided to watch a film instead. Inspired by the video, I searched for ‘300’, dimmed the bedroom light and wrapped myself up in the sheets. Thanks to the vodka and the guys in hotpants, I was already a little horny, and as I watched the slow-motion action of ripped soldiers swinging swords my mind began to conjure up all sorts of exciting images.

These guys were real men, I gushed to myself, they did what they wanted and fındıkzade escort they got what they wanted. They wouldn’t care if I was submissive or not, they would take whatever they needed from me regardless of whether I asked them, regardless of whether I let them. The feminist in me felt a twinge of shame at allowing myself this thought, but by now my feminism had taken a back seat and the thought remained in control.

300 men? There would be no point in resisting, I wouldn’t stand a chance. Better to give in, let them take me and not struggle. Who knows, maybe being submissive in the safe, sensible thing to do? I laughed at myself trying to justify my own burgeoning fantasy. I closed my eyes, ignoring the film, it had served its purpose. I pictured myself surrounded by dozens, fuck it, hundreds of men, closing in on me, reaching out to pull at my clothes, ripping them off. I imagined the sensation of countless hands grabbing my flesh, groping my breasts, pulling my hair, each trying to take a piece of me for themselves.

My own hands had already made their way down to my crotch and were tugging on the fabric of my pyjamas as I did my best to replicate my fantasy. I yanked the pants down to my ankles and kicked them off so that I could spread my legs as wide as possible, trying to get that irresistible sensation of being exposed and vulnerable. I imagined them being pulled to the side as the men surrounding me jostled with each other, stretching to get a touch of my bare pussy. I raised my hips from the bed, hoping to make it easier for them to reach me, giving them everything they wanted.

They wouldn’t be gentle with me, they wouldn’t care about my pleasure, only their own, they would be rough. I tried to mimic what they would do to me, and instead of delicately fingering my clitoris I began to rub myself forcefully with the palm of my hand. The tactile sensation was blunt and crude, but the sheer eroticism was overwhelming. My other hand reached up to fondle my breasts with the same brute force, and I kneaded and manhandled my own soft, fragile body without restraint.

I pushed two fingers inside myself, and once I felt enough wetness I tried going as fast as I could, pistoning into my pussy, matching the pace of my now frantic breathing.

But my 300 men weren’t interested in my orgasm, were they? They would never be satisfied with fingering me, I was there for their enjoyment, not the other way around. They would force themselves into me, into my pussy, into my mouth, between my breasts, rub themselves against every inch of my skin, and if there wasn’t an inch free they would stroke themselves with me as their inspiration. They would fuck me, hump me, use me all at once.

And then what? I thought. I was getting close to a quivering, breathless climax but I was still lost in the narrative of my own fantasy. What would they do after they’d all taken me, after I’d served my purpose and their primal, sexual aggression had peaked? Well, I realised, it’s obvious. They would come. All 300 of them would come, they would ejaculate in ecstasy and there would be semen everywhere.

No, not everywhere. On me. Every burst would land on me, all of it. They would all point their stiff cocks at me, at my face, at my breasts and they would coat me. The finishing touch – the icing on the cake – to their domination of me and my total submission to them.

This final thought sent me over the edge, and I felt my own pulsating orgasm as my vagina gripped down on eyüp escort my exhausted fingers and my body convulsed and twisted in uncontrollable pleasure. I heard the rattling as the bed rocked to my every ragged movement but I ignored it. Whoever lived in the flat below could make up their own mind about what was going on, I was too far gone to care.

Eventually I opened my eyes, the images in my head dissipating, and found myself coated not in semen but in my own sweat. I laid motionless, legs still wide open, crotch still exposed, waiting for my heartbeat to slow and my thoughts to return to normal. I should have felt shame, guilt, embarrassment at having such depraved thoughts. Most of all, I should have felt that same self-pity I’d felt barely an hour ago at being so submissive and so passive in my own fantasy – I couldn’t even be assertive and confident in a dream!

But it never arrived. Instead, the high I had felt lingered on, the pleasure and fulfilment I had discovered in my own submissiveness was a revelation. Why bother trying to deny my own nature? I would always be submissive, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be confident and secure in my submission. I decided then and there to embrace it fully, to finally be comfortable in who I was. Just the thought of it had given me the best orgasm I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t wait to explore the new possibilities I’d opened up for myself.

The following morning I found my housemate in the kitchen. She was wearing the same clothes as the previous night, but she was still fresh-faced and looking perky as ever. I allowed myself a longer-than-usual glance at her legs and ass as she reached down to find a bowl. I wasn’t a lesbian, and neither was she, but if she’d suddenly pushed me onto the floor and straddled my face, I would not have resisted, I would have licked her any way she wanted. No kissing, no foreplay, she would demand an orgasm from me and she would get it.

Wow, where had that come from? Was that the kind of random thought I should expect with my new mindset? I shuffled hastily out of the kitchen before the lust in my eyes gave me away, and locked myself in the bathroom.

As I removed my clothes, I caught a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror over the sink. I never really paid much attention to my body, the stack of women’s magazines in the corner of my room had taught me to never be satisfied with the way I look, to always be envious of their photoshopped bikini models. But as I allowed myself to gaze at my legs, twisting around for a better view of my ass, I felt no such inadequacy. Blonde hair – check; tight ass – check; perky boobs – check. Damn, I thought, I bet there are plenty of guys who would love to bend me over this sink and take me from behind. That was my second spontaneous sexual thought of the morning.

I stepped into the shower and peered out of the small, high window that looked down onto the street below. Normally I would close this window, terrified of being spied on while I was washing. But this time I left it open. Why shouldn’t I let people see me naked? If they want to use to me to get themselves off, that’s their right.

Their right? Okay, this was getting a little silly. I needed to regain some control over these wild ideas before I did something stupid. But I kept the window open anyway, and as a I washed myself I made a special effort to lather up my breasts thoroughly, just in case someone was watching.

By this time, I was beginning to regain some self-control, but I realised that these kinds of urges don’t come from nowhere, and that I would need to get myself an outlet, a way to express them properly. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my body and skipped back down the hall to my room. I opened my laptop and typed “submission for girls” into the searchbar and, well, that’s when things really started to get interesting…

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Sue and I have been married for 35 years and have two children, both girls, who we have gotten through college and out on their own so now should be the time for our ‘glory’ years. Since we are both successful in our careers, we make a very decent living and are able to live in a nice home and take several vacations per year. We live in the hills about 15 miles from where we grew up. We love the area and are able to get together with some of our friends from High School. Since Sue is two years younger than I am, we tend to have a slightly different set of friends but since we are from a small town, it seems that everyone knows everyone else.

About three years ago I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. I have done very well at keeping it under control but I have suffered some nerve damage. This damage has resulted in ED and a shrinking penis. Because of this, I can no longer perform in bed the way I used to. However, our sex life is still thrilling and, while my damage has prevented me from having intercourse with Sue, we can still bring each other off orally. We are both still very much in love – we have been since we married just after we entered college.

About a year ago I noticed that Sue seemed to be visiting her mom more often than she had been. I didn’t notice at first but then it began to become noticeable. I am a slightly suspicious person so I put a GPS tracking device on her car just to see what might be happening. After a week, and several trips to her ‘mother’s’, I downloaded the information and found that she had, indeed, gone to her mother’s twice but she had also stopped at an unknown house once for about an hour and a half. By using Google Maps I was able to locate the house and took a drive past it on my way home from work one day.

To my surprise, I saw Jeff out mowing his lawn. Jeff is an old high school teammate of mine whom I had not talked to in several years. His wife had died about three years beykent escort ago and I think the last time I saw him was at Beth’s Funeral. He had played Baseball in high school with me; he was a shortstop while I played the outfield. He was quicker at getting to the ball than I was but I was a better batter. I waved and stopped to talk and we reminisced about the great baseball team we had back then – although, in truth, it wasn’t that good. I sort of got the feeling that Jeff was uncomfortable so I cut the conversation short. I invited him out to the house for the 4th of July since we always had a rather large gathering at our house. He gave me a ‘We’ll see if I can make it.’ and left it at that.

When I got home, I casually moved the conversation to “I stooped at Jeff Muston’s house today, I was driving by and he was out mowing his yard. I invited him to our 4th of July bash; hope you don’t mind.” I watched Sue’s face as if she was a little kid who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Stutteringly she replied, “That’s a great idea, I haven’t seen Jeff since Beth’s Funeral.” I knew that Sue had dated Jeff while in high school but she never filled in details about any of her past boyfriends.

It was several weeks before the 4th celebration and the GPS showed that Sue had visited Jeff two more times. I called Jeff on the 2nd to again invite him to the party. I mentioned that several of the old team would be in attendance. He seemed hesitant but agreed to come to the party.

The party went off great; we had about 25 couples at the event. After the fireworks in town, which we could see from our backyard, folks started leaving. I worked to keep Jeff around and talk to him with Sue. I couldn’t accuse either one of anything but if they were together, I might possibly get them to admit to an affair.

If they were having an affair, I couldn’t be mad; Sue is sefaköy escort still a very attractive woman and very sexy. She still has a strong sex drive. I can provide her all the love she will ever need and she tells me that I am an expert at oral; however, with my ED, I cannot provide the actual intercourse a man with an erect penis can provide. Also, I want to provide her all of the sexual satisfaction she could ever want.

We finally got to sit in the den and talk while having a glass of wine. Gingerly I brought up what I thought was happening. I didn’t mention that I had installed a GPS but merely said that I had seen Sue’s car in front of Jeff’s one day when I was running errands and they exchanged glances with each other before Sue admitted that she had visited Jeff and that they had had sex. I told them that I wasn’t mad at either of them, in fact, I thanked Jeff for providing to Sue what I couldn’t provide.

With that fact in the open, I slowly worked my conversation around to the fact that I would like to be a part of their tryst. At first, they both tried to pretend that what had happened was a one-time thing but I pushed them until they admitted that they had been together several times. I then brought up the fact that Jeff had had enough to drink tonight that driving home might not be the smartest thing to do; he should stay overnight with us.

After some cooling down of everyone’s emotions, we agreed that Jeff would spend the night. After this was settled, we headed out to the backyard and got into our hot tub. Since all of this was unplanned – at least by them – Jeff didn’t have a suit but we all agreed that we would go ‘au natural’. After all, we had all seen each other nude before.

Once in the hot tub, both Jeff and I had our hands on Sue. She wasn’t complaining; she seemed to enjoy being the center of attention. After nearly an hour, we headed atakent escort inside and made it to our king-sized bed. As Jeff began to message Sue’s legs and inner thighs, I spent my time on Sue’s breasts and gave her lots of reassuring kisses. I began to finger her then turned to eat her. By this time, Jeff had scouted around and was being sucked by Sue. I could tell by her moans that she was enjoying herself – I don’t know if it was what I was doing to her, what she was doing to Jeff, or both. I didn’t care, she was being satisfied. I could also tell from Jeff’s groans that he was enjoying the blowjob.

After some time in this position, I could tell that we had a woman who wanted to feel a penis inside her. Jeff and I switched positions and he began to pump into her; slowly at first then building his speed. Sue began to ‘hump’ back to Jeff so I knew that she was being satisfied. At the same time, I maneuvered so that she could suck on me. Soon the two of them were going at it so hard that she could no longer suck me as her head was moving back and forth too much so she used her hands to give me an excellent hand job.

Shortly after Sue had made me climax, I watched as her feet curled and tensed which took her to a fantastic orgasm. Shortly after that, Jeff came just as powerfully. With so much to drink along with this powerful exercise, we all fell soundly to sleep. Me with a hand on Sue’s butt and Jeff feeling her boobs.

The next morning, we all slept past our normal waking time. Nothing took place before we got out of bed although I sort had hoped something would. Sue made us all a fantastic breakfast after which Jeff headed home.

Sue and I talked about what had happened and I told her I was not mad at her for going to Jeff; I felt that she ‘deserved’ it since I couldn’t perform the way I once had. I told her that she was free to visit Jeff in the future if she wanted but if so, I would also love to have some nights like we had last night – the three of us.

In the ensuing months, we have had one more trio fling (and it was just as good as the first one) and I believe that her visits to Jeff have slowed down. Sue knows that she is free to do as she wants to be satisfied but I think that she is getting all the love she wants at home.

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