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Chapter 2: Curiosity

Laying Edgar gently onto the bed they shared, her thoughts drifted as she thought back upon the young man from several moments ago. How he vexed her mind! How bold he was to have walked up to her the way he had! There was no way he could have missed the babe in her arms. Fie! But all men truly must think of all women as wenches. There could be no other answer.

Wearily, she removed the tattered rag from atop her head and poured some water from the bowl into her hands for her tired face. The lukewarm water felt delicious and inviting, enlivening her to the point where she felt all of her senses re-awakening.

With her newly aroused hearing she was able to make out the low sounds of voices from the bedroom across the hall from her own. The memory of the lustful way the handsome weapons maker had gazed upon her surfaced her curiosity to a new peak. She hadn’t missed which room he’d been led to.

Therefore, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t heard these types of noises many a night, but never before had they affected her interest so much. Because she had already doffed most of her garments, she quickly donned a stout woolen cloak over her underclothes, that she could better fulfill her inquisitive nature.

Quietly she stepped out into the hallway and tiptoed to the other side, from where the noises beckoned her inner senses. Abruptly, she realized she had no idea just what it was she intended, but a pulsating in her veins and some other feeling she couldn’t quite recognize got the better of her, and she remained to eavesdrop further.

Standing right outside the door she could now make out the words coming from the voices within the room. One she felt sure was Kara, the wench who had occupied that room since before she could remember. The other was unfamiliar, although she knew who it had to be. She hadn’t missed the bronze skinned man’s choice for a wench.

Apparently, Kara was stripping him of his clothing because she was telling him what she was going to do right before she did it.

“It would be right to remove this here tunic sir,” she said in her syrupy vixen voice. “Yea, it will be well for me to feel what is beneath it, that I may heighten your pleasure. ” With that she could hear him release beylikdüzü escort a slight moan of rapture.

The more Kara said, the more curious Asha became, until she began to feel a stirring within her. Cautious for quietness, she allowed her body to sink down until she was in a sitting position, with one foot underneath her bottom.

A slight gasp escaped her lips as she did this for the slight bulge beneath her touched upon a place that had not been attended to, ever, until this very moment. Silently she thanked the heavens that hers and Kara’s were the only rooms in this hallway that were currently occupied.

Her thoughts were interrupted at a sudden increase in the noise level of Kara’s room. She was stunned when she noticed a small crack in the wooden door. With little effort, one could see what was on the other side!

Feeling only slightly guilty, she hesitantly brought her face closer and peered inside of the small crevice. She had an excellent view of the greater portion of Kara’s chamber. She was able to make out the bed quite well. Her heart quickened at the sight of Kara lying with the handsome, sand-haired man. She blinked with a start as remembrance filled her thoughts; it was hard to miss the taut muscles bulging out from the tight flesh of his thick arms. She hadn’t noticed much more than his face, at first sight. Now, she could see how much more attractive this man truly was.

Berating herself for gaping, she felt singed with a hint of an emotion similar to both guilt and confusion. Just what exactly was it she was hoping to see anyway? And what was it that was tugging at her so; what were these sensations deep within her body and what were they asking of her?

Then it dawned on her that the excitement of bearing witness to something new and exciting was why she had to stay. She couldn’t possibly leave knowing that what was about to take place was something the wenches did…something that caused such vocal eruptions night after night from countless individuals. Thinking this way increased the feelings and sensations within her now swollen depths. Unsure of what she was doing, she slowly began rocking her pelvis against the heel that was between her thighs. She esenkent escort did this while watching Kara glide her scantily clad body along that of the well-sculpted man beneath her. She could hear his earnest breath, but see confusion in his eyes despite his desires.

Kara, being rather experienced at what she was doing, did her best to calm his concerns. “Ye just leave this to me and this will be a night ye will never forget!” she said in a silky voice. She grabbed his mighty hands, using them to push her garments upward, sliding slowly along her firm, soft flesh, and placed them under her kirtle and upon her supple breasts.

Asha’s face reddened as she somehow could feel those strong hands roughly squeezing her own ample bosom. Though she flushed, she continued to rock. Perhaps it was the feel of the buxom blonde’s breasts between his fingertips that heightened his arousal. Whatever the cause, his manhood quickly began to swell to a mightily aroused peak. The rock hard throbbing member against Kara’s naked thighs intensely held Asha’s attention.

Moving further down his body Kara took him into her mouth, deeply. The masculine moans of pleasure caused the straw-haired wench to begin partaking in her own bodily pleasure. Asha nearly gasped again in awe as she saw the woman’s hand traveling beneath her flimsy undergarment and up in between her adept thighs.

Subconsciously Asha followed her lead and felt a sense of promise as her hand searched anxiously beneath her cloak, soon finding the luscious outskirts of her own velvety depths which dripped with wetness.

The moans inside the room allowed her to use her fingers for further exploration, without having to think too much about what she was doing. Soon, the moans began changing to slight cries of pleasure and heavier, faster breathing. Asha’s own breath quickened as she peered back into the hole and saw that no longer was Kara’s face buried near the man’s strong pelvis, but instead, their hips were pressed together, as one! As Kara’s hips lurched backward in preparation for the next active thrust, Asha nearly gasped in horror. It appeared as if that enormous appendage thrusting forth from the young man’s pelvis, tüyap escort was somehow, inside of Kara’s body, entering between her legs!

Flustered and aroused at the same time, Asha experimentally began to thrust her small fingers inside of herself. Noting the pleasurable sensations deep within, she continued, slowly at first. She soon discovered that her sensations were greatest when she quickened the pace. Closing her eyes she focused internally, and continued massaging herself on the inside. Before long, she was able to detect greater pleasure whenever she tilted her hips closer to her fingers. Moving that way allowed her to explore greater and more sensuous depths. After a few minutes she began to yearn for more and so continued, but harder and deeper and faster.

Desperately, she tried to keep pace with the couple in the room. Feeling her breath quicken in response to the pleasures shooting throughout her body, she continued as if possessed by some internal sense of purpose. Soon, with knowledge borne of pure instinct, her fingers were able to guide themselves in an almost masterful way inside of her moist, silken tulip buds. The actions created a not so quiet suckling sound to emerge from under the woolen cloak, but despite her incredible chagrin, she could not stop her motions. Breathing lightly and hastily she continued thrusting her fingers into her throbbing interior. Her hand began to hurt but she could not stop, not as long as there were sounds beckoning her from within that room!

For reasons she couldn’t begin to fathom, she forced aside any remaining shame, giving stronger, more strenuous thrusts, and plunging into the very depths of her being. Soon she became concerned that satisfaction could not be achieved when suddenly, she nearly cried out with passion, as oceans, it felt, spilled out from her parted nether lips. The spasming muscles clamped tightly around her sticky, wet fingers, and she quickly removed them, abashed.

Suddenly, she noted the silent lack of sound from the room. Cursing under quick breaths she rose awkwardly, despite her tired and recently satiated state, and without a backward glance, stumbled across the hall to her door. Back in the safety of her own musty room, Asha took her place beside young Edgar, who was just beginning to stir for his nighttime feeding. As he took her plump breast into his tiny mouth, she closed her eyes and began to doze off, guiltily dreaming of the naughty deed she had executed but moments before. As slumber finally found the lovely young woman, an enchanting smile parted her soft supple lips.

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I am a married black man, early 50’s. This is my story; a reminiscence of real thoughts, feelings and events of my life. My decision to write it was born out of a private personal need for erotic expression – an outlet for sexual frustration. My decision to share it is an extension of that expression, but not an invitation for anyone else to use it in whole or in part without permission. By the way, my name is NOT Roy Williams, nor are Rick and Tammy my old friends’ real names, for obvious reasons. But hey, you can call me Roy if you like. Thanks for reading.

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PART 2

Chapters 6-12

Chapter 6

One Small Step for a Man

“Just breathe,” I thought to myself. Those two words were the first focused thought I had been able to form since I found myself standing in my own bedroom, naked, kissing a beautiful woman, with her soft breasts and hard nipples flattened against my bare chest.

“Just…breathe,” I repeated to myself, willing myself to relax. I felt my cock begin that throb – that thing it does when it first starts toward the point of no return before I cum. I could feel it, hard, pressed against my stomach by her soft warm tummy. I could even feel the slight vibration of her body as she moaned softly into my mouth.

By mentally focusing on my breathing, I slowed my thoughts, and savored the moment without spontaneously and prematurely cumming all over myself. After all, so much had led to that moment (Please read The Sleepover-Part 1 of this series before continuing). I savored the erotic knowledge that the woman kissing my lips with hers was my friend’s fiancé. I savored the naughty fact that the very same friend was standing directly behind her, also naked, using his body to sandwich hers snuggly between us.

Oh man, was I ever savoring the moment!

Tammy rose onto the tips of her toes, allowing me to kiss her more deeply. Her movement caused her ass to push up against my right hand, which was wrapped around Rick’s erect cock. I heard Rick groan as my hand shifted. I felt his cock slide in my palm as he pressed himself up through my grip and along Tammy’s lower back. This certainly didn’t help me relax. It was clear to me in that instant, that in combination with every other aspect of this very hot situation, intentionally touching another man’s cock for the very first time is what had me on the on the edge.

By ‘porn’ standards, I admit this wasn’t a big deal at all. But this was real life – my life. For a self-identified masculine straight black man to get off on touching a dick, and admit it to himself, was a significant step beyond the psycho-sexual crap I had apparently bought into for far too long. It was true that I wouldn’t have had the courage to initiate it myself; Tammy literally held my hand and led me to this point. But there I was.

Feeling slightly emboldened, I tightened my grip on Rick’s cock and began to stroke him in time with his movements, stroking deep down to the base each time. His rhythm gradually increased – so did mine. Tammy began to rub the top of her ass back against his balls.

“Fuck,” Rick half whispered, half gasped. His breathing was ragged. He stopped fucking my hand and held tight against Tammy’s back as he took a few deep breaths.

“Ha! Tables turned – take that!” I thought to myself. Now he was the one having to focus to keep from cumming. I liked the fact that I played a part in arousing him to that degree. Apparently, my competitiveness with my former brother-in-law extended beyond the basketball court and pool hall.

Chapter 7

Going Head to Head

Tammy released my neck and slipped from between Rick and I to lay on the bed. As she did, she broke my hold on Rick’s cock, which was so erect it sprang from my hand and slapped his stomach. I’d seen it in the locker room without paying much attention, but this was the first time I had seen it hard, and it definitely had my attention. It was roughly the same size as mine, maybe a tad shorter than my 7.5″ and completely shaved with noticeably larger balls. It was impressive.

“Nice, huh?” Tammy commented as she caught me admiring her finance’s dick.

“Busted,” I thought. But I didn’t care at that point. She giggled as she spun around to lie across my bed on her stomach with her face next to both our cocks.

“Come here,” she ordered, as she reached to grab both of our dicks.

She positioned Rick and I at the edge of the bed, facing her from either side. Tammy began to stroke my cock slowly as she propped herself up on one elbow to raise her mouth to Rick’s dick. He pointed it toward her and she went down on it all the way to the base, and very slowly drew back up to the tip. The sight of her full lips dragging up the length of his cock was incredibly hot. She repeated this several times, stroking me in time with her cock sucking. Her grip on me was firm on the way down, then loose enough to provide just the right amount of friction and sensation on the way up. The perfect slow hand-job; perfect because I felt I could beylikdüzü escort bayan have stood there all night without cumming, fully aroused, enjoying both her touch and the sight of Rick’s cock in her mouth.

Tammy released my cock, shifted to her other elbow, and reached for Rick’s cock. Her hand slid effortlessly down Rick’s saliva-slicked shaft, and slowly back up again as she had done with mine. As I was hoping, she moved her lips to my cock, and came down over the head of my cock with her mouth.

“Oh Shhhit…” I heard the words escape my mouth.

The feeling was ten times better than I anticipated. Her lips were warm and soft. Her technique was flawless – smooth on the way down, more snug on the slow upstroke. I could have stood there all night, watching her lips on my cock and her hand on Rick’s. Tammy was incredible. I had seen lots of porn double blow jobs, and experienced a few clumsy ones myself, but she had skills and coordination.

She switched off twice more before flipping onto her back. She gripped both our hard-ons again and tugged us closer. Tammy pulled our cock heads to either side of her face and looked up at us with huge smile. I had shared quite a few things with Rick over the years, but I would have never guessed we’d be sharing blow jobs from his fiancé. He and I were years divorced from two sisters, and it was fair to say that neither of them were popular with either of us, and both of them absolutely hated Tammy.

“If ‘The Bitches’ could only see me now,” as she commonly referred to the exes, “this would shut them up.”

“Ha! Yeah, I bet it would!” Rick reached over and grabbed his cell phone from my night stand.

Tammy took hold of his dick again and playfully brought us both in closer so that she could lick both heads at once. She held the pose while Rick snapped a pic.

He tilted the screen towards me, before showing Tammy. She frowned and said, “I love you, but you’re a shitty photographer. Give me that!” She snatched the phone away. She was right though, it wasn’t the best pic, but it was an odd angle.

“Ok, now come in close,” she directed us as she held the phone up for an overhead selfie.

Her head was at the edge of the bed and she guided us both to one side to get her face and both cocks in the shot. Rick and I were standing hip to hip.

“Closer,” Tammy urged as she readjusted the cam position.

Rick, being taller, adjusted his stance a bit so our dicks were at the same level, and I turned toward him. He put his right arm around my shoulder, I put my left around his waist. I had not looked him the face this entire time, but I glanced over and he asked if I was ok with this. I’m pretty sure I just nodded; this was a little awkward. We squeezed in for the perfect shot, holding our cocks close to each other’s. Tammy took a shot. It was good, but she was still not satisfied.

“Get on the bed you guys,” she directed.

She had us move this way and that way until we were sitting, facing each other with our legs scissored past each other, and our cocks just inches apart.

“Perfect.” Tammy said, “Now just scoot forward and let’s get those nice boners together.”

I thought she was kidding at first, but she was insistent. Rick and I scooted our ball sacs and cocks right up against each other. Rick was apparently a grower when it came to girth, and had me beat in that aspect.

“So, bigger balls and thicker too, huh?” I thought. But I still had him beat by a good ½ inch in length though.” Yeah, I was always up for a little competition with Rick, but in this case, we very literally head to head. Any initial apprehension on my part was brief. It immediately gave way to the erotic sight my caramel brown cock standing alongside Rick’s thick white cock. The warmth of his cock against mine was amazing, as was the feeling of his shaved balls against mine. I had decided to shave my cock and balls about six months prior, after seeing it in a variety of porn. I was rewarded with heightened sensitivity during sex in general, but nothing felt as good as my hard-on and balls pressed against his at that moment.

Satisfied with our ‘pose’, Tammy grabbed her handbag and re-applied her lipstick. I don’t know why I found that arousing, but as I watched her do it, my cock twitched against Rick’s. Tammy held us together by our hard-ons, encircling as much of us as she could with her delicate fingers, each with a unique hot pink and red nail polish design. Now that was good shot — she snapped a pic *snap*. She jacked us together a few times, and we both got a bit harder *snap*. She handed the phone to Rick, then she licked *snap*, then kissed *snap*, and finally engulfed the two heads with her lips *snap*. The series of pics were awesome.

“Nice! I get a copy of those, right?” I asked Tammy as she flipped back through the images.

“Of course you do Roy sweetie, but first things first,” She said as she opened a text window and selected Rick’s ex “Mary” as a recipient. haramidere escort

“Oh no you don’t, I was kidding! Don’t you fucking dare …” Rick panicked.

He slid from between my legs and dove toward Tammy who was playing ‘keep-away’ with the phone, both of them laughing and playing as they wrestled. Rick finally got the phone away and handed it to me.

“I’m gonna take a piss, and grab some waters from the fridge, protect that with your life.” Rick hopped off the bed and went into the bathroom.

Chapter 8

Eating Pussy

“What, you’re not going to go hold Rick’s dick for him?” Tammy asked sarcastically.

I frowned at Tammy, and put the phone back on the table after discarding the draft text she began.

“Maybe you’re right, he might need my help.” I teased, as I acted like I was going to follow after him.

“Hell no you don’t! Come over here.” She patted the mattress next to her.

I laid down, and Tammy rolled on top of me. We kissed a couple of times, and I laid there looking up at her.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, “and pretty damn sexy.” She was. I felt envious of Rick, and very lucky that the two of them were willing to share this night with me.

“I bet you say that to all the naked girls in your bed,” she rolled her eyes and smiled.

“First off, you’re not a girl – you are most definitely a woman. And second, you’re not naked.” I rocked my hips and rubbed my cock against her panties to make my point.

“So, you’re just flattering me to get in my panties then?” She faked being offended. “I’ll take them off, but I’ll expect something in return.” She rolled to one side and began to ease them down over her ass.

“Something like … what?” I asked. It was a pointless question, I was prepared to do most anything.

“Something you’ll like. Deal, or no deal?” She stopped midway pulling her panties down.

“Deal, definitely.” I assured her, and she rolled to her back beside me, kicked her legs in the air and removed her panties in one quick motion.

“But, how can you be so sure I’ll like it?” I quizzed her.

“Oh, I have it on good authority that you get off on eating pussy.”

Tammy swung her leg over my chest knelt above me. Her pussy was completely shaved, and I could feel it’s smooth warmth as she settled onto my chest. She wasn’t wrong, I loved going down on women, and I was damn good at it too. But I didn’t recall discussing it with Rick, ever. Where had she heard that?

“Ah, the fine art of cunnilingus.” I commented. “And just where did you hear that?”

I looked up at her face, but I was distracted by those two firm tits, which seemed larger from below and swung forward temptingly as she leaned down and replied.

“The same place I heard you like big round titties, which is also apparently true,” she laughed. “from your ex.”

“Lisa? Bullshit, you have haven’t been talking to her, she hates your guts for dating Rick so soon after his divorce was final with her bitchy sister,” I questioned her source. There was NO way.

“Oh, believe me I know she hates me, I can’t stand that cow myself. I have no idea what you and Rick ever saw in those two cunts in the first place.” Tammy made a face as though she had a sour taste in her mouth. “I didn’t talk to your ex Roy, I read her revenge blog.”

“Her what!? What the fuck are you talking about?” I got a bad feeling.

“You didn’t know? Shit. Well, after you two split she posted a whole pile of personal shit about you online.”

“Shit, like what!?” My bad feeling was turning to anger.

“Calm down mister.” Tammy scooted her ass back so she could lean down and gave me a *peck* on the lips. “It was only spiteful crap, nobody took any of it seriously I’m sure. She’s a sad *peck* bitter *peck* excuse *peck* for a human being *smooch*.”

Mmm, Tammy’s lips could calm a wild animal. But fuck! Every time I thought I was past all the shit with my ex, some kind of crap like this seemed to surface.

“So,” I asked in a much more relaxed tone, “is it still online?”

“No sweetie, it was taken down well over a year ago. It didn’t get much traffic beyond her fucked-up circle of friends. Don’t worry about it,” she smiled as Rick came back into the room, and continued, “besides, your dick is fucking huge compared to Lisa’s description.”

Damnit! I should have been pissed. I couldn’t help wondering what else my ex said. But I was intent on enjoying the current situation. Still, I was curious.

“Rick, did you know about Lisa’s blog?” I asked.

“Uh? Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. Typical Lisa crap – no worries mate!” Rick faked an Australian accent and laughed very nervously as he took a seat in the chair by my bedside. Or was it an English accent? Who the hell knew, it was so bad it was hard to tell. He was holding something back though, guys don’t lie worth shit.

“Knock off that cheesy accent!” Tammy threw a pillow at him, which he caught seks hikayeleri and propped behind his head as he settled in.

“So, when does the show begin?” Rick asked with a huge grin.

“Right now,” Tammy said, and she lifted herself up onto all fours above me, and re-straddled me with her clean-shaven vagina hovering directly over my face.

“So Roy, do you or don’t you like eating pussy?”

I answered her by extending my tongue and lifting my face toward her smooth pussy. Tammy’s scent was intoxicating. A hint of perfume, the lingering fragrance of leather from her skirt, and the warm scent of her pussy combined in a way that affected me on a deep physical level. I first pressed my rigid tongue deep into her and tasted her, before beginning a gradual progression of licking, lapping, kissing, sucking, and flicking.

I combined these with lots of up, down, left and right lip action with periodic humming and moaning. The moaning wasn’t a technique, it was my reaction to the thought, feel and taste of eating Tammy’s pussy, her light touch as she reached back now and then to tease the sides of my cock with her fingernails, and the knowledge that only few feet away, Rick was watching.

It took about five very enjoyable minutes or so to decode Tammy’s ‘combination’: Long flat tongue swipe up, followed with a stiff tongue tip pressed against the hood as I encircled it with my lips, sucked the clit just inside, and flicked it lightly while humming or moaning. Repeat. All while slowly running my hands from her hips up her sides to her soft breasts, and back down to her ass, pausing to tweak one or the other stiff nipple every so often, but not both at once.

First, I felt her breathing stop with a sudden gasp. Followed quickly by a subtle lurch of the bed as her body stiffened. She quickly lifted herself off my face.

“Oh my god, oh my god. So good – not yet, not yet,” she was breathless. “You need to teach to Rick how to do that, oh my fucking god.”

As she was catching her breath, I couldn’t resist blowing air across her clit, making her squeal.

“Oh, you bastard!” she teased, “Take this!” She lowered her ass onto my face.

I wondered if she thought this was some sort of punishment; if so, boy was she wrong. I loved eating ass almost as much as pussy, and after a few licks for moisture, I spread her cheeks and probed the stiffened tip of my tongue into her tight butthole.

“Yes Roy, yes,” she gasped. “Lick me deep baby. Lisa’s blog said you were an ‘ass-eating motherfucker,’ I thought she was just being vindictive, but holy crap. Uh, yeah…”

There it was again, that fucking blog, “What the hell?” I thought. But I remained undistracted from the perfect ass I had on my face. And then it was gone. With the agility of a gymnast, Tammy flipped around into a 69 position on top of me, and lowered her pussy to my face once again.

Chapter 9

Sixty-Nine + 1

I sank my tongue back into her wetness, and began again working her the way she liked, inverse now that she was turned around. That took a little mental concentration, and Tammy’s hands and mouth on my cock didn’t help with that. She was merciful, however, and pleasured me slowly. I had no doubt this woman could make me cum in seconds if she wanted.

I ran my hands up and down her sides and back down to her ass, again tweaking her nipples one at a time on each trip. We kept this up for a while before I felt the bed shift slightly. With both my vision and hearing somewhat compromised by my position, as best I could tell was that Rick had joined us. I was sure of it when my hand touched his as he was cupping her breasts. Tammy let my cock go and sat upright, and I knew the two of them were kissing. Tammy leaned forward again and we resumed our 69 as I felt the bed settle near my feet where Rick positioned himself. “He must have a great view” I thought to myself.

Tammy began to work my cock and balls again as I began to focus on getting her back to the edge of orgasm again. My efforts distracted her from my cock as she rocked her hips and ground my lips and tongue. At one point I felt her bracing herself with both hands on my legs. I knew it had to be Rick then who was touching my balls and jacking me at least part of the time. I was OK with that, in fact it was pretty hot, and I started to focus on her clit and pull her down hard onto my face, which really got her going.

Tammy started sucking me deeper and moaning on my cock; she would pull off for a second to say “Oh fuck yeah” or “Ooo yeah” and go back to sucking.

Both her hands were still on my legs and Rick continued to massage my balls and hold my cock while she sucked. Tammy really started to moan on my cock and tensed up when I hit the right spot, so I went for it and licked her harder.

She rocked back on my face. We got the right angle and she started repeating “Oh fuck, make me cum, make me cum.”

I was in the zone. Rick jacked my dick a few times, then stopped. Tammy’s moaning grew louder; her “Oh fuck!” changed to “Yes, yes!” and for a moment I thought about my neighbors complaining about the noise (a random non-sex thought that we laughed about later). That thought disappeared after I felt my cock being sucked again. It took a second or two for my brain to register the fact that Tammy was still moaning loudly; It had to be Rick sucking me.

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1

The young schoolboy lay back in the bath, entirely relaxed. The hot, steaming water enveloped his firm, slender yet muscular frame, the white foam making little islands of his knees, his slumbering penis and his head as he lay back, closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Jonathan could still feel a tingling running through his body from the morning’s encounter with Lucy, the daughter of his father’s new fiancée. It was the first day of the Christmas Vacation – his last ever Christmas vacation while at school – and his father and his father’s soon-to-be-bride Emma were at work, leaving the two young teenagers at home.

At almost the earliest opportunity that day, the tender young redhead had slipped into his bed and after having her wicked way with him, she had announced that some of her school friends would be coming around to sample his delights.

Lying in that bath, he wondered what would happen that day. His feelings were confused: he was very excited at the prospect of spending the day fooling around with a few schoolgirls, but the apparent ease at which Lucy would share him had surprised him a little. Didn’t she want him just for herself? If not, why not? Wasn’t he good enough?

What was he feeling? Did he love Lucy? To think that she might not love him did hurt him slightly deep down: it made him feel empty inside. But was it really love he felt? He had never really had a girlfriend before, so he couldn’t determine the limits where lust became love.

He breathed in the humid air of the bathroom, which smelled of the peach bath foam he had in his bathwater. Perhaps it would be less complicated if he and Lucy didn’t love each other. They could be like brother and sister, except with a little more spark between them.

He tried not to worry about it, and went about washing himself, cleaning off the sweat and other emissions from the morning’s exertions.

“Jonny,” Lucy popped her head around the bathroom door just as he was getting out of the bath, and she got a real eyeful, “they’re here!”

“Oh,” he said, pulling a large red towel in front of him.

“They’re sitting downstairs waiting for you,” she said, a glimmer of fire in her eyes as she slipped into the bathroom and put one of her little hands around his damp genitals. “Mmm…nice and clean…” After her shower, Lucy had changed into a pair of tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt that clung to her girlish figure revealing every curve.

“I’ll just put on a few clothes,” he said, before kissing her offered lips.

“Why don’t you just come down like this,” she said with an impish grin. “It’ll save time.”

He stepped away from her and fastened the towel around his stirring loins. “No, I think I’ll feel more comfortable in front of strangers if I have a few things to cover me.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, kissing him again. “We’ll be waiting for you – a row of little wet pussies for you to check out.”

At that, Jonathan felt his manhood blossom into full rigidity under the towel. When Lucy went back downstairs, he quickly went to his room to find some clothes.

2

When Jonathan came down the stairs, he felt as though he were descending onto a stage to present an Oscar – all eyes were on him, and he felt more than a little nervous. Four girls including Lucy: all of a similar size to the young redhead and all obviously from her school class. Other than Lucy, there were two blondes and a black haired girl. One of the blondes had very long hair in a long ponytail that dropped down her back. The dark-haired girl and the other blonde had bells of hair that dropped to their shoulders.

All three girls were very pretty, and Jonathan found it a little hard to believe that Lucy wanted him to fool around with them. They seemed to be looking at him appreciatively, so he felt a little confidence return.

“Ah, there you are, Jonny,” Lucy said as he came down to them. “Allow me to introduce Penny, Anna and Francesca.”

“Hi,” said Jonathan, and all three girls smiled at him nervously.

“Oh, and there’s beer in the refrigerator.”

Jonny smiled – thank the Lord for liberal convenience store owners and fake IDs.

He looked at Lucy’s three friends sitting on the couch. Penny was the dark haired girl. She was dressed in a faded red t-shirt with yellow lettering proclaiming some kind of Caribbean resort she must have visited long ago, and a very small pair of denim hot pants, which showed a whole load of smooth coltish legs. She had jet black eyes that gave her sweet face a devilish wickedness along with her nervous smile, as well as quite a serious look.

Penny seemed to be younger than Lucy – in fact all three of them seemed much younger than the ginger schoolgirl, but Jonathan knew they were all friends, so the apparent age difference was probably more than the real. Girls developed at different speeds – he knew that from biology lessons.

Anna was the blonde with shorter hair. She was easily the most confident, she beylikdüzü escort bayan looked at Jonathan with obvious lust in her expression, and seemed to be trying to catch his eye by crossing her tanned legs to let her short turquoise skirt ride up and give him a glimpse of her little black panties beneath. Jonathan kept his eyes on hers when he looked at her, still wanting to give a good impression.

He did flick his gaze briefly down to her chest, however, which was fuller than those of Anna’s school friends. Trapped snugly beneath a white tank top that left her navel and nicely flat stomach exposed, her breasts had a nice roundness to them, the kind of pert abundance that made him want to hold them and touch them, to feel their warmth and softness.

Anna loved every minute of his attention, and thrust her chest out to ensnare his gaze. Yet Jonathan turned to look at the third girl, Francesca. Out of all of them there – possibly even Lucy included, little Francesca was the prettiest and the most enticing to him. She was very petite, but the volume of her blonde hair seemed to compensate as it flowed down her back in a long ponytail. She was a shy one, and as he looked at her, she nervously grasped the end of her ponytail and began to fiddle with it.

Francesca had the most delectable face Jonathan had ever seen. Sharp, like a cat, she had quite high cheekbones, a small button nose and similarly diminutive mouth that was so tender and pink, that he longed to kiss her. But it was her large blue eyes that got him hooked – they seemed to burn into his very soul until they bashfully dropped to her lap. Like all of the others, she was wearing no shoes – the girls had obviously made themselves comfortable while waiting for him, what with the beers as well.

“How are we going to do this?” Jonathan asked Lucy, his whole body trembling with nerves as though he had to get up in front of his entire school and give a speech.

“The plan’s quite simple,” said the young redhead, smiling wickedly, “we have all day to do whatever we want to with you.”

“Okay,” he said, “but before any of that, we have to close all the curtains in the house and double-bolt all the doors – don’t want anyone peeking or accidentally coming in.”

“Right, come on girls, you heard him!” Anna said, up like a flash, obviously unable to wait for the fun to begin.

The four girls scampered around the house pulling down blinds and drawing curtains on both floors, and the snap of the bolts was heard as the front and back doors and the French windows were locked. As they did so, they all grabbed beers from the kitchen and started drinking.

Jonathan wandered around making sure everywhere was closed off to the outside. As he did so, he watched the girls – Anna, the brash blonde flaunting her figure as much as possible; Penny with her smouldering good looks who walked up behind him and patted his behind cheekily, her serious expression cracking into a sweet grin as she raised her eyebrows in mischievous reference to what they’d be doing together some time soon; Lucy, who had an air of confidence about her that came from having already had her wicked way with him, a fact which had gone into her apparent role as group leader; and finally sweet little Francesca, who shied away from his gaze and blushed at his attention, her curves hidden beneath fairly baggy clothing.

He acted calmly, taking deep breaths as he strolled around the two floors of the house, but deep inside, his heart was fluttering like the wings of a butterfly: he felt as though it was Christmas morning. He grabbed his own beer before heading back to the living room, but noticed that the four girls had already got through a number of cans: there were empties in the bin. Jonathan thought it would be best if he didn’t drink too much – his friends had told a number of funny stories about guys they knew getting ‘brewer’s droop’, and it was something Jonny could do without in front of four giggly schoolgirls.

“All set!” Anna called, and the four girls all returned to the living room armchair and couch.

Jonathan sank down in the armchair next to Lucy and opposite the couch that supported her three friends. He’d never been in the company of so many girls of his own age group before, and it was slightly intimidating.

“So,” he said, his voice portraying complete composure, “what do you want me to do?”

Lucy was the first to speak, though it seemed as though Anna was going to try and put in a word first. The blonde deferred to the redhead, however, showing where the power in this group lay. Lucy lived here, it was Lucy’s choice to share the son of her mother’s new fiancé with her school friends and it was Lucy who already had the key to Jonathan’s sexuality: so Lucy was very much in charge.

“Okay,” she said, as though she were Solomon passing judgement, “here’s how it’s going to work…” all eyes were on her as she announced: “we’re all going to take beylikdüzü escort turns. When it is your turn, you can ask anyone here a question – any question – and they have to answer. Then you can tell someone to do something – and they have to do it. Got it?”

Lucy looked around the group: the three other girls and Jonathan quietly nodded. Jonathan felt his heart quiver again at the realisation that most of them would probably be demanding he do something or other.

“Okay,” said the young redhead, “a couple of ground rules: you can tell someone to take off an article of clothing, but not all of them – each article is one demand – and you can’t tell anyone to take off something that is obstructed by another piece of clothing. You cannot tell someone to do anything with you – it has to be something on either themselves or someone else. Oh, and finally, you can either ask a question first or make your demand before you ask your question – it’s up to you. Everyone understand?”

They all nodded, and Jonathan felt an involuntary shiver shoot down his spine.

“Right,” said Lucy, “then we’ll start to my left: Penny.”

3

Penny smiled at Jonathan, then took a quick glance around the group, her dark eyes seeking out her friends and their expectant faces all looking back at her.

“My question is to Jonny,” she said, looking straight at him with clear lust in her eyes. The other girls also focussed on him. He felt himself flush, his face burning as they looked at him and the raven-haired schoolgirl asked him: “do you masturbate?”

There was a quiet giggle from Anna, seemingly as much from the sudden bluntness of her friend’s question than from the possibility that Jonathan would touch himself. Jonathan looked around the room, trying not to blush too obviously. Hell, there was no point being shy in this situation.

“Yes,” he replied simply. He knew for a fact that Lucy masturbated – he had caught her touching herself when she had crept into his room. So where was the shame in the fact that he relieved himself every now and then?

The girls all smiled at each other and giggled, and Penny asked: “how often?”

“No, no, no…” Lucy wagged her finger at her friend, “you only get one question – that’s the rule.”

“Oh, but he hardly said anything,” the black-haired girl whined.

“Then you’ll have to ask a more leading question next time, won’t you? Go on, make your demand.”

Penny pouted and folded her arms. “Take off your shirt, Jonny,” she said, and sat back against the back of the couch.

Jonathan unbuttoned his shirt slowly, feeling their eyes on him every bit of the way, then pulled it off and dropped it behind him. Anna let out a quiet wolf whistle, and the others let out little noises of admiration or excitement. He felt the cool breeze on his bare shoulders and wished he had put on more clothes. With four of them against him, he’d be naked before the end of the round. He was a little annoyed that he hadn’t even put on socks – that was two items he was down by already.

Anna’s turn. The blonde took a swig of beer, then leaned forwards, perching her behind on the edge of the couch. “I want Jonny to kiss Penny on the lips,” she said, surprising everyone a little, even though it was a logical question for someone as bouncey as Anna to ask. “Go on, cheer her up after you disappointed her,” Anna grinned and sat back, showing him more than a little of her black underwear under that short skirt.

Jonny swallowed a mouthful of beer before getting up, a burst of adrenaline swamping his bloodstream. He looked briefly at Lucy, who raised her eyebrows in a silent order for him to comply with Anna’s demand, and he nodded and sank down to his knees in front of the little dark-haired beauty. He looked her straight in the eye, fire burning between their stares, and leaned forwards towards her mouth. She met him halfway, leaning into him, and their soft lips met, Jonny’s hands reaching gently behind her head to pull her to his kiss. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was a good start. Penny had a sweet fragrance, and was so very warm against him. It was a shame to break up, but as Lucy and Anna whooped at the first intimate moment, it wasn’t time for lingering yet.

“My question,” Anna reminded them as Jonny returned to his seat and Penny looked at him with wonder in her eyes.

“Go on,” Lucy said, acting out her role as umpire.

“Jonny,” the blonde gave him a fiendish grin that made him dread what was coming, “how would you feel if I told you all four of us are on the pill now just so we can fool around with you?”

Lucy and Penny chuckled as Jonathan looked at them all, his eyes wide in surprise. Looking over at Francesca, the petite blonde was flushed quite scarlet, which was as good a confirmation that Anna spoke the truth that he needed. What a day this was going to be.

“Go on,” said Lucy sipping from her can, “answer the question.”

How bahçeşehir escort did he feel? His penis was immensely hard – he was glad to be wearing jeans that covered it up a little. “Uh…” he said and Anna and Penny looked at each other and giggled. “Uh…excited…I guess…”

Francesca’s turn: the shy blonde fiddled with the end of her ponytail, her eyes nervously flicking up to glance at Lucy or Jonny as she thought out what she was going to do. She blushed again, and said, “I want to ask Lucy whether she’s ever had an orgasm.”

Francesca’s voice was quiet, soft and a clear soprano, she sounded a little like a mouse might if it could talk. Jonathan found her completely bewitching, but as she sat back, hoping that everyone’s attention would now switch to Lucy, she seemed a little horrified that Jonny was still looking at her.

“Of course,” said Lucy, and much to Francesca’s relief, everyone looked at her and laughed and the attention was very much on the redhead. “Jonny’s given me absolutely loads,” the host of the occasion smiled at Jonathan as the girls all cheered and giggled. “Frannie, make your demand,” she reminded her shy friend.

“Okay,” Francesca said, “I want Anna to take off her skirt – she’s obviously dying to show Jonny her underwear already.”

The girls all shrieked with laughter except Anna, who for once seemed a little taken aback. “Hey,” she said, “you can’t do that…”

Francesca was quietly smirking at her bold friend. Jonny couldn’t help but laugh – the shy blonde certainly had a sharp edge of wit in her. Anna feigned timidity as she stood up and slipped her short skirt down her thighs and over her knees to reveal her black cotton panties that were fairly plain and simple, but nevertheless made Jonny’s heart rate soar.

The blonde sat back down and crossed her legs to attempt to regain a little dignity, but she was obviously loving every moment of showing off her undoubtedly fine figure, as Jonathan could tell from meeting her gaze.

“Jonny, your go,” Lucy announced.

“Oh,” he said, for some reason having assumed he would be left out of having turns, to be an object for the girls to use. “Oh, right…uh…I’ll ask…uh…Penny…how many people have you ever slept with?” he flushed a little again, and was a little irritated with himself that he did. That would do no good if he kept doing it.

“You’ll be my second, hopefully,” the intelligent dark-haired girl beamed as her friends chuckled. Jonathan felt an explosion of heat within his stomach. It really was going to happen. These girls all really wanted to use him completely – it was unbelievable.

He took a deep breath and tried to deal with his intense feelings. “Okay,” he said, “I want Lucy to take her top off.” He felt safest asking Lucy to do something, and no one objected. The young redhead peeled off her t-shirt to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Was this all part of her plan? It certainly seemed to break the icy atmosphere in there as she casually tossed her t-shirt over her shoulder and did nothing to conceal the soft swells of her breasts nor the stiff little pink peaks.

Jonathan felt his cock pressing against his unforgiving jeans as the daughter of his father’s new fiancée smiled at him and relaxed back in her chair, her sweet teenage cleavage fully on show.

“My turn,” said the topless redhead as though she were about to start some kind of Machiavellian conspiracy. “I want to know if the thought of making love to Jonny makes Frannie wet between her legs.”

The room fell silent after a horrified gasp from Francesca. Jonathan felt his ears burn – Lucy must have picked up some kind of body language between the shy blonde and himself and was now stirring away. He looked at the redhead and gave her a mock grimace, which she responded to with a quiet wink, as though telling him that she could read him like a book.

“Go on Frannie,” Anna nudged her friend, “answer.”

The blonde looked straight down at the beer can she clutched, hiding away from the watching eyes.

“Come on Frannie,” Lucy said softly, trying to pull her friend out of her shell, “we’re all in this together now. None of this goes beyond the walls of this house: no one else’ll know about it.”

The blonde looked up at Lucy and nodded quietly. “Okay,” she said, “I’ll answer.”

Jonathan gulped, and put his hands together over his mouth as a kind of protective measure. Why did he feel this way about this sweet little blonde? It was more than how he had felt about Lucy, it actually altered his metabolism just to look at her. He reached down, picked up his nearly empty beer can and finished it off.

Francesca took a deep breath, holding her knees together as though she were a nun at a Chippendales show, and said: “yes, it does make me wet between my legs to imagine making love to Jonny. Very wet.”

4

Francesca looked at Jonny and blushed again, deeper than before, and there was a slight uncertainty to her expression as though she was wondering if she had gone too far. This time, however, though she covered her mouth with her hand nervously, she stuck her ground and didn’t shy away from his eyes. Jonny smiled at her, and she smiled back, melting his insides.

“Now I want to find out what Jonny thought of that,” Lucy said. “Jonny, take off your jeans.”

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My ex-fiance had been planning a trip up here for months, and last weekend was the the planned trip. But before I get too far into that, maybe I should let you know about our past. Katie was the love of my life for 2 years. We were engaged to be married, but she lived half way across the country. Eventually, she left me and it was over, but we stayed in touch, and stayed very close friends. When I went down to see her two years ago we both had thoughts of doings things, but neither acted on them. Now she was coming up for the weekend. Neither of us said a thing about it, but I sure as hell intended to act on my desires this time around. As I came to find out, she had the same plans.

As for looks, well there could be no doubt in anyone’s mind why I still loved her. She is about 5’4” with long, blonde hair. Her blue eyes were like a window to a distant sea; power and beauty beyond contamination. To say that she was well endowed would be a gross understatement, and she had nipples that just begged to be sucked.

What she ever saw in me, I’ll never know. I wouldn’t say that I am ugly, but I’m nothing more than average looking. Standing 6 feet tall, I have the build of a football player, plus a little extra. I am a big guy, strong, but not ripped. About the only thing about my looks that I would consider to be above average would be my cock, which measures out to be a lengthy 9 ½ inches long, and a good 3 inches thick.

So she had planned this trip for a few months now, she was staying with me, for a weekend, before going to visit some family a few hours north of me, and then coming back here at the end of the week, to spend another weekend with me before flying back home. Little did she know, I had been planning one hell of a visit ever since she finalized the plans. I had arranged for no one else to be around for two weeks starting the Wednesday before she got here, giving me plenty of time to set things up. The entire downstairs of my house was like my own apartment, and I intended to use all of it. There were two beds, mine, and a spare one for guests. Both beds were set up with straps, chains, and a few toys. All were kept hidden from view of course, lest she figure out my plans before I had a chance to make my move. It was Friday, and I only had one thing left to do before going to pick her up at the airport. I have a bar in the downstairs of my house, and I intended for it to be fully stocked before she got here. She told me years ago that she gets horny when she gets drunk, and well, if my advances toward her didn’t go as planned, I might have to get her a little tipsy and try again.

It was noon and I couldn’t believe that in less than an hour my angel was going to be getting off a plane, and heading home with me. I went over the checklist in my head real quick as I drove to the airport. Everything should be ready for our wild weekend. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her round the corner in the terminal. There she was, she saw me and began to run a little. Apparently she was looking forward to this weekend too. I would have never guessed how much she was looking forward to this.

We embraced in a friendly hug, and already I wasn’t sure I could wait. Having her in my arms, so close to me was driving me crazy. Her tits pressed firmly against my chest, the smell of her hair filling my nose. I thought of a quick grab at her ass, but quickly decided against it. I was already getting hard, and grabbing her ass was only going to make it even harder to hide my excitement.

“I’ve missed you,” she said softly, as we let go of each other finally. Damn, even her voice still turns me on. If she glances down just once, there will be no hiding it.

“That makes two of us babes.” Babes..I used to call her that all the time. I wonder if she even remembers anymore. “How much luggage do you have?” I asked her, starting to walk toward the baggage claim area.

“Just 2 bags, and this,” she said picking up the small carry on she had dropped when we hugged. “How long is it to your place? I can’t wait to just relax, and catch up.” What was that? she smiled, but it looked like more, like she has something up her sleeves. No it’s just my damned head confusing me.

“Just about a half hour. I still can’t believe you got a flight into this airport, It’s supposed to be near impossible.” She pointed out her two bags, which I quickly picked up, for her. She went to grab one, but I started walking away. “I’ll carry them, don’t worry, lets go.” I need to carry them, they are my only hope of hiding this hard-on until I can make an adjustment.

The drive home was uneventful. We talked about her job, and how she had gotten such hell for taking this time off. “But I wasn’t about to let anyone take this week away from me,” she said with a smile. By the time we got back to my place, she looked exhausted, so I brought her stuff in, showed her the bed she’d be sleeping in, and suggested she rest for a little bit.

She was reluctant to waste the first few hours of her visit sleeping, but as soon as she lay on the bed, she fell right to sleep. I sat there for an hour, just staring at her. This was my angel, The woman of my dreams, just a few escort beylikdüzü feet away from me. After a while, I got up and went to my own room to hop on my laptop and check my email. There was an email from one of my best friends Kari.

Kari was a great friend, and she was more. She and I had bonded over the last few years, and quickly got to a ‘friends with benefits’ kind of friendship. She was about the same height as Katie, with light brown hair and green eyes. Not as busty as Katie, but damn what an ass! Kari had the kind of ass that just screamed “Fuck Me”!

I opened the Email, and was greeted first by a picture of Kari, completely naked, spread eagle with a vibrator stuck in her ass. I was instantly hard once again. Before I continued, I went and checked on Katie. Still asleep in the bed, I closed the door, and went back to the email, undoing my pants as I went. I sat down on my bed in front of my laptop, with my cock in my hand, and just stared at the picture. I scrolled down to read the email, while I slowly starting stroking my cock. The email said only one thing. ‘Call me when you get this!’

I reached for the phone, and called her immediately, my cock still in my hands. “Hello” came her voice when she picked up. I thought I heard cars nearby.

“Hey sexy, what’s up?”

“Mmmm, you I hope.”

“Oh yeah,” I asked with a questioning tone to my voice. I didn’t have to wonder where this was leading. “Why’s that?” I was playing with her, and she knew. I always liked to make her say it.

“Because I have a surprise for you stud.” A surprise? Hmm..I wonder what she has in store?

I started stroking my cock again, and continued. “Well, you know I love surprises, especially when they require me to be ‘up’.” She chuckled at that, and inquired to whether or not that requirement was being met. “Mmm..well, as a matter of fact, I happen to have a nice hard cock right here in my hand. Will that be enough to satisfy?” It hit me that Katie was still in the other room, so if this was going to be done, it needed to be quiet, and quick.

“Well, we will certainly find out in about five minutes.” I could almost see the smile on her face. Wait a minute! We’ll find out in about 5 minutes..thats what she just said. What does she mean by that?

“Whats in five minutes?” I asked, honestly a bit puzzled about the answer.

“Well thats the surprise baby.” She paused for a moment. “I’m only a few minutes away from your house!” What?!?!?! She lives in Tennessee…how could she possibly be here? She can’t be here now. Katie is in the other room. “…It’s going to feel so good.” I was snapped back to the conversation. “Baby, I have been waiting for this for so long.” A knock came at the door to the house. Shit! that can’t be her already can it? Fuck, what am I gonna do? “Baby? Aren’t you going to come to the door and find out what your surprise is?”

Shit, I guess I can’t leave her out there. “Sure, hold on a second.” I Hung up and went to the door. I opened the door, and was immediately embraced by Kari, and welcomed to a very passionate kiss.

“Hmm..Is this for me baby?” She asked looking down at me. Suddenly with a bit of a panic I realized that in all the confusion, I never bothered to stuff my cock back into my pants, and so there it was, pointing at her. She reached down and grabbed a hold of it, giving it a light squeeze. She made one of the cutest little look on her face, as though she was thinking real hard. “Yup, I think this will do nicely,” she exclaimed, as she began to walk down the stairs, pulling my cock with her.

“Uh..Kari..” Shit, how do I tell her this? “Babe…I uh…kinda have company right now.”

“Oh really? What kind of company?” She had that devilish smile on her face as she continued toward my room. She stopped when she saw that the guest room door was closed. “Hmm..Could the company be in here?” She laughed as she opened the door and peered in. “Oh my..is that Katie in there?” She opened the door all the way, and stepped in, still pulling me by my cock behind her. She pulled me right over next to the bed, and turned around, with the same devilish smile on her face. “Oh my. Look at this.” She pointed down to Katie asleep on the bed. “Well, since she is asleep, I hope she won’t mind us using the room for a little while.” With that, she dropped to her knees in front of me, pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankle, and smiled up at me.

“Baby..we can’t do this now…not here…” I was stuttering. My mind was saying “no”, but my voice didn’t seem to confident in that. And my cock was definitely not agreeing.

She obviously didn’t seem to care what I was saying. She looked to her side, seeing Katie’s face just inches from hers, then looked back up at me. Without saying a word, she leaned forward and licked the head of my cock. She never took her eyes off of mine when she quickly began to slide my cock into her mouth. Being as big as I am, most women can’t fit all of it in their mouth, and most have a hard time getting used to it’s girth as well. Kari was no exception as far as the length came. She never could fit all of me. But having done this gürpınar escort many time before for me, She was well used to the thickness by now.

As my cock reached the back of her mouth, she began to suck lightly. Moving her mouth back and forth just a little bit, her tongue dancing around my shaft inside her mouth. Any chance of me fighting it went out the door. Her hands came up from her sides. One wrapped around the base, and began to stroke it slowly, while the other began to massage my balls. I started to moan, but quickly stopped, looking over at Katie. Kari didn’t miss a beat. She quickly starting moaning around my cock. Knowing that I was trying to be quiet only egged her on. She moaned as loud as she could while bobbing back and forth on my cock.

The vibrations around my cock were too much to handle, and I lost control. I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to somehow stop myself from moaning. I don’t know how long I stood there like that, but it had to be about 10 minutes. That is when the unexpected happened. My eyes shot open when I realized that I felt a mouth on my balls. I looked down to see that Katie had woken up, and without a word, had joined Kari. There before my eyes, was two beautiful girls, having their way with my cock. Kari expertly sucking my cock, and Katie greedily feeding upon my balls. When Katie looked up into my eyes, I lost it. I moaned, quite loudly, and erupted. Cum began shooting into Kari’s mouth. Startled by this, she jumped just a little, causing my cock to slide deeper, past the point she could handle, and well into her throat. With my cock spasming like it was, and cum shooting out of it, she began to gag, and pulled back. Seeing her opportunity, Katie quickly grabbed hold of my cock, bringing it over to her mouth, and sucked it in. My entire body shook again, at the sight of my cock in her mouth. I had always dreamed of this, but until now, I’m not sure I ever really believed I would experience it. She took more of me into her mouth than Kari had. All but the last inch. And she sucked with all her might, trying to coax every drop out of me. Kari’s hand found it’s way back to my cock, and began to squeeze and stroke every bit she could get a hold of, milking me into Katie’s mouth. Then she pulled it out, and brought it to her own mouth trying to catch the last few drops. A pouty look grew on her face as she realized there was none left for her.

Katie turned to see the look on Kari’s face, and in response to that, she grabbed Kari by the face, and pulled her into a kiss. Seeing these two gorgeous women kissing, sharing the taste of my cum just turned me on even more. My cock never got a chance to get soft again.

I stepped back, and watched the two women making out, giving myself a chance to recharge a bit. Kari climbed up onto the bed with Katie, and the two began to get a little heavier. Katie’s hand was lifting Kari’s shirt up. When her bare breasts were exposed, I moaned. Her nipples were hard. Quickly Katie removed the shirt completely, and began to suck on Kari’s nipples. Not wanting to waste my energy, I resisted the urge to start jacking off at the sight that lay before me.

Slowly the two girls began removing article after article of clothing, until both were naked, feeling each other, and kissing all over their bodies. It didn’t take long before they locked into the most erotic sixty-nine I had ever imagined.

This was just too much for me. I stood up, and walked over to the bed, climbing up behind Kari. I was graced with one hell of a view. Katie’s tongue licking up and down Kari’s wet lips. Katie, feeling me climb onto the bed, looked up into my eyes, not bothering to take the time to stop her oral pleasuring of Kari. I moved closer, and felt Katie’s hand grasp for my cock, pulling it down closer. Expecting her to pull me into her mouth, I closed my eyes in anticipation of her warm mouth. My eyes shot open in surprise when I felt the familiar, tight feel of Kari’s wet pussy engulfing the head of my cock. I looked down, to watch as Katie steered my cock into Kari’s waiting pussy. “Mmmmmmmmm” I heard the muffled moan coming from between Katie’s thighs.

“Yea, Katie…fuck her tight hole with my cock.” I said. I remembered Katie once told me how much talking like that turned her on. “She likes feeling it all baby,” I continued. “Feed my cock to her pussy.” Katie complied, grabbing my ass, and pulling me all the way into Kari. I had intended to have my cock buried into a pussy by now, but I had expected it to be Katie’s, not Kari’s. But my GOD it felt good.

Kari’s moans were getting louder. Even the wet pussy pressed against her mouth was no longer muffling the sounds. I looked down, and suddenly realized what was getting Kari so excited. Katie was now sucking on Kari’s clit, while my cock was deep inside of her. “Mmm..Kari, you are about to get even more excited!” As I made my promise, I came through. I pulled back, slowly sliding out, until nothing but the head of my cock was inside of her. As she moaned once more, I quickly thrust forward, forcing my entire length into her fast. She screamed into Katie’s pussy, akbatı escort which only fueled all of us on more.

Kari was now lapping at Katie’s cunt, while her own was getting slammed by my cock. Knowing what Kari likes, I knew just how to work her. Knew what it would take to push her over the edge. My hand came down on her ass, slapping her. “Oooooo…baby, slap my ass!” She was really starting to get into it. She didn’t have long left. I could tell. Her pussy was starting to clamp down on me. Getting tighter and tighter. Time for the final nudge. I slammed into her harder, and slapped her ass again. This time, when My hand came down on her ass, it stayed there, and a finger quickly slipped into her. That was all it took. “AAAAAHHHH I’M CUUUMMMMMMINNNNG,” she screamed out.

Katie just lapped and licked at Kari’s cunt, as it spasmed around my cock. “Cum….oh….in….mmmm…me…baby..” Kari was breathing hard. I doubled my efforts, wanting to oblige the request. Katie was the final key to the whole thing. She licked down Kari’s slit, until her tongue found it’s way to my balls, hanging down, and swaying as I fucked Kari. Quickly she sucked them both into her mouth, and began to massage my balls with her tongue. That was all I could take, and I exploded into Kari’s cunt, sending her into another orgasm, just as she was ending the first. Having my balls emptied, seemed to spur Katie on, as she began to squirm around under Kari. I realized she was cumming as well.

Have you ever came so hard that you passed out? Well, that’s what happened to me. Last thing I remember was Katie sucking on my balls while I slammed Kari’s pussy hard. We were all cumming..and then nothing. Next thing I know, I woke up alone on the bed. Was it all a dream? I tried to roll over to see if anyone was there, only to find I could not move. My hands and feet were tied to the bed. Too excited from the dream to panic, I just strained my head forward, looking around. Sure enough, I was alone, but I was naked, and hard as a rock. What in the world is going on? Who tied me up? And where are they?

It didn’t take long for that question to be answered. I hear giggling from the other room, and then the door opened. In walked Katie and Kari, naked. “It…it wasn’t a dream?” They smiled and sat down on either side of me, Katie on the left, Carry on the right.

“No love, it wasn’t a dream.” Katie said. She leaned down and kissed me, followed by Kari doing the same. Katie looked up at Kari. “I guess we should explain huh?” Explain? Explain what?

“Yeah, I guess he is a bit confused.” Kari agreed. “Why don’t you take care of that, while I explain?” Kari pointed to my cock. Katie just smiled, wrapped her hand around the base of it, and began to stroke it slowly. “You see,” Kari began. “Katie here got in touch with me through you’re myspace page. It seems you let slip to her that we have slept together before.” I moaned when Katie’s second hand cupped my balls. “And so we got to talking,” Kari continued. “She told me about how much she wished she could fuck you. And I explained how you had confided in me, that you wanted her just as bad.” It was getting difficult to pay attention, but being very interested in this, I tried my best. “When she told me about the trip, an idea struck me.” She smiled at me. “You see, we both knew that you would be too scared to make a move on her, so we came up with a plan. I would show up, ‘out of the blue’, and get things started. And then she would simply join in.” At this point, Kari leaned down and kissed the tip of my cock, making it jump just a bit.

Katie then let go of me, and continued for Kari, as Kari began to swallow half of me. “I wasn’t about to let you get away with it again,” she explained. “And you know, as it turns out, both Kari and I were very interested in being with another woman, as well as having a threesome,” she paused. “Thing is, the only guy we were interested in having one with, was you. So I told Kari what time I’d be coming in, and told her to get here a few hours later, assuring her that I would be pretending to sleep.” She leaned down and kissed me. “I thought you had caught me for sure, when you sat there and watched me sleep for so long. I was sure you knew I was faking.”

I was getting dangerously close to cumming once again. Kari must have sensed this, because she stopped and sat back up. “So now, you are going to do what you and your girl here have been fantasizing about for so long.” She motioned for Katie to go ahead with the plan. “I got him nice and ready for ya babe. If you don’t mind, I think I’d like to enjoy part of him as well.” With that, she straddled my head, and lowered herself onto my face. Not wasting any time, I stick my tongue out, and quickly found her clit. At first contact, she began to push against my face harder. I began to wonder what Katie was doing, and then I found out. I felt a warm sensation on the head of my cock, followed by tightness. This was unmistakable. Katie was lowering herself onto my cock. My dreams were coming true at this very moment. I was finally learning what it felt like to be inside of Katie’s box. I had waited, and dreamed of this for years. Apparently Katie had wanted it for some time too, because without warning, she just let gravity do it’s work, and I felt my cock swallowed by her tightness. Instinctively I thrust up into her, but was held down both by my bonds, as well as both women sitting on me. But my thrusts quickly become irrelevant, as Katie began to bounce on my cock.

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We went to a general meeting last night for the condo association where we met a very out going owner. She was very involved in the meeting, speaking her mind many times, and my wife and I were getting a little irritated, but after the meeting ended, she came over and asked if we could give her a ride home. I wasn’t too thrilled about it but my wife quickly agreed and the three of us went out and got into the car. The woman, whose name is Jean, talked about the meeting all the way back to the complex and I was glad the ride was only a few minutes. When we dropped her off at the front door, she asked if we would like to come up for coffee. Before I could say anything, my wife agreed and got out of the car with Jean. I told them I would be right up after parking the car. The two women entered the building as I begrudgingly parked and locked the car. I came back to the building and went up to Jean’s suite, lightly knocking on the door. She answered and let me in, taking my coat and offering me a coffee.

I didn’t notice right away but when I sat down beside my wife on the couch, I noticed that Jean’s clothes seemed a little messy, her shirt was out of her pants and they were lower on her hips. Her hair was messed up a little too but I didn’t dwell on it too long. I looked at my wife and noticed she had a smile on her face and seemed a bit nervous, but again, I didn’t think about it too much. Jean came over and placed a coffee in front of me and sat down in a chair, facing us. We started talking about the meeting and I thought this was going to be a very dull but quick coffee.

Jean and my wife seemed to be enthralled with what each of them was saying as I sat, drinking my coffee, adding a few comments but mainly listening to the two women talk. After I finished my coffee, Jean offered me another and before I could decline, my wife said that I would like another and added that she would help get it for me. Both the women got up and headed for the kitchen, where I could hear them nervously giggling. I thought I heard another sound too but I wasn’t sure. It sounded like a small groan but I wasn’t sure.

The two women returned and immediately after putting my coffee down in front of me, Jean excused herself saying that she wanted to change into something a little cooler. She disappeared into her bedroom and my wife came over and sat down beside me again. I noticed a slight flush in her face but didn’t say anything. After about a minute, my wife said she was hot too and stood up to take her sweater off. As she did, I watched her, noticing her breasts sway as she lifted the sweater up and over her head. I remembered that she didn’t have a bra on and her nipples were sticking out through her blouse.

Just as she sat down again, Jean came out of her bedroom, wearing a pair of tight pants and a little halter-top that barely covered her breasts. As she walked towards us, her breasts swayed and I realized that she too didn’t have a bra on. Her nipples were sticking out through her top also and there were no seams in her pants where there should have been panty lines. I was beginning to wonder what was going on between these two women.

Jean sat down again and the two women talked some more as I listened, watching the two of them as best I could. The talk suddenly turned to sex and the two women were getting a little more animated as the talk got deeper and deeper into the subject. I sat there, watching the two women in a daze as they talked about making love and intercourse.

Hearing my name brought me out of my daze abruptly. Jean had asked about fantasies and I heard my wife mention my name. The two women had stopped talking and were both looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I tried to look like I had been listening and quickly brought up the subject of making love to two women. Jean and my wife had big grins on their faces as I spoke and I suddenly realized what exactly was going on. The two women were seducing me and as I sat there, my groins were suddenly stirring.

My beylikdüzü escort wife leaned over and took the coffee cup out of my hand, putting it on the table. She then turned and kissed me lightly on the lips. “How would you like to have two women to make love to tonight,’ she asked. I looked at her and then at Jean, who was smiling at me. “I’d love to,” I said quickly. Jean was the first one on her feet, saying, “What are we waiting for then,” as she started towards the bedroom, shedding her clothes as she did. My wife was right behind her, shedding her clothes as she followed Jean. I waited a few seconds, watching the two women slowly strip as they headed up the stairs. I got up and watched the two bare asses sway in front of me as they continued up the stairs, their arms around each other, their hands roaming over each other’s bare buttocks. They reached the top of the stairs and stopped, embracing each other and kissing. I could see their tongues being thrust in each other’s mouth and they were quietly groaning as they continued to run their hands over each other. They broke their embrace and my wife grabbed my hand, leading me into the bedroom. The room was large, with a sitting area and a large bed nestled in a corner. I watched as the two women headed straight for the bed with Jean getting in the middle on her back, reaching up to embrace my wife, who fell into her arms naturally. They started to kiss again and their hands were exploring each other as they sucked on each other’s tongues. They seemed to have forgotten about me being there, so I sat on the edge of the couch and watched the two women please each other. They were still kissing each other and I noticed my wife’s hand reach down and start to circle Jean’s clitoris. She started putting more pressure onto Jean’s clit and this made Jean moan and groan in pleasure. They continued for a few more minutes until my wife moved down Jean’s body to her breasts and started circling her nipples with her tongue, gently sucking Jean’s nipples into her mouth.

I suddenly realized that this was not a first time thing for my wife and Jean. They seemed to know each other’s spots too well and were enjoying each other more than they would have had it been the first time they had gone to bed together. My mind went to the excuses my wife had been using for the past month about being involved in a club in the complex and her excuses about being so late getting home. I knew what she had been doing at this so called club and I smiled thinking that she was not only fulfilling my fantasy but her own too, although we had never talked about fantasies before.

I continued watching the two women make love to each other. My wife had Jean lying on her stomach and was licking down the crack of her ass. She parted Jean’s cheeks and licked her hole, pushing her tongue against her brown spot. She seemed to get her tongue inside Jean’s hole and began tonguing and reaming her. Jean was groaning and moaning as my wife started to tongue fuck her ass hole. My wife kept tongue fucking Jean for quite a while and then lifted her ass up so she could get more of her tongue inside her. She was licking and sucking Jean’s ass for all she was worth, making Jean groan louder. She finally replaced her tongue with a finger and with her other hand, reached under Jean to caress her clitoris again. This made Jean explode and she was moaning louder, telling my wife to fuck her hard. My wife was thrusting her finger in and out of Jean’s ass hole as hard as she could by now. Jean’s was quickly coming to an orgasm as her ass was being fucked. She finally slumped down on the bed with a loud groan and the two women were breathing very hard as they lay beside each other, slowly running their hands over each other’s breasts and clits.

Jean got on her knees and went for my wife’s clit with her mouth, making my wife moan loudly. I heard that familiar moan and I knew my wife liked to be eaten and had many orgasms from me eating her. avcılar escort Jean was very good at it and I watched as her tongue circled my wife’s clit. She sucked and licked until my wife was writhing on the bed, holding Jean’s head to her as she rolled. My wife lifted her legs in the air to give Jean more access to her and Jean, putting my wife’s legs over her shoulders, started tonguing my wife’s ass hole. She soon was tongue fucking my wife’s brown hole and had my wife coming and coming. She replaced her tongue with a finger and leaned over to tongue my wife’s clit as she finger fucked my wife’s ass. My wife exploded in orgasm as Jean continued fucking her. My wife was loudly telling Jean to fuck her and Jean was thrusting her finger in and out of my wife’s ass as hard as she could.

They came together with loud moans and groans and collapsed on the bed, both breathing heavily from the exertion. After a few minutes, Jean reached over to the end table beside the bed and opened a drawer, withdrawing a long strap-on dildo. As she put it on, my wife was caressing it and sucking on it with a renewed passion. Jean slowly rolled my wife over, raising her ass up in the air while she maneuvered into position between her legs. She caressed my wife’s cheeks as she slowly inserted the large dildo into her vagina.

She pumped the strap-on cock in and out of my wife a few times, then quickly moved up and rammed it into her ass hole. My wife was groaning louder and louder with each thrust of the fake phallus. Jean held onto to my wife’s hips, leaned back and started to ram the cock in and out of her as hard as she could. The two women were in a world of their own as Jean fucked my wife. My wife was getting hotter and hotter and as she did, she was telling Jean to fuck her harder. Jean was thrusting savagely into my wife and they soon were close to another orgasm. Suddenly, my wife told Jean to stop and she quickly flipped over on her back, raising her legs up over Jean’s shoulders. Jean pushed the dildo into my wife again and started to thrust in and out. This time, it didn’t take long for the two women to reach orgasm as they thrashed and rolled all over the bed in orgasm.

Again, they collapsed on the bed in total exhaustion and as they lay there, my wife looked over at me with a glassy look in her eyes. I was sitting with my clothes off and stroking my hard cock. It took a few seconds, but she told me to not waste it and I got up and joined the two women on the bed. I quickly went down on my wife, trying to get my tongue in every possible hole I could. I licked and sucked on her clit and ass hole, completely savoring the taste and smell of her/ I quickly moved over my wife and attacked Jean’s cunt, licking and sucking on her clit as hard as I could. I could feel my wife’s hands caressing my hard cock and balls as I licked and sucked on Jean. They were both breathing heavily and I moved between Jean’s legs and thrust into her as fast and as hard as I could. I knew I wouldn’t last long so I thrust faster and faster until I exploded inside her with a torrent of come. As I finished ejaculating, my wife took my cock out of Jean and thrust it into her mouth. She sucked all of Jean’s juices and my come off my cock and at the same time, started to get me hard again. She continued until I was rock hard, then told me to fuck her. I scrambled between her legs and started pumping in and out of her. I slowed down a little to enjoy the familiar feeling of being inside my wife. At the same time, I felt Jean tonguing my ass hole. As she licked and sucked on my hole, I continued thrusting in and out of my wife until I felt a hard object at the entrance to my ass hole.

I looked behind me and Jean had the strap-on around her waist and was pointing its head directly at my ass. She parted my cheeks and slowly inserted the fake cock into me. She pushed a little harder and was soon inside my anal canal, slowly pushing the phallus further into me. esenyurt escort Soon all the way inside me, she stopped and as I continued thrusting in and out of my wife, she let the movement of me fucking my wife thrust the dildo in and out of my ass. Here I was fucking one woman and getting fucked by another. The feeling was erotic and electric.

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to fuck my wife harder or have Jean fuck me. I stopped thrusting into my wife and looked at Jean, telling her to fuck me harder. I leaned forward a little to raise my ass and Jean started pumping the dildo in and out of me as hard as she could. She was good at fucking and soon was thrusting in and out, ravaging me. As Jean fucked me, my wife moved out from under me and turned around so she could insert my hard cock into her ass hole. I leaned back a little and thrust into her, feeling the tightness and warmth of her canal. Up until now, I had never ass fucked my wife and the feeling was overwhelming. I still felt Jean thrusting in and out of me but I wanted to fuck my wife so I told Jean to stop and I started pumping my wife’s ass hole.

I soon came and was filling my wife’s ass with my come. As I finished coming, my cock popped out of my wife and I leaned forward again, telling Jean to fuck me as hard as she could. It didn’t take her long to get into a rhythm and she pumped the dildo in and out of me until I couldn’t take any more. I finally asked her to stop and she withdrew the cock from my ass hole. I collapsed onto the bed, panting and rasping, trying to catch my breath. I rolled over onto my back and Jean, having taken the strap-on off, took my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking on it lovingly. She kept telling me that she wanted to feel me in her ass as she sucked me to another erection.

Once I was hard again, she turned around and lowered herself onto my cock, slowly inserting it into her ass hole. She waited until I was fully inside her before she started pumping her body up and down on my cock. She bounced up and down a few times and then got off me to turn around, wiggling her ass at me, inviting me to fuck her from behind. I quickly got between her legs and inserted my cock in her ass hole. I started thrusting in and out of her as my wife quickly inserted the dildo into my ass again. This time I was fucking Jean and my wife was fucking me. We continued until I came again and then separated.

I watched through glassy eyes as my wife mounted Jean and started fucking her with the strap-on. The two women were soon moaning and groaning as my wife fucked Jean as hard as she could, thrusting savagely in and out of her ass hole. The two women came soon after and the room was filled with loud moans and groans as they reached orgasm together. They separated and we all lay on the bed, panting and breathing heavily as we touched and softly caressed each other.

When we recovered enough, I fucked both women again in the ass and had both of them fuck me. The women fucked me from behind and with my legs over their shoulders and I fucked them both in the same positions. After finally finishing and resting a little, my wife started to explain what she had been doing at the club meetings. It turns out that there were about five women in the complex who enjoyed lesbianism and the club meeting were basically, a women’s fuck night. It sounded like it had been going on before we moved into the complex and my wife was the newest member.

Their future plans had been to include men and I was the first to find out about the club’s activities. The next meeting was the next night and I was invited to attend, which I did. There were five delightful women there, all in various stages of dress when my wife and I arrived. They soon had all paired off and were licking, sucking and fucking each other, almost completely ignoring me as I watched all these women making love to each other.

That night was a true fantasy come true. I can’t remember how many times I was a sandwich between two women and how many times I was fucked but I will, in future years, never forget that night. Once there are more men involved with our little group, maybe I will get to feel a real cock up my ass spurting its hot come deep inside me. Now that will be the ultimate fantasy come true.

This is a true story. Let me know what you think of it.

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My knuckles were white gripping the steering wheel. Lara bounced expectantly in the passenger seat next to me, waiting patiently for my most recent bout of nerves to wear off. We were here; sitting in the parking lot outside of…what exactly? From the outside it looked simply like an upscale spa. Not what I’d imagined for my first “sex party” though I still had no idea what sort of party games were in store. Why was I here again? Oh yes, Lara told had told me in no uncertain terms that “I needed to get laid”. I never failed to be amazed at the things she talked me into.

Lara wore a long button down coat, which looked incredibly, ordinary, from the outside. There was nothing to indicate by looking that the coat and stockings were the only thing on, except for a scrimp of black satin and lace underneath. I was hardly any better; after a trip to Fredericks, and several stores that displayed options I’d not even known existed in “clothing lines”, I’d opted for what Lara deemed was the most conservative outfit she would approve. My old wool pea coat, a leftover from a boyfriend of long ago, hid metallic silver spandex, a skirt hardly more than an overly wide belt. It was mimicked by the same overly wide belt that, strapless, barely covered my cleavage and threatened to fall off at any moment. Thankful for once of smaller breasts on my slight frame, I could get away with a strapless top. Standing upright and not moving, I was barely decent, but any degree of bending or walking gave an onlooker a tantalizing view. No stockings or jewelry interrupted the smooth lines of my legs and back. I’d decided that if I was going to do this¸ I wanted to feel every scrap of sensation of the evening. Not even nylon would stand between me and… whatever it was that was coming next. I took a deep breath and met Lara’s eyes across the seat. Steeling myself, I grabbed the small overnight bag and got out of the car. She clapped excitedly and bounded out, clasping my arm as I came around the side and leaning her head on my shoulder as we walked towards the door.

Any last minute attack of nerves was overcome by Lara letting me go and hopping up the steps to push the brass doorbell. My heart jumped into my throat as the door was quickly and silently opened by a handsome man wearing what to my uneducated eyes appeared to be a very expensive suit.

“Welcome ladies,” he said in a voice tinged with a European accent I couldn’t identify. “I am Jonathan,” he waved his arm to invite us in.

Lara breezed past me and threw her arms around him, giving him a welcoming kiss on the lips. “Jonathan, it’s so good to see you! Thank you for letting me bring a friend, she’s been dying to come! You know you’re my favorite, host” she drew a finger down the side of his face coyly, having managed to insert herself fully along his body length during that simple hello.

He met her lips unruffled, bringing her along as he gave me a hug and chaste kiss on the cheek. “Let me get you ladies settled. Bags can go over there,” he pointed to a room with a door half open. “But first, let me show you the Room.” He escorted us to an elaborate set of doors at the end of the hallway (how did he end up with each of us clinging to an elbow, ushered along like some southern debutantes to their first ball?). He took my nervousness in stride, allowing me to quietly absorb the surroundings. Lara’s excitement seemed to reverberate off her skin, growing with each step so that she was practically humming with energy as Jonathan let go of our arms to open to double doors wide for our entrance. Stepping back, he indicated that we precede him through the door.

I walked into the Room, unsure of what I was expecting, startled by its very normalcy. No whips or chains hung from the ceilings, no sex swings or stripper poles, none of the things my wild imaginings had placed here. Well lit, it was nearly austere; walls pale enough to appear almost white, two long plush couches piled with pillows sat facing kitty-corner surrounding a sturdy oak coffee table. A large skinny table sat to the side, with carved claw feet and medieval carving decorating the trim. A round king size (?? what size was bigger than king?) bed was nestled in the far nook. The wall closest to us had a gas fireplace, and what appeared to be a lavish fur rug stretched in front of it. My fingers itched to bury themselves in the rug, feeling it’s softness against my legs…

Lara took it all in with a glance, and proceeded immediately to a small bar against the wall. Tall fluted champagne glasses were already full and sparkling, lined up in silent waiting. I walked closer to where she stood, inspecting several bottles on a short table next to the bar. Leaning over, I saw a variety of lotions, oils, lubricants, nearly a dozen different shapes and sizes, flavors. The largest pump-bottle was with stuff I was used to, the ‘unscented hypoallergenic’ that certainly did the trick, but suddenly seemed, boring. Behind the bottles was a small basket with condoms, again in more colors, flavors, sizes (?) than I’d realized existed. Certainly well organized! I thought again to myself.

Jonathan’s movement brought our eyes back to him, and he pointed to the four men I suddenly noticed standing silently in the corners. “Ladies, these are beylikdüzü escort your Guardians for the evening, Rob.” They nodded to us in respectful unison. He noticed my puzzled expression and continued easily “Like you, they don’t go by their real names, but for the purposes of tonight’s entertainment, they are your watchers, and your protectors, should you feel the need. Instead of trying to have you remember each name, if you speak with, or ask for, ‘Rob,’ that will be a person who’s watching, and who will assist you if necessary.” His mouth quirked in a smile, “They will also be the only ones in the room wearing a suit. However, I assure you that no such protection should be necessary. Tonight is a night of mutual pleasure, and shared enjoyment.” He bowed slightly to us. “Now, if you’ll come this way so we may finish preparations?” He indicated a small side door, which led to a dressing room where our bags already sat on the chair.

Lara quickly checked her makeup, and knocked on the door. Jonathan opened it immediately, and she smiled back at me, satisfied that if my nervousness wasn’t exactly behind me yet, I’d come too far enough along to panic and flee now. “You catch up soon honey. I’m going to head in first, you’ll be second. We’ll get the front row view of everyone that comes in.” With that, she winked and ducked out the door, leaving me alone with Jonathan.

“I’m glad you decided to join us this evening. Our efforts are simply to allow your pleasure; you don’t have to do anything here that you’re not completely comfortable with.” His candid and open demeanor helped relax some of the tension that had been building in my shoulders. He held up a small ribbon with a tiny LED light on it, and draped it over my head, fixing my hair and letting it ripple across my shoulders, making me shiver. “This is just in case you change your mind, press it and you will be escorted out immediately; but I think we would all miss your company. Any last minute questions?” He looked at me expectantly.

My pulse quickened. I stammered in a panic “uh… how do I know that those guys in there are, you know, safe?”

He smiled serenely at me. “You had your last physical with Dr. Cretz back in September, you have been on the birth control Yasmin for the last two years, and have never had a STD or contracted any condition that would require reporting to the CDC.” I was stunned. He clucked at me “No, I’m not going to tell you how I know that, nor will I share any such details about you, or any of my other guests you choose to spend time with. My role here is that of host, to ensure that you and your companions are safe to enjoy all of your pleasures this evening.” Oddly, I was comforted by this stranger’s intimate knowledge. This man I’d never met who’d looked into my private affairs, and those of others, so I would be a “safer guest”; this man who smelled faintly of cinnamon and was now stepping closer. He leaned forward, his body stopping merely inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating from him as he brought his lips to my ear.

“Turn around” he whispered. Mutely, I complied. He raised my hair once again, and I felt a warm, moist pressure on the nape of my neck. “This is your key for the evening, affixed with strawberry flavored glue” he breathed against my neck, raising chills down my back. “It’s up to you when, or how, you share your key, and when, or how, you acquire a key of your own tonight. But one of the keys out there will unlock a present. You decide how you play the game. But like most games – it’s no fun if you don’t play.” I felt his body press against mine as he dropped my hair over my shoulder, his lips landing hotly on my shoulder. I leaned against his weight, tilting my head back onto his shoulder as his lips moved up my neck. His arms snaked around my waist, crisscrossing my stomach then upwards to cup my breasts lightly. His fingers tightened over my nipples, which must have been clearly visible through the thin material. I pressed my body backwards against his, trying to feel if he was reacting to me. Instead he stepped backwards, sliding his hands to my waist, and drew me forwards. “Another night perhaps, my dear. Tonight is for you to enjoy your pleasure with my guests, whom I’ve selected specifically to complement your desires. I hope you enjoy their company as much as I know they’ll enjoy yours.” With that, he opened the door to the Room, and backed up, leaving the dressing room through a back door.

I stepped forward into blackness.

Though I’d been in this very room mere minutes prior, it seemed an alien landscape. Completely darkened except for tiny LED rope lights affixed to the corners of the ceiling, I could barely make out the silhouettes of the furniture, and couldn’t see anyone standing in the corners, though I knew they were there. There was a faint red light in the corner over the bar, reflecting on the champagne glasses. On the opposite side of the bar, a single blue light shown down from the ceiling, a beam centered on what appeared to be a small pedestal I could have sworn wasn’t there before. Movement caught my eye and I heard Lara call softly. I approached the sound of her voice and found her standing next to the pedestal, cast fully in shadows. Her perfume beykent escort crept across the air to me.

“Look!” she whispered in awe. It was in truth, a pedestal, with a flat glass box on top, the kind you’d see in a museum. Nestled in blue felt was a necklace set in white gold that had been melted in the form similar to a ying-yang; only on closer inspection could you tell it was two semi-distinct forms completing a sixty-nine, creating the setting for a large teardrop diamond which sparkled in the dim light. Lara reached forward and touched the tiny lock set in the glass, waiting for a key.

Behind us, the door slid open and heels clicked across the doorframe before sinking into the plush carpet. “Am I the first one here?” called a woman’s voice.

“Come see what Jonathan’s got for us tonight!” called Lara to our new arrival.

A blond bombshell emerged from the darkness to the edge of the light where I could just make out more than her shadow. She wore an actual dress¸ created of flaming red lace, sheer enough that I could make out the tiny freckle just above her left nipple and short enough to give the appearance that her long legs went on for miles. Like us, she had eyes first for the necklace, but then turned to Lara appreciatively. “Welcome back sexy!” She fell into Lara’s arms, running one hand across the front of her teddy and winding another into her hair. “We missed you last month!” She tilted her head up and they exchanged a kiss, curling around each other briefly.

Lara came up for air first, turning to introduce me: “This is my friend, Katerine” (the pseudonym for me we’d agreed on ahead of time; according to Lara, “Katerine” meant ‘pure’ in some archaic German language, which we’d found both found hysterical at the time). “Katerine, this is Amanda”. Without pausing, Amanda seamlessly transferred from Lara to me, curling her arm up my back and drawing her ankle up my leg.

“Well hello to you, Sugar” she purred into my ear. I wasn’t sure how to react to this warm affectionate creature now clinging to my side. Her skin felt like liquid satin and she smelled, good. She nuzzled my neck and gently licked behind my ear, breathing quietly “maybe I’ll be the one later to find your key, Sugar.”

I was saved from any response as we both turned at the sound of the next arrival. This was two women at once, obviously arrived together. Amanda couldn’t possibly have known who they were, but she bounded towards them regardless and they collided in a flurry of giggling limbs and tossing hair. Over a small chorus of “ooohs” and “mmms”, another shadow arrived on their heels, a slight woman who was wearing something, shiny; sequins reflecting and shimmering as she crossed the room. “The men are next” she announced to the room.

This was apparently a cue, as the women immediately arranged themselves in various poses throughout the room. Knowing they couldn’t yet be seen, they positioned to have a view of the newcomers. My panic briefly returned, and I started to feel a warm hand on the back of my thigh. “Relax” whispered Lara into my ear “we’re all just here for a bit of fun, you included!”

My senses focused on the door, I could tell when the door got blocked by a figure entering, but that was about it. One, two, three, tall, broad.. five. Five men entered the room. My eyes strained to make out more information, but I felt myself being led over to the champagne with Lara. This seemed a common meeting point; I heard glass clinking ahead of me. Sadly, I misjudged the darkness, careening off the corner of a couch and stumbling. Halfway to the floor I found myself caught and smoothly rotated into strong arms that held me in a backwards dip. I looked up, attempting to meet the eyes of my savior and became overwhelmed by masculine nearness, underlined by the scent of Drakkar Noir, my favorite.

“A kiss for a rescuer?” He asked quietly. My breath caught and my throat dried up, preventing me from speaking. “Ah, perhaps later then” his deep voice held only a touch of disappointment, more of a promise. He righted me easily, and somehow both his hands were on my ass, his palms pushing me gently towards Lara and the champagne His fingers were long enough that they caressed the skin on the back of my thighs below the fabric. I turned to look over my shoulder, but he’d melted back into the shadows.

I returned to the champagne, but Lara was already gone, so I sipped quietly, listening to the sounds around me, some kissing noises, quiet whispers, an occasional soft moan in the darkness. The temperature of the room seemed to be rising rapidly. A finger trailed down my back and I shivered, hearing a deep approving “mmm” behind me. Turning, I could make out a guy about my height, stocky and broad, who was already stepping closer. “So baby, do you wanna do it on the couch?” He asked bluntly.

“Excuse me?” I replied, stepping back. He caught my wrist as I went to pull away.

“That’s what we’re here for, right? Do you want to be on top, or would you like it if I bent you over the couch? Maybe you’d prefer I stick it in your ass? Don’t worry, I can be very accommodating.”

His matter-of-factness was just enough to keep me from pressing my halkalı escort little red light. He wasn’t trying to intimidate, simply ask the question of exactly where and how I would prefer to fuck him, right now. Despite the swirl of mental images his offer sent pinging through my head and the pinpricks of sensitivity I suddenly had from head to toe, this was going too fast.

“I think I’ll just start with some champagne” I replied tentatively, waiting for the rejection backlash common from the bar scene I was used to.

To my surprise, I depicted the shadow of a negligent shrug. “Alright baby, I’d have liked to have gotten to you first, but maybe later if you change your mind” he replied in the same matter of fact tone. With that, he turned, and rejoined the darkness, where from the sounds of it he was met far more enthusiastically by the pair of women who’d entered together. I heard one of them as “Hey Dan, are you lonely?” as they converged on him.

Though Dan had gone, the images he’d inserted into my mind lingered after him. Riding on top of masculine flesh, feeling the fur rug beneath my knees, grasping the back of the couch as I felt myself impaled from behind, rocking back and forth, I felt my legs squirming as I stood there sipping my drink, the nervous tension from before hadn’t disappeared, it had transformed into a new kind of tension, a heat that centered between my legs, drawing a direct line from my rapidly dampening groin to my nipples that were stiff under the scrap of fabric that confined them.

Momentarily adrift, I was glad to hear Lara’s soft whisper as she grabbed my hand “Come here honey, I need your opinion.” She led me over to one of the couches, I stepped carefully over pillows as we got closer, worried that there may be someone ensconced in them on the floor. Her fingers still clasped in mine, they landed on an ankle. Running our hands up the clearly masculine leg, it was obvious he was nude, but our combined fingers did nothing more than tease him all the way up, across his abdomen, chest. I felt the goosebumps we raised across his skin, despite the heat emanating from his body. He lay on his back, and Lara straddled his hips, letting his hard cock rest against the front of her body, but she ignored him and looked up at me. “Which do you prefer, the strawberry, or the coconut?” she asked me. By way of explaining, she leaned forward across his body, her hair draping across his chest, and she licked one of his flat nipples after the other. He remained silent, but bucked against her hips as her mouth met his flesh.

Tempted, I dropped to my knees in front of the couch. Dipping my head across his chest, I tentatively flicked his right nipple with my tongue, tasting strawberry. His breath quickened slightly. Encouraged, I sucked it into my mouth, grazing it lightly with my teeth. I was rewarded by a tightening of his muscles under my hand. Satisfied, I shifted my attentions to the left nipple, licking it more eagerly and sucking a bit harder this time; coconut. His arm had slid off the couch and curled between my legs. I widened my stance on my knees, pulling on one nipple with my fingers and licking, sucking on the other one with increasing speed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Lara rocking her pelvis against him, wrapping her fingers around with one hand and fondling her breasts with the other. His fingers were now rubbing against my tender flesh, becoming drenched by the moisture they found there. His other arm had found Lara, guiding the motions of her hips in time with the rhythm of her hands. She raised up on her knees, letting him rub against her hot opening; his fingers mimicked the action my wet slit, tempting, teasing, not entering. I continued my assault on his nipples, rocking myself against his hand. After what seemed an eternity, Lara impaled herself on his shaft, sliding wetly down his length. At the same time, I felt his fingers press inside of me, filling me. “Ahh……” we all said in unison.

He spoke for the first time. “Does the coconut taste the same on her as it does on me?” He asked me through broken breath. I looked up and realized that Lara had leaned forward enough to brace herself against his chest with her arm, her fingers caressing his nipples. Her exposed breasts shone with oil in the semi-darkness. Her eyes were rapidly assuming a glazed look as she rode him faster, harder. His hands continued to match her pace, fucking me with his fingers, deeper, faster. One of his hands reached up to grasp her breast, pinching the nipple and pulling on it gently; she moaned. Tempted, I reached up and grasped the other one, doing the same, feeling her nipple tighten under my fingers, and was rewarded by a similar moan. Drawn by her response, a brought my mouth up and replaced my fingers with my lips, tasking coconut and woman’s flesh. “Oh yeah” she moaned. It felt different than a man’s, plumper under my tongue, as if by sucking on her nipples I could feel the answering tingle in my own. As if by request, his head leaned towards me and he took my breast in his mouth, sucking on my nipple through the material. I rocked against his hands and Lara pumped his cock from above. We moved in a spiraling unison, breath harsh against the darkness, sweat prickling our skin. Lara came first, a long drawn out moan as she shuddered above him. She apparently triggered him, his body arched on the couch and he groaned, his fingers spasming inside me, I heard myself whimpering in response. Lara and I collapsed in a heap against his chest, our hair splayed across his body as we listened to his still pounding heartbeat.

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“What’s got you so pissed off, Jack?” asked Alan, “You’ve been trying to beat the golf ball like it’s a politician’s head.”

“That obvious, huh?” I mumbled “I hate this game almost as much as I sometimes hate my wife.” I quickly added, “If you repeat that, I’ll deny it.”

Rick spoke up and asked, “What’s she done now, scratch the car?”

We were all sitting around a table in the bar at the 19th hole having our after round libations. The other guys , Alan, Rick and Jim were enjoying their pints of beer while I was drinking soda water, lousy gout. We were all about 60 except for Jim who was the baby of the group at 44. Alan and Rick and their wives, Carol and Renee, were friends of me and my wife, Penny. Jim was a divorce who we had met through a tennis group.

I said, “No, since she has entered that weight watching group she has been an incredible asshole.”

Jim remarked, “Well, the common wisdom is that losing weight causes irritability.”

“Well, Jim” I said “She has gone over the dam with that crap.” “I can’t even get a hard-on anymore since she started this nonsense.” Our sex life had been dwindling for a long time as would most any couple who had been married for 35 years. She had seemingly lost interest but I still had needs. Jim didn’t understand this but Alan and Rick knew all about it.

“Ah, crap! I’ve got to go. The shrew will make my life a living hell if I don’t get home to walk the dog and fix dinner before she goes to yoga” I whined.

All three yelled “Henpecked” in unison. A few expletives followed and we walked out to our cars and went home.

A few days went by and I was out walking the dog early in the morning and ran into Alan and Carol. They always seemed to be lively and fun and touchy feely (sexy) sort of way. We stopped to talk and exchanged our good mornings. Carol then said something unexpected, “Alan tells me you and Penny are suffering from a case of Senioritis.” Alan yelled “Carol!” I looked at her and chuckled, “Yeah, I guess.”

“I think I can help put more zip into your life,” She exclaimed.

Carol was a real dynamo. She was about 5ft 1″ and had a unusual body shape. She was just a shade chunky but had massive tits that if they weren’t held up by her bra would droop down to her navel. Her abdomen was slightly rounded with smallish hips. Her legs were really muscled and defined from her thighs down to her ankles. Her hair was grey and cut short. Her nose was slightly large for her face but she had this killer smile that could disarm an army. She also was wickedly funny and intelligent.

She was beaming at me with that devilish grin.

Again I chuckled, “How?”

She retorted, “You just leave that to me. She likes Scrabble and Mexican Train Dominoes, Right?”

Since she had played those games extensively with Carol and Renee, I said “You know she does.” Alright, I’ll let you know how things are coming along in a few weeks.”

I completely forgot about it and several weeks passed. One day, Jim, Alan, Rick and I were out playing golf. I was riding in a cart with Alan and he asked, “How is Penny?”

I frowned, “She is driving me nuts. I can’t do anything right and I can’t get any.”

Alan whispered, escort beylikdüzü “Carol is about ready to make the major move in her plan.”

I looked at him “What?”

Alan said, “We need to know if you mind her having sex with another man?”

“Are you out of your mind?” I loudly replied, “She doesn’t have sex with anyone, including me.”

Alan said, “Come on, seriously, would you mind?”

I shook my head and said, ” If she did, at least someone would be having fun.” dismissing his comment as something that would never happen.

About two weeks later, Penny came home from Mexican Train Dominos and was acting a bit odd. It was as if she was stoned. Neither one of us used drugs and I barely drank and when Penny drank she got mean. However, in this case she was acting sweet and playful. She hugged and kissed me and we talked awhile. She told me she was really tired and needed to take a nap. So off she went and closed the door.

Penny was a tall woman with C breasts and very very long legs. Again, with someone in their sixties, her breasts were showing the effects of gravity. Short white hair, a few wrinkles but a few years ago she was drop dead gorgeous albeit a little weird in her behavior. She was a couple years older than myself and had had at least two engagements that were broken off. She had quite the potty mouth and talked about sex like she was the latest incarnation of Madame X but in reality was a prude in the flesh. Don’t get me wrong, we had several hot sex sessions in 35 years (involving oral sex and unusual positions) but She had this overriding compunction to control everything and she abhorred losing control during sex. So after some great success with oral sex she decided no more. We did have two lovely and successful children who were both married and had two grandchildren. Our sex life was pretty much boring and listless.

Anyway, getting back to the story. After about 2 hours, I got a call from Alan.

He said, “Meet me in the park, I have something for you.” Fifteen minutes later, he handed me a DVD and said, “Play this when you are alone, totally alone. No Penny in the house, Understand? After you watch call me or Carol and we will set up a place and time to talk.”

I nodded. The next day Penny went to exercise and I loaded the DVD. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Penny, Renee and Carol were laughing playing Dominoes and eating brownies and drinking coffee. After awhile the conversation started getting a little raunchy The women, acting a little loopy, started talking about certain guys being eye candy.

Carol said, “Ya know, I wouldn’t mind seeing Jim’s cock. Alan says he heard some women at work talking about how big he was and that he fucked like a stallion.”

I heard Penny say, “He is goooood looookin” Mmmm Mmm!”

Carol laughingly said, “Penny, Come on, you’d fuck him in a minute, if he came on to you.”

I could see Penny blush.

Renee piped in, “I’d fuck him in a flash.”

Penny laughingly said, “Come on Ladies, let’s play.”

Renee continued, “Come on, Penny, You know you would screw him.”

Penny said, “He hasn’t come on to me and I’m old and have istanbul escort been married for 35 years. My sex life has flown.”

“That’s total shit,” Carol said, “You’re pretty and you’re as young as you feel. You have experience that would put a young slut to shame.”

“Penny quit selling yourself short,” Renee agreed, ” In addition, to your husband, I bet there are plenty of men that would gladly fuck your brains out.” Renee started laughing and Carol and Penny joined in.

The conversation then shifted back to more mundane subjects. I saw the ladies consume a couple of more brownies and the drink of choice changed over to white wine. The women were acting silly now, There was definitely something in the brownies.

Out of nowhere, Penny said, “That Jim is good looking, I do wonder what his dick looks like?”

Carol, equally high, said “Well let’s find out. Jim come out come out where ever your are.”

Jim, from our golf foursome came walking into the camera view wearing nothing but skimpy nylon jockeys. He was 6′ 2″, had longish dark brown hair with ample hair on his chest. His abdomen was flat and was well-muscled. He looked similar to Sean Connery circa 1962.

Renee was giggling, Penny’s mouth dropped to the floor.

Carol said “Hey Jim, Can I look at your cock?”

He walked over to Carol, who slipped her wine and pulled Jim’s cock out of his panties. Jim was initially soft but started hardening up. Carol started licking his big dick head and Jim went fully erect.

“Hey I want a piece of that, Renee slid over and started licking Jim’s head but she went further and put her mouth all round the cock and started moving up and down. Jim was obviously enjoying the attention. Penny, however was blushing but she was also giggling which clearly indicated she was not repulsed and was looking interested.

“Penny you want a closer look?” Renee asked.

Jim was a full 8 inches and really thick. Penny didn’t say anything. She was wide-eyed and giggling. Jim went over to her and put his cock right in front of her face.

Carol said, “Come on Penny take it in your hand and take a lick. It’s delicious and much better than the brownies.”

Penny reluctantly took Jim’s cock in her hand and licked it a couple of times like a lolly pop. She stopped.

Renee kept egging her on, “Penny, come on, you want more.”

Carol laughed “Yeah, Penny don’t be chicken. Lick him, make him moan.”

Penny started complying. I started getting hard watching this.

Carol said, “Take all of his cock in your mouth.” Penny did and started moving up and down. Jim was facing the ceiling knees buckling.

Carol whispered in Penny’s ear, “Do you feel the cock pulsating and veins throbbing?”

Penny nodded slightly while sucking on Jim’s cock. Meanwhile, Carol and Renee started removing their clothes and Renee started sucking on Carol’s huge tits.

Jim recovered enough to start fondling Penny’s tits. Penny was starting to get really hot. With clothes flying off, Jim started removing Penny’s clothes and soon everyone was naked. Carol had her face buried in Renee’s muff and Renee was moaning gürpınar escort and groaning loudly.

Renee was about 5’11” and thin. She had small tits – size B – with large nipples. Her belly was flat and she had the most perfect legs. Her pussy lips were pronounced and her muff was bountiful. Her lips were full and she was getting close to orgasm.

Penny, high on the brownies, wine and two women loudly loving each other, was in no position to resist Jim. He was biting her ears and neck. I started smiling, I need to check her for hickeys.

He soon moved to her tits. She was laying on the sofa now. Jim was alternately sucking and biting her nipples. Penny’s back was arched and she was trying to stuff her entire tit into Jim’s mouth. Penny ordinarily was silent during sex but she was moaning and talking softly.

Carol had started sucking on Renee’s tits while vigorously fingering her pussy. Renee started cumming and cumming and cumming. She was screaming so loud that you probably could have heard it three blocks away.

I heard Penny say breathlessly, “Fuck me.”

Jim wasn’t ready yet, He went down on Penny’s cunt and started eating her out. I couldn’t see what was happening except that Penny was in ecstasy.

She kept saying, “Fuck me, Fuck me,”

Jim finally stood up and positioned Penny’s hips and slowly moved his cock past her pussy lips, She gasped for air since it was so big. Meanwhile Renee was returning the favor to Carol and Carol was laughing and moaning at the same time.

When Jim started thrusting slowly and rhythmically. Penny wrapped her legs around his ass, grabbed same ass and held on tight. She was out of her mind.

Carol in the midst of her own carnal shenanigans saw what was happening and said. “Fuck her hard, Jim. She needs a good fucking. Hey Penny where do you want to him to cum?”

I couldn’t believe my ears when Penny said, ” A real man always cums in a woman’s pussy.”

Jim was now fucking so hard that you could see the full length of his cock from his tip to his balls feverishly pounding Penny’s pussy. A few more thrusts and I could see whoever was holding the camera close behind Jim’s cock and Penny’s pussy. It was a real close-up.His cock was in up to his balls and you could see his balls contracting and throbbing hard. He was shooting huge ropes of cum into my wife’s pussy. I counted 10 hard contractions. Then the camera went dark.

I was leaking inside my pants and I had to go relieve myself in the bathroom. After I calmed down I called Alan.

“Jesus, Was that my wife? Who was the camera man?”

He said, “I was. Renee and Carol had planned on me doing that.”

I said “Say What?”

He said that Carol had been planning this “orgy” for weeks. The board games were designed for socializing and learning about Penny, her hang-ups and fantasies.

Alan said “At some point, Carol started putting small amounts of pot into the brownies and gradually increased the amount over time.”

He told me that they were really high during the filming which explained her behavior when she came home.

Alan said, “Carol is having another sex game session in a week Wednesday at 10am. I want you to ready to drop in at Noon.”

I countered, “Penny committed to this during the last session?”

Jim said, “No, she committed yesterday while stone sober.”

“Good Lord” I stammered not able to get anything else out.

Jim then added, “If you don’t have any Viagra, go to the doc and get some, you’re gonna need it.”

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I sneak into the locker room to surprise Cooper after the rest of the team leaves. I peek around the corner and spot him changing out of his uniform. He’s naked except for his jockstrap. I take a running leap onto his back.

“Congratulations, Mr. Coastal Series Champion!”

I wrap my legs around him and pepper the side of his face with kisses. He lowers me to the ground. We embrace.

“Uh oh, Hailey. You’re going to get me in trouble with coach. No girlfriends allowed.”

“Maybe I like trouble.” I flick his cup with my fingernail. “How does it feel to pitch a perfect game?”

“Pretty fucking amazing. I’m still in shock. And I like your shirt.”

I look down at my crisp new Salisbury Skinny Dippers minor league championship tee.

“Yeah, they had these things ready to go. Where did the rest of the boys run off to?”

“Picking up drinks. There’s gonna be a celebratory tailgate in the parking lot.”

“So we’re all alone?”

Cooper puts his hands on my waist.

“We are.”

“We should take advantage.”

“What did you have in mind?”

I snap his jock strap.

“Take it off.”

Cooper strips and stands in front of me in all his glory. I touch his stomach with my fingertips. He presses my back against the lockers and kisses me deeply. I hold his cock in beykoz escort bayan my hand.

He takes off my shirt to reveal a still-damp bikini top, and he gropes my breasts over the cold fabric. My nipples are tight. I taste the sweat and dirt on his skin.

“You’re a dirty boy,” I say. “We should take a shower.”

“Good idea.”

He hoists me up, and I kiss his neck as he carries me over. He twists a couple faucets. The hot water steams all around us.

Cooper peels off my soaked jean shorts. They drop on the ground like a ton of bricks. He lies on the gross floor like a gentleman, and I get on top. We make out passionately as the water beats down on our skin.

I rub my clothed vagina against his crotch. He moans and clasps me to his chest. I grind harder. He pulls my bathing suit up until my ass cheeks are exposed. I grab him by the balls.

“I didn’t realize there was entertainment tonight.”

We turn our heads. Rylan and Drew are casually drinking beers at the edge of the shower room. Cooper props himself up on his elbows.

“What are you guys doing back so soon?”

“We took the normal amount of time,” Drew says. “You were just distracted.”

Rylan nods at me.

“Hey Hailey!”

“Hey, guys!” I push the üsküdar escort bayan wet hair out of my face. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” Drew says. “But it’s really all because of this naked motherfucker right here.”

I hold Cooper’s face in my hands.

“Don’t I know it!”

He kisses my forehead and looks back at the guys.

“Where are our beers?”

“I’ll make you a deal, sport,” Rylan says. “We’ll take care of drinks, but only if we can stay.”

We both speak at once.

“Deal.”

“Sweet,” Rylan says. “We’ll get that delivered real quick.”

The two of them get comfortable on the floor. Cooper and I turn our attention back to each other’s wet bodies.

He moves his hands in circles on my ass and licks the water flowing down my neck. I’m so turned on. I flip my hair and stick out my ass. He unties the back of my bikini, then the top. It falls to the floor.

Cooper grips my waist, kisses my breasts, sucks my nipples. I moan in ecstasy. He tugs at my bathing suit bottom until it’s riding up my pussy, too. The fabric stimulates my clitoris.

I sit up, arch my back, and mount him cowgirl style. Corbin and Moises have joined the guys with a half-empty case of Budweiser. I grin at them, and they wave back. sancaktepe escort bayan

I move my bathing suit all the way to the side and let Cooper penetrate me. He releases a low groan. He bends his knees and braces himself on the slippery floor. I ride him hard. The water beats against my naked chest.

I look at the guys, and look back at my boyfriend.

“Should I?”

“Up to you.”

I stare straight at Rylan. He’s stock-still. I lick my lips and touch my breasts. I can feel him wanting me. He takes his clothes off as he walks into the showers.

Cooper pulls out, and I crawl over to his teammate seductively. Rylan turns on a couple more showerheads so the water engulfs him, too. I kneel in front of his long hard cock. I steel myself.

I take Rylan into my mouth. He puts his hands on the back of my head and lightly thrusts into my mouth. Cooper sits behind me, kissing my shoulders and the nape of my neck. I suck and suck and wrap my tongue around his shaft.

Corbin gets naked and stands next to Rylan. I rub my jaw and move down line. I suck and massage Corbin’s balls, then I lick his shaft from top to bottom. Drew and Moises step into the shower, and all four of them stand in a semi-circle.

I move wildly back and forth, and I jerk them off with both fists. Cooper joins too. They all climax within minutes, and they cum in my mouth and on my skin. Their semen washes down the drain.

Cooper expertly pleasures me with his fingers, and the guys watch excitedly while he brings me to orgasm. He kisses my stomach. He kisses my lips.

“How’s that for a celebration?”

Originally published in “Stories To Bang By, Vol. 41: Cock”

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Blue ink looped across the paper in front of Diana. Her own pen was writing, and she was the one making it move. But she couldn’t say what words she’d scrawled in her notebook, or what her AP World History class was so busy discussing right now. She’d just made some brilliant comment, and she couldn’t even remember what it was.

What day was today, anyway? Wednesday. Three more days of classes before her last-ever round of high school finals, eight days until graduation and freedom, and four days since she’d given her virginity on a silver platter to the boys next door.

She didn’t expect anything more to happen between her and the twins. She couldn’t. She might be inexperienced, but no way was she naive enough to consider that crazy, intensely hot, and totally unexpected weekend to be anything more than a hookup. With breakfast. The two of them had decided to help her out for old times’ sake, and that was all.

She did have to admit that, back at school, she’d felt less shy about meeting boys’ eyes, even having short conversations. It couldn’t hurt that none of the guys at school were really in the twins’ league, or that since the weekend, she’d been more ragingly horny than ever before, too distracted to worry about being awkward.

Diana shook her head, flipping to a fresh page in her notebook and listening to the argument about some year BCE with half an ear. Brendan had at least been polite enough to call on Monday evening. Of course she’d been doing dishes in the kitchen after dinner, and of course he’d called the landline and gotten her mother.

“Brendan!” Her mother had sounded surprised, but pleased. When Diana had come home from the O’Brians’ house the day before, her parents had commented on how nice it was to rekindle old friendships. “I’m so glad you called. I wanted to thank you for looking out for Diana this weekend.” A pause. “Yes, I know she’s all grown up, but parents do worry about their only daughter when they’re away.”

Diana almost choked, covering up her laughter with a fit of coughing when her mother glanced at her.

“Yes, of course, Ian too,” her mother said grudgingly in response to something on Brendan’s side. “I’m sure you were both very hospitable.”

And the conversation just went on from there. Diana did her best to linger over loading the dishwasher and wiping down the counters while she eavesdropped, wondering why the hell Brendan was chatting up her mother. From her mom’s half of the conversation, which involved three-quarters of the talking, it sounded like she was catching up on Brendan’s entire life story from his past two years at UConn, and he was asking all about her yoga classes and her knitting club. Diana could only marvel.

“Oh, you want to talk to Diana?” her mother asked. Like it was an afterthought. “She’s right here.” Beaming, her mother held out the phone. “He’s such a nice boy,” she stage-whispered to Diana. “If he and Ian weren’t twins, I’d wonder if they were even related.”

Diana took the phone like it was a hot ember, wondering if she could casually bring it into her bedroom — or if that would raise her mom’s suspicions — or if Brendan would unleash a stream of dirty talk about her sweet pussy and get off on knowing she was trying to keep it together in front of her mother —

She needn’t have worried. The entire conversation was disappointingly wholesome. Brendan asked about her finals and said he hoped she had time to relax. She managed a question or two about the internship he was starting in a couple of weeks, some financial job somewhere that involved wearing a tie. He mentioned casually that Ian would be working at the gym nearby, which would involve not getting up early. Diana made a noncommittal response. Should she give Brendan her cell number? Play it cool? Which was more of a turn-on, Brendan in a tie or Ian in a tank top? Was this going anywhere at all outside her head?

While she debated, her dress starting to feel uncomfortably hot, he asked, “Do you want to talk to Ian too? He’s right here.”

“Um,” she said. Her throat was dry now. Her mother was busy sorting through library books on the dining room table, humming. She heard Brendan’s muffled voice on the other end, impossible to understand, and some brief response from Ian.

“Another time.” Brendan was back on the phone. “Talk to you later, Di. Sweet dreams tonight.”

And that had been it. Diana tuned in briefly to Ms. Fielding’s imploring voice, begging everyone to organize their thoughts before they wrote their essays for their final, then tuned out again. Obviously, Brendan had called because that was the nice thing to do after you talked a girl into a threesome with you and your twin brother, and he was a nice guy. At least, most of the time. And if Ian didn’t have the decency to even get on the phone, two days after he’d taken her virginity — well, that was about what she’d expect from Ian.

They probably teamed up to seduce a new girl each weekend, and were already trotting off to make beykoz escort bayan their next conquest. But she couldn’t help reliving every single burning minute of their time together — the pool, the treehouse, their parents’ bed, the kitchen — and imagining more. Even as she told herself sternly to focus, right here, right now, in her mind she was on her hands and knees at the front of the classroom, taking Brendan’s impossibly slow, deep, sensuous thrusts from behind while she swirled her tongue around Ian’s pulsing cock. When Brendan began caressing her clit and Ian gripped her hair with his hands, she clenched her thighs together in her seat, pushed her glasses casually up her nose, and smoothed down her strawberry-printed skirt over her knees — the kind of clothing that had earned Ian’s “librarian-on-crack” comment.

When she glanced to the side, she saw Alex Noriega, the boy next to her, checking out her full breasts. It was the sort of thing that would have made her expire of shame three days ago, unable to meet his eyes or talk to him for the rest of the year, but now, with lust arrowing through her body, it just made her stomach lurch with excitement. She watched Alex calmly until he glanced up and met her eyes. Their gaze held for a minute before he looked away first— him, not her.

As soon as the bell rang, she gathered her books and sped to the nearest restroom, where she leaned against the wall in the furthest stall from the door, reached inside her damp panties, and stroked her swollen clit, trying not to moan. God, her pussy was so hot and wet, and oh yes, Alex was on his knees in front of her, his head under her skirt, lapping up her cream as she purred and stroked his head. When she was about to come, she pushed him away and— jesus, Brendan’s cock was sinking into her again, filling her, stretching her eager cunt, while Ian grunted about how fucking good her tongue felt on his shaft and flooded her mouth with hot cum.

She shuddered, her thighs trembling, as Brendan teased her clit with aching patience and murmured about what a good girl she was. Yessss…his thrusts were getting deeper, almost painful and so very good. She bit her fist to keep from shrieking as she came, her whole body spasming and her still-tender pussy clenching tightly while she circled her clit until she was limp against the wall of the stall.

As she washed her hands and splashed water on her cheeks, her ears ringing from the three girls gossiping about last week’s prom by the tampon machine, sanity slowly returned. Her friends, who knew nothing about the weekend, would be waiting for her outside the cafeteria, tapping their feet over her lateness. She needed to be careful. She might be a ball of lust right now, and Alex might be cooperative in her fantasy, but who knew what signals she might send out to him or any other boys at school if she didn’t watch herself — or how they’d react?

*******

At eleven-thirty that night, Diana was well into the same hot date she’d been enjoying for the past few nights — and most of her time in high school, if she was being honest: comfy in her bedroom, perched at her desk, with her books and papers for company. A few candles and mellow indie rock on her record player set the mood.

Her friends were busy meeting for a study session at someone else’s house, and she’d thought about going, but she always studied better alone. It was easier to focus. And right now, she needed that focus. Fantasizing about boys was the last thing she had time for. Thankfully, she’d snapped back into the groove. She was calm, she was collected, and she was deep into calculus, working out one practice problem after another, absent-mindedly chewing on one of the oatmeal-chocolate-chip cookies she’d baked that afternoon to give herself a break. A dozen more cookies were piled on a plate next to her. She knew she’d go through them all before she was done tonight, along with the giant mug of iced coffee next to her calc textbook. If she was lucky, she’d wrap up studying around one am.

A light knock at her window interrupted her scratching pencil. Must be the huge tree outside, whipping its branches against the glass. Ignoring it, she took off her glasses and leaned back in her wooden chair with her eyes closed, arching her back to get the kinks out and rubbing her forehead. Two more knocks. Was the tree really doing that? It wasn’t even windy outside.

Opening her eyes, she started when she saw the smiling face outside her window. A gorgeous male face with dimples showing. Her stomach lurched. One of the twins had climbed the tree and was looking right at her, expectantly, through the glass.

She couldn’t believe it. Brendan and Ian had climbed up to her window a few times when they were kids — she’d done it, too — but it had been a long, long time since anyone scaled those branches. She tried to keep her hand from shaking as she tugged the window open.

“Hey,” he whispered. Brendan. üsküdar escort bayan The cleft in his chin told her that, plus the friendly expression. “Can we come in?”

We. They were both outside. Oh, boy.

“I’m busy,” she managed.

“We just want to say hi. We know you’re studying so hard.”

Diana breathed in and out. Already, her thighs clenched together, just from seeing him and hearing his voice. Her nipples, suddenly hard, poked against her constraining bra. Her pussy ached unmistakably.

“Just for a minute. I still have a lot to do.”

Nervously, she took the screen off the window and set it by her desk. Brendan climbed in surprisingly easily, maneuvering his long body through the window. He leaned over her desk, looking over the pencil-scrawled papers.

“Calc with Mr. Bertell? I had him for Trig. He’s a good teacher.”

“He’s decent,” she managed. Outside, branches creaked. She could only imagine Ian swinging himself up through the tree.

“You’re going to ace your final.” Brendan grinned at her and dropped a hand on her shoulder. Her whole arm prickled from the touch. “I can tell.” He moved behind her, finding her other shoulder and kneading out the knots with long, sure strokes.

Sweat gathered under her arms, and her dress felt much too hot. The strawberry-printed cotton was practically asking to be peeled off.

“Well, thanks,” she murmured. She started as Ian’s bulk appeared in her window, her whole body tightening. He dropped to the floor, more gracefully than he had any right to, and rolled his eyes at the papers on her desk.

“You already got into Yale. Blow off your finals. Live it up for once.”

“Colleges still look at grades.” Her throat was dry now, and her voice sounded hoarse to her ears. If Brendan in her bedroom made her nervous, Ian sent her adrenaline into overdrive. And the two of them together… Jesus, her parents were right downstairs. Quickly, she put her glasses back on and started writing again, even though the stream of symbols coming out of her pencil was total gibberish. “And I like to do my best.”

“I like to do my best,” Ian imitated in a high voice, picking up a cookie and tossing it into his mouth whole.

“Shut up,” Diana mumbled automatically, trying to focus on the papers in front of her. Brendan hadn’t stopped massaging her back. He was really taking his time, and he was much too good at it. She hadn’t even realized how stiff she was. At least Ian was back to being Ian, instead of confusing her with hangover cures and breakfast. She could deal with bickering back and forth like little kids — just barely. “I’m trying to take a derivative.”

“I hear that’s illegal in most states.”

Diana bit her lip to keep from laughing. Ian looked pleased. He scooped up a handful of papers from her desk and held them out the open window. “Hate for you to get in trouble. How about I take care of these for you?”

“Only if you want your balls wrapped around your neck,” she snapped, too annoyed now to be nervous.

Brendan chuckled softly behind her. He was still rubbing her shoulders, his fingers slipping under the collar of her shirt now and then to tease her bare skin. She couldn’t help sucking in her breath.

“That’s more like it.” Grinning, Ian tossed the papers back on her desk and loped around her room. His gaze swept the stacks of LPs next to her record player. “Poser.”

“I like records.” Her stomach lurched as Brendan’s hands moved up her neck to tangle in her hair, rubbing the back of her head.

“You’re living in the past.” Ian had already moved on to her dresser. He picked up the framed photos of Diana with her friends and inspected them. “Do you see these people? Or do you all sit alone in your bedrooms and study all night?”

“Ian, stop touching my stuff.” He’d done this when they were little kids too, Diana remembered with growing irritation. He’d gone through her things when the twins came over, teasing her about them, until she’d informed him that he wasn’t allowed in her room anymore and driven the message home with a bucket of water balanced on her door.

Instead, he hooked one finger around a hot pink thong lying on her armchair and held it in the air. “Cute.”

She tried to get up, but Brendan’s hands were firm and soothing on her shoulders. Not holding her down — she knew if she really tried, she could stand up — but God, his touch felt good. She just wouldn’t let Ian see that he was getting to her. He tossed the panties back on the chair.

“Now where’s that dildo?”

“I’ll never tell you.” Her face was scarlet now. As she tensed, Brendan’s palms moved down her back, then up again, loosening the kinks, making her breasts tingle and her stomach knot with excitement. God — yes, her thighs clenched when he brushed her hair off her neck and rubbed his thumb intimately over her exposed skin. Seeing Ian strolling around her room, examining and fondling everything sancaktepe escort bayan she owned, all sleek muscles and smug masculine confidence, wasn’t helping.

Before she could stop herself, she sighed and leaned back into Brendan’s hands.

“That’s it,” he said gently. “Relax. Take a break.”

“I need to study,” she whispered.

“You will.”

“You have a lot to learn, baby.” Ian was rooting through her drawers now. “And it doesn’t all come out of a book.”

“Get out of there,” she hissed. But he’d already opened her underwear drawer, pawing through the tiny colored panties, the generous lacy bras, the garter belt that she’d bought out of curiosity and worn as the world’s best-kept secret under her knee-length dresses.

“Goddamn, you have a lot of sexy underwear for such a shy little girl. Found it!” He held up the purple dildo, which looked obscene in his hand, and grinned evilly at her. “Why don’t you give us a show?”

“No way.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. Brendan’s hands sent shivers down her spine, and it was all she could do to keep from thrusting her breasts toward his palms and begging him to release them from her tight bra. Ian’s hazel eyes, raking over her body, sent waves of hot and cold over her from top to bottom.

“Why?” Ian crossed to her, planted his palms on her desk, and leaned over, right in her face. “Are you scared, baby? Scared you’ll like it too much? That the good girl will turn into a hot little slut who just needs to come in front of us?”

Oh my God. She was starting to squirm in her wooden chair, rubbing her swollen pussy against the hard seat.

“We’ll help you,” Brendan murmured. A moan escaped Diana’s mouth as he kissed her neck and sucked lightly on her flushed skin. As he sucked harder, his fingers deftly worked the top button at the back of her dress through its buttonhole. Another button, and another… Lust was taking over her body. She wanted to let her eyes slide closed, but she made herself keep them open.

“No,” she said.

“No?”

Brendan’s hands paused at the fourth button. Ian, still leaning over her, blinked. It was satisfying to see the startled expression on his face. Probably the first time a girl had ever told him no.

“I don’t need anyone’s help.” Her face had to be redder than ever, and embarrassed as she was, her body felt even more hot and aroused. She forced herself to look Ian in the eye, trying to sear through him with her gaze the way he was doing to her. “I’ll do this myself.”

Brendan let go, stepping back. She couldn’t see his expression, but she felt a lot more exposed without his hands on her and his presence at her back. She stared up at Ian’s challenging face, one eyebrow raised, his grin mocking her.

Defiantly, she reached back and undid the fourth button, then the fifth, drawing it out and telling her hands not to shake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Brendan walk around her to lean against her desk, his eyes moving over her appreciatively.

Undressing herself in front of the twins was nothing like letting them unlace her swimsuit while she was half-drunk, or waking up already naked in bed with them. She felt incredibly exposed as the back of her dress gaped open. Slowly, she slipped the sleeves down her arms, revealing her red and white polka-dotted bra. Her creamy cleavage spilled over the top, creating a deep valley between her oversized breasts. At least, she’d always considered them oversized, but the look of hunger on Ian’s face and aroused enjoyment on Brendan’s face sent hot prickles of excitement and need through her full globes and right to her nipples.

Both twins leaned back against her desk now, their eyes traveling over her body and taking in every inch of exposed skin. Without their hands on her, their eyes burned her soft flesh everywhere they moved.

Her cheeks were crimson again, heat and embarrassment flushing her face, but she slowly reached behind her back, grasped the hook and eye fastening, and undid her bra. Oh — it felt so good to expose her heavy breasts. Cool air soothed her hard nipples, puckered with excitement.

She could feel both twins’ gazes like fingers, caressing her needy swells, and shuddered with arousal. Ian’s eyes darkened with lust when he saw that shudder. He fisted his hands and pushed them in his pockets. Oh God — he was trying to keep his hands off her. Brendan’s eyes were half-closed, a little smile playing over his lips as he watched her undress. He looked — proud of her. Approving. Letting her bra dangle from one finger, she handed it to him. He dimpled, flashing white teeth, and laid it on her desk. When her eyes met Ian’s, he licked his lips — slowly, deliberately. Diana could practically feel his determined tongue snaking over her tight buds and heavy breasts, slithering a path between her thighs to where he’d lapped up her juices on Sunday morning and sent her into spasm after quaking spasm.

A breeze from the open window, sending the candles flickering, tightened her nipples even more. Both twins’ eyes were riveted to the rosy buds. Her hands trembling a little, she took off her glasses and set them on top of her calculus homework. Her legs barely supported her as she stood to let her dress fall over her rounded hips and onto the floor. Stepping out of the bright puddled fabric, she lay down on her bed.

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I walk into my house with my guy friends Antonio and my friend Kristian. We just came back from the mall cause they wanted to check out chicks…and it was really hot, so I was wearing a little sundress…

The two of them decided to sit on the couch while I got something to drink. I went into the kitchen and got some ice water. As a joke, Kristian decided to put some ice down my back… and of course since it was so cold, I kinda went “eep!” and it fell out the bottom of my dress. The two of them found it hilarious of course and put more and more ice down my back. Eventually, the 3 of us were all wet…my nipples were hard and it showed through the dress… so I told them I was going upstairs to change my clothes, and that I’d bring them some clothes to put on. As I went upstairs, I noticed Antonio watching me. But I thought nothing of it, so I continued on.

As I walked into my bedroom, I was contemplating what to wear. I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair was all stringy from being wet. So I took it down and started to brush it. After brushing it, I took off the wet dress and began to look for another one. I opened my dresser drawers and looked around for something…then I felt someone touching my neck. It was Antonio, and he was obviously aroused. He moved his hands down my back and then to my ass…he softly touched me, which made me shiver. bostancı escort bayan I turned around, giving him an up close view of my naked body. I ran my hands up and down his body, first his chest, and then to his cock… he seemed to enjoy it, so I pulled off his shirt and rubbed my breasts against him. He responded by kissing on my neck, occasionally biting it.

He moved one hand to cup my right breast, while the other worked its way between my legs…as he was finding his way into my pussy, Kristian walked into the room. He looked a little shocked at first to see what was going on, but then he decided to join the fun. He went behind me and started to rub my back and kiss the nape of my neck. I put one hand behind me and touched his hip…he started to dry hump my ass as he pulled off his shirt…

meanwhile, Antonio had pulled off his pants and was rubbing my pussy with his hard cock. He sucked my nipples, which made me nice and wet. Kristian had by this time gotten quite hard and was turning me around so I could suck his cock. I turned to see his cock waiting for me. I got down on my knees and took half of him in my mouth…slowly sucking and massaging him with my tongue and lips. I would sometimes let my teeth slide over his head very softly, which he found to be pleasing…he started dudullu escort bayan to fuck my mouth, and pushing my hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way. Antonio was watching not too far away, and stroking his cock.

I continued to work on Kristian’s cock, making it wet with my mouth. He then pulled me upwards, and kissed me on the mouth…pushing his tongue all the way in. He grabbed my ass and pushed me backwards towards my bed. I almost stumbled, but Antonio ( and his cock ) was there to make sure I didn’t fall.

He was fully erect now, and sat down on the bed…he motioned for me to sit down on the bed…so I did. He shook his head, and said “no, sit on my cock.” So I did, but he again shook his head. “I want to put my cock up your tight little ass…now sit” Obediently, I sat on his cock. I felt it go up my ass…it was hard and it even hurt a little. But I was in the mood to be subservient, so I went with the flow. Antonio laid back and pulled me with him. He started to fuck me in the ass, as Kristian got into a 69 position. He ate me out, flicking his tongue over my clit and sticking it into my wet hole. I sucked his cock hard, massaging his balls with my hand.

Antonio fucked my ass, pumping in and out with his fat dick. I moaned loudly, mouth full of Kristian’s dick. This went acıbadem escort bayan on for a few more minutes, until Kristian pulled his cock out of my mouth and put it in my pussy. I was sopping wet by this time, and he slid right in. I felt all of his 9 inches inside me as he started to thrust in and out. His thrusts were short and hard, each time he attempted to get deeper inside me. Feeling the two cocks inside me was unbelievable…I felt so full and so pleased. Antonio’s cock was skilled at anal sex…I felt no pain, only bliss. As the two of them eventually fucked me with the same rhythm, I felt myself getting ready for an orgasm.

Kristian felt my pussy tighten up in orgasm, so he fucked me harder and faster. Antonio took his cue and fucked my ass with incredible speed and hardness. As the orgasm was building, I started to scream in sheer ecstasy…when I finally came, my screams seemed to carry throughout the house and echoed in the room.

The two of them kept on fucking me. They were going to come soon, I could tell. Kristian pulled out of my pussy, and Antonio motioned for me to get up. As I lay on the bed, they stroked and jerked their cocks to make themselves come. Then, they came. Kristian came first, spraying it all over my face and breasts…it was so warm and sticky…Antonio soon followed, sticking his cock into my open mouth and filling it with his hot load. It dripped down my chin, and I tried to get as much of it as I could in my mouth. It was so warm and salty, but I loved it.

After that, the 3 of us lay in bed and went to sleep for a little while. It’s a wonderful feeling to wake up from a nap with 2 cocks between your legs, let me tell you. I always remember that day…it was just so hot…

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I drove Emily all around our city and showed her the different areas of interest. We chatted and had a very good time. We were like two old friends and anyone who would have seen us would have no idea of the lewd things we had been engaged in just a few moments earlier.

We ate at one of the finer restaurants in town and, of course it was Emily’s treat. She had loaned me a pair of white cotton panties because Ann’s blue ones were soaked with my sexual secretions and I could not wear them under my white pants. Of course she was dressed in all black. We were indeed a couple of truly beautiful and attractive women.

It was time for us to return to the hotel and as we drove along Emily, for the first time on our outing turned the conversation toward sex.

“This little escapade was not your first threesome was it?” She asked.

“No it was not” was my smiling response.

“How many others have there been?” She asked.

“Only one. This was the second time for me.” I replied.

“You were so incredible I thought for sure that you had done this many times. What led you to do this?” Emily queried.

“My husband is away on business a lot. I was bored and while exploring the Internet I discovered porn. That was about six months ago. I have been reading different erotic stories and visualizing myself doing all of those erotic sexual things. I have made Literotica and masturbation a part of my daily routine. It is just as important to me as working out at the health club and enjoying my son’s athletic careers. I have to orgasm at least once a day. At least that’s my goal. I love to masturbate.

I made up my mind that I wanted to actually experience some of the sexual things that were so vividly described on the net. So when an opportunity presented itself I was more than ready.”

“Tell me about the first time,” Emily said.

“I was checking the mail for my next door neighbor and brought it into their house. No one was supposed to be home but when I walked in I heard the sounds of sex. It was, Angie, their daughter. She was supposed to be at a gymnastic camp in a nearby town. Angie brought home one of the instructors and was fucking him in her bedroom”

“What did you do? Emily asked.

“I watched them fuck for a while and got so turned on. They were so into it and their young bodies were so beautiful. I had to join in. I told them that I would tell her parents unless they let me participate,” was my reply.

“So what happened next?” she questioned.

They both agreed and we sucked and fucked each other for the next couple of hours. I ate my first pussy and loved it. I loved the way I felt as we pleasured each other. It was so intense and sexually satisfying. I felt no remorse or guilt at all. I couldn’t wait for my next sexual adventure,” I volunteered.

“And that was today with Richard and I,” Emily stated.

I smiled and replied, “No. I seduced one of George Bush’s campaign workers a couple of weeks ago. She was a college student from Minnesota who was working door to door in our neighborhood asking for contributions. I asked her in and propositioned her with cash. With very little hesitation she ate my pussy. It was wonderful. She was so beautiful and really got with it once she started. It was her first time with a woman. The blue panties that I wore today were hers. They were soaked with her juices. I am getting wet thinking about it. I am going to always keep them. I also want the panties that you are wearing now.”

With an intense look on her face she replied, “The panties are yours and they are getting wet too. Your stories are turning me on. Do you know that I have never made love with another woman unless Richard was there? In fact, he is the only man that I have ever fucked, period.

“Aren’t you curious as to how it would be to fuck another man?” I asked.

“Of course I am and we will talk about that later. I want to watch you masturbate. Will you do that for me in the room?” she asked.

Pretty lady, I think that I would do just about anything sexual. Just let me know what you want me to do.” I answered as we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel.

As she dialed her cell phone Emily said, “I am going to ask Richard to give us some time alone. I want to experience how it feels to make love with another woman without him being there.”

“Hello, Richard we are coming up to the room. I would deeply appreciate it if you would go down to the pool for a swim. Betty and I want to spend some time alone. Bring your cell with you. I’ll call when we are ready for that big cock of yours. We expect a big load this time around.” She said as she smiled into the phone.

We walked into the lobby and took the elevator to the third floor. Richard was not in the room when we arrived.

Emily walked up to me, grasped my shoulders, and kissed me on the lips. She then gently probed my willing mouth with her tongue. I sucked it just as gently for a second and then I trapped her full bottom lip between my teeth. I sucked on it lustily for a few seconds tuzla escort bayan and then let go.

Emily gasped as we parted and said, ” I liked that. Now lets get out of these clothes.”

She quickly pulled off her blouse and shorts, then unclasped her bra and let it drop to the floor. The nipples on her beautiful little tits were already hard and extended. Emily was ready for some more loving. She sat down on the couch and said, “Lets leave our panties on for awhile”

My pussy was already dripping and I began to salivate. I quickly stripped down to my panties as her eyes took in every inch of my body.

“God, you are so sexy.” Emily said, “So tall and thin and beautiful. I love your little titties. The nipples are so long and suckable. Lets rub our panty-covered pussies together and make them sopping wet. I want them to be sopping wet when I give them to you. I want you to lick and smell them tonight as you finger fuck your beautiful pussy. Come on pretty girl lets rub.”

I lay down opposite from her and we overlapped our legs until our pussies met. I put my hands down behind me and bucked into her. Emily did the same and banged her black panty-covered clit into mine. I grabbed her legs behind each knee and pulled her pussy tight against mine.

“Lets just rub, I said. We rubbed our clits over one another, together, enjoying the pleasure. Our pussies were wet and soaking through our sheer panties. We slid over one another and our pussies began making sloppy sloshing noises. The feeling was fantastic.

I ground my pussy into hers, then humped her and ground into her again. Our clits were so hard and extended that we could feel them through the cloth. Clit to clit we worked our pussies.

We were both moaning and groaning when Emily gasped, “Your clit is so big! Fuck me with it baby! Make me cum in my panties.”

We ground and humped as hard as we could and I exclaimed, “Rub that pussy baby! Rub that sloppy cunt on mine. Make me cum! Make me cream in my pants! I’m close. Buck baby, buck!

“Fuck me hard baby! I’MMM CUUMMMINNG! Emily screamed.

“OH GAWD! MMEE TOOO! I shuddered as I exploded.

We lay back for a moment and Emily said, “I want to see your pussy. I want to see you do yourself.”

I stood and quickly removed my sodden panties. I then pulled up a chair, which faced Emily, close to the couch. I sat down and draped my long legs over the arms of the chair and slid my ass to the edge of the seat completely exposing my dripping pussy to her.

Emily had also shed her wet panties and was spread wide on the couch. I gasped at the sight. I loved her fabulous well-toned body. The nipples on her little lemon-sized tits were erect and dark. I wanted to suck them bad. Her thick black bush was covered with her pussy juices.

She had a slightly dazed look on her face and she started talking, “God, you are the sexiest woman in the world. Your pussy is lovely. It’s perfect. Your clit is so big. I have never seen one that large. It’s like a little cock. Stroke it for me. Her eyes were focused on my open cunt. She extended her tongue and licked her full lips unconsciously. I pulled my legs further back and using both hands I spread my pussy lips wide. My enlarged clit stood up and indeed looked like a small cock. She was looking directly into my pussy and it made me excited. I was so damn hot. The idea that Emily was looking at my pussy only added to the fire.

“What a beautiful pussy,” Emily said. “The lips are so swollen and you are so wet. I can smell it from here. Stroke it with your finger pretty girl. Finger fuck that pretty thing. I want to see you cum.”

Emily spread her legs wider and began to finger her pussy. I watched with fascination as the fingers on one hand spread her pussy lips while the other stroked and rubbed her clit. The smell of her excited pussy reached my nose. Her pussy was beautiful. Emily was wide open and her hard little clit was clearly visible.

I began to stroke myself and Emily said, “That’s it baby. Your juices are running out and down into your pretty brown asshole. God! I wish I had a dick and could fuck your pussy.” Her fingers moved faster, “Ohh yes! That’s it, fuck yourself with your fingers and rub that big clit. Your pussy is so pretty. Finger fuck that cunt. Fuck it! Fuck it hard! Oh Gawd, I am going to cum again! Finger fuck yourself! Aahh! Yesss! Unh, Unh! She cried out over and over as she keep thrusting her fingers in and out of her very wet cunt. The squishy liquidly sounds drove me crazy with lust.

Her voice got low again and she said, “I’m about to cum. You know that I like for you to watch my face when I cum.” I looked up at her face and her eyes were locked on my pussy, Her lips were swollen and saliva dripped from the corners. Her beautiful face was again distorted as she worked to cum.

The sights and sounds of Emily bringing herself off drove me wild. I stuck two fingers from my right hand into my asshole and worked the thumb into my pussy. With göztepe escort bayan my left hand I rubbed my clit and stroked my pussy. I used the arms of the chair for support and my ass bucked up at my thrusting fingers like a jackhammer. Masturbating in front of another woman drove me to one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

“Watch me cum baby. Watch my pussy juice flow. ” I gasped as my pussy spasmed and gushed a thick white cream that flowed down and into my asshole. Gobs of cum flowed from my cunt. My love sauce was a masterpiece.

I relaxed a little and settled back in the chair. I licked and sucked the cum from my fingers and the palms of my hands. I love the stuff.

Emily said, “That was the most intense orgasm that I have ever given myself. You were beautiful and you cum so much. I have got to taste you. Please don’t move.” Of course I had no intention of moving. I eagerly anticipated that beautiful mouth sucking my pussy.

Emily moved from the couch on her knees and wasted no time as she moved that beautiful face between my legs. She fastened her mouth on my asshole and sucked the juices that had settled there. I immediately orgasmed again and exclaimed, ‘Fuck Yes! Do my asshole!”

She immediately rolled up her tongue and deeply probed my butt hole. Then she flat tongued me from my ass to my gaping pussy as she loudly sucked and slurped my thick cum. Again my pussy went into spasmodic orgasm and more of my honey poured out.

“Oh God pretty baby! Lick it all up. Swallow all of my sauce. Let Miss Betty feed your pretty mouth.” I gasped as Emily started to really get into it. The loud slurping sounds she was making only added to the wonderful feelings that her probing tongue created in my cunt.

“I’m going to eat it all and then I am going to make you cum some more. I love to eat your cum. Suck mine off of my fingers.” She said as she presented her cum soaked fingers to me.

They were coated with her thick pussy juice and I sucked them loudly and almost uncontrollably, making sure to lick between each finger. I love the taste and texture of a woman’s cum and I had to eat every drop. She stopped licking for a moment and started moving those pussy-wet fingers back and forth into my mouth in a fucking motion.

“Is it good baby?” Emily asked.

“Oh God, Yes! Keep licking my pussy, I am about to cum again.”

She put her head back down just as I experienced another little orgasm and more pussy juice oozed out. She put her mouth tightly over my opening and sucked in, bringing my inner labia out to her tongue, which she licked rapidly. I cried out my pleasure in a series of pants as she ringed my hole with her tongue. “Unh, Unh, Unh, Unh, That’s it pretty baby. That’s what I like. Suck my pussy hard.”

Her tongue came out and licked my pussy up slowly toward my clit. All the while she loudly sucked in and swallowed the copious amount of thick cum already deposited there. I could hardly wait for her tongue to get there.

Emily raised her cum soaked face and breathed deeply. She looked directly in my eyes with that crazed look and in between breaths said, “I can’t get enough….. of your sauce….. Your cum is so thick….so tasty….I love to eat pussy…..I am so nasty…..I am a pussy eating slut…. I am going to work… that little cock…..I love to make you cum.”

She flicked my clit with her tongue and it felt like an electric charge going through me. Then she sucked it into her mouth and I came so easily this time. I could feel my fluids eject and Emily loudly lapped them up. My head rocked from side to side as I enjoyed this last orgasm.

Emily flicked my clit with her tongue rapidly and then licked it several different ways, each one driving me crazy with pleasure. It felt like I was in constant orgasm. She gave it one last suck and then moved down to my sopping wet hole and fucked me with it.

“Fuck Yes! I exclaimed I as exploded again and more cum flowed into her eager mouth. “It’s so fucking good! Please don’t stop! I can’t get enough of this good shit!”

“I’m not through yet baby doll,” She gasped and I felt two fingers enter my gaping hole. Emily shoved them all the way in and I let out a guttural sound of primitive lust. “AAAAHHHHHHH, SHIITT!” She again licked my clit hard and fast as she sawed her fingers in and out of my pussy. I felt the thumb from her other hand probe the opening of my asshole and I knew that I was about to explode again. I felt it pass my sphincter and settle knuckle deep in my ass.

I exploded with another body wracking orgasm and I bucked back against her fingers as it consumed me. She responded by fucking me hard and fast with her fingers as her tongue worked my clit with a frenzy. Copious amounts of cum poured out of me into her waiting mouth.

I heard her faintly say, “That’s it pretty baby…. That’s the way to cum…. for mama…. Feed mama…. with your beautiful thick cum….I love the way you cum….I want more….This nasty old gal…wants kurtköy escort bayan more.”

“I am going to try to work your G-spot,” She said as she shifted her fingers and curled them up, spreading my lips wide. All of the things Emily was doing drove me higher and higher. This was the most intense orgasm run I had ever experienced. I had never brought myself this far and I was now experiencing pleasures I hadn’t known. Her fingers pressed in on me and I felt the wrinkled skin over my spot tighten in readiness.

Emily had her thumb in my ass as her tongue continued its assault on my clit. With her fingers rubbing my spot furiously it took very little time for the pressure to build and I worked hard to cum again. I was on an unbelievable sexual high and with a few more strokes I exploded inside and my pussy gushed more thick, white, creamy cum into Emily’s waiting mouth. I screamed, “OOHHH GAWD!” as I felt a glorious rush of heat from my orgasm.

Emily licked up the copious amounts of cum leaking from my hole then looked at me. Her face was slick with my secretions. She smiled and said, “You have been a wonderfully naughty girl, a married woman fucking and sucking two complete strangers all afternoon. Naughty girls usually get spanked. I want to spank your beautiful ass. Have you ever been spanked nasty girl?”

“Not since I was a bad little girl.” I answered.

“Well I think that a good spanking is in order, don’t you?” she smiled.

“Yes. Yes I do. I’ll try anything with you.” I replied.

“Put my black panties on. I want to make you cum in them. I want to spank that ass with my panties on.”

I picked up the panties from the floor and slipped them on. As I pulled them tight around my pussy I gasped as I experienced another small orgasm. Jesus Christ! I was on an incredible sexual high.

“They are beautiful on that long body.” Emily breathed. “Lets move to the bed.”

As we walked to the bed Emily said, ” I want you to eat my pussy before I spank you.”

“I can do that. I want to taste you.” Was my reply.

Emily kneeled on all fours with her ass high in the air and I immediately sank to my knees on the floor. Her pussy was swollen from the excitement and her engorged clit protruded. It was soaked with her juices as was her hairy asshole. I leaned in and stuck my whole face in it and at first I just rubbed and inhaled her smell. It was intoxicating. Then I began to lick and suck, loudly and steadily on her cunt.

I slurped and swallowed all of the tasty cum that I could find there and then I moved to her asshole and gobbled up what had accumulated there. She tasted wonderful. Emily responded by slowly humping her ass back into my waiting mouth and said, “Ohh, eat me baby. Tongue my hairy asshole. Tongue fuck this horny old bitch.”

I did as asked and assaulted her hole with a rolled up tongue. I stuck it in as far as it would go and nibbled on the rim with my teeth as Emily pushed her tight ass back against my face.

“Eat my ass. Eat my fucking ass you nasty bitch.” Emily directed as I plunged my tongue repeatedly into her ass in a fucking motion. I then worked down the length of her pussy and lapped at her clit. When I touched it she lurched forward and dropped her head down to the bed and said, “I am about to cum. Suck my clit. Suck the pussy juice out of me. Suck pretty baby, suck!”

I wrapped my tongue around her clit and sucked with a strong, steady effort. I sucked it like I would suck a cock. She exploded into orgasm with, “Fuck Me! Fuuucck Yes! I’mmm Cuummiinng!”

Emily slumped forward on the bed and lay there for a few moments and then she looked at me and said, “You are the best baby girl, the absolute best. Now I want to spank that beautiful ass before I call Richard up here to fuck your brains out. Get up here and kneel.”

I kneeled with my ass high in the air. Emily stood and without hesitation brought her hand down hard and slapped my panty-clad ass. It stung like hell and I gasped. The slap sent electric like shocks to my pussy and the nubs of my little titties. Whack! This one was harder than the first and I felt a little cum leak from my cunt.

“A good spanking for a very naughty girl,” Emily said as she ran her hand over my ass and then my pussy. “You have been a nasty girl and I am going to spank you until you cry.”

Her hand again slapped down with a resounding ring and I gasped at the impact. It hurt like hell but I did not have time to recover as she repeatedly slapped the firm cheeks of my ass. My ass was stinging and I felt a perverse pleasure in the pain. There was a tingle in my pussy.

“Spank me baby. Spank my ass. Spank me harder.” I gasped.

Emily stopped for a moment and said, “I am going to call Richard. It’s time you had another good fucking.” She slapped my ass forcefully another couple of times and I heard her say, “We are ready for you daddy.”

“Spank my bare ass. Make it sting!” I demanded.

She responded by bunching the panties in the crack of my ass exposing the skin of my cheeks.

“I am going to spank your ass until he gets here,” She said as she began to steadily rain slaps down on my ass. “You have been a bad, bad girl.” Whack! “You have been sucking and fucking two complete strangers all afternoon long.” Crack! “You have been licking the pussy of a woman that you only met this morning.” Slap! “You are indeed a naughty girl.” Ouch!

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There was a college basketball game on the TV nearest them, blaring over the sound system with cheering and the obnoxious calls of announcers. Joy propped her nice little chin on a palm and swiveled her head back and forth, sort of watching the game, but not really. When the bartender, a thirtyish guy, came over, Joy greeted him by name.

“Josh,” she said. She tilted her head at Victor. “This is Victor, my-” she paused,”-fellow prisoner of the cubicles.”

The bartender gave Victor a rather hostile look, but cleared his face and said, “Hey, man,” in an unconvincing manner. Victor tipped his head back in a wordless greeting. Joy ignored them both, watching the TVs around the room.

Victor named his beer, and the Josh guy turned away. Victor realized he hadn’t asked Joy what she wanted. A brief bit later he returned with some pink concoction and Victor’s selection. He plunked them down without looking at Victor, and stared at Joy. She ignored him until he walked away.

Victor decided to shake off the Josh thing and and asked Joy, “So, you’re leaving, so… what are you going to be doing?”

It broke the ice, or fog, or whatever, and Joy went on a long monologue about her new job. It involved being closer to her daughter’s college, slightly better pay, and a long distance move. Victor hadn’t realized when she said she was leaving that Joy was actually moving ‘away.’ As in, far away. There kadıköy escort bayan was a branch of her new company close by, but she had taken a job almost all the way across the country.

Victor listened politely, watching her face as she got more animated and almost agitated, and amused himself by keeping an eye on the other people in the bar with his peripheral vision, watching them watch Joy as she moved around on her stool.

The guy Josh provided at least four drinks for each of them, and after the third drink Joy was certainly much, much more animated. Her body language got a little exaggerated, and Victor (and the rest of the bar) was treated to Joy raising her arms over her head, thrusting her amazing breasts into the fabric of her shirt, arching her back, and waving her hair around.

After the fourth drink she was completely relaxed, and started touching Victor when she talked, moving in closer to him to whisper and shout alternately about various things. At one point she smushed her boobs into him, and the feeling made his cock hard: she was fabulously gorgeous. Unbelievable. He felt himself staring at her, locking eyes with her without meaning to.

She caught him.

Victor tried to be cool, but Joy didn’t pull back. Instead, she leaned in even closer, looked around a little, and smirked right in his face. She ataşehir escort bayan unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse, showing off a lacy white bra and exquisite cleavage, and facetiously batted her eyes at him. Victor sucked in his breath and watched Joy move slightly, deliberately swishing against him and swaying her breasts. She leaned across him and dramatically sucked on her drink straw, hard, making her cheeks concave and staring into his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and shifted to adjust his instant hardon.

She caught him doing that, and let go of the straw and laughed out loud. “You guys,” she said. “You’re so easy.” Then she put her hand on his thigh and rubbed. The act forced Victor into a straight up posture, upright on the stool, trying to keep his erection in some sort of check, but not really wanting to. He had a flash of a thought.

“Cock tease.”

His face must have changed, because Joy apparently read his mind. She pulled back, let go of his leg, and pursed her lips. She said, “You think I’m fucking with you?”

He had to answer truthfully. “Well, yeah, I think you are.” He paused. “Just a little.”

She leaned back in, putting her perfect lips close to his. She said, “How about you fuck with me?” She paused, mimicking him. “Just a little.”

Victor didn’t mean to be so crude, but couldn’t help it, ümraniye escort bayan it just came out, and he said what he was thinking. He said, more aggressively than he meant to, “How about I just fuck you?”

Joy’s eyes flashed. Victor couldn’t tell if she was angry, offended, turned on, confused, or all of the above. She lowered her beautiful head and put her eyes on him. “That’s kind of crude.”

Victor smiled some, to show he was being sort-of serious, sort-of humorous, and also expressing his disappointment at her leaving, and said, “I’m never going to see you again. Why should I care what you think?”

Joy stared at him, straight in his face, thinking, or something. Then there was a noise next to them.

Victor hadn’t noticed, and had lost track of the activity in the bar completely. He had focused so intently on Joy he’d forgotten where in the fuck he was. When he turned, Josh the bartender was standing right next to them, hands propped on the bar surface. He’d obviously been there for the entire exchange. The guy had a roiling, unhappy, pursed-lip expression on his face. Victor had to wonder if he looked the same way himself.

Joy sat up straight again, showing off her absurdly perfect breasts, and swiveled back and forth, rotating on the stool’s spindle. She laughed, a loud, raucous, uproarious laugh.

She made a half-shout, a “HAH!” sound, and said, “Boys, boys, boys!”

Victor the cubicle slave and Josh the bartender, placed like awkward hands on a human clock, regarded the object of their obvious respective lust. Joy swiveled some more, making a wry little grimace, apparently thinking, or making some kind of decision. She put a finger to her red, red lips, narrowed her eyes, and leaned back.

Joy said, “I tell you what.”

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