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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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My wife and I went to a large Department store to look for a bed and mattress combo. We wandered around for a while and then as I looked up, I was met with a massive set of breasts, almost in front of my face. Wow! What a set.

These belonged to the Department store employee whose name was Karen. She asked if she could help us with our search and we then proceeded to look at a variety of sets. (of beds, not boobs)

Let me tell you a little about myself and my wife, Jean. My name is Ewan and we are both in our 60s. We have had a very satisfying sex life since we married over 40 years ago and a very diversified one as well.

My wife was a virgin when we married, but I’d had a couple of sexual encounters in college. After we had been married a few years, for some unknown reason, we began to fantasize in our sexual meetings.

Eventually, we indulged in a swapping session with friends which continued for 4 years. Then I wanted to see Jean with another woman and also have a 3 way session. This did eventuate and Jean came together with about 3 other ladies over the years.

This is just a lead up and explanation of how this newest experience came about.

Back to Karen in the Department store. Karen was a lady of about 45yrs, divorced with 2 grown sons and she lives alone. She is about 5’8″ and has the nicest set of tits that you could ever suck. They are large, approx. 38DD and very firm, with just a little sagging. Her nipples are hard and very sensitive. Her pussy is covered with just a small strip of hair above the mound and light blonde in color. She has long legs and very sexy hips. She has a wonderful smile that would make any man or woman melt.

When we started to discuss the bed set that we wanted, Karen was very obliging and did everything to enable us to obtain just what we needed. She had showed us various sets and commented on a couple, saying that they came in soft, medium or hard. Both Jean and I immediately replied that we liked it hard. Karen also said she liked it hard too. This set off a lot of laughter between us and also set the mood. I knew then that I could talk this lovely lady in joining Jean and myself at home, maybe to christen the new bed?? She was definitely interested.

She bent over the desk to fill in the paperwork and gave us both a good look at those wondrous breasts. Jean was gazing at them longingly. I knew that I had to arrange something and fast. Seeing that all the paperwork was finished, I asked Karen if she would like to have dinner with us, as a thank you for everything she had done. I suggested a restaurant, just to be on the safe side. Karen was a little reluctant at first but eventually agreed and said she would call later that day to arrange the meeting. She hugged both of us before we left the store, and the feeling of those beautiful kadıköy escort bayan breast against my chest just turned me on so much. I rushed Jean home and straight into our bedroom so that I could get rid of the boner I had.

Karen called later in the week to let us know when the bed was arriving and to make a date for our dinner. It just so happened that both things happened on the same day. So, if we did get Karen home with us, she could help us with initiation of the bed.

On the evening of our date, we all met at the restaurant we had agreed on. We had a lovely meal and drinks. Jean then suggested that we adjourn to our house for coffee. Karen was quite agreeable with this and I knew then that this was the night!!!!

Once we got home, we all relaxed and the conversation eventually turned to sex. Joan excused herself to go to the bathroom and I carried on speaking to Karen. I came right out and asked her is she had ever had a 3 sum. She replied shyly, that she had only ever had one experience and that was with her roommate in college, with the roommates boyfriend, and that they had also dabbled in bi-sexual experimentation a couple of times.

When Jean came back, I excused myself. I took myself off to the bathroom, not only to pee but to take one of my little ‘blue helpers’. I knew that I was going to need it tonight.

As I left the bathroom, I met Karen in the hallway.

When I got back to Jean, she suggested I meet Karen when she came out of the bathroom and take her to see the new bed set that had arrived that day. When I heard the bathroom door open, I hurried to meet her and took her to the master bedroom to see the new bed.

As she walked in the door of the room she began to chuckle. I wondered what that was all about. She turned to me and smiled. I moved towards her and took her in my arms and met her lips with mine. Our tongues began a passionate dance and I guided her towards the center of the room, beside the bed. I turned her slightly and sat her on the side of the bed.

Immediately, Karen said that it was a NO-NO.

“What do you mean,” I asked her.

Karen replied, “Well it isn’t good for a mattress to sit on the side like this.”

“What is the alternative then,” I enquired.

Karen then suggested we move to the middle of the bed.

We continued to kiss and my cock was starting to thump alongside my leg. I worked on the fastenings of her dress and quickly had her stripped down to just her panties and stockings. She then attacked my clothing and threw it to the floor as she also stripped me down to my briefs.

Karen then asked if Jean was going to join them. I told her that “Yes” she was going to come in, but that she also liked to watch. Hesitantly, Karen ataşehir escort bayan said that she was not really comfortable being watched, but she would go along with it, and if she didn’t feel comfortable she would let me know. That was OK by me, and we proceed to make love.

Of course, the first place that I headed for was that beautiful breast. I tried to fit the whole breast in my mouth but they were too big for that, so I just had to keep licking and sucking the very erect nipples. This seemed to turn Karen on so much. My hand then found its way down to her pussy and I stroked it and patted the mound. Karen must have loved this as she opened her legs up so that I could have more access to her. She again asked where Jean was and when she would be joining us. Jean was actually in the room by then, Karen hadn’t seen her come in and sit by the bed watching us. Karen asked if Jean would join us on the bed, and I replied that I am sure she would.

“You just have to ask her, she is sitting right beside you.”

“Wow, this should be interesting, replied Karen. So, Jean, are you going to join us on the bed?”

Jean immediately came across to the bed and climbed on it with us. We shifted our bodies to allow room for Jean and I kept sucking her nipples and rubbing her clit and pussy. Jean immediately moved her mouth to Karen’s other tit causing her to moan loudly. Jean’s fingers joined mine in Karen’s cunt and with both of us sucking her nipples and finger fucking her, Karen had the best of both worlds. She had a mighty orgasm and came all over my hand. I licked it off and it was so tasty.

Jean then went down and put her lips onto Karen’s clit and pussy. She swirled her tongue all around her pussy and licked and laved that clit until it was standing up like a soldier. It made a target for a tongue and was getting hit for a bulls-eye each time. I wanted to do the same thing but I let Jean have first dibs on this lovely lady. My turn would come.

During all of this, Karen had her hand wrapped round my hard cock and was slowly rubbing it up and down, up and down, sliding the covering over the head each time and then pulling it back again.

“Fuck me, fuck me now, murmured Karen. I need to be fucked so bad.”

At that, I knelt between her outstretched legs and Jean took hold of my cock and guided it into that woman hole that I had been waiting to get into, for so long. Jean continued to lick and suck her nipples, going from one to the other and keeping Karen at a high peak of sensuality. I pushed my engorged rod into that tight pussy hole until I was completely inside her. Jean then began to massage my balls while I was right up Karen. The fucking had begun. Karen wrapped her long legs around my hips and we fucked ümraniye escort bayan like animals. My cock was totally immersed in that wondrous piece of womanhood, and Jean now had her hand and was working on Karen’s clit, rubbing it and keeping her on a high. Karen had another orgasm and I felt her cum cover my prick and run onto my balls.

Jean looked up and said in a sexy voice, “keep fucking her sweetie,” so I did. I was trying so hard to contain my own orgasm, and also thinking of the 3 of us, and then I came. Did I cum?? I shot such a wad of cum into that wet, hot cunt, I thought I would collapse.

I screamed, “Ohhh, I’m cumming, cumming. This is soooo good. Take it all.”

It was just as well I had my little blue pills, I was really going to need them this night.

I looked down at Karen and saw that she had a big smile on her face. I think that she was enjoying our night.

After about 15 minutes, all the while Jean was suckling on Karen’s tits. Karen asked me if we could change positions. I asked her what she wanted and she told me to lie on my back, and she proceeded to straddle my thighs.

“I want to ride your cock.”

She worked her body down and then took my semi-hard cock into her mouth, and licked it like a Popsicle, running her tongue up and down the shaft and teasing the head and slipping her tongue into the pee-hole occasionally. She continued to do this until I was very hard once again, and she then knelt up and lowered her cunt down over my cock. Her hand reached down and guided me right to the center of play-land. She then began a slow, steady movement of her hips as she rode me, up and down, up and down, giving a little wriggle every now and then, and then she would make a backward and forward movement, this way her clit was rubbing on my pubic area, and keeping her hyped up as well.

While this was going on, Jean wasn’t going to be left out and she moved up beside me and French kissed me. As she lay alongside of me, Karen took the opportunity to insert her index finger into Jean’s pussy and her thumb on her clit, rubbing those sensitive places and bringing my darling Jean to such a climax. Karen kept it up and inserted more fingers into Jean’s cunt, working it for all it was worth. I loved the idea of all of us enjoying this at the same time. Jean then started to suck my nipples and playing with them, I knew I was going to cum again. I reached up and played with Karen’s tits, those beautiful massive boobs that first caught my eye.

Karen fell forward suddenly, and gasped, “I can’t take it anymore. My cunt is aching and is so sore.”

“I think you need to give a bit of this to Jean, to make sure that we can do this again later,” I whispered.

So I then took my darling wife and enjoyed a wonderful orgasm with her, as I always do.

Karen stayed that night and we made sure that she was never in need again, We are still seeing her and all of our needs are filled. I do know that Jean and Karen often get together whenever possible and enjoy some one-on-one FF sex. This all makes it so much more interesting for me too, as Jean tells me about it when we are alone, and other times I get to watch them.

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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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I arrived at the motorhome and found Jen and Ste sitting at the table eating some cereal. They’d cleaned up and there was now almost no sign of the orgies we’d had in this vehicle.

I thought back to how much had happened since we’d arrived on Friday. I thought about Friday night: Jen bent across the table where she was now sitting eating her breakfast, as Amy, my girlfriend, lined up my cock against her friend’s pussy and urged me to slide it in.

I thought about Saturday afternoon: Ste standing above the table while Amy and her ex-girlfriend Kate sucked his cock and balls. Then later that afternoon me lying on the floor, roughly where I was now standing, my cock deep in Jen’s pussy, Ste’s embedded in her ass, while Kate sat on the table above us, fingering herself and drenching us in her girlcum.

“Morning, guys,” I said.

“Hiya mate,” said Ste. “How’s it going?”

“Not so bad,” I said, helping myself to a bowl of cereal and sitting next to him. “What did you guys get up to last night?”

“Not much,” said Ste. “We just came back here, tidied up a bit and got an early night. Where did you go?”

“Me?” Jen hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even looked at me. She was staring at her empty bowl. I wasn’t sure whether or not to tell the truth. I decided to be honest. “I stayed at Kate’s tent with Amy. And her cousin Keira.”

“Oh yeah?” Ste said with a grin. “Have fun, did you? Spending the night with three girls?”

I didn’t reply for a second as I thought back to sliding my cock doggy-style into Keira’s tight eighteen year old pussy, while she urged me on in French, then pulling it out and driving it into her cousin who was lying beneath her, while Amy was kneeling next to me, urging me to fuck both her friends harder and faster.

“Oh, it was ok, you know,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yeah, right,” said Ste. “I bet you were screwing all three of them all night weren’t you? How old is that Keira, you dirty bastard?”

“She’s eighteen!” I protested. “There was nothing filthy about it. She wanted me to do it.”

Jen slammed down her mug of tea, spilling some of it on the table. She looked up at me for the first time and I was taken aback by the combination of fury and sadness in her beautiful dark brown eyes. She stood up without a word and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

I looked at Ste questioningly.

“No idea, mate. She was like that all night. To be honest, I’ve given up trying to work it out. If she wants to be like that today I’m not bothered. I’m going to enjoy myself.”

I stood up and told Ste I’d go and see what was up with her. He shrugged and went back to his cereal.

Leaving the motorhome I caught a glimpse of Jen disappearing behind the hotdog stand towards the main area in the festival where the bands were playing. I jogged after her and caught up with her.

“Hey, Jen! What’s up?”

She carried on walking a few steps ahead of me.

“Why are you so angry? Talk to me, Jen!”

She turned around, dark eyes flashing with rage. “Like you give a fuck! In fact that’s about all you give isn’t it? A fuck! Nick the great fucking fucker. Well piss off. I’m not interested in who you’ve been fucking.”

She turned and carried on walking.

I caught up with her and grabbed her arm. I turned her to face me and held her tightly against my chest. There were tears in her eyes.

“Jen. I don’t understand. Are you angry with me for sleeping with Keira and Kate?”

“Yes I am, you frigging idiot!”

“But why? I thought we were all just having fun.”

“That’s really all it is to you? Just a bit of fun?” The tears were running down her cheeks now. She was growing quieter. “Ok. If that’s what you want. It’s just fun. That’s….”

I leant forward and silenced her with a kiss. I gently kissed her full lips, softly opening them and sliding my tongue into her mouth. I could feel the hot wetness of her tears, but she was kissing me back.

Despite the fact that I was exhausted and had already cum twice that morning, the feeling of her small body crushed up against mine, and the joy of tasting her mouth, was causing my cock to stir, and, as our kissing became more passionate, it rose up and began to dig into her stomach.

Reaching down to rub it though my jeans, Jen said: “Nick, I want you now. Come with me.”

She turned and walked into the thick woods behind her.

Amy didn’t even cross my mind. I was angry with her for how she’d hurt me earlier that morning. Even though she’d been urged on by Kate, Amy was still meant to be my girlfriend and she shouldn’t have done that. But it wasn’t anger towards her tuzla escort bayan that I was feeling at that moment. She didn’t even enter my thoughts. All I was feeling right then was that I wanted to hold Jen and feel myself inside her.

I followed her into the woods, and we disappeared out of view of the rest of the festival. She walked a little further in and stopped in a small, dark clearing.

As soon as I joined her she knelt down in front of me, unbuckled my jeans and fished out my hard prick. I groaned with pleasure as she slid her mouth down over it, taking it all in almost to the base.

She continued licking and sucking my cock until it was standing at full mast, then she stood up to kiss me, her slender fingers curling round my shaft and pumping slowly up and down.

I tugged off her blouse and then unzipped the skirt she was wearing. She stepped out of it, leaving her in only her bra and panties. She looked up at me, running her hands over the muscles in my chest, a look of uncertainty playing across her face.

“What?” I asked.

“Would you……,” she began uncertainly.

“Anything you want, Jen.”

Jen paused, then blurted it out: “Teach me to squirt like Kate does.”

I was a bit taken aback.

“Ok,” I said. “But not everyone can do it. I’ve never seen it happen before, and with Kate it just seems to happen straight away. I’m not really sure how.”

“Oh,” said Jen looking crestfallen.

I jumped in quickly. “But I sort of know how to do it. In theory.” I grinned at her. “I’m happy to give it a go.”

She smiled from ear to ear and reached up on tip-toe to kiss me briefly on the lips. “So, what do we do?” she asked.

“Well, you’d better take these off,” I said. I snapped off her bra and kneeled down to pull down her black, lacy panties. She stepped out of them and I pulled her to the ground, where she lay on my clothes.

I stopped for a second to drink in the sight of her lying there: her slender, smooth body, her pretty face with those smiling eyes and full, dark red lips, her white round breasts topped by erect red nipples and her triangle of black bush, below which was a pink pussy that was already invitingly open and wet.

“Now, relax,” I said, before leaning forward to trail my tongue along the length of her slit.

She sighed happily, opened her legs further, and leant back.

I kissed her pussy deeply, taking my time on each part of her beautiful soft sex, teasing her little clit with the tip of my tongue, gently sucking it out of its hood. I carried on licking and sucking there until I could hear her reaching her orgasm. I pressed harder on her clit and stepped up my pace and within seconds she came on my face. She didn’t squirt. It was a normal orgasm, intended to relax her for the main event.

I reached up to kiss her and she enthusiastically lapped her sticky sweetness from my lips.

“Now, just relax and go with it,” I said as I reached down to slide two fingers into her. She exhaled and said: “That feels so good, Nick.”

I kissed both her erect nipples and then her belly button, making her giggle a little, then pushed my fingers upwards so I was stroking the top inside wall of her pussy. I kept moving slowly around, feeling for the walnut-like roughness of her g-spot. As soon as I found it, she jerked upwards and cried out: “Oh yes!”

It was a promising sign. I reached up with my free hand to squeeze her tits and stroke her cheek, while I carried on rubbing her g-spot, gently and slowly at first, making sure she relaxed into the sensation.

Gradually I sped up my movements and could feel it swelling slightly. It was filling with her girlcum, and I realised that she was about to squirt. My cock was throbbing with anticipation.

Keeping my fingers in her, I moved back up so I was next to her face. She had her eyes closed and was moaning my name and tossing her head from side to side.

“That’s it, Nick. I’m about to cum,” she panted, her body tensing slightly.

“You’re so beautiful, Jen, “I said as I kissed her cheek. “Let it go, cum on my hand.”

As I touched my lips to hers she exploded. She screamed out: “OH!!! YES!!!!” Her body tensed completely, and a jet of liquid came squirting out of her pussy. It sprayed all over my hand and forearm, and, while she carried on bucking, I kept my fingers embedded deeply inside her and moved down to catch her cum on my face, neck and chest. It kept on squirting out of her, while she convulsed and cried out my name.

Eventually it subsided, she flopped down onto the ground and I pulled my fingers out göztepe escort bayan of her. I moved above her, my throbbing cock right next to her cunt, and my face above her’s. She was panting with exhaustion and when she opened her eyes she had a look of complete and utter satisfaction.

“Wow,” she finally managed.

We smiled at each other and I kissed her softly on her lips.

“That was incredible, Nick.”

I kissed her neck, fighting the impulse not to push my rock-hard dick inside her.

“I never knew I could cum like that. Wow.” She closed her eyes again and smiled broadly.

She opened them to look directly at me, suddenly serious. I was aware of the heavy thickness of my cock between my legs.

She seemed to make up her mind and said: “I love you, Nick.”

Just at that second, unable to resist any longer, I pushed my hips forward so my hot prick slid deep into her wet, steaming hot hole.

“Oh God, Jen,” I groaned. You are so fucking hot.”

Then I realised what she’d just said. I didn’t even have to think what to say.

“I love you too,” I said.

She wrapped her calves and arms around me and pulled me even deeper into her, kissing my lips passionately.

Then suddenly she stopped, as if an idea had just occurred to her. “Can you make me squirt with that too?” she asked excitedly.

“I can try,” I said, and moved onto my knees, angling my cock up towards her g-spot. It wasn’t getting quite high enough, so I held the base with my fingers to increase the angle, then started pushing forward. I watched her face intently as I ploughed in and out against her g-spot. With her eyes closed, and her mouth half open, mumbling incomprehensibly, she was lost to the outside world in a reverie of sexual ecstasy.

I watched as her excitement mounted and I pushed harder and faster until she exploded again, squirting all around my cock and onto my torso. I felt the warm clear liquid run down over my balls and thighs, while I held myself still inside her writhing body.

“Oh my God, Nick,” she said when she’d recovered. “That is fucking amazing!”

I really needed to cum now, so clenched my teeth and drove my nine inches deep inside her, preparing to give her a good hard fucking, but she cried out: “Ow! No! Nick, it’s too sensitive there.”

I pulled out straight away and knelt above her holding my thick, erect, glistening cock.

“Come here, babe,” she said, rolling onto her side. I moved up towards her head and offered my purple head to her lips. She opened up her mouth to accept it and I pushed myself inside her. She reached up to pull me in further. Inch after inch of my shaft disappeared inside her, her eyes opening wider and wider, until I was buried right inside her mouth and throat. I pulled out a little so she wasn’t gagging, then she sucked to hold me there.

As I leant back with my hands on my hips she kept my prick inside her mouth, sucking it and bathing it with her wet tongue. I felt the cum rising from inside me and resisted the temptation to push myself deeper down her throat. I held still while she carried on sucking me off, now lightly squeezing my balls with her hand, until I came with a grunt, my cum shooting along my shaft, splashing against the back of her mouth, and then running down her throat. She pumped the base of my dick, milking the last of it out of me, then swallowed it all down and looked up at me, happy and contented.

I realised as I looked at her that I meant it: I really was in love with her.

She wasn’t as pretty as Amy, or as confident as Kate, but there was just something there between us. It was impossible to describe it. It was like it was right being with her. I felt happy and like I wasn’t alone anymore.

It was love all right.

We spent the rest of the day wandering round the festival, holding hands, stopping to look lovingly into each other’s eyes. We’d watch a band for a while but then I’d lean over to press my lips against her’s and then we’d forget all about the music, all about everyone around us and lie there kissing passionately, hands all over each other.

Eventually as it grew dark our hands wandered into each other’s clothing, and Jen whispered that we should go back to the motorhome. “Come on,” she said. “No one will be there. It’ll just be us.”

But it wasn’t just us.

As we approached I could see that there were lights on, and as we grew closer I could hear sounds coming from it. I motioned to Jen to keep quiet while I looked in through a gap in the curtains.

The first thing I saw was Kate sitting on the edge of kurtköy escort bayan a bench. She was naked and she was laughing, her red hair flying wildly about her head, as she looked down to slap the cheeks of the girl kneeling between her legs.

“That’s it, bitch,” I heard her shout with glee. “Lick my fucking pussy!”

Then I saw Ste at the other end of the girl who was going down on Kate. The girl had her hands tied behind her back but with the angle of my view I couldn’t make out who it was. Ste was crouched above the girl’s ass and I could see a huge pink dildo sticking out of the girl’s pussy. As I watched, Ste leant forward and slowly lowered his erect cock into the girl’s asshole.

When the girl screamed out in pain I realised who it was. It was Amy.

Her head of blonde hair lifted out of Kate’s lap and she looked back at Ste who had now sunk his shaft all the way into her ass. I was about to burst in and stop them hurting her when I caught sight of her expression. Although Kate and Ste were clearly both hurting her, it was obvious she was enjoying it. She was smiling up at him and then began to shout encouragements at him.

“Come on, you dirty big bastard. Fuck my little bumhole hard.”

Ste laughed and slapped her cheek, saying something to her I couldn’t hear, then Kate grabbed Amy’s long blonde hair and pulled her head roughly back towards her lap.

I wasn’t sure what to do. Part of me was turned on by what I was watching, and, as Ste leant forward to push two fingers into Kate’s mouth, pumping them in and out, I imagined replacing them with my cock. But another part of me found it disgusting. Kate was obviously into causing pain, and I could see that she was gradually getting Amy more and more into it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to get involved. For me, sex has always been about love and gentleness, rather than cruelty and pain. Then, a final part of me was aware of the beautiful girl who was reaching up next to me, trying to see inside.

“Let me see, Nick,” she whispered. “What are they doing?”

“It’s fucking weird,” I said.

“Let me see,” she insisted.

So, I put my hands around her waist and lifted her up so she was level with me. She looked in for a couple of seconds, and then turned round to look at me.

“That Kate is fucking sick,” she said. “They’re really hurting Amy.”

“I think Amy’s enjoying it though,” I said.

“Yeah,” said Jen, sighing resignedly. “She is. Do you want to go in and join them then?”

I shifted Jen so her legs were wrapped around my hips and her arms were around my neck. I looked over her shoulder to see Ste pull his cock out of Amy’s ass and stuff it into her open mouth.

“No,” I said. “I want to be with you, Jen. Only you.”

She ran her hands through my hair and looked deep into my eyes.

“I’m so happy you said that,” she whispered in my ear. “You know I really love you, don’t you?”

“I do,” I replied. “I love you too.”

Then we kissed, and I felt my cock rise.

“Fuck me here,” breathed Jen.

She held onto my neck, while I unzipped myself, my cock springing out. With it waving around in front of me I pulled Jen’s panties aside and lowered her gently down onto it. We kissed as she slid slowly down my pole, all the way down until I was buried balls-deep inside her.

Behind Jen I could see Amy kneeling on the floor of the motorhome, her hands still tied behind her back. Kate was behind her, holding Amy’s mouth wide open, while Ste jacked himself off into the blonde girl’s mouth. Amy’s mascara had run down her cheeks and her eyes were wide open as Ste started slapping her face with his rigid cock. Then Kate squeezed her hand into a fist and reached between Amy’s legs. While Ste jammed his prick back into Amy’s mouth, Kate rammed her entire fist into Amy’s pussy. They were urging each other on, as they used the blonde girl as their willing fuck doll. Amy just closed her eyes, her head lolling to one side, as the pair kept up their assault on her body.

Through all of this I was gently easing Jen up and down on my cock while she rested against my shoulder, occasionally sighing happily and pecking my neck.

“I love the feeling of you filling me up,” she murmured.

I squeezed her asscheeks. “I love being inside you. It feels so right,” I replied.

I turned away from the window just as Ste was emptying his load all over Amy’s face.

Keeping myself buried deep inside Jen, I lay on the grass so she could begin to ride up and down on my cock. I lay there, completely happy, focussing on the sensations flowing through my body, and the sight of her framed by the stars in the nightsky, her black hair falling across her white cheek, and her eyes looking lovingly into mine.

Gradually we neared climax, the excitement rising in both our bodies. She fell forward onto my chest with a small cry, and we both came at the same time, my cum filling her pussy, and my arms clasped tightly around her, holding her as close to me as I possibly could.

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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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This is a story about a dream I had a couple weeks ago, it was an intense dream, and I love to share with you people.

So when I fall asleep, I start to dream with a fantasy of mine, a threesome. My wife wanted to make me a surprise for our anniversary and thought that a threesome was a good gift, (I’m always giving her good, well thought presents).

We went to dinner, as we arrived home, she tells me that I need to use a blindfold. I accept, I love this kind of games. She blind fold me and conduct me to our bedroom and started to undress me.

Next she ties me one hand after another to the bed… and them do the same to the feet.

I was unable to move any of my members, to reach for her, to touch her, the only thing I had is my ear and my smell, but not for much time, she pick up some ear set, and tell me that the only thing I was able to do that night is feeling… I said ok, and before she puts me the ear sets with some chill music, she tells me one last thing, she wasn’t cover my mouth because she need it free, but I couldn’t talk or ask anything. I said ok again. And she puts me the ear set. So for a while I stayed like that tied up, blind, deaf, and voluntarily mute.

After a while a start to feel her tongue starting to lick my body… starting my lips going down to my neck, my nipples, by that time my manhood, was so hard, that it started to hurt…

She sees that and as she continues to lick my body, she started to caress my manhood, slowly, up and down, making time to her tongue to reach the hard stiff, for a while she stays doing that, until she decides is time to take care of my manhood, in detail.

She started to lick the point of my manhood, but I started to feel there were 2 tongues touching my small head, but not certain…

So I I don’t believe that is two tongues in the tip, maybe my wife’s finger, because she doesn’t want anyone in the bed…

This feeling is strange, the only thing I can do is feel, nothing more, so it was my idea…

But the sensation of two “things” touching my penis, was growing, but I can talk to ask nothing, just moaning, as the sensations were intensifying…

Then the touch stops. For a few seconds. My manhood, stay there pulsing, hoping that those two “things” starting again the touch…

And when I least expected, she started o suck my manhood, trying to swallow, in movements in and out of the mouth… slowly, then with more intense movements. It feels so good, but at the same time it feels different.

The absorve of manhood, suddenly stopped, and she center it on my two little balls, sucking them to her mouth, at the same time the touch, that feels like a tongue, in the tip of my penis, appear again, could it be??? No I think to myself, but she is driving me so crazy with that…

As that strange feeling was taking over my body…, it as giving me a pleasure she never gives me until now…

I was loving as she was passing her finger by my penis tip, as the same time she was sucking my balls, finally she listens to what I was asking her to do to me…

She as driving me nuts to what she was doing…, but suddenly she stops, and say to me, that know it my turn to give pleasure. As she said that, I notice she was position herself to her pussy, near my mouth (that’s why she need my mouth free), she “seat” in my face at “order” me to star licking her, she “order” me that want to see if I can make her cum only with my tongue…

I started to lick, but again a strange feeling of unknown over take my mind, it smells like her, but the taste and the touch, was different.

I think that maybe was a trick of my mind because the lack of my other senses, and continue to lick. First Iet my tongue knows everything that surrounds it, the inner lips, the outer lips, the little hole, and finally, the little pleasure button, hummmm, has I “see” the places of all things I started to lick around her outer lips, i notice on thing, she had remove her entire hair of her pussy, like I had always ask to her, she really had enhanced herself.

So I was lick around and between licking her outer lips, I do a little suck and nibble, of them, she starts to writhe, so i decide to “attack” her clit, so I feel her writhe even more…

Has I start to lick her little button in little circles, really slowly, her movements start also…, and somehow, she started to caress my manhood, start making moves up and down… hummmm, that feels so good…

so I accelerate my tongue movements, alternate between the circles, and sucking, and up and down moves with my tongue, her pussy, starts to drains her fluids all over my mouth and face, I love that taste.

She uncovers again one ear, and tell me that I need to speed myself because she was making me cum, and she wants to cum also, and covers my ear again…

And said that, started to suck my cock…, how could it be she is seated in my face turned to me… could it be my dream come true??? but she stopped sucking, uncover again my ear and say “Why you stopped bostancı escort bayan licking, if you cum before me, the game stops there and no more play…”.

I don’t have time to think of that, I need to make her cum, I was enjoining too much that to stop now… so start to lick her, and insert my tongue in her little wet hole, with so intensity as if the world was ending that moment…

So I’m with a delicate mission of making her cum, before I cum, so I had to make a super hero effort. And without my hands, the effort had to be bigger…

So I started to lick and nibble and lick, more I worked that little button, more juice runs over my face…

She started to make more intense moves, more rapid moves with her hips, at the same time my manhood was work so good, she was sucking it so nice, slowly, alternated with rapid moves, but at the same time move that make my position so dangerously bad, because I can’t cum… and to make me very worried, she started to make that deep throat I like so much, and accelerate my excitement, so I continue to lick and lick, and trying to get rid of my moorings, as she notice that she folded and grab my arms so I can’t untie myself, as she folded, her air snaps in my head, and them I have the confirmation, I had another woman seated in my face…

As I notice that, my excitement was so much I can’t hold myself, and start to spout my white juice, all over, and had and orgasm like I never had before, but for my luck the woman over my head (yes know I have certain it’s another woman), start to make some kind of moves, like she is getting to the moon, as this happen, my wife take off the ear set from my ears and tell me, “now ear us moan”, spoken that, I feel her mount my cock (sorry the excitement of writing this, I had to talk like this) and tell me to no stop licking.

So I start to hear two voices moaning, one over my head, grabbing it telling me that want more…, and my wife riding my cock in quick movements….

That amazing scenario it last for a lot of minutes, can’t tell how much, until they decide, that they need to switch.

They change position, and as my wife puts her pussy over my head, tell me that, now, I have to make her cum like her partner…

The confirmation… we were not alone, another girl joins the party, but now the curiosity is main issue, how is that girl, that I’ve just taste?

No time to think, as my wife just put her pussy, in my mouth and “order” me to start licking, I do as order and start licking. Her pussy, was so wet, that drooled all over my face. At the same time, the partner starts to suck my cock, who became so hard, that started to hurt… but it feels so good, two girls over me.

After a while, my wife unties me the hands, and led it to her tits, so I can massage them as I continue to lick her, they were so stiff, and her nipples were so hard of excitement.

After that she turn around, letting her buttocks over my face, and turn to me and say, I love when you lick my butt hole, please do it, and put it just in place so I can lick it.

Meanwhile she told “her friend” to start riding me, and she do it… It was wild, my cock, enter another pussy, besides my wife, it makes me so crazy, and horny. She starts to embrace it slow, and I feel my cock slowly disappear inside her pussy, until it stays all in, and she stays a while like this… and without informing, start to riding me up and down, take all my cock out, and put it all in…, she was making me crazy, and if she continues like that it makes me cum again really quickly.

I had my hands free, but don’t know what to do with them, because I don’t know who to grab.

Meanwhile, my wife just had cum twice, and drop down my head and start to lick my balls while “her friend” ride me, before it goes like this, she grabs my hands and put them in “her friends” breasts, and say to me, “Do you like them, I know you like big tits, how about those, is at your taste?” I was “frozen” of excitement, and can’t answer her, just waving my head “yes”.

As she goes under to lick my balls, she unties my feet but tell me that I’m going to have free movements, but can’t take the blindfold. I agreed.

As she was talking to me “her friend” stopped riding me and drop off me, both help me get up, and told me the they were both now lying down, waiting for me…

My wife told me that they are stop talking and without touching their bodies, I have to guess who is who, just by only putting my cock inside both their pussy.

It makes me so excited, and with some help from hers, start to slide my cock in the first, so wet and wide, my cock enters without resistance, maybe my wife’s friend, and start to penetrate her slow, sliding in and out, and making moves with my hips more quickly so I can fuck her harder…, after a couple of minutes with the first, I slide out from her, and go for the other, and do the same… I was so mad by not be able to see two gorgeous women in my bed, but dudullu escort bayan the excitement of be able to fuck them, overweight the blindness.

After more minutes fucking the second woman, my wife tells me that if I guess who is who, the prize is the other little hole of both of them.

I went nuts, but I was almost certain about who is who, because one small detail, the last girl riding my cock it will be the girl that my cock, slide without restriction, because of my size, so it happens that the first girl I slide in after getting up, was the easiest to introduce, the second it was easy, but I need to push a little more to slide it all in…

So my wife was the second and her friend the first.

I felt someone getting up to near me, and take off my blindfold, I don’t tell to them how I manage to guess, but I guess it.

And the prize is sliding my manhood inside both her asses, and be able to see it.

As my eyes were getting used to the light, I notice that my wife’s friend is Celine from thrixxx. How the hell she could be here, and how my wife know her? She is like she told me in the e-mail, a look alike that actress. I was on my knees in over the bed, and my wife and Celine start to approach my cock, my vision of those girls together in my bed, it is so hot, and seeing my Celine she is really smoking hot, even better, that I had imagine in the game, hummmm so good.

They threatened to go to my cock, but do something even better, they lift up in front of me and give a French kiss, hummmmm, it makes me so horny, the first kiss of my wife with a woman, and in front of me, so hot and sexy, I was freeze of excitement, just stayed, there watching. After a long kiss, both decide to kiss my manhood, preparing it to go to wild terrains.

As they approach my cock, it was getting harder and bigger, but they don’t care about it, both start to lick it, each one from one side, to feel their tongue travel, from the bottom to the tip, at the same time, what a sensation, and for even more pleasure, to see, when they arrive to the tip, their tongue, touch each other, unintentionally, but on purpose, it makes me so excited, that, I don’t take long to gush my white juice again all over their faces.

They look at me surprised, and I make a expression of “can’t help it, you fault”, and they started to clean each other with their tongues, I was surprised, my wife, don’t like that I do it in her face, but now with other woman for the first time, she even do that, what an excitement.

They pull me down, and tell me for you punish for covering hers like that, without telling, is to lick the rest that they left… Hummmmm, me lick my own cum, that was a crazy night so far, with so much new things, “why not” I think, and start to lick their faces, mixed with intense kisses, alternating from one to another…

After that, I needed a rest, two in a row without rest, but those two had the excitement in their peak, and look at me and told me to rest and just watch, “they tell me to watch?”

Saying that, Celine blink at me, I know she had a tendency for bisex, but never told me if she does it in real life, and my wife, I had certain that don’t have that tendency, and kiss my wife, and for my complete amazement, my wife answers her kiss, with a hug to put both their bodies real close, and see my wife reach her hand to Celine underbelly.

I was so amazed to see that, my wife taking the first step, she must be crazy, the excitement made her mad.

My cock, that had become flaccid, because of the fatigue, instantly inflate and start to drain, that translucent liquid, such was the excitement…

The kiss seems endless, and Celine start to moan, because my wife had slide two fingers inside her pussy, making in/out moves with them. Celine stop kissing and start to suck and lick my wife’s nipples, to make them hard, and because my wife’s nipples are a little big, we can notice them becoming hard. It was driving me crazy so I started to caress my manhood.

The Celine was becoming so horny, that pushed my wife to bed, and open her legs, and slide her face between them, my wife let out a pleasure moan, as soon as Celine tongue touched her pussy…, she started to lick and suck, and do a lot of things to my wife, that I need to learn, It’s true when they say that woman, know where to touch in another woman. My wife moans with pleasure, and was making moves with her hips that I never known she can do it…, at some point she tells something to Celine and for my amazed they put themselves in the 69 position, my wife below and Celine over, and see my wife put her head between another woman’s legs, was too much for me, I can’t stand there just watching, I need to participate…

So I lift up and as I was approaching, my wife makes me a signal to go to the side of her head, and Celine pussy, but as I was preparing to slide my cock inside Celine pussy, my wife waves her head “no”, and as her partner in licking what she thinks acıbadem escort bayan about, giving the reward to me for guessing who is who.

She said “yes”, so my wife, starts to lick the other ass, to lubricate, and tries to slide one finger in, while go back to lick the other pussy.

Celine starts moaning like no other, and my wife start to fuck her more rapidly with her finger, I was watching, observing, waiting…, Celine asked my wife to slide 2 fingers, and she do it…, the moaning, was even loader, not of pain, but of pleasure, after a while my wife take off her fingers and make me signal to slide my cock in…, she dedicates to her pussy, and I will dedicate to her ass, I approach my tip to the little hole, that was opening and closing of excitement, one of the times it open, I put my tip in and try to slide it in, it had some resistance, but the tip enter…, the rest was just a little push to enter, Celine gives a big “aaaahhhhhhh”, gives me a scare, “did I hurt her?” but she look at me, grab my ass with a hand, and force me to enter all inside her…, my wife, seeing my cock disappear inside her ass, just approach my balls and suck them like crazy, hummm that was so good.

My wife tells us that she will leave us for a moment because she was getting a surprise for Celine (I’m gonna call by your name from now), and leave from below her, without causing trouble about me fucking her little ass, Celine then ask me to go faster, she wants to feel my cock really deep inside her ass.

Five minutes had passed and my wife approaches and had our strap-on put it on, Celine made a face of not approved, by Ana (my wife), tell her that the strap is going to be used in her, and ask her “if she already had ever done double penetration?”.

Celine said no, but is tempted to try it. Ana, slide under Celine, with me behind her, with my cock still inside her ass. Celine, gives a kiss to Ana, and tell her “go for it”. Ana pick up the strap with one hand, and points it to the middle of the outer lips of Celine, and made a little push to slide the strap in, because of the excitement Celine’s pussy, was so wet and lubricated, that the strap slide all at once. Celine, moan really load, as she had too “cocks” inside her, Ana, ask Celine “So you like having two cocks inside you? I have some practice with this, so as you can see I can fuck your pussy, like I am a man,” and said that start to make moves with her hips so the strap starts to slide in and out, I was in ecstasy, watching that, with my cock all in her ass, and as I felt the moves of Ana, I started to make moves, so my cock slides in and out also, at the same time of the strap.

Celine was vibrating with excitement, with her first experience, she was delirious, with the situation, that, without notice, she had and orgasm so intense that I had do hold her, because the lack of strength in her legs…

She turns to us and said “don’t stop” I want more…, and we start sliding our “cocks” in and out of her, and she moan, and moan, saying “more, more”, “yes, yes” and in the middle of saying that, kisses Ana.

The excitement was so much that I need to give pleasure to both of you, so I take out of Celine Ass, lift up Ana’s legs and slide my manhood inside her ass, Ana moan so deeply, and pleasurably, that after four strokes from me, she had an orgasm so intense that she was unable to move, and Celine had to start fucking the strap… what an image. Both of them had just cum, they were “on fire” now they need my hose to put out the fire.

So I left both their asses, and focus on their mouths, they want to feel my “water”, so they don’t move from their position. Celine won’t stop to being fucked by Ana, and Ana started to fuck Celine Again.

I started to fuck their mouths, first Ana, as she was in a beautiful position to do a thing that she loves, she drop down her head, push her body a little bit so she can make a right angle, so I can sidle my 24 cm cock, all in her throat, I start doing really slow, and slide a little bit, and a little bit more, Celine when start to see the form of my cock in her throat, start to kiss it, I look at her and said, are you jealous, It’s enough for both of you, and take off Ana throat and stick it inside Celine mouth, because of the angle she try to fit all in but can’t do it, so she said, “let me try like Ana”, and lay down in bed next to Ana in the same position of her…

I came back to Ana and slide in again, because she is used to do that with me, it slides in without the gag effect, but can’t abuse, but she wants me to fuck her like I was fucking her pussy, that excites me so much, so I start to stroke slowly, in and out, three, four times, and then go for Celine, as I was coming from one to another I notice, both have reach each other’s pussy, and start to masturbate… another point to my excitement.

So put her head in position, and start to slide, really carefully, at some point the gag effect, I stopped, and toke off my coke, Ana lift up and start to calm down Celine with kisses and nibble her ear lobe, and make me a signal to start again, I slide in again, and then I feel Celine hand in my ass, pushing it for me to slide more, and I do it slowly, sliding, she was able to control her gag, and I was able to put it all in, all until my balls hit on her head. She let go Ana pussy and with both hands grab my ass, and make me do move of in and out her throat.

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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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Although they are young they are all over eighteen.

This is the first chapter of a multi-part story.

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Lady Daphnes School for Ladies had a senior French class of nine young ladies with Mademoiselle DuPont as their tutor. They had been learning French for the five years they had been studying there and the girls had PLANS.

Carrie was the first to speak, “I think New Caledonia would be nice.”

That got a few ums and ahs.

Then Penelope suggested “How about Tahiti?”

“O la la” was repeated around the group. “YES.”

“Ok” said Penelope “I’ll let David know.” She picked up her cell phone and speed-dialed “Hey Bro, our decision is Tahiti. Start working on Monsieur Le Poof.”

Mount Aspiring Grammar School for boys also had a senior French class with nine young men. Their tutor was Mister Granger who was, without a doubt, a teacher no boy could turn his back on. His nickname was very widely known and Mademoiselle DuPont had even used it on occasion.

The Felton children had decided over the weekend that the French classes needed to take a ‘school trip’ so they could practice their French in a native setting and with one of them in each school they felt it was totally logical for both schools to go together, now they just needed to convince the teachers.

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Moorereo in Tahiti matched the brochures perfectly. A south seas paradise, now if they could just ditch their teachers they could have some fun.

The third morning Mademoiselle DuPont was passing through the lobby when she spotted a gentleman with some new pamphlets on attractions so she got one of each. At breakfast she looked through them and a plane trip around Tahiti in a 25 passenger float plane looked interesting. They could even stop at one of the islands for a picnic lunch. The price wasn’t an issue with each of the students having paid more than enough to cover a few sight-seeing activities. A brief discussion with all the students and everyone was in agreement. She contacted the mobile number and was able to arrange the trip for the following day, departure 9:00am.

The pilot and co-pilot appeared very professional and the float-plane was in good condition so they had little hesitation in climbing aboard.

The plane settled gently onto the water and up to the beach. Everyone got out and stretched their legs, unloaded the picnic lunch and settled down. Some of the students wanted to explore (mainly the boys) while others wanted to lay back on the beach (mainly the girls). The pilot lifted the engine cowling and appeared to be inspecting the engine, although with no apparent urgency.

After lunch there was a surprise. The pilot and co-pilot pulled out guns and told them all to sit down.

“This could be called a kidnapping. What we are going to do is leave you all here on this deserted island and contact your parents to pay a ransom. When they have all paid then we will tell them where you are. Simple?”

Tears aplenty, protestations, but hard to argue with a gun.

The co-pilot collected all their passports, beykoz escort bayan wallets, cell phones etc into the picnic basket. Then he turned to the pilot “The size of cell phones these days we can’t be sure we’ve got them all, should we search them?”

“Um, he he, I’ve got a better idea.” then he raised his voice, “Right all of you, your clothes in the basket as well.”

He pointed as Mademoiselle DuPont “You first.”

She looked horrified. “And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll come and rip them from you, and investigate what you’re hiding.”

She shook until Penelope stepped forward

“I don’t have a problem so I’ll start the strip.” And promptly removed her T Shirt, Shorts and her Bikini underneath. She stood there proudly with her firm breasts and shaved pussy on display.

There was a gasp from the other girls and a mew of fear from Mademoiselle DuPont. Penelope turned to the other girls,

“Come on you sluts, get your gear off. It’s what you’ve been wanting to do since we got here.”

She reached out to her teacher and looked her in the eye, “Come on, you can do it too, I’ll help.”

Penelope undid the buttons on her teachers blouse and slid it off her shoulders, followed by her bra. She knelt and undid her skirt and removed it leaving only the french cut briefs. With another look up at her teacher she hooked her fingers in the waistband and slipped them down. Mademoiselle DuPont stepped out of them looking at Penelope the whole time.

The boys had gone through many thoughts of trying to be heroes but realized the unlikelihood of that when there are two guns against you and so their clothes were also in a pile on the beach. They were all standing there with their hands hiding their cocks, very similar to the girls trying to hide their breasts and pussys.

The Pilot pointed to Maree and Sophie. “You two gather up all the clothes and put them in the basket, then put the basket in the plane.”

Maree and Sophie struggled to pick up the clothes while trying to hide their bodies which was making the pilots laugh. They finally got the full basket into the float-plane and stood back with the other girls.

The pilot moved back to the plane, “Right, we are not totally heartless, when we have the plane ready to go, I’ll drop a survival kit to you, fishing gear, that sort of thing.”

The pilot started the plane and the co-pilot climbed in and tossed the kit onto the beach. He slammed the door and and the plane turned for the open sea and accelerated. We stood on the beach and watched horrified as the plane lifted off and left us behind. We watched as it ascended and banked to the left. It was starting to disappear in the distance when we saw a plume of smoke came from the engine and a loud bang. The plane seemed to hang in the air for a moment and then plummeted from the heights into the water well out to sea. We watched and watched for ages but we saw nothing come to the surface.

“Ooohhhh Fuck.” came from David, “no ransom demands, no one to tell anybody where we are. Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, this is a real life üsküdar escort bayan survival program. We have to get ourselves out of this pickle.”

Penelope walked over to her brother and put her arm around his waist. “We have each other, as always, we’ll work it out.”

Mademoiselle DuPont was still shaking as Sophie took her by the arm “It will be Ok Miss, we’re tough.”

“M.. m… may maybe, but we’re nnn… naked.”

“But you’ve got pretty boobs, not like me with marbles on my chest, I look like a 12 year old.”

“B.. b… but no-ones ever seen m.. m.. mine before.”

“Well this is a day of firsts then isn’t it, first time kidnapped, first time seeing a plane crash, first time on a desert island and first time naked in public.”

Sophie’s banter started to penetrate the fug that Mademoiselle was in and she was able to smile faintly.

David and Penelope had opened the kit and laid out the gear. There was some fishing gear, some rope, two knives and a machete. No matches and, of course, no clothes.

David called everyone over. “OK, my experience, along with Penelope, has been lots of camp outs on our estate, we’ve made many different shelters, and fishing has been our usual way of feeding ourselves. Anyone else got experience to call on? Oh also, we’ve spent quite a few holidays at nudist resorts which is why we’re able to function.”

A few mumbles around the group with one or two saying they had been in scouts or girl guides but nothing prepared them for this. Then Mr Granger spoke up. “I have no experience that would be useful in this situation, I feel David and Penelope are best qualified to be our leaders. There’s no matches there but perhaps my glasses can act as a lens to start a fire.”

“Thank you for offering, I had noted both you and Melanie have glasses. Priorities need to be food and water and a basic shelter. Who’s gone fishing before, AND caught something.”

A few boys had been putting their hands up until that last comment when they laughed. “I have caught a few trout but I guess this is ocean fishing.”

The boys had spotted what looked like a fresh water spring when they went exploring so two of them went off to check it out along with instructions to check for any fruit trees.

One of the boys who had done fishing before went with Penelope and two other girls to, hopefully, catch some dinner. They headed off to the rocks at the curve of the lagoon to see if there were shellfish for bait and maybe enough to eat. David organized a group with the machete to start cutting thin saplings and others to start cutting the large leaves that abounded. The teachers were asked to start gathering firewood. That left him with three boys and three girls and they headed to the stand of coconut palms.

One of these girls was Melanie, who is the smallest of the group. David knew something about her that none of the others did, she did gymnastics.

“Right Mel, I know you are very good on the balance beam, here’s one that curves upward. Think you can do it.”

She looked suspiciously at the tree and we could see sancaktepe escort bayan her mentally walking up it.

“I can get most of the way but the last bit is nearly vertical and I’m not Spiderman.”

“I’m thinking as your weight goes on and if the other girls start up behind you then the tree should bend over a bit. I want all the boys under you as catchers because I don’t want anyone injured. Want to give it a try?”

“OK, If I slip I’ll try to fall flat so you can catch me easily. Oh, ah,” A deep breath “If you catch me I won’t be upset if you grab my tits but no trying to feel me up, OK?”

“But your pussy looks so juicy, if I can’t suck juice out of a coconut then I’d like to try sucking your peach.” That was Simon, Melanie’s mouth dropped open and her face went bright red.

Sandra laughed and sang “Melanie and Simon sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G.”

Melanie threw a coconut husk at her and ran to the tree, “Catch me if you can.” And she started to dance up the tree. The girls also ran to follow her while the boys moved under Melanie and followed her progress. Of course with them under Melanie looking up they had a very good view which Melanie suddenly realized.

“Simon, are you waiting to catch me or are you checking out how juicy my peach is?”

We were in dire straits but we were able to find many things to laugh about. With laughter and things to do we were less conscious of our nakedness.

Davids plan worked and the tree bent just enough for Melanie to make it to the top. She had a knife and David told her to cut lots of the leaves down and then to chop the coconuts down. Suddenly it was raining coconuts and we all had to jump clear. David tossed the rope up to her and she put it over the top of the tree so we could hold it down while she came back down. We released the rope and gathered it up. We all gathered an armful of coconuts and started to head back to the others when David said.

“Hang on, Just back in here might be the better place to camp, its flatter and there is less scrub to cut away. Pile the coconuts here while we think about it.”

That first afternoon was really busy, but by nightfall we had managed to make a rudimentary shelter near the coconut palms. It was a kind of an ‘A’ frame long-house with an entrance in the middle, boys to the left and girls to the right. Yeah right. Let’s try horny teenagers anywhere they can be.

Penelope led a very successful fishing team who brought back six big fish, a whole lot of shellfish and some ideas for where fish traps should go. The girls had learnt how to weave some of the grasses into baskets so we were getting quite domesticated. Mr Graingers’ glasses worked well so we were able to wrap the fish in leaves to cook it. That meal tasted better than many top class restaurants.

“Wh.. wh… what are we going to do about toilets?’ asked Sophie, hopping from foot to foot.

“Simple,” stated Penelope, standing up and moving out in front of everyone. “You do what the boys do. Come and stand in front of me Sophie.” Sophie came over and stood facing Penelope with her feet a shoulder width apart. Penelope demonstrated “Point your knees outward, hold your lips apart and let go.” Penelope’s stream arced out and hit the ground between them, Sophie’s did also although she protested.

“But, but , everyone can see me, ohhh what the hell, I can’t stop now.”

Penelope wiggled her hips slightly and her stream got close to Sophie’s feet.

“Hey cut that out, or I’ll pee on you.”

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Note: This is chapter 2, so read chapter 1 first. This story crosses over a bit with my other series, Family Friendly, but you don’t have to have read those to know what’s going on.

*****

“Mmm, fuck me, yes, fuck me,” the blonde moaned. I turned up the volume another notch, then went back to jerking my dick. I was lying on the bed, watching some porn and jerking off in the late afternoon. I should probably finish soon, I told myself. I still had to get up to campus before office hours were over.

“You think that’s loud enough?” Phoebe had appeared in the doorway. “I think maybe your neighbors can’t quite make it out.”

“Hey, Pheebs,” I said, not getting up or stopping. My jeans were around my ankles, which made it more annoying to get up than I figured it was worth.

“And you don’t even close the door?” she asked, coming over to the bed. “You don’t live alone, remember? You don’t care if Brad walks in and finds you beating off?”

“Eh,” I shrugged, “he’ll be off at practice for a while, anyway.”

“You’re so weird, Will,” she said, sitting on the bed. “You probably want him to walk in on you now. You haven’t gone full gay on me yet, have you?” She curled up next to me and gave me a kiss. “The fuck type of porn are you watching, anyway?” She turned to the screen.

I ignored her first question but answered the second one facetiously, “Only the really fucked up stuff,” of course. It had been almost a week since Brad, Nadia and I had gotten together, and I hadn’t told Phoebe about it yet. I wasn’t sure how she would take it, although she was at least grudgingly ok with my having hooked up with Nadia, so I imagined it would probably be fine. To be fair, though, not even Brad and I had talked about it since then. It wasn’t awkward or anything, but I can’t deny that I hadn’t in fact left the door open on purpose.

On screen, a shapely blonde was on her knees, getting fucked from behind while sucking another dick. I continued to rub my cock idly as Phoebe turned to watch the screen. “Two guys at once, huh? Lucky girl,” she said.

“Yeah, she seems to be enjoying it,” I replied. The blonde was moaning over the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. “Not sure why more women don’t try it.”

“I’m not sure why you think they don’t,” Phoebe said devilishly, her hand slipping down to my dick. “I know I would.”

“Well, then maybe we should work on finding a third,” I offered. I let go of my dick as she began stroking me.

“Who says you’ll be there?” she teased. “And if you’re thinking about including that tranny bitch of yours, think again. I wouldn’t want to share and I know you can’t keep your mouth off her dick.” It was always a little hard to tell with her where the joke ended and her real opinion began, but I found that more than a little intoxicating about her. In any case, she might be right, I thought.

“Too bad,” I remarked, “She has a pretty nice dick, you know.”

“Oh, I saw it,” she replied. “I’m pretty sure she would tear me in half.” She watched the screen, where the men had switched places. The blonde was gagging on her own juices. “Especially since I wouldn’t waste the chance at two cocks like this dumb bitch.” She pointed at the screen. “I’d want one of them in my butt.”

Hmm, I thought, imagining what that must feel like. “You seem to have put some thought into this.”

“Oh, of course,” she said. “I’m pretty sure most girls do. Or maybe I’m just a pervert…”

“So are you saying you don’t like sucking dick?” I teased her.

“Did I say that?” she said. As if to emphasize her point, she scooted down a bit and leaned over my dick, giving it a kiss on the head. I moaned a bit in response and moved my hips.

She looked up to me with a faux innocent look on her face. “Oh, sorry, am I interfering with your jerk off session? I can stop if you want.”

I didn’t say anything in response and just pushed her head back down. She wrapped her lips around my cock and took it into her mouth as I pushed her down on it. When she had a good deal of the shaft in her mouth, I let go of her and let my hand run down her back. Her tongue began running all over my shaft inside her mouth. “Mmmm,” I moaned and ran my hand down to her ass. I reached under her skirt and gave her a squeeze. She wiggled her butt in response and started fondling my balls gently.

I pumped my hips up into her face and ran my fingers over her panties. She released my cock from her mouth. “Don’t get me wet,” she said. “I don’t have time right now, and if you get me started I’m going to want to fuck your brains out.”

“Aww,” I said, disappointed.

“I just wanted to stop by and say hi but your cock just looked too good. So just give me some cum, ok? Maybe I can come by later and you can repay the favor.”

“Alright,” I said, and pushed her head back onto my dick. She dutifully sucked it, only gagging a little as I started fucking her face. I concentrated on coming and watched the screen. The blonde was now sitting taksim escort on one cock, taking it up her ass as she fingered her clit. I found myself wondering where the other guy had gone, but soon enough he appeared again and fed her his cock, standing awkwardly on the couch beside her. Part of me was disappointed that he hadn’t fed it to the guy fucking her. Was I bi now? I wondered. Whatever, I thought, turning my attention back to Phoebe.

Spit had dripped out of her mouth and down my shaft and balls. “Oh, yeah, suck that dick,” I said. She responded but it was muffled by my cock. Almost there, I thought. I imagined licking her little snatch, eating her in a 69 position. In my imagination, another dick slid into her pussy in front of me. I imagined keeping my tongue on her clit, her going crazy as the thick, throbbing cock pounded her hole. She would come and then the dick would pull out and spray us both with thick, hot cum. “Oh, fuck,” I said as I felt my orgasm coming. I pushed her head down hard, forcing myself all the way int her mouth and started coming. I fired one, two, three shots in rapid succession, my hips bucking. I felt more cum spurt from my cock in little bursts as Phoebe slurped it all up loudly.

Finally she raised her head and let my cock fall out of her mouth. “Mmm,” she said, wiping her mouth.

“Thanks for that,” I said, pushing my fantasies out of my head.

“You’re welcome,” she replied. She glanced over at my alarm clock. “Shit, I have to go,” she said. “I have to go try and work shit out with Megan.”

“Good luck with that,” I said. I doubted that anything could be worked out and was surprised she was even still trying. “Actually I have to go up to campus, too, so could you wait a minute? I’ll walk with you.”

“Fine,” she said, “but hurry up.”

***

We split up on the way to campus so I didn’t run into Megan. They were going to meet at a coffee shop. I doubted she would want to see me at that point and anyway I wasn’t sure how I would even deal with it. Besides, I had a big calculus exam coming up and just enough time to catch my professor’s office hours, I figured.

“Ah, Guillame,” Dr. Martin said as I showed up at her door. She was an attractive young woman, especially for a math professor, and that alone made her class one of the more popular classes, despite what most would consider the boring subject matter. I know I myself found her lectures somehow fascinating, although by the end of each I realized I had spent more time looking at her than any of the figures she wrote on the board. She sat behind her large desk, which was covered in loose papers. Her dark brown hair was tied up and she wore a rather tight top which showed off her ample chest. Ah, yes, the source of my math problems.

“You are here for the exam tomorrow?” she asked. Her French accent was somehow mesmerizingly cute to me.

“Ah, yes,” I replied. “I’m a bit confused about some things…” My mind drifted to sexual matters and I smiled to myself about that sentence. Ah, well, I told myself, focus.

“I see, I see,” she said. “You have been doing the exercises?” She watched me intently with her big brown eyes as she leaned over her desk towards me and I felt I had to look away. Something about her, the way she spoke, maybe…?

“Uh, yeah, I mean,” I said, my tongue suddenly feeling awkward in my mouth, “I get the derivative questions but, like, I don’t know what’s going on, you know? Like, when it’s word problems I don’t know what to do.”

“Ah ah, I see,” she said. “This is common.” She sat back up. “You must think hard about these and ask yourself, ‘What am I doing? What am I looking for and what do I know?'”

“So could you maybe do a problem with me or something?” I asked.

“Malheureusement, non,” she said. “Actually, I must go soon, but the TA Matthew is in his office. He will help you.” I loved the way she said it, like “Matt-you.”

“Thanks,” I said, “sorry for showing up to your office hours so late,” I said. I made remembered what had kept me and smiled again to myself. In any case, I figured I might be able to concentrate more without a beautiful woman opposite me. I said goodbye and headed to the TA’s office.

I found the door open only a crack and I knocked as I came in. “What’s up?” Matthew said, turning his chair to face me. A slight smile was on his lips. His light brow hair was a bit mussed up and the t-shirt, flannel and jeans combination gave a less than professional appearance, but I knew from past experience he was a good TA, easy to talk to and good at explaining stuff in a way that made sense.

“So, calculus,” I said, taking an empty chair near him. None of the other TA’s who were usually around were here this late.

“Ah, yes, calculus,” he said, “bane of the undergrad’s existence. What about it troubles you, my son?”

“Oh, only everything,” I replied. “I guess if I had to boil it down, I would say, what is a fucking derivative and why should mecidiyeköy escort I care about it?”

“Deep stuff, that,” he said, swiveling back around in his chair to grab a whiteboard marker. As he took to his feet and approached the whiteboard full of things I could never hope to understand near his desk, I leaned back in my chair, ready for a knowledge bomb. Dr. Martin was nice and fuck if she wasn’t hot, but probably 90% of the knowledge I had gotten from this class I got from Matt, who always seemed to have time to tell my dumb ass how to think about stuff. It probably helped that I wasn’t watching how his butt wiggled as he wrote on the board, I mused to myself.

While thinking that, I finally did notice it, filling out his tight jeans nicely as he drew some curves on the board. Shit, I thought to myself, maybe I need to find uglier teachers. I had never really thought about guys like this before, but since the night with Nadia and Brad I seemed to just be thinking of everything that moved as a potential partner. This might be a problem, I thought.

Just as Matt started in on some explanation, we were interrupted by the squeak of his office door again. I turned my head to see a thin but cute Asian girl come in with a load of textbooks clasped to her chest. “Hey, Mei Lin,” Matt said, “I have to impart some deep calculus knowledge on Will here, but if you hang out a bit we can get to that algebra stuff.”

She pulled a chair up next to me and sat down. “Will, Mei Lin, Mei Lin, Will,” Matt said and turned back to the board. “So let’s say we have a linear function, like say…” he continued with his mini lecture.

I found it easy to follow what he was talking about but I kept being distracted by thoughts of the events of the last couple weeks. I suppose I can’t be blamed for being a bit preoccupied with a bad break up, but mostly my thoughts were on Phoebe and Brad and Nadia and all of them at once and what the fuck was he just asking me?

“Yo, Will,” he said as I snapped back to reality. “You seem zoned out, man. Am I that boring today?” He seemed more amused than annoyed.

“Uh, no,” I said, “just what did you ask?”

Before he could say anything, Mei Lin piped in “He wants to know how to improve the approximation to the average rate of change.” I noted a tone of annoyance in her voice. “So, like, how you could just use a smaller interval to approximate.”

“Yeah, that’s basically it,” Matt said. “Although I was asking Will, sweetheart. So now how do we get an instantaneous rate of change?”

“Well…” I began, letting my mental tape recorder run over the lecture I had just been drifting away from “…we could let the interval get smaller and smaller until it’s 0, right?”

A cute smile appeared on his lips. “Or in fancy calculus terms…?” he asked.

“Oh, take the limit!” I said, the reasoning finally making sense to me. I felt sort of like an idiot at the moment, that it took me so long to realize what was going on, but also sort of proud of myself.

“Alright, very nice,” he replied. He gave me some problems to work on and then turned to Mei Lin. “Ok, so free objects, right?”

I was already lost, but it was sort of mesmerizing to listen to the two of them bantering about things I had never even heard of. As they spoke, he came around behind us and leaned over her to look at her notes. I couldn’t help noticing how close his face was to hers and also how close it was to mine. I tried to focus on the problems, but it was way more fun to watch them for some reason. I let my thoughts drift he casually put a hand on her shoulder and pointed out some abstract nonsense.

In my mind, she was riding him, her small body bouncing up and down on his, impaling herself on his hard cock. I couldn’t help trying to get an impression of his size through his tight jeans. I imagined his cock was long, drilling deep into her tight little cunt with every thrust. Mentally I watched her little round ass and I wanted nothing more than to shove my face into the middle of it, licking from his balls to her asshole and back again, over and over until he finally shot a load into her and I got to suck it all out.

“Well, I better get going,” I snapped out of it. “Only so many hours to sleep before the exam.” I was suddenly very aware of how awkward I sounded.

“Ok, man, good luck tomorrow,” Matt said to me before turning back to the cute little Chinese girl who was fixated on his every word. My mind was jumping from thought to thought as I left and I only realized where I was when the smell of coffee brought me out of it. What the fuck had been awakened in me?

I found myself in the coffee shop, the same one where Megan had agreed to meet with Phoebe. I scanned the tables, hoping I hadn’t wandered into a situation where hot beverages were likely to be thrown at my face. I wondered why I had wandered here. Maybe I wanted the confrontation, I mused. In seemingly no time, the line had disappeared and I found escort nişantaşı myself alone at the counter. A familiar face greeted me.

Carmen was that barista that you’re too afraid to ask out because only assholes ask out baristas. She was a petite latina, dark brown hair, light brown skin, somehow as perpetually perky as the coffee she served up but not in some annoying, thank-you-come-again way. Caffeine was one of my least harmful addictions, so her smile had become familiar to me over the last year or so. “Hey, Will,” she said cheerfully, “what do you need?”

“Hey, uh…Carmen is it?” I leaned in and squinted at her name tag, pretending as if I hadn’t seen her a few times a week over the last semester. “Just a medium decaf, thanks.”

“Ha ha,” she said, “but what do you really want?”

“No,” I said, “I’m serious, sweetheart. I have a test tomorrow and I like to trick my body into staying up a little bit longer but not all night, you know?”

“Decaf it is,” she said, punching in the order. “I wouldn’t want to keep you up all night, would I?” She winked exaggeratedly. “It’ll be just a minute. I saw your girlfriend in here earlier…”

“Megan?” I asked. She nodded. “Oh, I think that’s kind of over,” I deliberately understated the facts. “Was she talking to Phoebe?”

“Oh, yeah,” she replied. “And it didn’t seem to be a friendly conversation.” She fiddled with some things behind the counter as we waited for the other employees. “They weren’t here very long. So, I guess the ladies of the world are rejoicing that you’re back on the market, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know about the world,” I replied, “but maybe of the greater metropolitan area.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, order’s ready.” She turned and grabbed the cup, then pulled the receipt and handed both to me. “I hope it keeps you up just the right amount.”

“Thanks,” I said, leaving cash on the counter as I walked away. I’d better give Phoebe a call at least, see if Carmen’s interpretation was correct. As I brought the cup up to my lips to drink, I noticed some writing on the receipt. It was a phone number, followed by the name Carmen. I chucked to myself. When it rains, it pours, I thought.

I tried Phoebe’s number as I walked back to my apartment, but there was no answer, so I ended up texting her “you ok?” Look, I’m not a texting poet, ok? She responded, “im fine but i cant come over tonight :(“

Well, that was probably for the best, I concluded, but something in me was not content to finish studying and go to sleep early like a good boy. I tried calling Nadia.

“What’s up, faggot?” she answered the phone on the third ring.

“So what are you up to tonight?” I asked, ignoring the casual slur which had practically become her pet name for me.

“It’s a weekday,” she replied, “and some of us actually have jobs, college boy. And shouldn’t you be studying on a school night instead of wasting your mommy and daddy’s tuition money on any little thing who shakes her ass at you?”

Ah, Nadia, I thought. “Not just any little thing,” I said. “But for certain ones I might make an exception, even on a school night.”

“As fun as that sounds, I actually do have to work tomorrow, so you’ll have to wait a while. In the mean time, why don’t you just go rub dicks with your little boyfriend roommate? Isn’t that why you two live together, anyway?”

“Thanks for the suggestion,” I said, suddenly feeling forlorn despite the seeming abundance of ladies. “See you on the weekend, maybe.”

“Oh, I’d count on it,” she said. “See you.”

I pondered my own thought processes for the rest of the way home, casually sipping the coffee. It was too early to call up Carmen, but maybe tomorrow would be fine? Honestly bar hook ups were more my speed and I couldn’t remember the last time I actually called a girl up as such.

I entered the apartment to the sound of loud fucking. Heading to my room, I passed Brad’s open door. He lay fully naked on the bed, jerking off to some very loud porn.

“What’s up?” I said to him.

“Not much, man,” he replied, his eyes not moving from whatever he was watching.

“Nadia didn’t want to come over tonight, right?” I said.

“How’d you know?” he asked, finally turning towards me.

“I called her, too,” I said, entering the room. “Something about that girl, huh?”

“Yeah, man, I don’t know,” he said. “She’s just like…man, I don’t know, you know?”

“Yep,” I said, sitting on the bed. I glanced at his tv. He was watching a black girl take multiple white cocks. “Nice. Where’d you find this one?” I asked, indicating the tv with a nod.

“Internet,” he replied. “So, like…” he had turned back to the tv.

“So, yeah,” I said, “we don’t have to, like, talk about last week or anything. At least unless you had something to say.”

“Oh, yeah, no,” he said. “I mean, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?”

“Vegas sounds nice,” I said. We both sat in silence for a minute, watching the screen. “So, you wouldn’t mind if I sucked your cock, right?”

“Nah, dawg,” he said, eyes not moving from the screen. He scooted over a bit to offer me his erect dick.

“Great,” I said, and got on my belly, bringing my face right next to his dick. “I’m glad this didn’t get weird.”

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[revised 8/15/2017]

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you think?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Those should be the McCoys then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Lancaster pulled gossamer from her bag.

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It was so much fun writing the first one. I had to have another go at this and write a part two. Thanks to my confidence booster for urging me to write this. You will need to read part one for this to make any sense.

On the flight home, the night’s events were turning my brain inside and out. I had the most amazing night with one of my oldest friends, who it had taken me a decade to meet. But I knew that somehow or another, I needed to get my wife to meet her. I knew they would get along like a house on fire, regardless of anything, and who knows how persuasive Misty can be.

Misty is one of the most secretive people I have ever met. Her real name is a riddle to most; she does not have a social media account and works in referral work. For someone in this day to not have a major digital footprint would almost seem like a catfish if I did not know her.

So, with no reference points, the plan had to be set.

Months go by, and I do not act it while it consumes my thoughts in every way possible. It consumes my work, my study, and my idle procrastination. I knew this was not going to be as simple as it was with my other friends or even my ex-girlfriend who we are both good friends with, but it needed to land perfectly for the result.

Tiffany and Misty both had something in common; they are both as stubborn as all hell. Tiffany is the rock of my life. She is tall and strong physically, the most understanding person I know emotionally, and driven to succeed in everything she does. Misty is stubborn, but the rest is so different. Tiff has a foot on her height, but what she lacks in height, she makes up for in scheming and outrageousness.

There is something else we needed to work out; my wife hates Melbourne. Years of working for a bad company had led her to some bad times in this city, and that needed dealing.

However, a few months later, the opportunity presented itself. ANZAC Day Long Weekend is a traditional weekend for New Zealand Rugby League supporters, and this will be our backdrop. We would turn it into a weekend away into the wineries as well and eating in the amazing food districts of the city.

We land on the Friday night flight, it’s late, but we are hungry and do not want airline food. So after checking in, we go to the pub down the road from the hotel. I set up for Misty to meet us there so that they can get to know each other. I am nervous as hell, but without traps or toys, so this cannot go weirdly wrong.

There is a saying about not introducing your wife and mistress to each other, I was not quite doing that, but this is as close as you could go — Misty might be mad, and I might be a geek, but I cannot and would not bring myself to cheat.

They meet, hug, and I bring over a round of drinks (no more Southern Comfort, I go higher end and whiskey this time as I know my wife will appreciate it, and I will not get killed for going cheap either). I stand in the queue at the bar willingly, even though three drinks in one hand with a walking stick will be a trick and a half, but I want them to bond. I would look over and smile in Misty’s direction, and I knew from her reassuring eyes that she was bonding and getting to know her well.

Tiff was telling the story of how we met, our first date (the sanitized version), and all the other best ‘couplely’ stories that there are. I had told Misty some of these, not all (including the non-sanitized version of the first date story), but I wanted them to talk for as long as possible uninterrupted.

When I arrived, they were both smiling. As I hugged Tiff, I was greeted with the news that Misty had offered to come with Tiff and me on the winery visit I had organized for the following morning. I knew Misty was up to something, but I let it slide. I was going to follow her lead, no matter what.

After dinner and the second round of drinks, we were tired and called it a night. We agreed to meet in our lobby the following morning.

This is Melbourne in the middle of the year; it can be a bit ‘four-seasons-in-a-day’ weather at the best of times. While this does not bother me, it bothers Tiff and naturally will bother all 5ft nothing of Misty. I come downstairs in a Mooloos Rugby jersey ( a bit thicker than standard) and long pants. Tiff is in a standard white top with jeans and carrying the sweater in case it gets cold with solid RM Williams boots. Misty has gone with the black leather boots, a respectable skirt with a Philly Eagles jersey (a gag in response to my Philly MLS shirt from the last time we met for sure).

After the hugs and kisses were exchanged, we all got in the minibus and realized we were the only ones on tour for today, so this was going to be cozy at a minimum. Our tour ataköy escort bayan bus driver Laurel was an older 50-something but pleasant enough. With Tiff and Misty bonding and asking the tour guide all the questions possible and Tiff telling all the stories about New Zealand, I decided to do something that was odd for me when nervous; I shut the hell up.

The wineries were gorgeous, the wines themselves were amazing, the food was great, and we all just genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. I got some grief for not mentioning Misty to Tiff sooner, but the whole living on the other side of the world thing got me away from that.

My lack of popular culture knowledge was picked up, and my natural geek and dork tendencies were also picked on in a loving, self-deprecating kind of way. At this moment, I knew why I had been friends with Misty all these years. She is amazing and funny but also able to torment me mentally in ways that no one else could. She had loved the fact I had fallen for Tiff and how we fell in love.

Tiff is my rock; there is no other way to put it. When we got married five years ago, it was the best day of my life. If Misty could have been there, I would have had her there. I would have flown her out, but she would not allow it as life has it. Between humility, toughness, and being amazingly clever, my wife and Misty were getting on amazingly.

As we arrived back at the hotel, the decision had been made that we would change quickly and go to dinner in Chinatown. This got a giggle from Tiff as it’s all I can cook, and got a giggle from Misty as she had heard and seen the cooking in picture form over the years.

We both quickly stripped and changed and oddly forgot that Misty was even there before we went out.

At dinner, the bonding continues, and then the obvious comes — the reason we are here; the game. Lucky for me, I bought a third ticket where we knew this would be hilarious. Trying to explain rugby of any version to an American living in Melbourne was always going to be akin to explaining the NFL to most Australians.

Stadium food and drinks later, as we went through the game, I cheered like a maniac, and they amused me. I might be mad, but I am lucky to have a wife and best friend who are like this.

Every time I stood up, they muttered behind me. Every time I had gone to get the food and drinks, they were whispering, and the looks they were giving each other were akin to giddy schoolgirls cooking up a plan.

I knew that Misty was up to something. The question for me was how far Tiff was willing to go along with it.

As we left the stadium and finally got in the Uber back to the hotel, Tiff never asks where Misty lived, and Misty did not object to coming with us. I got in the front of the 4WD and opened the door for Tiff and Misty to slide in like a gentleman.

The whole ride over, the driver and I talk about the game intently as he cared about the result. He is distracted, and I see the two of them whispering mischievously as we go for ten to fifteen minutes through the CBD to the hotel.

As we turn to the block, my phone lights up with my WhatsApp and a message from Misty.

“Look into the mirror and remain calm,” the message read.

I curiously look up as I hold up a conversation with the driver to see Misty nibbling seductively on Tiff’s neck. Tiff’s mouth was open as I think it dawned on her where this was all going. I just smiled and hoped we hit some traffic to slow this down.

As Tiff let out a little moan, there was a kiss. A soft, delicate kiss as Tiff succumbed to whatever Misty had done to get her to this point. Tiff had never done anything with a woman before (as far as I knew) and had only ever muttered it as a fantasy on one occasion a few years before in a messenger note while I was being a shithead at work.

The kiss deepened, and I pretended to pay attention to the driver’s conversation as we pulled into the hotel. I thanked him, got out, and opened the door for the two ladies. They strode ahead of me quite eagerly, however in a somewhat distracted state, I stumbled and fell onto my knees. I felt like a complete clutz. Tiff came to get me back up.

“She is magic,” she whispered in my ear.

“I will always love you, but go with whatever she has planned in her head,” I nervously replied.

I got myself together as I strode forward again like a normal person on a cane. With both of them behind me, I felt a little like a head-on walking shot from the House M.D TV show from my childhood (and I had the cane to boot). However, I was determined for a whole other reason.

The elevator ride was tense, but there were hands going places and istanbul escort muttering. At this point, I could say I have not been so anxious in all my life.

I am a geek; these things never happen to me. I had only had four sexual partners before this. The riskiest thing ever had been a hand job and fingering on a long drive. This was way past where my geek brain had ever contemplated.

As I got to the door with the key card, my hand was shaking quite visibly. I was nervous, excited, and did not want to stuff this up or stuff up my marriage all at the same time. I felt like the hall was spinning, so the card going into the slot was the most difficult challenge my brain had gone through in years.

After accomplishing the mission of opening the door, I got in, got my shoes off, and placed them neatly like I somehow forgot what the hell was going on behind me.

Before I knew it, their kissing was passionate and deep. It was like Tiff was in a trance, and Misty felt like she had conquered the one she always wanted.

I spun around, and they stopped and stared at me. Before I knew it, they had pushed me against the chair standing against the desk. I was stunned, the two of them were in on this together in some way, but I was hardly going to protest.

Being clever, the belt on my side of the suitcase and the belt on hers came out, and my hands and legs were tied to the chair in no time. I protested, but Tiff kissed me passionately to shut me up.

Misty kissed me deeper and whispered, “I told you she was amazing, shit head.”

Misty smiled at me as she slowly stripped Tiff and slid up her body like a vixen in complete control of the situation. Tiff moaned as she was devoured with a seductive row of kisses from her neck to her lips. As her tongue slid into her mouth, she knew she had secured what she wanted. As the kisses flowed, the moans got louder as my struggles got more real.

She moved down Tiff’s body with laser-like precision. First tracing a line of kisses down her body, then to her very sensitive nipples. First with the sucking, then the light biting and blowing on them to make Tiff squirm and moan. She knew her way around her body like it was imprinted in her brain. While all these seemed to occur with robotic precision, there was nothing robotic about it at all.

Tiff’s legs were squirming as were mine strapped into this bloody chair. I could feel the belts cutting into me as I struggled against them. I so badly wanted to join in my wife’s pleasure, knowing full well that was the plan all along. My torment was Misty’s delight, and Tiff was in so much pleasure on the end of Misty’s tongue, but yes, she enjoyed my torment as well.

As the line of kisses descended Tiff’s gorgeous body, Misty lightly flicked my wife’s clit with her tongue, and at that moment, it looked like Tiff was about to explode as she spasmed under her touch. I had never been so turned on in my life.

The way Misty ate Tiff was majestic; it was nothing like I had seen in porn (and I had seen plenty). It had Tiff moaning and squirming in a way that I had never seen before and certainly in a way I had never been able to create before. She was shivering to the touch, moaning to the gentle kiss, and Misty was going to make this last.

Tiff moaned, “Fuck! she is amazing” to me.

I begged for the first time to be let out and was summarily denied by Misty, who was far too entranced in eating Tiff into a splendorous mess. Tiff was moaning, squirming, and begging for more. Misty was more than happy to oblige.

This looked like it was Misty’s last meal, and she wanted to savour this whole situation. I was squirming in the chair, begging to be let out –or at least stripped.

Well over an hour had passed, as I had been left with the clock in the eye line. Tiff was arching her back, and Misty had decided that this was going to be it; the time she turned Tiff into a moaning mess. She went for it like her life was on the line, and I noticed the intensity was rising more and more as Misty’s tongue was working its magic in a way that neither Tiff nor I thought was even possible.

As the orgasm rippled through Tiff’s body, the sight was nothing like I had ever seen. Tiff was so loud, and the sounds of her wet pussy gushing on Misty’s very talented tongue was like nothing I had heard. It was a sensory overload for a horny, tied-up geek.

The orgasm eventually subsided as my hot, wet, sweaty wife gasped for breath. She motioned for Misty to come up from the floor. Misty got up, but first, she decided that her mischief wasn’t going to stop there.

She sauntered over to where I was struggling against the belts, her body was porcelain escort merter white, and her smile was melting my heart and brain. The smile on her face showed that she knew it.

As she approached me, she whispered in my ear, “she tastes amazing.”

She passionately kissed me. Tasting my wife off another woman’s lips was something I never in a million years thought would happen, but it was an amazing moment all the same.

As she broke the kiss, I begged for mercy and to be released. I was so turned on, and the belt was killing me. In the end, a naked Tiff and a naked Misty decided to unstrap me from the chair and then strip me all the same.

As I kissed Tiff for the first time since this whole encounter, I was naked and throbbing hard, but my brain had no idea what on earth was next in terms of my role in the show. My brain had just stopped working in that moment, even if my cock had not.

Tiff then kissed Misty deeply, aggressively, like she was in a heat akin to our first date. She then picked Misty up and completed the position switch. Then she started to eat Misty’s pussy. My wife eagerly lapped up her tiny, wet, smooth pussy like she was possessed. There was not a whole lot graceful about this at all; it was pure lust. There was no way Misty was going to hold out on her for too long as I just stood there like a moron.

I got smacked out of my trance. Tiff threw a shoe in my general direction and told me to stop being such a geek and to join in. I was reminded that this was not a voyeur only show.

I approached the bed and pounded my wife’s now slippery pussy like my life depended on it. I was going at her like a jackhammer as she ate Misty’s pussy. I knew this was not going to last long if I was left uninterrupted as I watched the scene below me. However, like all things in this, I was going to be made to wait.

After some time elapsed, Misty decided to usher me out of Tiff and into her mouth. I had not had a lot of blowjobs in my life, but my god! did Misty know what she was doing with her mouth! The way she used her tongue was like something I had never felt in my life.

As I got close, she would slow down, then start back up again. It was the most pleasant torture I had ever felt in my life. Then her orgasm rippled through her, but my wife did not stop until she knew that Misty had become a puddle. Content with her efforts, Tiff kissed me deeply. We had not shared a kiss as deep and passionate as this in a long time, but it was electric. Suddenly Misty found herself teasing me and teasing Tiff with her fingers at the same time.

Within minutes we were both moaning like maniacs possessed by the hand of the same woman. Then it happened, I was stopped in my tracks as I held Tiff upright through her second orgasm of the night. It rushed through her like a jolt of electricity as she screamed like no tomorrow.

“I swear to god if you don’t pound this vixen senseless, I’ll kick your ass,” she blurted out as she came down from the orgasm.

Before I knew it, I was pushed on the bed. Tiff was on my face to encourage my eating her pussy while also obstructing the vision of whatever else was going on, and before I knew it, Misty was riding my cock. Now I was not thinking at this point; my big brain was just overwhelmed with sensations, so I just bucked my hips and ate my wife like it was my last night on earth.

Misty was sliding up and down on my cock so seductively as she kissed my wife on the way through. Tiff was being urged to drown me in her juices by Misty in between the kisses, and I knew there was no way I could survive this for too long without filling up Misty like something I could not even imagine.

Through the cascade of moans and screams, Tiff orgasmed on my face as Misty held her up, and my tongue turned her into jelly. Misty’s bouncing was in time with my hips as it got faster and faster. Everything for the first time in my head was in sync like a computer after a reboot for the first time.

I could not go any faster as Tiff kissed her juices off my lips. She was urging me to cum.

“Fill her pussy up.”

“Pound her like you have never done this before.”

“Make her scream and cum all over your cock.”

She kissed my neck and earlobe as she sexily teased me with the sexy talk. All of that meant I was never in a million years going to last long. Then it happened, I exploded and screamed like something I never thought was possible. I came so hard, I turned into a blob to the side of the bed.

The three of us were thoroughly well fucked, and were without any energy to move. Misty wound up in between us as we all spooned each other and passed out.

As Tiff began to breathe heavily, Misty kissed me and whispered, “If you think this is the end of this corruption for you and Mrs. Shithead, your big brain isn’t working…”

With that, I fell asleep wondering what this amazingly gorgeous friend had in store for us next as I saw Misty drift to sleep with a dirty little grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not angry with me?”

“No, of course I’m not. I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gotcha,” I murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you darling,” Simone said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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