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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?

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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.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not angry with me?”

“No, of course I’m not. I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gotcha,” I murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you darling,” Simone said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

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This adventure happened during Art school, my boyfriend Bob’s family owned a summerhouse and cool boat on a huge lake in Arizona. During that summer, we were staying at the summerhouse for a few weeks.

One day Bob mentioned that we were going to a party on the lake. It was a really big affair and about 10 miles up the lake. The boat that Bob’s family owned was a pretty big, fast job, I don’t know a lot about boats, but I guess this was something special. It was a jet boat and it had a deck big enough on the back for me to lie on and soak up the sun, it was all cushioned and plush. Once we slowed down at the party area, I figured I could just lay back and be really comfy.

Well, I have to tell you that thing just flew across the lake. It seemed that in no time at all we were creeping into the cove where the party was going on. We passed a point of land and turned in, I couldn’t believe the number of boats there or the number of people out partying. There must have been at least a couple hundred boats and tons of people on shore. There was a band playing on a big pontoon boat and other boats just cruising through watching all the action. There was one boat with a huge sign urging girls to sign up for a bikini contest that was going to be held later in the day.

As we cruised in closer to shore and the main action, I could hear guys chanting “tits, tits, tits” and saw that a number of women were giving them what they wanted. A lot of women were just plain topless as well. They looked pretty comfortable to me and it was apparent that Bob was enjoying the show.

We anchored settled back to watch the action and listen to the music. Bob popped a couple of beers, rolled a joint and fired it up. By the time we finished the joint, I was on my second beer and had a really good buzz going. I lay back on the rear deck and just grooved to the tunes and the sounds of partying going on around me. I guess I dozed off a bit.

I woke up to Bob rubbing tanning lotion on me. What actually woke me up was when he slid his hands under my bikini top and rubbed lotion into my breasts. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the attention. He finally just pushed the top up and off my breasts for better access. I arched my back and smiled as he went back to work rubbing in the lotion. He worked his way down and pulled my bottoms down and rubbed lotion on my butt and over my sex as well. I laughed and asked, “You don’t really expect me to get sun down there do you?”

He laughed, banged on the motor deck and said, “who knows we may be going for it on the motor deck by this afternoon”.

I smiled at the thought but didn’t think it very likely.

When he finished lubing me up with lotion, he asked if I wanted to take a ride in closer to shore and see what was going on.

“Sure”, I said, “let’s check it out” and sat up and pulled my top back in place covering my breasts. It was wild closer to shore. The guys on shore were trying to talk all the girls on the boats into showing their breasts. As we got closer, Bob tossed me a beer and asked if I was going to flash em.

“I don’t know “ I replied, “You want me to?”

Hey, I think you’re the hottest thing out here; I’d love to see you flash; it’s your decision though.

I opened the beer and pretended to be considering something that I already knew I was going to do. Hell, if you’ve read any of my other stories then you know it too.

As we came up on the shore area where all the guys were lined up, they started chanting for me to show them my tits. I teased them for a couple of moments and then pulled my bikini to the sides revealing my breasts to the crowd. They cheered and chanted and seemed to appreciate what I had shown. It was a real rush, flashing in front of a crowd like that. Man, oh man!

As we left the area, I noticed a lot of women were topless, enjoying the sun and decided to go for it as well and removed my top entirely.

Bob just smiled when he turned to look back at me as we were slowly cruising by all the boats. I don’t know why, but it always excites me to be photographed. There were cameras and video cameras everywhere… and more than a few were pointing in my direction!

We headed back out into more open water. Bob looked back and said, “ I told you they’d love you”.

I laughed and told him they loved any girl who showed them what they wanted.

He laughed and said “yeah that’s probably true, but I loved it anyway; I love it when other men see how hot you are”. I leaned up and kissed him, loving him for thinking me that sexy.

We eased out to a good anchoring area and partied for a little bit. After a while I told Bob I needed to pee and we needed to find someplace for me to go. He started the boat and slowly eased out to deeper water away from most of the other boats. I jumped into the water removed my bottoms and relieved myself. It felt really sexy to be floating totally nude so close to so many people. I swam around for a few minutes enjoying the feeling. şişli escort bayan Finally, I climbed back up onto the boat and lay on the back deck totally nude. Boats would go by and a couple came in close, but everyone was cool. After a little while Bob fired up the motor and we started to idle into the party again. I reached over and grabbed my bikini bottom and slid it back on.

As we were idling back, we heard these 2 guys hollering to us from another boat. Bob steered toward them to see what they wanted. It turned out that their boat’s motor wouldn’t start and they wondered if they could join up with us. They had tons of food, alcohol and bragged on some killer weed.

Bob turned toward me and said, “It’s up to Jenn”. If it’s ok with her, then it’s fine by me. I didn’t really want any company; on the other hand, if I were in their shoes, I wouldn’t want to miss out on the party. Besides they were cute in a surfer boy kind of way. So I agreed and they secured their boat and moved their coolers and stuff over to ours. I pretty quickly decided to put my top back on because both guys couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off my breasts. They were trying to be polite, but I guess when breasts are just out there like that, guys just gotta check them out.

We idled closer in to the party, anchored and began to start some serious partying. These guys came ready to party, They had coke, pot, and all kinds of alcohol. I don’t know what they were planning, but getting totally wasted figured pretty high on the list. They lit up a giant joint and I was zoned in almost no time and just lie back to enjoy the sun. I was really high!

After about an hour or so of partying, Bob wanted to to take a run by the shore again to see what was happening. We all pretty lit by this time, but Bob was being really careful and as we got closer to shore, we could hear the guys with their chanting again. When we got close to shore and started to cruise along it, the chanting got to me and I pulled my top aside again exposing my breasts to the crowd. The guys on the boat seemed to be screaming the loudest. When I covered them back up again, Bob and the guys booed me. I just smiled at them and went to lie on the back deck of the boat. We anchored much closer to shore to watch the action, listen to the band and continue to party.

The guys cooked up some burgers and once we finished eating brought out a bottle of Tequila and we all did some shots. I was really pretty wacked by this point and decided to lie down for a while, I needed to let the buzz mellow out a bit. The guys came back to talk to me while I lay back there. They brought out some coke and snorted it then offered me a line saying that it would help to even me out… and what great stuff it was. My god, I was so high! My head was humming!

I lay back and Bob got the lotion out and squirted some onto my belly. He started to rub it in and I just lay back enjoying it. As he was applying the lotion, he slid his hands under my top again rubbing the lotion into my breasts. I figured he was really pretty hammered to be doing this in front of the guys. But I didn’t resist, there was no sense in getting him upset and besides, I thought it was kinda hot and the guys had already seen my breasts anyway. He finally undid my top and pulled it off me. He tweaked my nipples for a few moments getting them good and hard then he got up and moved to the front of the boat taking the other guys with him.

I guess they started partying some more, I didn’t pay much attention. I dozed off for a while and woke up when the motor started. We idled away from the crowds and anchored so that we were away from the crowds but could still hear the band playing.

The guys all dove into the water to relieve themselves and cool down. I lay there dozing off. Vaguely, I heard them climb back aboard. They were going to do some more lines and Bob came back calling my name. I ignored him and pretended to be sleeping. I knew that if I answered him, he’d want me to party some more and I needed a break. I was still way too high!

I heard him tell the other guys that they could all party in the back of the boat where it was more comfortable. He told them that I was crashed and was probably out for a while. He laughed and told them that when I crashed like this I could sleep through a war. They must’ve all been standing around me as they talked and drank; at least that’s how it sounded anyway.

One of the guys told Bob that I was really hot and very cool; he wished I hadn’t crashed. Bob told him that I would probably would wake up and party again in a few hours. The other one told Bob that he was one lucky guy, what a great body I had. I knew Bob was really blasted when he told them that if they liked how I looked there, then they should see me totally bareass, it’d blow your mind, she’s got the best pussy. Both guys piped up, yea we’d love to, Let’s see it, but Bob just laughed, ignoring them. One of the guys asked Bob if he was istanbul eskort up for another line of coke and they cut it up and snorted right next to me.

When they finished the coke, the opened some beers stood around talking. Bob started to tell them the story about a party he had at his frat house. I had gone and he had tied me up, blindfolded me, then left me with the door to the bedroom open. He told them how he set up a video camera to record whatever happened and all he expected was that some guy would come and maybe feel me up. Instead one of my girlfriends came in and got nude and went 69 on me. The guys all hooted at the story and I could hear hands slapping as they told Bob that he was damn lucky to have such a hottie on his hands.

One of the guys must have been staring at me lying there topless because he said “Man, I can’t take my eyes off her tits, I love those big puffy nipples. I bet she has a great pussy, no offense man. After that story you just told and what you said a little while ago, I’d really love to see her bareass!”

“Yea she really does have tight little pussy” Bob replied, “you’d love it for sure”. It was quiet for a moment of two and then I heard Bob say, “ahhh what the fuck, she’ll never know and if we’re going to be standing around partying anyway, why not be looking at a nice hot pussy”. Both guys cheered I could hear hands slapping in high fives, the next thing I know Bob’s hands are at my hips easing my bikini bottoms over my hips and down my legs. Once he got the bathing suit off, he spread my legs more and then he must’ve backed off to let them to take a look.

I couldn’t believe it; the problem was that I was turned on by it too!! Both guys were admiring my pussy and I could only imagine how I must’ve looked. Bob started telling them about a time when I was passed out and he started playing with me until he made me orgasm. I didn’t remember that and began to wonder what else he might’ve done while I was passed out. He sure had no problem showing me off to strangers!

While the guys were admiring me, Bob said that he should put some lotion me before I burned up. I heard Bob go up to the front of the boat and then climb down into the bow. Instantly hands were feeling my breasts and pussy. It only lasted a few seconds until they heard Bob coming back up again.

While the guys were checking me out, they were congratulating themselves on the luck of being on our boat and how loaded Bob was. When Bob came back, he must’ve sat on the back edge of the boat because I heard him ask the guys if they wanted to apply the lotion. He’d have a beer and watch. Yeah!! was the response, and a moment later I felt the lotion being squirted on my body and then hands rubbing it in. One of them noticed that my nipples were getting hard and mentioned it to Bob.

“Hey man, I hope she’s not waking up; her nipples are getting hard”.

“No” Bob replied, “I don’t think so; she just gets turned on real easy, even passed out”.

“Ok, I just didn’t want to create any shit for you dude” he replied and began rubbing the lotion into my breasts again. The other guy wasted no time in getting the lotion on and around my pussy.

I couldn’t believe that Bob was allowing this to go on, I realized that he was probably getting off on watching these two strangers play with my body. One of the guys slid fingers into my pussy and was rubbing my clitoris with his thumb. He must’ve taken Bob’s silence as a signal to continue and the next thing I feel is a tongue flicking my clitoris. I couldn’t hold out much longer and not start to respond.

Bob laughed and finally told him that that was enough and the guy reluctantly stopped. The damage was already done though. I was thoroughly turned on and I knew my pussy must have been open and my nipples swollen. They sat back and shot the breeze while smoking another joint and then pulled the tequila out for some more shots. After the shots one of the guys asked Bob if he’d mind them taking some pictures of me, this was too cool not to get some shots.

Bob was slurring when he told them to go ahead, He’d just sit back and watch. A minute later I heard the camera clicking and the guys moving around as they photographed me. I heard Bob ask them if they wanted him to a couple of shots with them in the shots with me. They said yes and Bob started snapping shots with both guys with me. One of the guys lay his cheek on my breast and the other upped him by sucking a nipple into his mouth. When the first guy saw that, he did the same and Bob just laughed and continued to shoot them playing with me. They moved down and I felt hands spreading my legs and again I could feel both heads on my thighs and then tongues sandwiching my clit and Bob didn’t stop this either. I couldn’t help myself, my breathing started to get heavier and I moaned softly as they licked my pussy.

I could still hear the camera clicking away, until Bob told them that they were out of film. One of them escort topkapı said that they should do a couple more lines and reload the camera. He went off to get the stuff. I could hear the camera being reloaded and the guys snorting up the coke and then drinking even more tequila. When they finished the drinks and the coke, Bob asked if they wanted any more pictures and they both laughed and said “damn right we do”. Ok, Let’s do it and started up with me again. I knew this was out of control, but at the same time I was so aroused that I didn’t really want it to stop either. When I felt a mouths on one of my nipples and a second later another licking my pussy, I let out a loud moan.

They both stopped and one of them told Bob that I was really hot and wet. Was he sure that I wouldn’t wake up. He told them not to worry. If I were going to wake up, it would’ve been before now; there was nothing to worry about. It was so weird, I could hear the music, people laughing and boats on the lake.

It was all quiet for a few moments and Bob asked if they got all the pictures they wanted.

“No way man”, and they both were at me again. After a couple more minutes of this, one of them turned to Bob and asked if he minded if he took his bathing suit off and got a couple of shots with his dick next to my pussy. Bob told them that it wasn’t a problem with him and I heard the rustle of clothes dropping to the deck. They moved me so that my legs hung over each side of the corner of the back deck. Essentially keeping my legs spread, but my pussy at the edge of the deck.

One the guys moved between my legs and I felt his dick bounce on my thigh and I heard the camera click. He moved closer and put it right on my open pussy lips. All it would take would be a slight push and he would be inside of me. “Get a close up would you Bob, god she is hot, and so wet, it feels like she’s on fire.”

The camera continued to click away, but closer in and it sounded like Bob was breathing heavy too. Whoever it was at my pussy had everyone’s attention because the other guy wasn’t touching me at all. As the camera clicked, he applied a little pressure and the head of his dick spread my lips and he was at entrance of my pussy and he very slowly, incrementally continued to push.

I guess I expected that Bob would bring it to a halt and I really didn’t want him too. It was maddening, and I was biting my bottom lip without realizing it. As the head of his dick slid into me, I realized that Bob was either to drunk or too much into this to stop it. He was always into showing me off and this had to be the ultimate for him. He wanted it as badly as I did now. The guy stopped with just the head of his dick in me and didn’t move at all, but I could feel the head pulsing and twitching. The camera clicked again and he pulled slowly back out until the head was just spreading my lips again. Bob leaned in and got a close up of the wet head resting against my spread open lips. I could hear the guys’ breathing was fast; he was really excited by all this. Then he started to slowly push back into me again, almost as if he did it slowly, Bob wouldn’t notice what he was doing and stop him. Again when he had the head in, he stopped and waited for a bit, then he began to push in again. I let out another involuntary moan as he filled me up. He stopped and Bob told him it was ok, I was just enjoying it my sleep. Ok he said and continued to push into me until I felt his balls resting on my butt. The camera clicked, then he started to slowly fuck me. It was all too much and I couldn’t believe that they didn’t realize that I was awake. I was moaning loudly enough to wake the dead and my hips had started to move in response to what he was doing. The camera clicked next to my head and then again down by my pussy. He started to pump faster and Bob told him not to come inside me. He pulled out just as he started to blow his top and sprayed all over my belly. The camera clicked. As his breathing slowed and he got back in control of himself, he took a towel and wiped my belly and moved away to have a drink and catch his breath.

The other guy asked Bob if he minded taking a couple of pictures of him too. Bob told him to go ahead and a moment later I felt another dick at my opening and this one wasted no time sliding into me. I was so hot that I just reached my hands around his ass and held on as he fucked me. I was tossing my head back and forth and moaning while he pounded my pussy. I could hear the camera clicking in the background while all this was happening. I heard the first guy telling Bob how cool this all was, like a fantasy come to life.

He asked again if I was awake because I really seemed to be into it. Bob assured him that I was not conscious at all; I was only reacting to the physical sensations and would think it was all a dream when I woke up. Well in that case I want to get another shot then and he moved up next to my head and turned it toward him and slipped his dick into my mouth. The camera clicked! How in the world could they not know that I was awake and aware of everything that was happening, I think the guys knew, but Bob was way too hammered to know anything. But there was nothing he could possibly say to me about it anyway. I was supposed to be passed out and he initiated it.

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

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

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

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

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

“Someone wake up with something on their mind?”

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

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

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

“No. A blessing.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you do this often?”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Taste me,” Amber advised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They did great. Both stood up.”

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

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

“We can pay you,” Amber advised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nah. But they’re having fun.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doing what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I noticed her large shape from behind when I walked into the hot dog stand, but I paid little enough attention at first. A broad butt in a pair of jeans is hardly an unusual sight, and often heralds a middle-aged owner of little appeal even to one who knows the fun of rolling around in bed with a big girl, the skin-to-skin delights of a female who bounces and jiggles in all directions at once, the different sexual dynamic that takes place when the woman not only outweighs the man– but can wrestle and pin him to the floor with her bountiful naked self. I studied the board, and it wasn’t until she asked me “Can I take your order?” that I saw the olive skin, the dark eyes and hair, the shy, introverted expression of the round-faced 20-year-old in front of me.

The eyes caught me– fetching but sad, I suspected, laughed at for her size and vaguely aware that working in a greasepit like this one wasn’t exactly going to help matters. Now I looked her up and down, and melted. A perfectly firm, perfectly round, plump little morsel of overfed young femininity. Everything filled out, nothing sagging– not the round globes under her apron, a little smaller than bowling balls, knocking about just as heavily; not the rolls of fat which spilled in T-shirt cotton over the jeans; not the trunk-like thighs. Oh, if only it were summer instead of winter, and those thighs were in shorts, while the breasts jiggled more loosely and I could sneak a glimpse of the spongy flesh around them up an armpit hole in the T-shirt when she passed a basket to a customer.

I ordered quickly, and stood there, nothing else to do, watching her as she dropped a basket of fries, then handled the hot dog I ordered, spreading the bun with her plump short fingers, slipping it in and slathering a stripe of juicy wet mustard up its side– no, better not watch that quite so closely. I glanced at a newspaper headline as she finished, but smiled as pleasantly as I could when I took my food from her. She looked slightly perturbed– how sad, if my appreciativeness struck her as odd, even unsettling. If it was so unfamiliar to her.

I told myself when I went back the next day that it was just for convenience, the place was close to the house, but I wasn’t sorry when she was there again. I spoke to her this time, for a brief moment, though she was still shy.

This went on for a few weeks, and slowly I learned a little about her and she smiled a little more each time I came in. Her name was Ramona, she lived with an older sister, she’d gone to the high school near here… and no, she didn’t have a boyfriend, she replied, as if it were a stupid question. I wanted to demonstrate why I didn’t think so then and there, but I continued to hold off, and simply fantasized about holding her, rolling around with her, burying myself in the rolls of her flesh.

It was a night around Christmas that I struck up a conversation with her near closing time. It was already dark by the time they closed at seven, and since she’d already mentioned the street she lived on, I offered her a ride. She accepted casually, as if there couldn’t be any ulterior motive. Along the way I suggested a local pub, and she agreed instantly– now I began to think that she knew what I wanted, and might be willing.

We talked some more over a beer, and then I offered again to take her home, or… Ramona agreed that she should be getting home, and we got in my car, parked on a side street. She looked at me, I looked at her– now or never. I leaned forward to kiss her and she grabbed my head, hungrily, our tongues sliding around each other, nuzzling her soft chubby double chin. Okay, so she’d figured out what I had in mind after all, and despite the no-boyfriend talk, she’d beşiktaş escort obviously done this before with somebody.

I reached around her for the first feel of that large tummy and backside, snuggling my front against those soft, squeezable melons. No protest, in fact a moan of delight, so I slipped a hand in under her sweatshirt and felt her sticky flesh for the first time. I ran a hand up to her bra, investigate what kind it was and how easily it would come off– and then suddenly I was startled by something. A hand was grabbing my cock under my jeans, squeezing it, hunting for the zipper. Before I could say anything she zipped my zipper down, reached in and wrenched it out of its tight confinement– then her head dropped down and her warm mouth slipped over the bulb, sucking my swollen cock for all it was worth.

I let her go for a minute– my god, I wasn’t going to stop this!– and grabbed at whatever I could feel, one of those heavy melons straining at its bra. But this was going to be over too fast, and it wasn’t what I wanted– well, not in this order, anyway. Reluctantly, I stopped her.

“What?” Ramona asked. “I’m not doing it right?”

Well, you’ve clearly had practice somewhere, I wanted to say. “No, God, it’s wonderful,” I said, “but a little ahead– um, I don’t want to, you know, yet.”

“What do you want to do?” she said, suddenly suspicious again.

“I don’t just want to come real quick in my car. I want to make love to you, you know, everything,” I said. To demonstrate what I meant, I kissed her again, slowly, while rubbing one of her mighty tits in a gentle circle.

“Usually guys just want to get off, and then they don’t wanna be seen with me,” she said. “Well, most guys are idiots,” I said.

“I think you’re incredibly sexy, Ramona, I’ve thought so the first time you looked at me in the hot dog place.”

“Yeah, I could tell you were kinda starin’ at me,” she said.

“That isn’t all I’ve been doing,” I said, and pulled her toward me again.

We decided we could go back to her place– her sister had had enough boyfriends, she said, she was entitled to one. If it made her happy to show me off, too, I was happy to oblige. Fortunately her sister wasn’t there at the time, so the instant we were inside the door she was on me again, sucking my tongue and undoing my pants.

We went into her bedroom. Now she was smiling, sweetly and mysteriously, and it blew me away. She pulled up her sweatshirt, revealing that vast expanse of belly and the balloons fighting to escape from her bra. I took off my shirt and felt her belly surround mine, then grabbed her heavy tits under the fabric and moved them around. She moaned and I undid the bra, which practically fired off of her straining chest like a rubber band. As soon as it was out of the way I buried my face between her bulging breasts, squeezing those heavy balloons around my face, then slathering each cork-sized nipple with a generous slurp of my tongue. Her head jerked back in delight—they might have been felt up before, but I was sure no one had ever worshiped those bouncing jelly-mounds the way I was.

Next I pressed my face into her soft belly, rooting downward to the snap of her jeans. I reached to unsnap them and she practically tore them off. Grabbing a full handful of her round rump in each hand, I nuzzled the scratchy hair under her panties, then slipped them off as I got a musky whiff of the hot, wet place inside them. She stood only in her white cotton socks, a fetching sight, such a bountiful display of womanhood in such a little tomboyish article of clothing. But I couldn’t leave them on– not when there were little piggy-toes to kiss at the end of bayrampaşa escort her thick trunk legs.

She lay down at last on the futon cushion, only inches off the floor. Her legs spread slightly to reveal a thin stripe of slick pink in between, and I quickly yanked off my clothes, then started at the bottom– kissing and licking the toes, then running my cheek along sturdy calves big enough to reach both hands around. Her legs were freshly shaved– had she had a premonition to keep them that way for me? Then I licked up the thighs, their softly undulating flab, and as I did I saw her finger creep toward her clit, revealing itself in pink in its garden of black grass. Allow me, I thought, and I flicked my tongue along the very edge of her lip-folds.

For a moment I thought her sister had walked in or something– the shriek she let out was more than I expected to induce. But I knew I was on the right track because a moment later I felt her grab the back of my head and my nose was smashed into the slimy, steaming flesh in front of me. I wriggled loose enough to get air and began a series of long slow licks from the place where her ass cheeks squeezed together (plenty of time for that later) to the glowing pink bud at eye level. As I picked up the pace, smearing my face with her fishy ooze, she moaned and wriggled, finally letting out a series of fire alarm squeals and clamping those vast thighs around my head, tongue locked in place– for what she might well decide should be forever, I thought.

But after a few moments of shuddering and sighing, she relaxed, thighs spread open and dripping. I scooped up a handful of her wetness and spread it on one of the massive tits that rested at the side like a just-broken egg. She grabbed the fingers and hungrily sucked them into her mouth as I licked her taste off of her breast. Secretly, I was thrilled that she had no objection to the taste of a woman’s juices; that boded well for the things I had in mind.

As I leaned over her, licking that tit, my cock seemed to be about to seek out and plunge into its own comfortable spot for the afternoon, so I started to reach for the condoms in my pants pocket. When she saw what I had in my hand, though, she made a sort of piggy grunting sound of displeasure. What, I thought, after having my cock in your mouth and after that (if I do say so myself) yeoman job of cunnilingus, you don’t want a fuck? I was surprised and not entirely pleased. Before I could voice the thought, however, her ass rose up from the futon and her sopping, red-hot pussy seemed to open up and grab my cock and engulf it, condomless.

“I want you all the way inside me,” she said. I tried to hold off getting into the action, not easy with the massive expanse of female flesh that was now bucking beneath me, eyes rolling and teeth gnashing.

“I don’t want to get you in any trouble–“

“I’m taking the pills,” she said.

That took me aback. “How long– long have you known I– I wanted you,” I gasped, in between thrusts that seem to toss me into the air and then land me flat against her belly and thighs like a wrestler hitting the mat.

“I didn’t– ayyyyowwweeh– know until tonight,” she said. “But I’ve been thinking about it for weee– eeeyeeeh!– weeks.”

I plowed my crotch into her spongy pubes, grabbed onto her huge tits for traction and sucked her tongue deep into mine as my cock exploded. To think of all the time we’d been wasting!

* * *

Over the next few weeks Ramona and I did everything– she finished that blowjob, greedily sucking ropes of cum from my cock and letting them run down her chin and puddle on her round Buddha belly; I ate her out after sex and smeared escort avcılar our mingled goos across our faces together; we spent hours in the shower together, soaping her huge tits and belly up, rubbing my cock in the crack of her ass; and when it was time to leave she would push me down and jack me off one last time, then smear the little she could get out of me across those round bouncing tits. When I’d see her at the hot dog place, she’d get a sudden wanton look in her eye, and forget the orders she’d just taken as she made lascivious faces at me, licking imaginary bits of cum out of the corner of her mouth and rubbing her thighs together as she stood there. It got to be obvious enough that I took to meeting her there only at the end of her shift.

One morning before her shift, however, I came over to her place and she was crying. I immediately went to console her, sitting on the bed next to her and hugging her, feeling her braless tits bouncing under the cotton shirt. “What’s wrong,” I asked, as she absent-mindedly turned and immediately sucked my tongue about half out of its root.

“My sister– that bitch!” she said, as her T-shirt went flying over her head.

“Whaffshedoof,” I mumbled as my face buried itself in those spongy globes. I had an idea what she was going to say; I had gotten the impression that her sister, Alicia, didn’t like me and disapproved of the hours we spent in Ramona’s bedroom, groaning and screaming and filling the air with the smell of sex.

“She says I’m just your whore, and a normal sized guy will only fuck a fat girl because I’m easy,” Ramona replied as she yanked my pants off in one mighty jerk, and her warm lips went hungrily around the head of my cock.

“That’s ridiculous,” I said as I turned to unbuckle her pants and started chewing my way down through her lush black triangle. “Can’t she tell that I’m just YOUR whore?” I said as I jerked her legs open and stuck my tongue straight into her slit, dry for a second, but quickly flooding with juices, my saliva and her sweet musk.

“I’m serious,” she said, pausing to taker her lips off my cock. I took the opportunity to dig my way down deeper and split her ass-cheeks open, then sent my tongue rooting in the tight wrinkles of her hole– the first time I’d plunged that far. “Oh my God, what are you doing?” she said.

“I’m licking your asshole, obviously,” I said, and began tickling the tight wet hole with my finger as I talked. “If that isn’t proof that I worship you and you’re so much more than just a fabulous fuck– though you are that too.” Bloink! I slipped a finger past the tight ring, and she moaned incoherently, gripping my leg as her massive ass nearly slammed shut on my face. “She’s just jealous because of the incredible 4th of July fireworks she hears in her every day. She wishes a bony-ass dry-pussy little bitch like her–“

“Shuddup and lick my ass,” Ramona moaned, and as I put my tongue back to work on her spicy bunghole I suddenly felt my own legs being split wide open and her face wiggling between them. Her tongue went to work on my hole for a moment, and then suddenly my ass was on fire as what had to be two, Jesus, maybe three of her chubby little fingers split me wide open. “Oh shit,” I cried.

“What, stop?”

“No, shit, you already did it– just– oh, what the fuuuu-uuuu-uuuuuck,” I said as she continued tearing me a new asshole, I continued licking her brown hole, and my cock, rubbing against the tits that slapped against my hips with every thrust, splattered all over her stomach like a watermelon hitting the sidewalk.

After laying on top of her, twitching, for a few moments, I unscrewed my ass from her hand and turned myself around, nuzzling her as I rubbed the pool of cum on her broad tummy. “Anyway, if you’re going to be my whore, you might as well get some of the traditional benefits of the job out of it,” I said.

TO BE CONTINUED

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YES MISS,” was the loud response.

I could tell they were astounded by my announcement.

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

“Of course I would,” I said.

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

I continued, gaining more confidence by the second.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My heart started pounding again…

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

“What do you mean?”

“Show us a bit of leg like.”

“Alright,” I said, “I can do that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, me too.” Someone else shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You agree, Miss?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time slipped by…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 10. My Wife’s Surprise Birthday Party

My wife’s birthday was coming up soon and I decided to prepare a little surprise for her. We had been married for quite a while now and our recent activities had changed our lives quite a bit. I figured it would be good to build on these recent experiences.

I called Jo and Jeremy and asked them to come to the Party. I had also invited Christy. I then asked Jo if she and Jeremy did any other swinging and knew of any other men with large cocks. She said they had done some and she knew of another guy who was hung almost identically to Jeremy. I asked her to bring him, and she said, “What about his wife?”

“Do you think she would want to come, too? I already have the four of us and my slave so with your friend that makes three guys and three girls. What do you think?”

“She’ll be fine.” Jo said. “She loves sex, she loves parties, and she loves women, too, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

I agreed and set it up so that they would all meet at Jo’s and then come over when I called.

On the evening of her birthday, we had a quiet dinner at home because I told her that I had a surprise for her. We finished eating and I gave her some small presents. Then I asked her if she was ready for her big surprise. She said yes and I told her that there were some preparations. I went in the bedroom and called Jo and said to be here in 5 minutes and to sneak in the back. I then led my wife into the family room and told her to undress. She smiled and undressed and then I told her I had purchased a sleeping blindfold that she had to put on. She grinned even more, knowing that it was going to be interesting. I had her stand in the middle of the room and I started running my hands lightly over her breasts, ass and pussy. Then the crowd came creeping in and, seeing me, they all went into the bedroom and got undressed. When they came back, I had to admire the size of the schlongs that I saw there. Jeremy and this other guy, who I still did not know by name, had very large cocks, and they were starting to rise in anticipation and because of the vision of me teasing my wife. I motioned them over and then indicated quietly that we should all put our hands on my wife. I told my wife not to peek and I knew she was wondering what was going on. Then she felt multiple hands on her body and started grinning and laughing. She was definitely ready for this, but she was in for a surprise. Her hands were at her sides so I moved the stunt cocks on either side of her and placed her hands on them. She gasped.

“Oh my.” she said. “Now that’s some meat!”

I grinned and told her to take off the mask. She took her right hand off one of the cocks and ripped the mask off. She immediately put her hand back on the cock and then looked at the two men on either side of her. She smiled and said “Yum!” When she saw everyone who was there she went “This is a great birthday gift.”

Jo introduced her friends to everyone as Jack and Diane. There was the momentary laugh about them being referenced in the John Mellencamp song, and they said they always get that. My wife, however, was not interested in music at that point. She was interested in getting her birthday present in her birthday suit. I wasn’t interested in the musical reference either, but I was definitely checking out Diane. Jo was a gorgeous auburn-haired beauty with nice curves, and now there was another voluptuous woman present. Diane was a well-endowed, hippy, large-breasted woman. She had very dark hair, but light eyes and pale skin. She, too, was a drop dead gorgeous woman, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on some new tits and ass.

I looked at how things were progressing and my wife. She was now on her knees moving her mouth from Jeremy to Jack and back şişli escort again, testing them to see which was the larger and if she could get either one all the way into her mouth. She was not a deep-throater, so she sucked on the first 6 inches or so and used her hands to jack off along the bottom. They didn’t seem to mind at all. She was definitely enjoying having two large cocks all to herself.

I was the only other man in the room, and my dick was getting hard as a rock watching that and the other three naked women in the room. Jo was watching my wife blow the big dicks, and starting to rub her pussy. She had shaved it to just a small landing strip, so it was very visible and the inner lips were already making an appearance. She kept rubbing and I got the idea that she was trying to coax her large clitoris into the open.

Diane was standing right next to Jo and started to rub Jo’s tits and tug on her nipples. Christy was just sitting there on the chair next to them, either enthralled with the view, or unsure what to do and where to join in, so I took matters into my hands.

I walked over towards Jo and Diane and they looked at me and my hard cock and smiled. As I approached I motioned to Christy and she stood up.

“Jo, Diane, this is Christy, a young lady from our school. She’s very cooperative.” I grinned sheepishly. “Christy, I want you to welcome Diane to the group by eating her pussy and ass until she cums.”

“Yes, Master.” She replied and I could see Diane smile at that. She evidently was not aware of it before, but now knew that Christy was my slave.

Jo led Diane to the chair that Christy had just vacated and sat her in it. She pulled her legs down so that she was slumped down into the chair and her pussy was right at the edge of the seat. Jo then went behind the chair, leaned over Diane so that her tits were in Diane’s face, and reached down to grab Diane’s ankles. She yanked Diane’s legs way back up toward her shoulders, putting her pussy and ass on display. Christy saw the target, smiled mischievously, and immediately dove into it to do her job. Diane looked up and leaned her head back to start sucking on Jo’s tits between moaning as Christy went to work on her nether regions.

I walked over and watched Christy work for a while. She started by slowing pealing Diane’s lips open so that she could see the pussy and then licked and sucked on the lips. Every so often she would let her tongue brush Diane’s clit and Diane would jerk her hips a little and moan into Jo’s tits. Then Christy slowly worked her tongue down to Diane’s asshole, lightly ran her tongue all around her ass and then tongued the hole. I could tell that Diane loved it by the way she was squirming and trying to slide down to give Christy all the access possible to her ass. I decided to join in and got on my knees next to Christy. While she was working on Diane’s ass, I moved in over top of her and starting sucking on Diane’s clit. Diane immediately released her sucking hold on Jo’s left tit and looked up to determine where the other mouth came from. She looked me in the eye briefly before she rolled her eyes back and went back to work on Jo’s tits. Then she raised up again and said “Christy, use your fingers baby.”

I watched as Christy stuck her finger into Diane’s ass. Diane moaned and stopped sucking Jo’s tits, so Jo started roughly handling Diane’s tits, rubbing them and pinching the nipples. Christy was inserting a second finger to butt-fuck Diane, and I was sucking and licking on her clit. Diane was definitely getting some attention, and couldn’t last much longer. She was moaning and squirming.

“Faster, everybody.” Diane managed to say and we all picked up the pace. Christy started banging her ass pretty escort bayanlar hard with two fingers and I pulled my mouth off her clit and started rubbing it faster and faster. She started moaning “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, oh, yeah, here it comes, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh, arrrrrrgghhh.” And she came hard. She was a little bit of a squirter and I could see a little hit Christy in the face and she smiled. She starting slowing down her finger-fucking of Diane’s ass and I let up on her clit, and she slowly came to a rest. She sat there slumped down in the chair with her legs pulled back blissfully enjoying her post-orgasm relaxation.

I looked behind me and saw that my wife had positioned Jeremy on the couch sitting and was sucking on his cock. Jack was behind her, plowing her pussy and pounding her pretty hard. She was loving it and would let go of Jeremy’s cock to give directions to Jack.

I looked back at Diane who said “That was fantastic. After the week I’ve had, I needed a good cum.” She reached up and grabbed Jo and said “Your turn.”

She stood up and put Jo in the chair and took up the same position. Christy just smiled and went back to work. I had other ideas for myself, though. I stood up and walked behind Diane. I rubbed my dick up and down her ass crack as she bent over holding Jo’s legs and reached around to grab her amazing tits. She smiled and said “See anything you like?”

“You bet.” I said. “I’ll just help myself to these delicious treats.”

This was perfect. She wiggled her ass a little and arched her back so that I had easy access to her pussy. I reached down and guided my dick to it. It slipped in easily. Now, this was fantastic. I was standing behind a beautiful woman, fucking her for the first time. My thighs were slapping up against her plentiful ass and hips and I was feeling her voluptuous tits. I could look over her shoulder and see Christy eating out Jo. And I could watch as my wife got totally fucked by the two big dicked men. I was on visual overload, and the rest of my senses were pretty taxed, too.

I watched my wife change positions. She went and sat on Jeremy’s lap and slid his dick into her pussy and decided that all her recent anal play might allow her to take both cocks at once. She directed Jack to try to stick his cock in her ass. He followed those order explicitly!

Christy was now sticking two fingers into Jo’s ass and sucking on her clit, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Meanwhile, I was feeling great as my dick explored the new pussy it had found in Diane. I rubbed my fingers around her ass and decided that I needed to try that, too. I moved my right thumb to her ass and slowing poked it in. She rose up a little and moaned. She knew what I wanted and said “Go ahead, butt fuck me.”

Well, I always aim to please so I pulled my dick out of her pussy and lined it up with her ass. I pushed and it seemed much tighter than it should be considering Christy just had two fingers in there and I had my thumb. Finally, the head of my dick popped into her ass and she groaned almost as loud as I did. Yes, it was very tight!

I looked around and could see that almost everyone was getting close to orgasm. I knew that all the screaming and moaning could cause a chain reaction at this party. Finally, when Jo started cumming, the chain reaction occurred.

“Fuck, yeah!” Jo exclaimed. “Uh, uh, uh, uh, that’s it; put those fingers up my ass. Lick my clit and make me cum.” Jo seemed to highlight this as she got close to cumming. And she made it. “Ugggghhhh! C-cumming!” She started shaking and jerking and Christy kept sucking and jamming her fingers up Jo’s ass until she collapsed back against the chair.

I looked up to see that this was setting escort maslak off the other folks. Jack suddenly said, “Yeah, I’m close, baby. I’m gonna cum hard. Damn, your ass is so tight I won’t be able to get it out until I cum.”

My wife was yelling, “Cum in my ass. I love big dicks in all my holes. Cum. Both of you. I’m gonna cum, too. I need all that spunk in me. Come on. Get those big dicks moving. Oh, yeah, fuck me hard!”

Jeremy was just saying, “Yes, yes, yes, oh, yes.”

My wife went first. “AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!” she yelled. “Here I cum!!!!” She started jerking and spasming and when she did Jack went next.

“UNGH! Ungh! Oh! Yeah!” he said a word with each spasm and squirt of his cum deep into her ass.

Jeremy was set off by those two. “Me, too, oh, yes, me, too.” and he jerked and came hard.

All of this was too much for me, so I started pounding Diane’s ass and grabbed her tits to pull her to me. She went off like a rocket and her jerking and spasming meant that I could barely hold on and continue fucking that tight ass. But I did and I came long and hard into that ass. It was such a scene that when I finished I looked around and everyone was panting and gasping for air.

I looked down at Christy and she was smiling. I knew that she was enjoying herself, but I wanted her to get a good cum, too.

“Ladies.” I said after a couple of minutes. “Each of you please take one of the men’s dicks and bring it back to life.” And to Christy I said, “Stand up and spread your legs”.

Diane turned around and took my dick and started sucking it back to life. She was very good at this. My wife took Jeremy and Jo took Jack and all the guys were sucked back to life in a few minutes.

When it looked like we were all hard again I said, “Gentlemen, my slave needs some spunk. Jack, lay on the floor. Christy, get on his dick. I’ll get the ass and Jeremy you feed her your dick.” Christy just gasped agreeingly and immediately jumped on Jack’s dick. She put him all the way in and then leaned over so that I could insert my dick into her ass. It felt funny with another dick right there in her pussy also pushing around. Christy then raised her head and turned to the side enough to suck Jeremy. We slowly started pounding the shit out of this young woman. She was moaning and groaning around Jeremy’s dick and we just kept at it. Suddenly she came and none of us were close yet. She let go of Jeremy’s dick and said “Oh, yeah, that’s good.” I pushed her head immediately back on Jeremy’s dick. She gladly started sucking again. In no time at all her young ass had me cumming. I yelled out I was cumming and shot a load deep into her ass. My second ass of the night. Jack was next and said, “My turn, oh, yeah, take my load, baby.” and came in her as she tried to keep Jeremy in her mouth. Jeremy, watching all this, decided to join in and pulled out and jerked his cock to shoot plenty of cum all over her face. He covered her pretty good.

Christy got up off Jack’s cock and I immediately said. “Lay on the coffee table with your legs in the air.” I turned to the rest of the women who were watching the show and idly playing with their nipples and pussies. “Ladies, clean up that spunk.”

The three ladies looked like I was offering them ice cream. They all smiled and launched themselves at the youngster. My wife pushed Christy’s legs back to her chest and went for her pussy, Jo got under my wife and started licking Christy’s ass, and Diane went for her face. They all started lapping and sucking and licking all the cum out of and off of Christy. It only took about two minutes and Christy was cumming again. When she started cumming, my wife thumbed her clit hard, and Diane pinched her nipples and twisted them and Christy was jerking all over the place.

When she finally calmed down we all looked around. Everyone was pretty spent at that point. I said to them, “I think refreshments are in order.” They all agreed and we went to raid the kitchen, knowing that there was still plenty of night and naked pussy and cock around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jem nodded, staring at the open window.

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

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

Catherine was especially quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Assuming Nanny came to her senses, that was.

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

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

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

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

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

Holy God in heaven!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Catherine’s brow creased in frustration.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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