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The following is another tale of my years working as a disgruntled night shift security guard at a casino resort. As you may have already figured just from the venue, there was debauchery a plenty…

It’s bound to happen. Take a bunch of twenty year olds who are fit enough to be cops, but can’t hack it as cops, slap a police-looking uniform on them, and that was our security force. Then take a bunch of former high school cheerleaders with drinking and self-esteem issues, squeeze them into black cocktail server dresses (that barely cover their butts and breasts) and intermingle them with the guards, and you have a recipe for disaster.

It was a literal feeding frenzy of everyone trying to get laid as fast as possible. I hated it, but I wasn’t innocent in it either. I like to think that the difference between me and the rest of them was that I didn’t try. But once in a while a cocktail server or cute pit clerk would escape the drag net of aggressive horn-dog guards, and she’d find her way over to me. Sometimes I would… but more often, I’d politely decline. I had a lot of sex working there, but I also refused a lot of sex too.

But, despite my cynicism and my hypocrisy, there was a girl who I knew was very special. That would be my partner, Officer Kate Galloway. She was a year younger than me– twenty three, and she got hired on at the same time as I did. We bonded quickly– suffering through the insufferable (something much more hellish than any boot camp) two days of HR orientation.

We were total strangers, but we sat next to each other, since we were the only new guards in that orientation group. I was smitten when I caught her on several occasions discreetly rolling her eyes during one of those god awful sexual harassment awareness videos, and we’ve been buddies ever since.

Galloway is a hell of a good looking woman. Even in our ugly blue security uniforms, she stands out even more than the cocktail waitresses do. I think striking is probably the best word. To me, the cocktail servers are the epitome of “boring pretty”. Too much makeup, generic attractive faces, no personality (or an annoying one), damsel in distress types. Think of Kesha and you’ve pretty much imagined most of the cocktail servers.

On the other hand, Galloway iss about 5’8″, fit– not thick but she was solid. She looked like she could kick someone’s ass. She had a pair of nice curvy C-cups hidden beneath that blue shirt and badge, a tight tummy with the faintest traces of ab definition, and below her duty belt and radio, a butt that was just slightly bigger than average, and thighs that were thick with strong muscle.

She rarely wore makeup– but she didn’t have to. She was naturally good looking without it, but the few times that she did, she was such a knock-out that people didn’t recognize her. And even with an entire casino full of half-naked waitresses, she was definitely the heart throb among the men. She had sharp and well defined facial features, full pink lips, ice blue eyes, and wavy chestnut brown hair that she dyed to an exaggerated raspberry auburn/maroon. Her hair was flirting with the line of what would be considered workplace inappropriate.

The supervisors let it slide. She was good officer, but not a kiss ass– which kept her in everyone’s high esteem. She spent many nights trading vulgar jokes with the guys, or looking the other way on our shenanigans. But she didn’t slap-dick around the way everyone else did. She had a sense of duty, and cared enough about the job to not get herself in trouble.

Like any female cop you’ve ever encountered, she had a cool, even temper, a dry and sarcastic wit, a toned down (somewhat robotic) voice, and a subtleness to her mannerisms. A ghost of a smile would tell you she was amused. Or a slight eyebrow arch meant she was intrigued.

Between her demeanor and her looks, I’ve often likened her to a young Neve Campbell (and have grown a fondness for said actress ever since I met Galloway).

It’s easy to see why I had a crush on her. And for some fucked up reason, out of all the guys who were constantly trying (and sometimes succeeding) in getting into her pants, she gravitated to me. We were buddies. We hung out outside of work– usually going to get beers and burgers.

As we spent more time around each other, I became aware of a mutual attraction. But we were careful. We didn’t want to fuck up our friendship and we definitely didn’t want to fuck up our partnership. And given our work place, that was pretty easy to do.

But a few catalysts inevitably pushed us into being more than friends and coworkers. I suppose it was a long time coming, the two of us looking out for each other, sharing an attraction, and just letting it build up. A few weeks ago, it finally boiled over… at work of all places. I think we were both thrilled by the taboo– two security guards sneaking off to fuck each other’s brains out. It was wild, and definitely not just a once and done thing.

I kestel escort was terrified afterwards that things would get weird… or the next time someone tried to pick up me or Galloway, there’d be jealousy issues. Surprisingly… there weren’t. We understood each other. We had the same personalities, the same outlook on life, the same views of the world, and the same deep introspection. If some groomed business man with a pocket full of winnings from the Craps table tried to pick up Galloway, it wouldn’t bother me. She’d shrug him off, trade an amused glance with me, and give me that little ghost of smile. And if some drunk cougar, disappointed after a night of not getting hit on, tried to convince herself that she still had it by making a last ditch effort to take me home, I’d give Galloway a little wink.

Often, such encounters ended with me and Galloway slipping away to some utility room, or maintenance corridor, and fucking each other senseless– and trust me, it wasn’t hard to find places where there were no security cameras. For us, part of the thrill was in the mischief of having sex while on-duty at work. The other thrill was knowing that it was us.

I wouldn’t say that we were exclusive but we definitely weren’t casual, either. We never had some talk about shit like that. It was more of just being attuned to each other. We were a functioning team. And if we were going to get a little crazy and involve someone else in our antics, we would both need to be onboard with it, and we’d both need to get something out of it.

Our partnership came first.

* * *

Sex and sin aside, the casino was a very negative environment that took its toll on us in different ways. Some of us became hostile. Some of us– rebellious. Some became nasty people, or man whores, or manipulators. And some of us just withdrew…

Officer Wade was one of the latter. He seemed like the kind of guy who was doomed from the moment he set foot in that hellish place. He was a hell of a nice guy, which already didn’t help. But whereas I was cynical, he was just shy, and reserved. When women flirted with him, he would blush, he would stammer, and he would glance down at this boots.

Wade was young– probably twenty– but he had one of those clean-shaven baby faces that made him look like he was in his late teens. He had blonde hair, that he was trying to keep military and professional (unlike me, Wade wanted to be taken seriously). Most profoundly of all, the kid had expressive eyes. I sincerely hope he never played poker, because there was no way in hell that guy could lie and not be instantly called out. If he was happy, you could tell without him having to say a word. If he was feeling self conscious, his eyes let you know. And if he was sad… it was also obvious…

That last emotion was the most consistent. He was sad most of the time.

Wade started as a guard around a month ago. He was new, nervous, and clearly uprooted. He was also a sole hire in his orientation, so he hadn’t bonded with anyone. Whereas me and Galloway had each other, Wade was on his own.

Galloway and I helped to train him in his early days. I think she had a soft spot for the kid, and often took on a big sister type of role with him. If she noticed him having a shitty day, she’d flash him a smile (something that she definitely didn’t do often or for just anyone), and she’d point to him, then her arm, and make a tucking gesture. “I got you right underneath my wing, rookie,” she’d assure him. That usually made him laugh. And if I happened to notice him eating alone in the cafeteria (even though I personally enjoyed my solitude), I’d keep him company.

But we couldn’t be around him all of the time, which made him an easy target for the predators.

I knew that guy was going to have girl trouble. I warned him from the very first day when that bimbo with the black pixie-cut and the cocktail dress made herself comfy with him. Gwen was an attractive server, like most of the girls who delivered drinks were. But she had bad news written all over her. She had dark eyes (the eyes of a demon, in my opinion), heavy makeup, eyebrows that she’d spent just a little too much time on each day, large breasts, even larger butt (but not in a bad way, but she looked like she was doomed to pack on the pounds in the not-too-distant future). I thought she had a big mouth (probably for eating souls), but am willing to concede that she had a nice smile. It was disarming…

And the second that she started plucking at Wade’s uniform, badge, and belt, taking clear enjoyment in making him blush, I cautioned him simply with “I wouldn’t if I were you.”

Wade hadn’t listened to me. And it seemed like every week, that little hussy was playing head games with him. I suspect girl troubles weren’t the only personal problems that Wade had going on in his life. But he was alienated, kırıkhan escort and both me and Galloway felt bad for him. There were days when he would come into work with a bandage on his arm. And there were some days when he wouldn’t come in at all, and we’d fear that we wouldn’t see him again.

Galloway stepped up her game, for Wade’s sake (as she told me later).

I’d had the day off, so Galloway partnered up with Wade as floor rovers. They would walk as a pair around the gaming floor, maintaining a presence, making the customers feel safe, and just waiting for a call to come in.

Wade had been his usual self with Galloway. He was shy and withdrawn. I had a few ideas of why. I figured that he probably had a secret crush on Galloway. Most of the guys did (though some not as secret as others). And he was often nervous around her.

Galloway found that to be endearing. She liked him. Probably because he wasn’t like the other guys. He still believed in love and respect and honor… and all that crap (poetic, aren’t I?) Galloway might have been a sarcastic, stoic, badass bitch, but she had a soft spot for good men. In fact, I suspect that if she didn’t have me to keep her entertained, she’d definitely have an interest in Wade. But, unfortunately, nice guys finish last.

As they roved, Wade had his nose in his cell phone. He glanced at it for what must have been the hundredth time.

“Do you two want to be alone together?” Galloway cocked her eyebrow. She didn’t have much patience for people who were always on their phones.

“Huh?” He seemed like he was in a fog. Whatever hell was going on in his head on this day, he was having trouble seeing past it.

“I’m just saying,” Galloway continued, “If this were a date right now, I’d be heading for the door.”

“I’m sorry,” Wade said sheepishly.

“Focus,” she quipped, lightly slapping him on either side of his face, her voice heavy with sarcasm.

“Sorry… it’s just that this girl I’m seeing is playing head games.” He was nervous about explaining this to her.

“Gwen?”

Wade blinked at her, as if asking How’d you know?

“These eagle eyes see everything,” she squinted, trying to sound serious. “What’s she doing?”

Wade confided Gwen’s antics. From what Galloway relayed to me, it sounded like a classic case of ‘hard to get’. She’d bait Wade with a few text messages, then ignore him for prolonged periods. I knew that game. In other words, she was stringing him along just enough that when she needed an ego boost, she’d send Wade a message, convince herself that she could have him, then go right back to ignoring him.

“Did you fuck her yet?”

Wade flinched, genuinely surprised by Galloway’s crudity. “Jesus Galloway!”

“I’m guessing that’s a no.”

Wade sighed. “No.”

“Where is she right now?” Galloway asked.

“She’s assigned to the drink station in the high roller’s room.”

“Let’s go visit her,” Galloway insisted and they changed course across the gaming floor.

The high roller room was a relatively small blue tinted room off the beaten path. While most slot machines were a dollar or less per play, the high roller ones ranged anywhere from $10 to $1000 a pull. For that reason, it was usually quiet, empty, and boring. It held a small beverage station for waitresses, and a single-person cashier cage to one side for patrons to redeem their winnings.

When they entered, they spotted Gwen in the drink station, refilling a few orders, but otherwise looking genuinely bored. She was texting on her phone, but it wasn’t for Wade.

“Go say hello,” Galloway insisted. Wade looked unsure. She had to shove him to get him moving, like she was sending a child to his first day of school. “I’ll be out here,” she told him and left him to awkwardly chat.

She busied herself greeting the woman in the cashier cage and making small talk about the day, keeping a close eye on Wade and Gwen, reading their body language. Galloway admitted that it was a little painful to watch. Gwen had much more confidence, and Wade was simply struggling to stay afloat in a sea of being social, the likes of which he was not accustomed.

Galloway deliberately gave them a few minutes until they were in mid conversation and Wade looked more relaxed. Then she hurried over to join them. “We’ve got to go,” Galloway was unabashed about interrupting them. She took Wade by the arm and pulled her shocked partner away from the cocktail waitress. “Say goodbye to your little friend, and let’s get back to post.”

Wade and Gwen looked at each other, both a little upset to have been so rudely cut off. And Gwen regarded Galloway– clearly threatened by the attractive guard that Wade would be spending his shift with.

Wade didn’t get it. When they were back out on the main gaming floor, he was flustered. “What the hell did you do that for, Galloway?”

Galloway didn’t talk kızılay escort for several moments as they continued across the floor. Finally Wade’s phone began to buzz in his pocket. He glanced at it. Several text messages from Gwen were lighting up his screen, rapid fire: “I miss hanging out with you! We should get together tonight. Call me when you can.”

Wade met Galloway’s calm blue eyes, and there was clear wonder in his expression.

“You’re welcome,” she told him, and they resumed patrolling.

I must admit, that was a good fuckin’ move! At her core, Galloway was a tomboy. But she was also an attractive woman, and in the brains department, she was a wonderful hybrid– able to hold her own against 50+ crude and horny male guards with wandering eyes, and still recognizing the bullshit of other women– and not being afraid to throw it back in their faces. Galloway had used her good looks and her friendship with Wade to manipulate the manipulator.

Apparently, her gambit had worked.

The next day during shift change Wade had come in with a totally different vibe about him. I didn’t pick up on it at first, but Galloway was all over it. She stood in front of him, making a visible effort to scrutinize his face. This, of course, earned a blush out of Wade.

“What?” He asked her, finally.

“There’s something different about you,” she said, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She was chewing the inside of one of her lips.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Wade replied, making a considerable effort to not meet her gaze.

Finally Galloway’s eyes popped and she gasped. A little smile spread from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat. “Oh my god. You got laid.”

Wade couldn’t help but laugh. “Not so loud,” he said, “But yes.” He allowed himself a triumphant smile. It looked like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Naturally, me and Galloway were happy for him. Of course, Galloway was delighted that she’d hooked up her friend. “Good job, you slut. Soooo… did you really give it to her good?”

I sighed and put my arm around Galloway’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s go,” I started to steer her away, for Wade’s benefit.

Galloway didn’t relent. She put her hands together in front of her face, like she was praying. “Would it be totally out of line if I walked up to Gwen and asked her: ‘So… Wade… tell me where to stop.'” Galloway then started to spread her hands slowly apart.

Wade’s shock only sent Galloway into a fit of hysterics. I shrugged and gave the kid an apologetic look. She never got out of hand often. If anything, she was usually very composed. Although she had a few lapses, once in a while. This was one of them. I’d like to say it might have to do with the sex we had a few nights ago, and if it was actually possible to ‘fuck someone’s brains out’, because she was acting dumber than a box of hair right now. But I knew that couldn’t be it. She was just happy for the guy. Giddy.

And why shouldn’t she be? Shit, even I was happy for Wade. But I also had a bad feeling. A feeling like that trouble-making slut was going to break his heart.

* * *

A few weeks later, she did.

Galloway filled me in. Gwen was up to her usual shit. She’d stood Wade up for a date, claiming an illness. Then Galloway (after doing some sleuthing) had discovered that same night Gwen hosted a party with a few of the man-whore guards.

There was already some high-fiving going around. We weren’t sure of the specifics, but my assumption was that Gwen was the party. That was shitty. Wade had been pretty devastated. But at least he recognized it early and told Gwen to fuck off.

But he’d also had a few choice words for the other guards and hadn’t held back on what shit bags he thought they were.

Wade sighed. “Dude, this place is such bullshit,” he said to me, barely looking up from his turkey club. His coffee had gone cold.

Me and Galloway had joined him in the cafeteria. On this night we were mobile patrol– assigned to (what the egotistical managers liked to call) the ‘Mobile Unit’. “Mobile Unit,” Galloway once scoffed. “It’s a fuckin’ Ford Escape.” Regardless, the mobile unit had free roam. We would drive in circles in the dark, patrolling the parking lots, garages, and perimeter. It was a very boring post– our biggest issues involved jump-starting car batteries, or driving patrons to their vehicles if they were too nervous to walk alone in the dark. It came with a lot of down-time, hence the break we were taking.

Galloway listened to Wade. She was cautiously silent. Even though her face was relatively unchanged, I could tell that she felt bad. Galloway wasn’t nearly as cold as she acted. I knew that she was kicking herself for getting Wade and Gwen in bed together. She was probably thinking she should have left well enough alone with Gwen’s head games, but instead she’d somehow made it worse.

Wade was clearly beating himself up, trying to process this. “I know I only had a handful of dates with her, and we hooked up once. So we didn’t make any commitments… but still… if she was horny, what was so wrong with just calling me?”

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As I lay on my back, I saw, over Donna’s shoulder that Elle had silently come up from behind her. I couldn’t see from my angle but I could feel the strap on dildo beginning to enter Donna’s ass, since my flesh and blood cock was already buried in Donna’s pussy. Donna went still, not sure what to do. “Breathe normally,Donna,” I whispered. “Look at me, honey, look at me.” At that, she lowered her head and looked into my eyes.

“I’ve never done this before…in there, ” she murmurred. “A finger…my finger…nothing big…” I pulled her head down to mine and kissed her again. Elle was continuing to push in to her, I groaned as I felt the thick silicon cock slide across Donna’s thin membrane separating Elle’s shaft from my real one. Elle was slow, but relentless, and after a another couple of minutes, she was all the way inside of Donna. I asked her to hold it there while Donna got used to all of that cock, artificial and real, inside of her. It was a really intense experience. I was lying on my back, Donna was on top of me; my cock buried inside of her pussy, while she stared into my eyes, inches away. Behind her, my wife stood, an eight inch strap-on dildo buried to the hilt in the ass of Donna, Elle also looking into my eyes and biting her lower lip…waiting…waiting for me to say…

“Fuck her…fuck her ass, Elle!” I whispered hoarsely.

Elle slowly pulled back, I had to admit that the dildo felt good as it rippled out of Donna’s ass. I could feel it. Just when it felt as if she were going to pull all of the way out, Elle slid all the way back in…then slowly, back out…she began to develop a rythym. She was fucking us both. Donna closed her eyes as she began kissing me again. I kept my eyes open, because I was looking into the eyes of my wife who was fucking us. Donna’s second orgasm of the evening began to bubble up from inside her, I wasn’t far away from coming myself. Elle started pumping in and out of Donna faster. Donna came first…loud…intense, her finger nails dug into my shoulders…and then I came. It was so intense, I felt like I saw stars. Donna’s mouth was back on mine, and Elle, Elle was still pumping in and out of her. Donna began coming again, she was kissing me and trying to talk while she kissed. I had no idea what she was trying to say.

In what seemed like slow motion the excitement wound down. Elle slowly and carefully backed out of Donna and stepped back and out of my range of sight. Donna softly kissed me all over my face and neck. I laid on the bed for a few moments after Donna slid off of me. I felt so good and so drained at the same time. Like a typical guy, I drifted off to sleep for a few minutes. At some point I was awakened, lying on my back in the same position by a fully dressed Donna asking me if I would drive her home. I asked her to stay but she had something in the morning so I dragged myself up and noticed that she had showered while I napped. I turned as Elle padded into the bedroom also looking freshly showered, wearing one of my starched white shirts, unbuttoned. It was a hot look. I started getting hard again. She had that Elle look on her face that told me that I had missed something fun. How long was I asleep?

As we pulled out of the garage, I saw Jesse standing in front of his house with the blond guy Elle and I had seen him with earlier. Jesse waved as the Range Rover drove by, I flicked the lights rather than honk, it was after 1:00am by now. As I pulled out of our cul-de-sac, Susan, Jesse’s smoking hot mom was turning in and waved from her VW Rabbit, the way she swerved gave me an indication serdivan escort that she might be a bit buzzed. I turned to Donna and told her what a good time I had had tonight. She looked at me and said she was beginning to realize that she really was dating both of us. We chatted on the way home about what that meant to her and what it meant to me. As I pulled up in front of her apartment, she asked me not to come in. I asked if she were upset, and she giggled and said no, but her sister was in town and she didn’t want her to meet me like that. She said she was still trying to figure out how to explain Elle and me without her sister realizing she was dating a couple. Her sister was married and very conservative.

Now, I laughed and said, “Yeah, the married, Black boyfriend might be a tough explanation.”

Donna turned and gave me that smile that only women can do: “Lover, you wouldn’t be the first Black man she’s seen me with…” with that she leaned over and gave me a wicked kiss, unlike the semi-shy kissing I was used to getting from her. I liked this kiss, a lot. Then she surprised me again by sliding her hand over my leg and squeezing my cock, really hard, painfully hard, staring in to my eyes, and then she leaned back, giggled once more and hopped out. “Call me…” and she bounced up and in her door and was gone. She hadn’t bothered to close the door of the truck…I wondered what else my wife had taught her.

Elle

Elle pulled out of Donna’s ass and stepped back. The dildo glistened with the astroglide Elle had applied and Donna’s own internal lubrication. Elle looked at the reddened asshole she had just recently assaulted, Donna never made a sound all during the ass fucking. This girl really likes it rough, she thought to herself. Elle slowly realized from the lack of much movement on the bed that her husband must have come as well. She watched as Donna kissed him all over his face and neck and he barely moved. Elle smiled to herself and reached over and took hold of Donna’s ponytail, and carefully, but firmly pulled the young woman’s head back. Elle bent over and whispered into Donna’s ear:”Come with me.” Donna silently slid off of the body of her husband and Elle released her hair and walked silently out of the room, Donna following.

Elle walked into the the giant master bath, it was essentially hers, as Loring had claimed the smaller guest bath next door. ‘He said it was the secret to happy marriages, separate bathrooms’. Elle turned on the side jets in the oversized shower and stepped inside. Turning and leaning against the back wall she crooked her finger and signalled for Donna to come inside. Donna climbed inside the stall and pulled the glass door behind her. She pushed her body into Elle’s open arms. Elle smiled, as Donna’s very large and soft breasts pressed into her own. Elle realized that she was beginning to feel the same about large breasts as her husband did.

Elle reached over to her right and grabbed the soap from it’s resting place and began to wash Donna’s back and ass. Donna pushed her tongue into Elle’s mouth. After several minutes Elle slid out and around Donna, while pushing the younger woman face first against the back wall of the shower. Elle dropped to her knees, and proceeded to wash Donna’s legs. As she slowly rose she spent considerable time cleaning and washing the buxom brunette’s asshole and pussy. As Elle’s fingers slid inside of both of Donna’s holes, Elle heard her groan “Harder…please…harder….”

“You should be careful what you ask for, little serik escort girl…” Elle softly growled. Elle took her free hand, leaned back and smacked Donna on her ass. Her right hand was still inside of Donna.

The brunette sighed…”Yes, hurt me…” Elle looked up at the back of the head of the woman she had pushed against the shower wall. Donna spoke again, “It’s okay…I like it.”

Elle stood, slowly and leaned into Donna’s back. “All right, I’m new at this, and while I want to hurt you, I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me what you want.” With that, Donna slowly turned around and faced Elle. She kissed her softly on the lips and took Elle’s hand and stepped out of the shower. She didn’t go far, she walked over to the double basin and picked up the hair brush. Handing the brush to Elle, she turned back around and placed her palms on the basin and bent over. She looked up into the mirror and in to the reflection of Elle. Elle’s reflection stared back at her, waiting.

“Hard. I like it hard.” was all Donna whispered. Elle, wet from the shower took her left hand and braced herself against the basin. She took her right hand, holding the brush, and struck Donna’s left cheek. Donna made no sound, Elle looked into the mirror and saw Donna looking up at her, with a little curl to the side of her mouth. ‘ Is she smirking at me?’ Elle thought. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Elle landed four savage blows to Donna’s curvy little ass in the same amount of seconds. This time when Elle looked at Donna’s reflection the smirk was gone, but she did still directly stare into the redhead’s eyes.

“I’m going to tear your gorgeous little ass up…” Elle growled.

“Promise?”

Elle began with five hard swats on the left cheek again, followed by five equally painful ones on the right. Donna never made a sound. Elle switched the brush into her left hand and took Donna’s right nipple in her right hand and gave a wicked twist to it. Finally Donna made a sound. It was the sound of a sudden intake of air, and that was all. Elle began alternating cheeks with each blow. She hit Donna so hard her body shook but the brunette gave no reaction other than to continue to look into the eyes of Elle’s reflection. After what Elle was sure was at least fifteen minutes, she stopped beating Donna’s now red and purple buttocks and pulled her up by the hair. Pressing her body against the other woman and looking over her shoulder into their reflections in the mirror, she asked “What the hell do I have to do to you woman?”

“Nothing…I’m yours, completely.” With that Donna turned around and faced Elle, pressing her body into the slightly taller redhead’s, she slowly sank to her knees. She softly slid her index fingers along Elle’s vaginal lips and then leaned in and kissed Elle there. Sliding a finger inside Elle, she began to lick and suck on Elle’s lips. Elle surprised herself by cumming. She had been so worked up beating Donna that the soft, slow tenderness of what Donna was doing to her sent her over the edge. Elle tried to step back, but Donna pulled her back into her and continued her licking. Elle felt another orgasm coming on and gave into Donna’s mouth.

Now Elle sunk to the ground and into the arms of Donna. They sat on the tile holding and kissing one another. “I need another shower…”Elle whispered.

“Okay…may I wash you this time, my love?”

…After some time in the shower, the women dried each other off, kissing and playing with each other. Elle grabbed one of her husband’s shirts while Donna purposely slid on Elle’s seydikemer escort panties and then her own dress. Henry was napping on the bed when they returned in exactly the same position as when the left, his legs hanging over the side of the bed. As he got dressed to take Donna home, Elle stripped the bed and changed the mattress cover and sheets. After the two left, Elle went downstairs and made some tea. When Achilles ran to the back door and began barking, Elle walked over and looked in the back yard. Just as she was about to flick on the lights in the yard she made out two people in the hot tub.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness outside, she realized that the guy sitting on the side of the tub was the blonde guy that was with Jesse, Donna’s son, earlier that evening. And even more interesting was that in the tub, between the blonde guys legs, was Jesse, sucking his friend’s nice sized dick. Elle was frozen where she stood. Jesse sucked dick! His mom was right. Elle thought to herself it was kind of a shame for women, both of those guys had great bodies, especially Jesse, who was beautiful as well. As Elle watched, she noticed that Jesse appeared to be pretty experienced in giving blow jobs, in fact he was doing a very good deep throat on his buddy.

“Jesse!” was suddenly heard by Elle behind her closed door. “Jesse! How could you?” Susan, Jesse’s mom and Loring’s crush came walking around the side of the house. She stopped at the edge of the in ground tub, hands clenched into fists. “You! Get away from my son!”

“Mom, let me explain!” Jesse pleaded.

“You get away from my son!” Susan yelled, her voice a mixture of her southern drawl and obviously inebriated state. At this, the blond guy climbed out of the pool, grabbed what was apparently his clothes and walked around (keeping a safe distance from Susan) the hot tub and left. Jesse stood in the tub, his mother stood on the opposite side at the edge. She wasn’t yelling anymore but Elle couldn’t hear what they were saying. She wanted to open the door, but she was afraid Achilles would start barking again or dash outside. Jesse slid out of the pool and started to reach for his clothes.

Elle already knew that Jesse had a body like a greek god. She’s seen him mow lawns during the summer in cutoffs and shirtless for years. Now after a year at college on the football team, he was bigger and more cut. But neither Elle or his mother were prepared for the size of his dick. It was at least ten inches long and nearly the size of a can of soda around. Elle let the door open, Achilles didn’t run out or bark, he wagged his tail, recognizing Susan and Jesse, and turned and went back into the kitchen. Elle stepped into her yard. Jesse turned and looked at her, he was naked with a semi-hard on, she was practically naked wearing one of her husband’s shirts unbuttoned. Susan was wearing more, a tight little black dress, and 4 inch black pumps.

“Elle…I’m sorry to disturb your home. Jesse and I have to…talk.” The two women looked away from each other toward the muscular 19 year old whose dick was now fully erect.

“Mom, I like girls, they just don’t seem to like me. I can’t get anywhere with them!”

“Those are are some very stupid college girls…” Elle said out loud.

Susan looked at Elle then turned her attention back to her son. She stepped around the tub and walked awkwardly, a little drunk, toward her son. A few steps from Jesse, she reached out and touched his face. “Girls like you, baby, you just need some confidence…” Susan let go of her son’s face and in one fluid movement, she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head and off. Susan was now naked, except for black thong panties and her high heels. She stood inches from her son’s long, thick cock…

“Susan…Susan…” Elle called out

To Be Continued in “Greeks Bare Gifts”

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The next morning my phone ringing woke me up. I picked it up slowly, trying to wake up enough to talk.

“Brian? This is Miss Conner….Nice work last night! Mrs. Bergoin called me, beside herself with compliments on my new hire. She’s a picky bitch Brian and you pleased her twice she says. Damn kid, way to go. She wired the money and left you a sizable tip you can pick up next time you’re in,” she said.

I wiped the sleep from my eyes and thought about telling her, Mrs. Bergoin already tipped me but I figured what my boss didn’t know wouldn’t hurt.

“Great, she seemed very pleased with my work,” I said.

“Pleased? Ya stud that’s an understatement. She has already booked you again and only you. It’s in a few days though, so I’m setting you up with some others before then. I see big things in store for you and many happy clients,” she said. “Jenny will text you your next assignments so keep that phone charged. And again, good work, I’ll talk to you later.”

I put the phone down, smiled and went back to sleep.

When I finally woke up I had three text messages from Jenny. Apparently she had me booked for a ‘nooner’ and was trying to get a hold of me to make sure I would be there. I woke up late and noon was only an hour away. I quickly texted her back that I would make it and not to worry.

She told me in the text that the client was a long time customer that liked more than one guy at a time, so I was going to be meeting with a guy named Adam at her home so we could both take care of her. Sounded interesting. The address again was in a very nice part of town. I was seeing a pattern in the cliental, rich lonely women.

I quickly showered, ate and hurried to the address; Adam was waiting for me out front. He was shorter than me, stocky and with surfer long wavy hair, and tan.

“You the new guy? Brian right?” he asked.

“Yep, this is my second assignment,” I said.

“Ya, I heard about Mrs. Bergoin. Nice work dude. She’s incredible but picky as hell, I guess since you started now none of the rest of us will be getting that fine piece of ass. Oh well, probably for the better,” he said.

“So what do you know about today’s customer?” I asked.

“Oh Miss Waverly? Well she’s been around since Miss Conner started this agency. She’s older, probably 40ish but says she’s 30. Been divorced three times, loves cock and can’t get enough so she always requests two of us. She’s easy to please and with what I’ve heard about you, there shouldn’t be any problems. Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine,” he said, walking towards her house.

Her house was really nice again, probably got it in one of her divorce settlements. When we got to the door, we saw a note telling us to come right in. She would be waiting in the kitchen.

“Last time, we did her in the study with the pool table,” Adam said, smiling.

I smiled back and followed him in. He knew just right where to go. We entered the kitchen and Miss W was sitting on the counter with her long legs crossed. She was dressed in a skimpy nightie and looked very doable. She was older, but had kept herself in good condition and I was sure had shit loads of experience. She had fake tits again, which also seemed common among these well-to-do women. They were done years ago from the signs of sagging, and she needed a refresh in my opinion. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous like Miss Bergoin, but nice looking, with dirty blond hair to her shoulders, average height and she obviously exercised to maintain her curves.

“Welcome boys. I see you brought me a new one today,” she said in a sexy deeper voice.

“Hello Miss Waverly, this is Brian. He’s brand new,” Adam said.

“Excellent, I love fresh meat,” she said, looking me up and down.

She jumped down off the counter and strutted over to me, walking past Adam, who just took a seat and seemed to know what she was going to do, which was to grab my crotch without another word.

“Oh my, it seems you have something special for me today,” she said, feeling my flaccid member. “I do need to see this.”

She quickly undid my belt and had my pants down, standing back she stared at my growing dick.

“Are you kidding me? Shit it’s a huge one,” she said.

She stepped forward again and took the shaft in her hand as more blood rushed in. She helped by stroking it until it was fully erect. Her eyes got big, even Adam looked impressed.

“My my Brian, you’re going to give Adam some serious penis envy,” she laughed, pulling and stroking my cock.

I just shrugged my shoulders and he smiled. Miss W dropped to her knees and held my cock flat against my stomach so she could lick the entire thing from base to tip with her wet warm tongue. She didn’t suck very deep when she did finally take it in her mouth, or very long but what she did do felt great. While she sucked and stroked, Adam fished his cock out of his pants and worked it to full height while he watched her suck mine.

He wasn’t anything to laugh at, probably 8 or 9 inches. I thought Miss W was in for kocasinan escort quite a treat. She left my cock, moved over to Adam and gave him his share while I watched. Towards the end of his blowjob, I moved closer to Miss W. She reached up and stroked me, keeping me hard, while she finished up with Adam.

“Okay boys, I think it’s your turn now……… put those large tools to work,” she said.

Adam immediately stood up and lifted Miss W off her feet and over his shoulder. She squealed with delight. I watched him lay her down on the counter again and pull her small thong away from her pussy and begin eating her. I finished undressing and started working on her fake tits, licking and groping her while Adam continued his oral exam. He stopped after she came, and stood up straight. I kept sucking on her breasts and watched him insert his swollen cock into her well eaten pussy. She screamed with delight as he rushed it into her quickly and immediately began to fuck her hard and fast.

Five minutes later, I switched with him. Miss W lifted her head off the counter to watch me work my large cock. Her eyes got huge as my cock surpassed the depth Adam’s had and she screamed in delight as the additional inches entered her body.

“Oh yesssssssss!!!!! Fuck me with that thing!” she screamed.

Her pussy was well worn in after all her years, but I think I reached undiscovered terrain inside of her, she sure acted like it. Her back arched and I began hammering away hard and fast with everything I had to give. She was already close with Adam and it didn’t take long before she climaxed again, convulsing on my cock. Adam kept his cock hard and played with her tits and clit, even as I continued to pound away. It was a little strange to have his hand so close to my cock, but I tried to ignore it and give Miss W what she wanted.

I watched her spasm, tighten up and ride the wave of pleasure. Then she relaxed and seemed to melt into the counter. I slowed my thrusts to let her recuperate, and feel each inch as is went in slowly. She had her eyes closed. Adam gave me the thumbs up signal and wanted to switch again. I pulled out and climbed on the counter next to Miss W. She opened her eyes to find my large cock, covered in her juices, right next to her face.

“Brian, that cock of yours is amazing,” she said, grabbing the shaft with her hand.

She looked down at Adam, who was admiring her open pussy and stroking his cock to full capacity, preparing to insert it again.

“You know where I want it now Adam,” she said nonchalantly.

He smiled and stepped forward. My eyes got wider as he lifted her legs higher. I knew he was preparing to enter her tight ass. Her mouth opened in a pleasure filled moan as his cock entered her bum and kept going without a pause. Her one hand found her clit and started playing while she stroked my monster slowly. I saw delight on Adam’s face as well. I knew her ass was good and tight. He started off slowly, but built up speed as she got familiar with his tool. She loved it, screaming and rapidly playing with her clit as he thrust forward and back into her ass. She didn’t neglect me either and kept a steady rhythm on my hard cock. I wondered if she was going to let me put my cock in her ass, if so I was really going to like this job. Two days in a row of anal, who could ask for better?

This went on for another five minutes and both of their pleasures increased. I enjoyed watching Adam do her ass and have my cock stroked during. He got a little careless and his cock flipped out of her. She took the chance to change things up. She sat up on the counter and threw her leg over my legs, climbed up on my cock and eased it into her pussy. Then she looked back at Adam and didn’t have to say a thing. He knew what she wanted. I couldn’t believe it but I felt his cock enter her ass with mine stuffed fully in her pussy already. Damn this woman really did like cock and as much as she could get.

Adam started fucking her ass again hard. She tried to move on my member but wasn’t able to very much. She was freaking out though, with both of us in her and came hard on my cock in no time at all. I could hear Adam breathing hard. The pressure on my cock increased, signifying with his getting larger and close to his climax. He held out for quite a while more, as Miss W came on and on.

“Oh shit Miss Waverly, I’m going to cum!!!!!!” he screamed.

When he pulled out, she jumped off of me and the counter, not wanting to miss any of his spurting cock. I moved over to watch. Adam stroked his cock, cumming on her face and tits as she knelt in front of him. She didn’t swallow any, just let it paint her face and body. It was hot shit. He moaned and jerked as his cock unloaded an impressive amount. I watched as he held his other hand under his balls like he was pressing on something behind them. He looked like he was really enjoying his job as well.

Once he finished, she wiped his cum into her skin and climbed back on the counter to get to me again, while Adam recovered. konak escort She sat back down on my cock. Now free to move, she rode me like a pro, up and down with long hard motions. Her pussy was less tight now but she made up for it in the motion, rapidly moving up and down while squatting on the counter. Adam took a seat at the kitchen table and played with his cock as he watched her ride me.

She had incredible stamina and did me like she wasn’t going to get some for the next month. I think she was in a constant state of orgasm as well, with little mini climaxes that continued as she rode me.

“Oh fuck Brian. I love this cock of yours, so big and wide!” she screamed as another wave hit her body.

When she rose up, I could see my cock coated in foamy secretions. She was extremely wet and seemed never to tire. I looked over at Adam. Somehow he had managed to get his cock hard again and was getting up to join the action. He stood on the counter and put his cock level with Miss W’s face. She began to suck him and ride me at the same time. She sucked him for a while like this and then told him to stick it back into her ass.

I felt him slide over me again, fill her bowels for the second time and begin to ram it home. She came almost instantly. I lost count on how many we gave her after that. She was down over me now, so I was able to suck and nibble on her tits and enjoy the tight pussy around my cock. Adam seemed to have received his second wind and was just going crazy on her ass with long hard thrusts, pushing her tits into my face and making her scream louder than ever.

He finally slowed down and paused to speak, “Okay Brian, I think I’ve prepared her for you.”

I got a big smile. She looked at me a little hesitant, not knowing if she wanted to try me in her ass. Adam pulled out completely, rolled over and sat on the counter next to us.

“What do you say Miss Waverly? Want to try Brian in your cute bum?” Adam said.

“Well I guess, maybe a little,” she said and rolled off of me onto Adam. “Let me try him alone first though,” she said.

She didn’t put Adam’s cock in her yet. I got up and got ready behind her. Her ass was still open a little from Adam’s hammering and my cock was still coated with her cum, giving me plenty of lubrication.

“You ready Miss Waverly?” I asked.

“Okay, just go slow big man,” she said.

My excitement was peaked. My cock was huge, throbbing and pulsating in my hand as I pressed my head against her worn in anal hole. The head went in rather easy, then there was some resistance once the hard shaft met her tight hole.

“Oh fuck!!! Shit its wide, fucking huge,” she screamed.

I paused with 4 inches inside of her. She found her clit and began to rub it in circles as I held myself partially inside of her. She was panting and I could tell I was stretching her big time, but she loved cock and lots of it, so she continued to try and adjust. Her ass was squeezing me tight and felt really warm, almost hot. With an enormous effort and scream she pressed back on me. I watched as inch after inch disappeared, until she had pretty much all of my cock in her body.

“Oh fuck ya, fuck my ass big boy!” she screamed.

Shit it felt so good I almost lost it and couldn’t move or I would have. She wanted it now though and got antsy when I didn’t immediately begin to fuck her. She looked back at me and the expression on her face was telling me to get it done now or she would find someone else. Man she was so hot and tight around my cock, I knew I wasn’t going to last five minutes inside of her ass. But I began to move and slid out of her slowly and then back in. My balls rose and tightened and my cock swelled with the intense sensation. Back in hard I slammed her ass and made her squeal and forget about the pause. She kept still and let me do all the work. I think Adam got impatient because I felt him trying to get his cock into her pussy. He kept bumping my cock with his. This actually helped me last longer, making me feel odd with him down there. When he finally got it in, Miss W utterly lost it. It was hard to tell if she was screaming with pain or pleasure, but she was sure screaming.

Neither one of us seemed to care which. He began to move under her while I kept up the long hard thrust into her ass, building my orgasm back up. Shit, talk about tight, with Adam in her pussy it was another degree of intensity and my orgasm soon approached as she continued to scream and pant. She was cumming again when I voiced that I was going to blow. When I pulled out, she stayed put on Adam. I moved around to the side of her just as my cock erupted in my hand. I sprayed her face and it dripped down onto her tits. Bending my cock down more, I finished covering her jugs as she held them, up capturing every spurt. She screamed with delight as I just kept spurting. After such a long session, it had built up really well and it was intense.

She rubbed it all in again, all over her body. She grabbed Adam’s cock, slid it into her gaping ass konyaaltı escort and began to ride him hard and fast. She was on her feet now leaning back and had one hand behind her with the other on her clit. She let his cock slam into her ass and played as fast as she could until she came another staggering time. Adam began to beg to be let up because he was going to cum again. I just sat on the counter and watched.

She didn’t let him up, but she did move off him and back. She began to stroke his cock as he shot his load onto his own stomach and chest.

“Oh shit!!!!!! Well done boys, awesome session, lots of cock and cum, I loved it!” she screamed.

She watched us get dressed and had a tip for both of us again. We thanked her and walked out together.

“Shit that was a good time,” I said

“Ya Miss Waverly is one of the fun ones,” Adam said, getting into his car.

I watched him drive away and my phone started vibrating. I had another text from Jenny. She wanted me to call or stop by headquarters. I wasn’t very far away, so I decided to just drive in and pick up my tip from Mrs. Bergoin that was waiting as well.

Chapter 4

When I arrived at the agency, I stopped by the reception desk first. Kayla had my tip from Mrs. Bergoin waiting for me and also told me that Jenny wanted to see me if I came in. She phoned Jenny’s office, telling her I was here and then told me to go on back.

I knocked on Jenny’s closed door and heard her voice from within telling me to come in.

“Hello Brian, good to see you,” she said.

“You too, Jenny,” I replied.

She looked fabulous in a tight mini skirt and a thin blouse. I could almost see through to her breasts.

“So how is everything going? Keeping up? Any worries?” she asked.

“I’m good, seem to be doing okay, I think. I haven’t had any complaints,” I answered.

“I imagine not,” she said with a smile.

She was going to say more but her phone started ringing. She looked down at the name on the screen and said she had to take it.

“Yes Miss Conner…….” she answered and then a long pause while she listened to our boss.

“Actually I’m looking at one now ………It’s Brian Miss Conner” Jenny said, looking at me with a big smile.

A few seconds later she hung up and I said, “What’s up? What does she want?”

“It seems she has a potential client in her office and before she’ll sign on, she has asked for a demonstration. So it looks like you are needed in Miss Conner’s office for a little convincing,” Jenny said.

“Wow….Okay, sounds good I guess,” I said.

“She wanted me to bring you in, so let’s go now,” Jenny said.

I followed her towards Miss Conner’s office and was actually a little nervous. I had no idea what was waiting for me in there or what I was going to have to do. Jenny knocked on the large doors and Miss Conner told us to come in. We entered and I quickly looked over Jenny’s shoulder to get a view of the potential client. She was sitting in one of the chairs in front of Miss Conner’s desk, but all I could see was brown curly hair because she hadn’t bothered to turn around and look at us yet.

We walked towards Miss Conner, who had stood up and was getting ready to introduce us to the lady still sitting.

“Mrs. Dalton….this is my assistant Jenny and our newest employee Brian,” Miss Conner said as we walked up next to the chairs.

Mrs. Dalton turned to look at us. I was taken aback by the young pretty face smiling back. She stood up and shook Jenny’s hand, then mine as Jenny moved to the side.

She was taller than Jenny, thin, and wore a pant suit that hid her actual assets, so I couldn’t tell what to expect. She remained standing. I could tell she was a bit nervous, not knowing what she was doing.

“Mrs. Dalton comes to us as a referral from Mrs. Bergoin, right?” Miss Conner said.

“Yes that’s correct. We have been friends since school. She recommended your agency a while ago but I was hesitant. I tried to make things work with my husband but its just become unbearable and I need something more in my life. Lisa……. Mrs. Bergoin suggested you again to me and made me call.” Mrs. Dalton explained.

“Well, Brian comes very highly recommended by Mrs. Bergoin herself. She was very pleased last time he visited her,” Miss Conner said. “So, you mentioned you needed a demonstration of our product. What exactly did you have in mind today?”

There was quite a long, awkward pause. Then Mrs. Dalton got up the courage to speak again. “Is Brian here typical of what I can expect each time?” she asked.

“Well, you can see all of our employees there on the wall but Brian is actually not typical in a certain area. You can request any one or combination of employees, depending on your likes or desires,” Miss Conner explained.

“Not typical? Really? Well can I see what you mean?” she asked, looking at me coyly.

I smiled back at her and looked at Miss Conner for the go ahead. She nodded to me and I proceeded to remove my clothes, starting with my shirt. Mrs. Dalton became even more nervous. I could tell she wasn’t used to strange men stripping in front of her. When I finally dropped my pants and boxer,s she gasped loudly in surprise, when she saw my long flaccid cock running down over my balls and between my legs.

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After our get together I did not hear from Rich for five days. I was as horny as I have ever been. I fantasized about somehow hooking up with Audrey and Rich. Her kiss had spoken volumes to me at least in my imagination. Maybe my fantasies were sending me unclear and unrealistic expectations.

As I later found out he was visiting family and showing Audrey around. When Rich did call me he said he wanted to know if I wanted to get together with him and Audrey for a maybe a dinner. He asked me if I was dating anyone who I could bring along and I said that I was not seeing anyone on a steady basis. He mentioned that he wanted to take Audrey to New York and possibly attend a Broadway play. He said that Audrey wanted to see a Broadway play called The Producers. He said he tried the ticket outlets but that there was a six month wait. I told him that I had a source for tickets and I said I would try to get at least two tickets. It was difficult on such short notice to get tickets for a hit such as The Producers. He said to me that if I could get tickets that I should try to get three as he would like me to come to the theatre with them as well. At the time it was a nearly impossible ticket to get but my source came through and I secured three seats in the orchestra section. When I told Rich the news he expressed his gratitude. He said that he and Audrey were going to go to New York City on the day before the play as he wanted to show her the sights. He said they were going to stay at a hotel in the city. I told him that I would meet them at the hotel bar for a drink and then we could walk to the theatre.

At not time in the conversation did Rich indicate that he wanted to “play”. I tried to put it out of my mind but the recollection of the hot kiss as well as how she fed me Rich’s cock were on my mind.

The day of the play came and I took off from work early to go home and change. I dressed in a tie with a sports jacket and slacks. I packed an overnight bag just in case and drove into the city. I arrived at the hotel not far from the theatre district. I was surprised that Rich had chosen such a luxury hotel. I called him on my cell phone and told them that I was in the hotel bar. I was early so Rich came down alone and we had a drink. After the drink he asked me to go with him to the room as Audrey was getting dressed.

We arrived in the room and Audrey said hello from inside the bathroom. Rich asked me what was inside my overnight bag and I told him just a change of clothes and some toiletries. I told him that I had too much to drink then I could get a room and crash for the night. The room was basically a suite with a work table that had a network connection. Then there was a table that had four chairs. There was a king size bed.

Audrey came out of the bathroom. She was stunning to say the least. When I first met her I thought she was attractive bordering on cute. This night she was a knockout. She had on a black dress that was knee length. She had on a pair of red pumps. She wore a neutral shade of pantyhose. She had gorgeous shapely legs. Her hair was still spiked. There was some gold jewelry that complemented the dress. She had on more makeup than when I first met her. There was a pair of dangly gold earrings. Her breasts appeared to get ready to burst out of the top of her dress. What nipples she had! I was greeted by her with a hug and a kiss to my cheek. Whatever perfume or body wash she was wearing was subtle yet intoxicating. We left to go to the theatre. She could have given an erection to a dead man.

It had started to drizzle so rather than walk I hailed for a cab as we did not have an umbrella. We got into the cab with Audrey between us. Her tanned and shiny knees were prominent as she sat between us. My mind was traveling to crazy places. Rich had his arm around her.

We arrived at the theatre. I picked up the tickets at the box offices as that is where my source had them sent. As we got to our seats before the lights were lowered there was a buzz in the theatre that was caused by Audrey. There were a lot of attention from both men and women. There was a man in front of us who kept on turning around to look at Audrey’s legs until his wife said something to him and he stopped. We were ten rows back from the orchestra pit in the center of the theatre. Audrey sat between us. When Audrey would turn to remark about something to me she would turn her body towards me and lean towards my ear. I had trouble focusing. Audrey’s legs, breasts, smile, perfume and my wicked and depraved imagination were mixing a deadly cocktail. There was an absolute deliciousness about her. On the surface I attempted to stay cool. Just under the surface my mind lusted and my cock dribbled and waited.

There was a lot of positive reaction by the audience to the play. It was very funny.

During the intermission I went to the men’s room and used the opportunity to free my cock that had been stuck to my underwear with its secretion. It was like an adhesive. We all had a quick drink during the intermission and then returned.

The second silifke escort act of the play was as funny as the first. On occasion Audrey grabbed my hand and held it as she laughed. She then placed my hand against her right leg that had been crossed. She asked me if I though her pantyhose felt sheer enough. I nearly swallowed my tongue and nodded. I gradually moved my hand away because I was going to bust out of my pants. When she would cross and uncross her legs my eyes would wander and then quickly return to the stage.

We exited the theatre and stood off to the side of the entrance along with the multitude of people. It had stopped raining but the streets were wet. There were taxi cabs and limousines taking people to their destinations. The sidewalks were crowded with people walking on both sides of the street.

We had not eaten dinner so I suggested a place that served great Italian food. It was a ten minute walk to the restaurant. We walked together with Audrey and Rich holding hands and me walking slightly behind Audrey and to Audrey’s left so as to look and lust at her legs and body without being noticed.

One of the restaurant’s specialties was a pizza that was cooked in a brick oven and used coal as a heat source. The food was delicious. The company was not too shabby either. We shared hot and cold appetizers and a bottle of red wine along with a pizza and I wondered what else we might share as we ate.

As we finished our meal Rich and Audrey became a little affectionate with each other. They would kiss lightly and embrace and then Audrey would look at me and smile almost as if she was a little embarrassed. Suddenly I was lonely. I wished that I had a woman to myself that night. I felt a little left out. It was disconcerting to say the least. I was the fifth wheel. I could not read what if anything was going on with respect to including me in any playtime. I felt like I did not belong there. I was thinking like a teenager. I thought that maybe it would be a good idea if I just returned to their room to retrieve my overnight bag and then went made my way home. Audrey excused herself and went to the ladies room.

Rich asked me if I wanted to return to the room. I played stupid and asked why. He said that Audrey wanted us to just hang out together. I agreed. There was something in the way of Audrey’s body language when she walked to the ladies room that told me just hanging out was not the only item on her menu. There was a sway as she walked away from the table and went towards the ladies room and she glanced in our direction to see if we were looking. All thoughts of me going home in the immediate future were sent packing. My insecurities went out with those thoughts.

We walked to the hotel and then took the elevator to the room. Rich poured us vodka from the room bar and after a few minutes Audrey went into the bathroom. Rich appeared a little edgy. He said that all Audrey had talked about since our meeting at my home was what had occurred that night. He was wondering what she had in store and that made him nervous. Since he did not know I wondered myself. How was this going to play out?

When the eye first sees it is from a message that is related via the optic nerve to the brain. My eyes were down towards the floor when I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. The sound caused my eyes and head to look towards the sound. I saw black boots with a high heel. I saw legs above the boots. I saw the faint remnants of very sparse and very blond pussy hair as my eyes made their way up. This very blond wispy pussy hair was between Audrey’s legs. She had walked out of the bathroom dressed in black. My eyes had gone from the floor up and I stopped at her pussy. She had on a black corset that did not cover her breasts or her pussy. Her nipples were prominent. Not only that but her pussy lips were prominent and a light color of pink showed. Her legs were covered with long black stockings held up with garters close to her pussy. The boots came up to her knees. She wore very bright pink lipstick. I could not take my eyes off of her pussy and my eyes returned there. I then looked up again and noticed how her breasts sat up with these beautiful protruding nipples that looked like long pink erasers. I was mesmerized by what I was seeing. I could not speak. I was in a trance. When she walked there was not a lot of jiggle to either her breasts or anything else. She was very physically fit. Her tits were the real deal. She sashayed around the room as we admired her. We applauded her. She laughed and walked and vamped around like Madonna at a concert. She stood in front of Rich and I and she walked towards Rich and placed one of her legs up on a chair that she had pulled from the table and asked him to eat her while she stood. It was like she was posing for a photo shoot. There were no preliminaries here. He got on his knees and licked up her legs above her boots to her pussy. She had spread her pussy lips for him with one of her hands. She motioned for me to walk towards her. I did so.

She stared simav escort at me while this was going on. I could see her cheeks flush with color. She then asked me to take a sample of her pussy. I looked at Rich and he smiled and waved me over. I kneeled down. He moved to the side. I pushed my tongue over her clit and then pushed inside of her. She held the back of my head and pushed back. Her pussy was wet and delectable. Honey could not have tasted sweeter. Her skin was so smooth and smelled of a very slight fragrance. I did this for a few minutes. Then Rich would take over.

She pushed us away and then walked to the king sized bed. She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs flat on the bed and her knees raised. Her butt was at the edge of the bed. We got on our knees and took turns eating her. We would have her legs wrapped around our heads. I took off my clothes. Rich did the same.

Both Rich and I became aggressive with Audrey. I climbed on the bed. I sucked on her nipples. Rich was between her legs eating her. He had his hands around her waist and backside and was pulling her pussy to his face. She pulled my face towards her and we started kissing. I could see Rich watching and his face was either becoming red because he was excited or that he was annoyed at the kissing. He was jerking off his cock. She moved her tongue in and out of my mouth. I felt Rich’s hand on my cock.

Audrey looked at what he was doing and became very visibly excited. She bit her bottom lip. She told him to suck my cock. He hesitated and looked at her for a moment. He placed his mouth on my cock His mouth felt so good on me. He knew what I liked. Because of what was going on I could have come almost as quickly as he had started. The tension I had felt from the time I had first seen Audrey was coming to a head so to speak. Audrey told Rich to stop because I think she sensed that I was getting close to coming. She had great instincts. She leaned over and kissed him passionately.

Audrey then stood up and while facing away from me asked me to get closer to the edge of the bed. I sat on the bed at the edge with my feet on the floor and she essentially lowered herself on my lap except instead of my lap she slowly sat on my seven inch cock. She was facing Rich who was still on the floor facing us. She was looking for the correct angle to get me in and she did. The head of my cock made its way in. She wiggled on it trying to accommodate my width. Her pussy was like warm molasses and my cock was buried. She had to have had one of the tightest and wettest pussies I had ever been in. My hands were playing with her hard nipples. She was releasing so much in the way of juices. She moved up and down and then side to side. She then told Rich to lick my balls as she slid up and down on me. He got close and started to do that. She told him to lick the sides of my cock to clean off her juices when she was on the upswing. He complied on both counts.

I tried thinking about what I had to do the next day at work or to think about world hunger so as not to come too quickly. It was difficult to distract myself. I was getting close and I announced it. I tried with all I could conjure up to hold back. It was no use. She went up and down with persistence. She told me to come inside of her. I erupted. I did this while at the same time Rich was licking my balls. She said she could feel me spurting.

Every man in the world should experience this once in their lives. A hot pussy was milking my cock while my balls are being bathed with a warm mouth and tongue.

I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. I stayed inside of her for a while until I started to get soft. After I pulled out my drippy cock from her pussy she sat at the edge of the bed and placed her pussy close to Rich’s head.

Audrey then told Rich to suck my come out of her pussy. He did. I saw as his tongue slithered its way up her slit to her clit and then down to her hole. I saw a trickle followed by a cascade of my come flow out of her pussy and directly into his mouth. There was a fair amount of come that was runny followed by a few heavy clots. He placed his fingers inside of her pussy and held it open as he sucked on her pussy lips and her clit and drank. Audrey came with a screech and she held onto his head. When she was finished coming she asked Rich to sit next to her on the bed. This was my cue.

I got on my knees and Audrey fed me his cock. She held the cock near the base and fed me the head and a little more. At the same time they kissed. He only lasted about thirty seconds. He shot one of his vitamin loads. I did not swallow but got up and leaned over and shared it with Audrey with a very open mouthed kiss who then shared it with Rich.

Audrey was one hot woman. I envied Rich and told him. I told Audrey that she was one of the sexiest and most desirable women I had ever met. She said that she was glad she had met Rich and said that she thought that he and I were true sensualists.

When two people get together and they are on the same söke escort level emotionally and physically there is much to enjoy. When three people get together under similar circumstances and there is no jealousy and no games are being played, the possibilities are limited by their respective imaginations. Two men and a woman can be a virtual hell or a virtual pleasure pen depending on the personalities, emotional makeup and egos. How and why this was all going on was a mystery. It was a mystery as to how and why it worked so well. All I know is that it seemed to work for all of us. I knew that this was very possibly a once in a lifetime deal.

We all ended up on the bed and talked. We all were on our backs. Audrey was between us and stroked both of us. I wondered what else was in store. I was about to find out. We each had a drink. We were on the bed like this for about a half hour. She would kiss Rich and then kiss me. I stroked her nylons and became very hard. I saw her get up.

Audrey got up from the bed went to the bathroom for a moment. What a beautiful body she had. Her ass moved so well with those legs and those beautiful succulent tits. She returned with a tube of KY jelly. She smiled and did not say anything. What was there to say?

She spread it on my cock. She spread it on and in her butt. She had Rich get on his back on the bed and she slowly sat on him. She was facing him and I was behind her. He slipped into her pussy. Then my job was to fuck her butt for a DP. I had never tied a DP and photographs and movies make it look easy. It was not easy to accomplish for me. My cock was hard enough. We had to coordinate. I had to get the proper angle as Audrey was bucking going up and down and Rich was trying to hold his load. Audrey’s butt hole was not loose. I told her to not go up and down but to try and remain still. She leaned forward to a correct angle. The first three or so inches of Rich’s cock remained inside her. I was on my knees on the bed not far from the foot of the bed. I placed the head of my cock against her little pink butt and pushed. She winced. She asked me to be careful. I pushed more. She yelped but pushed back as much as she could. I got the head in just to the ridge. Audrey exhaled but she wanted more. Meanwhile Rich held onto her hips and slowly went up and down into her pussy. She asked me to put more KY on my cock. I pulled out and squirted a bunch on my cock and on the outside of her butt hole. I slipped my index finger coated with KY into her butt hole. She pushed back on my finger and said she wanted something bigger. Why disappoint a woman in need?

I was able to get everyone closer to the edge of the bed so I could have some leverage. I pushed in again and she yelled out in pain but then said to go in harder. I got half of my cock in her butt. She was so tight that I felt like my cock would reduce in size by a third. I had a lot of KY on my cock and in and around her butt. I could feel Rich’s cock through the “narrow wall.” Rich and I figured out that if he would wait to push in when I pulled a little out and we had a bedroom dance going on. The feeling in my cock was hard to describe. Audrey was off on another planet. She was not moaning just yelling. Rich asked her if she was in pain and she just shook her head but did not speak. We were at it maybe for about ten minutes. Rich said he could not hold out. I could actually feel him expanding in her pussy. I was nearly completely inside of her butt when he came. As he did so she came with a yell and I could feel her come contractions through the wall. I pushed all the way in and out and on the third time back in I unloaded myself. I was hopeful that the hotel manager did not call or send the police given her loud yell.

We both stayed inside of her for maybe one minute before we untangled. She ran to the bathroom giggling and holding her backside with her hands.

Audrey stayed in the bathroom for about ten minutes. When she came out she had a terry cloth robe. She looked content. I said to both of them that it might be time for me to leave. She asked me to stay the night. Rich looked at her and then looked at me and agreed. I left a voice mail message at work letting them know that I would not be in the next day. I was glad I had brought an overnight bag with me.

I took a quick shower. Rich then washed up and then Audrey returned to the bathroom. She came out a short time later with a very sheer see through baby doll top that was off white in color. She had no bottoms on. Her nipples were very visible through the nylon. She said her backside was off limits for the night. Her pussy lips looked red. I did not know what if any rules there were to be for the night. I figured it best to let it play it out. She got into bed and Rich and I got on either side of her. It was about one o’clock in the morning when we went got under the covers. The light was turned off We each kissed her goodnight. I drifted off to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night I felt a hand on my cock. I became hard. It was Audrey. Without any preliminaries I climbed on top of her and slipped into her and fucked her hard for about two minutes before coming. No kissing and no caressing just a quick fuck and release. I got off and then I heard Rich climb on and do the same. As I drifted off to sleep again in my head I hummed the melody of “New York, New York.”

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Emma and I had straightened ourselves up, replacing our clothing and stepping out of the cubicle to wash our hands as though nothing had happened. I had to touch up my makeup as the red lipstick had stained around my mouth.

The girl who had been on her phone was leant against the sinks, eyeing us suspiciously as she continued to talk to whoever was on the other end of the phone. As the bathroom door closed behind us, I’m sure I heard her say, “I swear there were some lesbos-“

Emma took my hand and twined my fingers through hers, pulling me out through the club to the bar. She ordered two more cocktails, and two shots. I have no idea what they were, but the shot burned all the way down and left a thick sweet taste at the front of my mouth. The cocktail was fruity, but damned alcoholic and I sipped at it tentatively while Emma sucked hers down.

We tried to hold a conversation, but over the music it was hard. I’m not sure she knew what I was saying, and I only caught snippets of information from her. She’d never done that before, she kept saying. She’d made out with a girl or two, haven’t we all? But that had been intense, and the possibility of getting caught made it hotter. I couldn’t help grinning to myself that I’d made her cum so quickly, and was acutely aware that in actual fact, I couldn’t wait to do it again.

Not to mention, I had yet to orgasm, and was still throbbing against the soaking fabric of my thong. I found myself hoping that she had toys to play with; I love vibrations. And then, as the dizzy drunken haze thickened inside my head, I began to wonder what her boyfriend must look like and exactly what “shift” he was finishing. Did she want me to have sex with him too? Or just want him to watch?

“Nathan’s calling!” she shouted, and pulled me outside with her to answer the phone.

We pushed through a crowd of people to get out onto the street. By this point it was almost midnight, when the party atmosphere was peaking. Bars would be wanting to close up by 1, and the clubs by 2, though a couple were open till 4 a.m. Or at least, that had been the case the last time I had gone out.

Lily didn’t seem to have made a reappearance.

Emma didn’t answer the phone in time, but didn’t have to. She stepped past the bouncer and a very large man picked her up and kissed her.

“Hey you,” he said, placing her gently on the floor before realising she was attached to me.

“Who’s this?”

Giggling, Emma looked up at her boyfriend and said “This is Nina, she’s… my friend.”

Nathan frowned, and looked me over. I returned the gesture, thinking God damn. He had to be at least six four, he was ridiculously tall. Short jet black hair, designer stubble and I couldn’t make out his eye colour in the light but I thought they might have been green. I imagined he’d just finished his shift as a bouncer, because the guy was thick set through the shoulders, with a barrel chest. He was muscled, but not to the ridiculous point like kozan escort Jake and I wondered what he was going to think of me coming home with them.

“Hey, Nina,” he said, and held his hand out to shake mine. “Don’t think we’ve met before.”

“Emma and I just met tonight,” I slurred, letting go of his thick-fingered hand and slipping my arms around her waist from behind. She giggled, and so did I.

There was that frown again. “Um… okay. Well, Nina, it’s nice to meet you but Emma and I are just heading out for a drink or two and we’re going home.”

Emma shook her head and said, “Change of plans.”

I’m sure if I’d been sober I would have felt a little awkward, because Nathan didn’t seem at all interested in me. He was obviously looking forward to those couple of drinks and probably taking Emma home to get her naked and do naughty things to her. Of course, I was now looking forward to that too and I didn’t want him spoiling my night.

“Emma, seriously? I don’t want to stay out all night partying again, please.” Poor guy. Maybe he didn’t get it.

Emma turned to me and studied my face. I frowned – she was going to send me home, to my place. And then she did something that surprised me, she kissed me. Softly, pressing her lips against mine, and then parting them with her tongue. The way she kissed me slowly made my insides turn over with excitement, and then she released me and looked at Nathan.

I saw the understanding creep over his face, and then confusion. “You… I’m… I don’t follow, Emma.”

He did, but he wanted confirmation. Emma just smiled and handed him her phone. “Call a taxi,” she said.

And he did.

When we got in, Emma made sure that I sat between her and Nathan. He watched as she slid her hand over my thigh, slowly slipping up the inside of my dress. She brushed the fabric of my underwear and I stifled a whimper, gripping Nathan’s thigh. He shifted uncomfortably but didn’t move my hand, and licked his lips.

“Good night?” the taxi driver asked. He was a man in his mid-forties with a receding hairline and the makings of a pot belly.

“Uh, yeah mate,” Nathan replied as Emma teased her fingertips around the edges of the thong, looking from Nathan to me. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise and slid my hand a little further up Nathan’s thigh. He shifted in his seat.

“Been bar hopping much?” He asked, glancing up into the rear-view mirror.

“Uh, no mate,” Nathan said.

Emma leaned into me and used her index finger to pull my panties to one side while she slid her middle finger up inside me. I gasped wordlessly, and let my head fall back against the seat as she teased me, slipping oh-so-slowly in and out, in and out. Her mouth fell to the nape of my neck and she left butterfly kisses in a trail up my throat to my earlobe.

“Pop the button on his jeans,” she whispered, before flicking her tongue over the pulse in my throat.

“Oh right. I kumluca escort like a good pub crawl, me. You had much to drink?” I found myself wishing we’d gotten a less talkative taxi driver.

Nathan was about to answer when I moved my hand to pop the button on his jeans and looked at him with a grin. His eyes widened, but he half-smiled back at me and finally said “No, I was at work, these two were drinking.”

“Ahhh I see,” he said, and laughed before he glanced at me in the mirror, “Feeling a bit worse for wear my love?”

“Mmm, I’m fine,” I breathed, and squeaked as Emma decided that was the time to pinch my clit between her forefinger and thumb.

“What are you doing?” The taxi driver asked, frowning at me as I sighed when Emma replaced her middle finger inside me and began to stroke the sensitive mound of my clit with her fingers.

“Making your seats wet,” I laughed as I pulled the zip down on Nathan’s jeans and felt for his cock. He was hard and throbbing in his boxers.

“What?” He half-shouted, and braked a little, whirling his head to look at us. “Oi, what do you think you’re doing?”

Emma stopped pleasuring me and I winced. “I’m trying to have an orgasm!” I explained.

He pulled over there and then. “Out!” he said, “Get out of my taxi!”

I pouted and Nathan opened the door, “We’re almost home mate, come on, this is the middle of nowhere.”

I looked outside, and he was right. It was dark, and we had stopped in a layby. There was woodland on either side and I had absolutely no idea where we were. However, by that point, I didn’t care. I just wanted to cum.

The taxi driver had stepped out of the car to argue with Nathan, and Emma was opening the door when I had an idea. I slid out of the car, and moved towards Nathan who was trying to persuade the taxi driver to get us the rest of the way home.

“Want to watch?” I asked him.

He stopped what he was saying mid-sentence and stared at me. “What?”

Emma grabbed my hand and Nathan’s and stood between us, resting her head against my shoulder and looking at the taxi driver. “If we let you watch, will you take us home?” I slurred, and giggled, lifting a hand to massage Emma’s breast.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with-“

“Okay,” he said.

“What?” Nathan asked, staring at him. “Are you serious?”

The taxi driver just nodded, and motioned his head toward the car.

Emma laughed and led me around the front of the car. I stumbled in my heels on the rough ground and she caught me, before forcing me to bend over the bonnet.

I spread my legs wide for her and let her lift my dress up over my arse to give the two men a good view of me. I sighed with anticipation as she slid the thong down from my hips, past my soaking wet thighs to my ankles, and planted a soft kiss against my slit.

“Fuck…” I heard the taxi driver breathe.

Emma stood up then and spanked me. I gasped and giggled, writhing lara escort against the warm metal of the car bonnet. Her fingers brushed against my lips and she pushed one inside me, then two. She stood to one side of me so the men could see her fingers buried in my pussy and she spanked me again.

I yelped, and felt myself tighten around her fingers at the shock. She was enjoying this.

Three more times she spanked me as she slowly fucked me with her fingers. I felt the orgasm building, and then she began to increase the speed. Faster and faster, until there was barely a second between her fingertips brushing my opening, and her palm meeting my body. I bucked and she pushed me back down against the car and held me there as I came.

My whole body felt hot, and I could feel the colour rising in my face and throat, my nipples tight and hard as I finally got the release I’d been wanting since it began on the dance floor. I gasped and she withdrew her fingers from me. She waited for me to stand and turn before sucking on them.

I leant dazedly back against the bonnet of the taxi and tried to catch my breath. I barely had the chance before I noticed that the taxi driver was standing in front of us, and stroking his cock. This was a far cry from the objections he’d had to a little fingering in the back of his taxi.

I couldn’t help it. I giggled, and then Emma saw him too and she began to giggle. But then he said, “Let me fuck you.”

Nathan interrupted before I had the chance to be disgusted. “Hey, look, she let you watch, now take us home.”

The taxi driver fixed him with a glare, “I could just leave you here!”

That made Nathan angry and he clenched his fists, “Fuck off then, we’ll call another taxi-“

“Good luck getting them to find you!” He snorted, and Nathan turned to Emma, shaking his head.

The taxi driver was right, but there was no way on this earth I was going to let him fuck me. “I don’t have a condom,” I said, “But, get in the back.”

Still stroking his stiff cock, he did as he was told and climbed into the back seat. I followed him in, and knelt in the footwell beside him. He was breathing heavily and looking down at me through the thin frames of his glasses as he nervously licked his lips.

I took his cock in my hand and thought of getting to strip that tight pink dress from Emma and bury my face in her pussy while Nathan watched. I slid my mouth over the head and further down the shaft, massaging my tongue against the flesh as I went. He let out a moan and I began to bob up and down, covering the length of him with my saliva.

My right hand stroked the shaft as I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock, my left hand cupping and gently massaging his balls. He let out an appreciative groan and curled his fingers in my hair, pulling before he forced me to choke on his cock.

I gagged and tried to pull myself up but he didn’t let me. Then I realised why. as he throbbed in my mouth and I felt warm, thick fluid coursing down my throat. That hadn’t lasted long – thank God.

He let me up to breathe after four spurts of cum and I gasped for air.

I let him recover himself for a moment as I swallowed down the cum, coughed and looked at him. “Will you take us back now?”

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For a myriad of reasons, the three women assembled against the back wall of the room couldn’t quite fathom what they were seeing. It was obvious that the most primal of sexual acts was getting ready to take place, but for two of them at least, Renee and Sarah, they still felt as if they were stranded in a fog of disbelief.

For Sarah it was even more disconcerting. Having led a relatively sheltered life when it came to such things, she had never so much as seen an adult movie in her life. It wasn’t a choice she set out to make, simply one that her lifestyle, and course of daily travails, never necessitated. So the brutal and blunt reality that she was sitting in a hotel suite, far from home with her third glass of scotch nursed against her bottom lip, watching one of her co-workers submit herself completely to a man she would probably never see again, was a scene that Sarah knew she’d never be able to completely rationalize.

For Patricia however, the angst ran much deeper. Even though it appeared that Tamara was drunkenly having the time of her life with the captivating man that had seduced the clothes right off of her, Patricia knew there would be a substantial price for her to pay when it was over and the eventual truth of why Will ended up in the room finally came out.

Still, there was nothing she could do. The genie was out of the bottle. As Will bent over and forced Tamara’s thighs all the way apart with his hands, each of the three women watching squirmed noticeably in their seats as their friend and co-worker arched her tiny feet high into the air, bracketing Will’s lean and muscular frame as he took his place on top of her steaming and hairless crotch.

Blindly reaching down, Will took his sturdy girth by its base and swung it like a mighty club, dropping it straight down on top of the soupy warmth of Tamara’s vaginal entrance.

“Get those legs high in the air,” Will urged before rubbing the head of his prick gently in and out of Tamara’s puckered and oily slit.

“Gonna get it nice and wet…and then…I’m gonna stick it all the way inside of you,” Will promised with syrupy intent.

Tamara’s tiny vagina spasmed and trembled from such a rigid and unforgiving presence invading its core.

“OH…GOD…Go slow,” the breathless girl begged, the whole time straining her legs higher and higher into the air to give Will as much access to her sex as she could.

Pushing forward, Will tensed slightly as he watched Tamara’s spine lurch off the mattress. Keeping one hand underneath her behind to steady his penetration angle, Will used his other hand to support Tamara’s back while he inched his seething penis deeper inside of her.

“You’re doing just fine,” he cooed, kissing her several times on the mouth and cheek, allowing Tamara to taste her own pungent arousal directly from his caressing lips.

“Damn this is…this is…something,” Renee softly mumbled.

“Uh…Huh,” Patricia shook her head in stunned agreement, still not able to fully comprehend the Hell she had unleashed.

Stealing a peek to her right to gauge Renee’s outward expression to everything that was happening, Patricia was stunned by a sudden and indescribable wildfire that surged through her soul.

“What was…that?” Patricia internally wondered as she turned her focus back to Tamara and Will on the bed.

Twisting her head and leaning to her right for a better view between the naked couple’s intertwined legs, Patricia’s mouth started to water when she saw just how graphically real it looked as Will’s savage manhood disappeared into the glowing pink target between Tamara’s girlish thighs.

“UUURRGGGHHH…AAAHHH…AAAHHHHHHHH,” Tamara groaned loudly, every muscle in her petite body now straining to manage the unforgiving mass of flesh that was snaking deep into her cunt.

“Jesus,” Renee and Patricia each blankly mumbled in unison as they watched Tamara’s arms and legs flail wildly through the air.

Several minutes passed as Will built up a painstaking and steady rhythm inside the young girl’s quim. All Tamara could do was lay there and hold on for dear life as Will fed the entire length of his dick between her constricting vaginal folds.

Just when it looked as if Tamara was going to get fucked senseless without so much as putting up a counterattack, she ratcheted her hands up to Will’s back and dug her fingernails roughly into the churning muscles surrounding his shoulder blades.

Watching as Will momentarily tensed from the pleasurable pain of having his sweaty skin raked, Patricia swallowed hard and found herself scooting forward in her seat, the heat of her own crotch feeling like a freshly stoked fire burning beneath her.

A sexual stalemate played out on the bed for just an instant between Will and Tamara, until he realized what the suddenly re-energized brunette was attempting to do.

Pinching the lower third of his penis between his fingers of his left hand to hold it in place inside of Tamara, Will scooped the tarsus escort girl’s torso up off the mattress with his right, holding her tightly against his chest as he tilted their collective weight to the side. Once Will was able to balance himself, he flipped over onto his naked behind, assuming the same spot on the scattered sheets where Tamara had just been laying.

Keeping his cock wedged inside of Tamara’s vagina the entire time he made the switch of position, Will finally rocked back and let out a sigh of admiration as he looked up at Tamara tettering on top of him.

“OOOHH…GOODDDD,” Tamara loudly gulped, feeling Will’s steely appendage stretching her genital muscles to the max from the force of gravity that came with sitting on top of his crotch.

“I’ve…never…felt…anything…so…deep,” Tamara’s withering voice crumbled as she tried desperately to build up a pelvic rhythm.

Her thrusts were scattered and awkward at best however do to the blinding flash of sensation that overwhelmed her each time she moved her pussy against Will’s rigid rod.

“Just take your time Baby…take your time…you can get him,” Patricia found herself coaching Tamara from behind, hating the look of cocksure arrogance etched across Will’s handsome face as he watched Tamara squirm and quiver on top of him.

“She just looks…so small…on top of him…just like a little girl trying to ride a horse for the first time,” Renee noted as she and Patricia shared a fleeting glance of lurid appreciation for what they were witnessing.

Guiding his hands up to Tamara’s chest, Will slipped his fingertips underneath the pink bra straps that loosely hung from her shaking arms and worked them all the way down. Taking the lacy cups and wire mesh support between his fingers, Will next inched the front of Tamara’s bra all the way down until it wrapped tightly around her narrow waist.

With her tits completely exposed, Will hurriedly extended his palms out and cupped Tamara’s bosom until each of her small white orbs had been engulfed into his hands.

Kneading her breasts as she frantically lurched above, Will bucked his hips upwards off the bed each time Tamara tried to slam her pussy down on his prick.

“OOHH…GGAAWWWDDD…FUCK ME,” Tamara mewed helplessly, suspended on top of Will’s crotch, her knees straddled out to each side as if she had become stuck on some sort of ruthless sex machine.

“Is that what you want…for me to fuck you and make you cum …right here in front of your friends?” Will spat back, thumbing the girl’s juicy and ripe nipples as he savored the feel of her vaginal walls trying to choke the life from his virile manhood.

“Fuck him back Tamara…come one…fuck him back,” Patricia anxiously muttered up to the bed, causing Will to turn his head towards her and sneer.

Taking one of his hands off of Tamara’s chest, Will reached around her back and graphically pointed and rubbed at his swollen balls, showing the three women watching from behind just how much of their co-worker’s liquod lust had oozed out of her cunt, down the crack of her tiny ass and all over his aroused genitals.

Renee and Sarah each felt a strange sensation in the pits of their stomach when they saw the way Patricia was seeming to root Tamara on as if she had some sort of deeper interest in the way the young girl was being treated on the bed. It wasn’t until much later that the two unknowing women would come to grips with the depth of their boss’ depraved lust.

As if buoyed by some sort of carnal second wind, Tamara did in fact start to show some life of her own on top of Will’s pistoning thrusts. Clenching her eyelids tightly shut and mashing her teeth together, Tamara baptized herself in the determination to give Will the best fuck he had ever had.

Slapping both her hands down on top of his pecs for support, Tamara dug her fingernails into Will’s chest hair as she began to use her pussy as a weapon right back at him.

Twisting her vaginal muscles with every fiber of her barely 100 pound being, Tamara seemingly tried to rip Will’s rock solid joint off from the root and swallow it up inside of her.

“UURRGGAAAHHHHH,” Will gasped suddenly, shocked by the primal transformation that had come over the diminutive girl humping his groin.

“FUCK ME…FUCK ME…FFUUCCKKK MMMEEEE…FUCK ME YOU SONOFABITCH,” Tamara spat down, this time in a voice from deep within her bowels.

Each of Tamara’s assembled friends began to blush and tighten their already clamped thighs together when they heard the demonic traces of Tamara’s deep-seeded lust bleed to the surface.

On and on the frantic couple went for several minutes, the vibrations of the tortured bedframe underneath them sounding like a rickety old Cessna attempting to take off as Tamara and Will pounded each other towards oblivion.

For just a fleeting instant, Patricia thought her bet with Will would be won. Feeling her spine tingle and enthusiasm tatvan escort crest when she saw the way Will’s Adam’s apple bobbed and his entire body tensed, Patricia was sure the sight of his erupting cock would only be a moment away.

“Goddamnit cum…WILL…CUM GODDAMNIT!” Patricia screamed to herself, wedging her hand further down between her numb legs to try and quell the burning but unreachable itch festering inside.

Just when it seemed Will was passing the point of no return however, he tightened his grip on Tamara’s tits with his left hand while allowing his right to quickly drop down to where his cock was slicing open the girl’s flaming hot womb.

Clumsily extending his index and middle fingers, Will pressed them against Tamara’s vaginal entrance as well, using them like talons tearing at the girl’s bulging clit.

Instantly, Tamara’s head rocked backwards and a gurgling spasm bellowed from her lips.

“NOOOOOO,” Patricia mind screamed, feeling as if the proverbial rug had been pulled out from underneath her.

“FFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKK… FFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKKK… FFFFUUUCCCCKKKKKKK… AAAHHHHHHHHFFFUUUCCCKKKK” Tamara cried helplessly, her head swinging back and forth to the point that her long luxurious hair looked like a waving pompom as Will forced her over the edge.

Watching as Tamara’s shivering body swayed aimlessly to each side at the same time her vaginal muscles shuddered and choked around his embedded cock, Will hastily squeezed it off at the base to keep it from spewing as he allowed the young girl’s release to blissfully run its course.

When he finally saw Tamara’s lithe body go completely limp on top of him and her chin dropped like a lead weight down against the top of her chest, he knew she had reached empty. Cringing noticeably when he pulled his fully erect and unfulfilled cock out of Tamara’s still quivering sheath, Will lifted his back off the mattress slightly and helped Tamara down until she collapsed into a spent pile of naked humanity, to his left, on the bed.

“You are one fantastic fuck,” Will whispered into the girl’s beet red ear with genuine honesty, internally amazed that he had been able to withstand everything Tamara had given of herself.

Leaning back to catch his breath, Will gazed across the room and stroked his majestically erect cock as he made eye contact with Patricia, showing her that Even though his battle hardened pride and joy was more than a little greasy, it was still ready to go to collect on her failed offer.

What Will didn’t expect to see however, was the specter of a shadowy and cautious figure approaching the edge of the bed to his right.

“Well…Well…Well,” Will brazenly coughed, blinking his eyes several times to make sure what he was seeing was real.

* * * * * *

Having steeled himself the entire course of events with Tamara to save the lust brewing inside of his balls for Patricia, after he won the bet , even someone who had seen most everything sexually tangible as Will was caught off guard by the presence of the oldest woman of the group, the married one Sarah, standing pensively beside the bed.

“She’s just there to check on her friend,” the rational part of Will’s mind assumed as he stole a quick peek over at Tamara laying there, curled up in a modified fetal position as she exhaustedly nuzzled the bed sheets below.

As the seconds dragged by however and Sarah remained as still as a statue above him, Will couldn’t help but notice she was staring at the same thing the other three women in the room were, the rigid slab of fleshy granite that continued to rise mightily from his loins.

Reaching his right hand down to massage his sagging balls, Will then slowly traced his fingertips along the bottom edge of his cock, his insides fizzing with a strange and perverse arousal as he watched the way the married woman’s dark blue eyes followed it.

Rolling his fingers teasingly around the spongy, helmet shaped head of his penis, Will’s adrenaline started to pump when he saw the way Sarah’s lips began to quiver at the same time each of her pointed nipples became visible through the front of her sheer dress.

“You want to touch me don’t you?” Will smirked, watching with morbid fascination as Sarah anxiously rung her soft white, trembling hands together.

A cosmic hush had settled over everyone in the room, each wondering what effects the next few seconds would have on the rest of Sarah’s life.

“It had to be the Scotch,” Sarah would later tell herself, the only plausible reason why she would throw 20 years of faithful allegiance to her Husband down the drain. Or the simple fact that witnessing what she just had between two young, vibrant and virile people, any normal and healthy person couldn’t help but become aroused by what they saw.

But SHE was the one standing by the bed like a starving female pup, seemingly in a trance as Will slowly pumped his bristling erection.

“You’re the one tavşanlı escort standing here Sarah,” she dejectedly told herself. “Not Patricia…Not Renee…It’s you.”

“Come on…,” Will urged softly. “I see the way your looking at it…I know you want to touch it.”

“N…No,” Sarah replied, her voice trailing away ashamedly.

Will continued to luridly swing his swollen phallus through the air, watching with determined glee as Sarah’s eyeballs bounced side to side in their sockets following it.

“I can see your mouth watering from here,” Will cryptically added, an electrical charge of power shooting through his nerve endings when he watched Sarah’s eyelids close in near surrender at the sound of his voice.

“I can’t…I can’t…I ca…,” Sarah stuttered, her voice trailing away again, this time drawing completely mute as she vaguely felt the hem of her knee length skirt shift slightly.

Unable to make eye contact with Will beneath her, all Sarah could focus on when she opened her eyes was Tamara’s disheveled outline on the bed, and Sarah felt an overwhelming jealousy of what it must feel like to be her younger friend at that moment, so exhausted and thoroughly reamed from a brutal round of sex, that she literally couldn’t move two parts of her body at the same time.

“I can’t,” Sarah tried to beg once more, this time her mind blanking out as Will’s hand and forearm disappeared between her legs.

The only one of the four women that had decided to wear a skirt that evening, Sarah had bought a summery tan and cream colored number on clearance a few months back Even though she knew she probably wouldn’t get a chance to wear it at home, in Memphis, until at least early April of next year. When she had found out she would be making the trip to Tampa however, on a lark Sarah decided to bring the dress with her and threw it on before her and the girls went out for drinks that night.

The decision to wear that dress instead of something slightly more covering may have been her final undoing.

Grasping for every last bit of crumbling willpower she could find, any chance Sarah could pull herself back from the brink exploded in a blinding flash of light inside her head when Will’s probing fingers collided with her steaming pussy.

Forgoing pantyhose when she got dressed earlier that evening because of the humid Tampa climate, when Will’s hand crept all the way up her skirt, the only thing protecting the pulsing lips of her aroused vagina was a pair of dampened cotton panties.

“NNNNN…NNNAAHHHHH,” Sarah yelped, looking as if she were drowning in her own inner struggle between morality and decrepit lust.

It was a struggle not lost on anyone in the room either as they collectively watched Sarah’s trembling legs begin to bend towards floor, her body seeming to succumb to the angst and unquenched need that had long been secretly swirling inside her.

And with each inch Sarah’s knees bent lower, Will kept his concealed hand firmly in place between her legs, his palm wedged snugly against the very thing Sarah had sworn never to share with anyone else, when she made her marital vows 20 years before.

Seated directly across the bed from Sarah, it appeared to both Patricia and Renee that their friend and co-worker had stepped into a pool of quicksand as she slipped helplessly into her carnal abyss.

Just as Sarah’s will to fight was about to give out, Patricia and Renee were each sure they had seen either a plea for help or desire for forgiveness in Sarah’s eyes as her knees touched the floor.

Seeing Sarah’s body go limp from relief when her knees pressed into the plush carpet below, Will corkscrewed his embedded hand between the older woman’s thighs and steadily worked her panties off her crotch until he was able to manipulate the soft garment down to her knees.

“Don’t make me…pl…pl…please…don’t make me do…this?” Sarah begged from her knees, her whole body trembling now as the cool air from the hotel’s air conditioning rushed and swirled up her raised skirt against her now unsheathed vagina.

“I’m not…making you …do anything,” Will sarcastically rebuked, before nudging Sarah’s knees off the floor, one by one, so he could completely remove the married woman’s underwear.

Slipping the elastic band of Sarah’s panties off each of her ankles, Will slowly balled the lewd trophy into his fist and raised them to his chest, kneaded them in front of Sarah’s defeated face as if the panties were only the first thing he was about to take from her.

Unable to fight the inner battle a second longer, Sarah’s hands dropped to the edge of the mattress, giving her the appearance of a young girl kneeling bedside, late at night, saying her prayers as Will’s straining erection rose mightily above her line of sight.

“Suck it,” Will plainly offered, the words cutting Sarah to the core of her soul.

Reaching down with his right hand, Will softly rubbed his fingers through the married woman’s short, neatly trimmed dark blonde and slightly salt and peppered hair.

“Spread your lips Sarah…and wrap them around my cock,” Will demanded a second time, using his left hand to gracefully pump his dick, causing it to seemingly inhale and exhale directly in front of Sarah’s ashen face.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a continuation from Nude Weekend – Friday Night and although it is part two of a four part set, it can be read in isolation. Enjoy and please leave a comment, good or bad.

*****

Voices.

In that detached state between sleep and awake, Sharon could hear the muffled tones of people talking. She had no idea what time it was and for a slight moment she was unsure even where she was. A faint glow of light illuminated the torso of Marcus who snuffled and shifted himself on the mattress next to her.

Her mouth was bone dry and she could feel the urge to pee pressing down on her. She carefully spun herself off the bed and let her feet settle onto the floor. A slight chill was in the air as she took a wobbly step out into the corridor.

The voices were coming from the front room where everyone disrobes, but her sudden vertical repositioning had caused an increasing in the desire to urinate. The empty lounge room was now lit with candles that were scattered around on the tables and dressers that lined the room. After a hurried bladder evacuation and a quick blast on the bidet, Sharon re-hydrated with a quick glass of icy water. The chill sent her nipples rising towards the clock that now read 2:27.

She heard a floorboard creak on the upstairs landing and a sudden rise in the volume of the chatter in the front room. Despite being tired, curiosity got the better of her and she headed back down the hall, past her sleeping beau, and into the front room. Four of the men plus Zoe were in a state of semi-nakedness as they fumbled about looking for their clothes.

“Going home?” Sharon said as she leant up against the door jamb.

Startled, Zoe turned on her toes and instinctively held up a dress to cover herself.

“Shit,” she laughed, “Where did you come from?”

“Just getting a drink,” Sharon held up the icy water. “Looks like you had a nice evening out there. The candles are a nice touch.”

“It was,” Zoe said, “Pity you missed it.”

Sharon glanced down at the well fucked cocks of the men getting dressed.

“It’s not the last time I’ll be here,” she said before reaching out and stroking one of them. “Next time I’ll make sure I save myself for you guys.”

“Sounds good,’ one of them said as he held his cock out. “How about a quick kiss to seal the deal?”

Zoe interrupted with a loud sigh, “We really need to go, guys.”

“Just a kiss?” Sharon asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Well,” one of them said as Zoe hurriedly threw a shirt at him, “It looks like it.”

Sharon dropped to her knees and held his cock gently in her hand.

“Good night,” she said before kissing it gently on the knob. “Sleep tight.”

She followed up her promis and kissed the other three before they were zipped up and out of sight. Suddenly she felt kind of weird being the only naked person amongst the clothed.

“I’ll catch you all here next time or at the club,” she said.

“You sure will,’ one of the men said, “Apparently you’re interested in being gang fucked. Is that right?”

Sharon suddenly felt incredibly horny. She rubbed her pussy at the idea of being gangbanged and the knowledge that these guys knew it excited her even more. “Oh fuck yeah.” she moaned. “I sure am.”

“Nice,” Zoe said as she kissed her farewell, “You’ll enjoy it because hell, I’m going to.” She threw the keys to one of the blokes, “You’re driving.”

Sharon watched in amazement as the tall blonde sashayed out the door with the four men that she was taking home for a gangbang.

Marcus was still splayed across the bed, his cute arse was nicely defined by a shard of soft light. Just as she was about to turn back into the room she heard a soft snore coming out of one of the other bedrooms that speared off from the main hallway.

She gently pushed the door open and snuck a quick glance in to see Lisa lying between two men. The men’s cocks lay temptingly across their legs and if it had been earlier, she would have sucked them off there and then.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement in the loungeroom. The naked figure of Caz was scurrying about with a damp cloth quelling the candles as she went. The room slowly became darker and darker as each candle was extinguished. Sharon, tip-toeing silently across the room, was only about two metres away from Caz when a hard calloused hand swung out from under a sheet on the lounge and grabbed her leg.

Her startled scream sent Caz yelling and John, the crashed out carcass on the lounge, had to sit up and quieten them down quickly.

“Shoosh you two,” he laughed. “You’ll wake the dead.”

“Fucking hell, John,” Sharon gasped, “I was going to scare Caz and then..”

“I know,” John interrupted, “Nice work on my behalf.”

“What are you doing up anyway?” Caz asked Sharon.

“I needed a drink and then I heard voices,” she motioned towards the front door.

“Ah yes,” Caz held off dousing the last three candles and sat next to John. “Zoe always steals some for her own. I pity her husband.”

“None of them are her husband?”

“Sadly, lefkoşa escort no,” Caz said, “He’s a wealthy man that she quite openly states that she despises, but yet fawns all over him in public.”

“She’s evil,” a sleepy John muttered from his pillow “A tremendous hot body and a great fuck, but evil.”

“Unlike us who have hot bodies and are nice,” Caz reached under the sheet and grabbed his cock.

“That goes without saying,” John rolled onto his side trying to avoid Caz’s wandering hand, “Now leave me be ladies, I need to sleep.”

“It is nearly three in the morning I suppose,” Caz hopped up off the lounge, “John, why don’t you sleep in one of the beds? I’m sure that Sharon won’t mind sharing.”

Sharon nodded eagerly at the prospect of waking up between two men.

“I’ll see how I go,” John murmured as sleep took a hold.

“Damn,” Sharon said.

“I know right,” Caz hopped up and grabbed the last candelabra off the side table, “Let’s go check the rest.”

“Lisa is in that downstairs room with two of the guys she showed up with,” Sharon looked back at John who had begun to snore. “That just leaves Clement and Karen, Nick..”

“Clement and Karen went home,” Caz nodded to their home over the fence. “Let’s go look.”

In the room next to Caz and Peter’s lay Ellen and Mike with Nick asleep on a mattress on the floor.

“I never really got to meet Ellen,” Sharon whispered.

“She’s a lovely girl,” Caz whispered, “She wants to try anal this weekend.”

Sharon immediately wrapped her arms Caz and kissed her, “So do I,” she said hornily, “Maybe we could do it together.”

“Wow, really?” Caz was excited. “That will be so much fun.”

“Fuck yeah,” Sharon eyed off Nick and Mike’s cocks and tempted though she was to join Caz for some fun, a wave of tiredness swept through her. “For now though I might just head back to bed.”

“No worries,” Caz kissed her and patted her on the arse, “Catch you for brekkie.”

With a quick glance in at Nick, Ellen and Mike, Sharon snuck back down the stairs, past the snoring torso of John before crashing into one of the men who’d been with Lisa.

“Shit,” he said softly “I didn’t expect anyone to be here.”

Sharon felt his hard cock hit her in the stomach when they collided and now he was trying to conceal it with his hands.

“Wow,” she reached out and grabbed his swollen member. “Who are you?”

“Neil,” he muttered “and you’re Sharon, right?”

“That I am,” she stroked his cock as she spoke. The adrenalin kick from bumping into him awoke her somewhat and now that same adrenalin was making her horny. “Where are you off to with this?”

“Well,” he lifted her right boob and gave her nipple a squeeze, “I woke up with this and decided to go for a wander to see if anyone was awake. I didn’t want to waste it.”

“You need not go any further,” she held the magnificent cock in her right hand and cupped his balls in her left. “I really need to fuck.” Sharon dropped into a squat and licked the underside of his eight inch cock.

“Great lord,” Neil groaned as she spat on his glans before smearing her spittle along his pole. She expertly sucked and flicked his knob as she stroked his cock to complete hardness. Without a word, Sharon then stood up and bent herself over the back of the lounge on which John was still sleeping. She lifted her right knee up on the lounge and Neil, bending slightly at the knees, quickly filled her hungry wet cunt with his rigid cock.

Sharon tried to be as quiet as she could and the noisiest part was the slopping sound of her pussy juices sluicing around Neil’s cock. Neil held her head up by grabbing her hair and gently pulling back. Neil had fantastic technique and he really filled her pussy with his meat. He bent forward and scooped one of her boobs in his hand.

“What a hot little fuck you are,” he whispered into her ear. She had to agree, she certainly was. John was still out of it even though the lounge was rocking from Neil’s perfect thrusts.

Sharon though knew what would wake him and she flung his sheet off him and grabbed his cock. Neil began fingering her arsehole as he fucked into her, first one finger, then two.

“Do you take it up the arse,” he asked.

“Not yet,” she said over her shoulder.

“We could start now,” he eagerly said. “I reckon you’d love it.”

She’s promised Marcus her anal cherry and there was no way she was going to let this big fat cock be her first anyway.

“Maybe tomorrow,” she said as John began to rouse, “Now just keep fucking me.”

“Christ, woman,” John said as Sharon pumped his cock to life. “What time is it?”

“Around three,” Neil said, “You guys were right hey, this is one insatiable little lady.”

‘Insatiable?’ Sharon thought. “Maybe I am,” she spoke out loud.

“Maybe you’re what?” John asked.

“Insatiable.”

“If I join in will you finally go to bed when it’s over?” John knew what the answer was going to be and began to climb off the lounge.

“Yes,” Sharon wet her lips in lüleburgaz escort anticipation of sucking John’s cock as Neil pounded her from behind.

“Good then,” he stood up on the lounge and stroked his cock inches away from her face. “Suck my cock then you horny little bitch.”

Gladly Sharon opened her mouth and simply let John fuck her face.

“That’s the girl,” John groaned “Take these cocks in your holes.”

All Sharon could do was emit a muffled groan as John slid his cock in and out of her slobbering mouth. Long strands of spit dribbled down off her chin and onto the sheet as he drove his cock deep into her throat.

“Wow,” John said “You really do know how to deep throat.” He pulled his slick cock out and began to wank it in front of her. Neil reached around and as he fucked her, began rubbing her clit.

“I don’t think we should hold back,” John said to Neil. “Let’s fuck her hard and fast and cum when we want.”

Neil responded by driving into her harder and sliding his cock over her bulging clit.

The feeling of his cock sliding against her clit was tremendous and when John began to squeeze her left tit it was Sharon who came first.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she called out before John silenced her with his cock. Her body shook and Neil momentarily stopped fucking her as her cunt spasmed around his thick prick.

“Cum over her face man,” Neil said, “Let’s both blow on her sexy fucking face. You’ll love that won’t you Sharon, you love cum don’t you?”

“Yeah cum in my mouth,” she goaded John, “Cum all over my face.”

“Here it comes then,” John said as his hand quickened its pace. As his cock shot a thin but fast spray of semen across her face, Neil whipped his cock out of her still twitching pussy and ran around the lounge next to the knee buckling John. Like a fledgling in a nest, Sharon opened her mouth and waited for Neil’s prong to deliver a meal.

Neil didn’t fail to deliver and his cock let loose a sizeable amount of jism over her beautiful young face. Most of it landed in her mouth and she held it there for a moment before standing back up and looking at the two men, swallowed the load straight down into her gullet.

“Man,” Neil said as he squeezed his rapidly deflating cock. “I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

“Technically,” Sharon said as she walked around to them both, “It’s already tomorrow, otherwise you my friends,” she grabbed their cocks, “will have to wait until Sunday.”

“Right,” John picked up the sheet and offered it to Sharon to wipe her face, “Okay then, now that that’s all sorted, let’s hit the sack shall we.”

Sharon refused his offer of a face wipe on his sheet and turned back towards the bathroom. She poured a sink full of warm water into the sink and lathered up some face wash before soaking the men’s effluvia off her face.

Neil followed her in and flicked the shower on. Sharon admired his fit physique as he lathered up his cock and balls. Even though clearly in his forties, Neil was fitter than many of the twenty year olds she’d fucked. Deciding to have a quick shower rather than just a face wash, Sharon sauntered over and opened the door. Stepping into the shower Neil immediately began to lather up her tits and pussy with handfuls of foam.

“I thought I may as well clean up properly,” she said as she rubbed his cock. A small bulb of jizz squeezed out so she gathered it on the tip of her index finger before sucking it into her mouth.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Neil asked. “The wild sexual abandon of the place.”

“I sure am. It would be nice to be able to keep this up with a partner though.”

“Well, Ellen and I are together.”

“Really?” she washed the suds away from his cock and admired its girth. “I never guessed.”

“Word is that you and Marcus may well team up soon.”

Sharon blushed slightly when she heard his name

“I could see that,” he continued.

“How long have you and Ellen been together?’

“Three years next month.”

“Do you go to the club at all?”

Neil shook his head and cupping some water in his hands washed the suds off Sharon’s pert, firm breasts. “We went once but Ellen didn’t like it. She feels more comfortable here in someone’s home.”

“Fair enough,” Sharon said, “It is nice here with couples and people that you can get to know a bit better.”

“Enough?” Neil asked as he placed his hand on the taps and when Sharon nodded, he flicked them off.

In a reflective silence the two dried themselves and contemplated their own desires, Neil for unrestrained fucking and hedonism, Sharon, much the same.

Neil hung the towel over a rung and held Sharon by the waist “So,” he said, “time for bed then.”

“I think so,” Sharon kissed him on the cheek and once more squeezed his cock. “I have to say, that’s one of the finest cocks I’ve ever seen. Tomorrow we’ll do it all again, okay?”

“You won’t get any argument from me, I mean, I just want you to drop to your knees and suck me off right now and then fuck you again, but hell, magosa escort it would be so much better to have others fuck you as well.”

Sharon couldn’t agree more and with a distinct bounce in her step she took her leave and meandered her way through the darkness back to the sleeping Marcus. As she lay next to him and watched the shadows of a tree play across the curtains, she comfortably let Mr Nod take her away into a dreamless sleep.

When she heard the clang of a spoon hitting the tiles in the kitchen she immediately reached over to where the snoring carcase of Marcus had been when she fell into bed. Disappointed she was when her hand fell upon an empty mattress however she did feel remarkably refreshed. Sitting up in bed she gazed across at the room opposite where Lisa had slept and it too seemed empty. Shuffling books and magazines around the bedside table she searched fruitlessly for a timepiece of some description.

She languidly stretched out and reflected on the previous evening’s activities before spinning herself off the bed. In the bright of morning she stood up and checked herself in the wardrobe mirror. The wafting aroma of bacon, interspersed with toast and ground coffee, set her stomach rumbling and she was drawn to the kitchen in search of sustenance.

“Finally,” Peter called from the kitchen as soon as he saw her enter the living area, “she arises.”

Everyone spun their heads towards Sharon as she waved her hand in greeting. “Morning all,” she yawned and stretched her arms in the sky. “What’s the time?”

Peter pointed at the clock on the wall and said “10:27.”

Shocked, Sharon stopped in her tracks and stared at the clock in disbelief. “No way,” she said, “I never sleep that late.”

“You wouldn’t wake up,” Marcus hopped out of his chair and walked over to her. “You were talking in your sleep this morning. Nothing exciting or controversial but it must have been some dream.”

“Dream?” she said “I’m sure I didn’t dream last night.”

“You kept saying you couldn’t find something.”

“Really?” she kissed him on the mouth and he embraced her tightly. “That’s weird.”

“Tea or coffee?”

Sharon had a severe need for caffeine but always started the morning with a refreshing cup of tea.

“Tea, white, no sugar.”

“One tea coming right up,” John said and flicked the kettle back on.

Ellen had been scanning the paper as Sharon walked in but she slid it across to Neil and smiled up at her.

“Hello,” she waved “I’m Ellen, we didn’t really get to meet last night.”

“Hi there Ellen,” Sharon walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Sorry, but I didn’t get to introduce myself either,” said one of the men who had come in the crowd on Friday. “I’m Phil.”

“Hi Phil,” Sharon said and then instinctively looked at his thick cock. “How’s things?”

“Things are great,” he said, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Really?” she laughed, “Already?”

“Heard all about your before dawn visit with Neil and John, witnessed your fisting with Lisa of course,” he looked her slowly up and down. “I have to say, I’m looking forward to getting to know you a lot better later on.”

Surprised to hear that everyone knew about her romp with Neil and John she comically pointed at them both. “Which one of you dobbed?” she mockingly admonished them. “How dare you portray me as some loose woman who just fucks any man she bumps into in the dead of night.”

Everyone laughed and Sharon, putting her hands on her hips, affected an affronted pose.

“Just for that, no one,” she pointed at Marcus “and I mean no one, will be getting any of this for the rest of the weekend.”

“You won’t last until lunchtime,” Nick called out from the lounge.

“She wanted to have this for her breakfast,” Marcus held his cock up at her. “Now she’ll just have to make do with bacon and eggs.”

“I’m not really hungry,” Sharon moved over to John and draped an arm around his shoulder, “Certainly not after my early morning snack.”

“More breakfast please Peter,” John slid his plate across the kitchen bench, “Looks like I’m going to need the energy.”

“Same,” Phil said and held his plate up. “I think I need lots of protein to build up the supplies.”

“No need,” Sharon pulled a stool out next to John and sat down. “As I said, you won’t be getting any of this.”

“They can use it on me then,” Ellen said and nudged Neil.

“I’m good for that,” Marcus said, “Sharon will be going home I suppose.”

All Sharon could do was stick her tongue out at him because she really was desperate for a cup of tea.

“One English Breakfast,” Peter slid the teapot across to her, “Bacon and Eggs, croissant or cereal?”

“Bacon and eggs would be great.”

With the refreshing ingestion of tea, Sharon’s synapses came to life and for the first time that morning she realised that a few of the evening’s visitors were missing.

“Where are Caz and Lisa and what’s his name, Mike?”

“Outside,” Peter nodded towards the pool. “Getting the early morning sun around the corner there.”

Sharon looked a bit more carefully now and could see some feet poking out from behind a wall. She picked up her tea and with a nod to everyone in the house, stepped outside into the sunshine. The glare from the white pavers took her by surprise and she had to squint into the brightness.

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For a myriad of reasons, the three women assembled against the back wall of the room couldn’t quite fathom what they were seeing. It was obvious that the most primal of sexual acts was getting ready to take place, but for two of them at least, Renee and Sarah, they still felt as if they were stranded in a fog of disbelief.

For Sarah it was even more disconcerting. Having led a relatively sheltered life when it came to such things, she had never so much as seen an adult movie in her life. It wasn’t a choice she set out to make, simply one that her lifestyle, and course of daily travails, never necessitated. So the brutal and blunt reality that she was sitting in a hotel suite, far from home with her third glass of scotch nursed against her bottom lip, watching one of her co-workers submit herself completely to a man she would probably never see again, was a scene that Sarah knew she’d never be able to completely rationalize.

For Patricia however, the angst ran much deeper. Even though it appeared that Tamara was drunkenly having the time of her life with the captivating man that had seduced the clothes right off of her, Patricia knew there would be a substantial price for her to pay when it was over and the eventual truth of why Will ended up in the room finally came out.

Still, there was nothing she could do. The genie was out of the bottle. As Will bent over and forced Tamara’s thighs all the way apart with his hands, each of the three women watching squirmed noticeably in their seats as their friend and co-worker arched her tiny feet high into the air, bracketing Will’s lean and muscular frame as he took his place on top of her steaming and hairless crotch.

Blindly reaching down, Will took his sturdy girth by its base and swung it like a mighty club, dropping it straight down on top of the soupy warmth of Tamara’s vaginal entrance.

“Get those legs high in the air,” Will urged before rubbing the head of his prick gently in and out of Tamara’s puckered and oily slit.

“Gonna get it nice and wet…and then…I’m gonna stick it all the way inside of you,” Will promised with syrupy intent.

Tamara’s tiny vagina spasmed and trembled from such a rigid and unforgiving presence invading its core.

“OH…GOD…Go slow,” the breathless girl begged, the whole time straining her legs higher and higher into the air to give Will as much access to her sex as she could.

Pushing forward, Will tensed slightly as he watched Tamara’s spine lurch off the mattress. Keeping one hand underneath her behind to steady his penetration angle, Will used his other hand to support Tamara’s back while he inched his seething penis deeper inside of her.

“You’re doing just fine,” he cooed, kissing her several times on the mouth and cheek, allowing Tamara to taste her own pungent arousal directly from his caressing lips.

“Damn this is…this is…something,” Renee softly mumbled.

“Uh…Huh,” Patricia shook her head in stunned agreement, still not able to fully comprehend the Hell she had unleashed.

Stealing a peek to her right to gauge Renee’s outward expression to everything that was happening, Patricia was stunned by a sudden and indescribable wildfire that surged through her soul.

“What was…that?” Patricia internally wondered as she turned her focus back to Tamara and Will on the bed.

Twisting her head and leaning to her right for a better view between the naked couple’s intertwined legs, Patricia’s mouth started to water when she saw just how graphically real it looked as Will’s savage manhood disappeared into the glowing pink target between Tamara’s girlish thighs.

“UUURRGGGHHH…AAAHHH…AAAHHHHHHHH,” Tamara groaned loudly, every muscle in her petite body now straining to manage the unforgiving mass of flesh that was snaking deep into her cunt.

“Jesus,” Renee and Patricia each blankly mumbled in unison as they watched Tamara’s arms and legs flail wildly through the air.

Several minutes passed as Will built up a painstaking and steady rhythm inside the young girl’s quim. All Tamara could do was lay there and hold on for dear life as Will fed the entire length of his dick between her constricting vaginal folds.

Just when it looked as if Tamara was going to get fucked senseless without so much as putting up a counterattack, she ratcheted her hands up to Will’s back and dug her fingernails roughly into the churning muscles surrounding his shoulder blades.

Watching as Will momentarily tensed from the pleasurable pain of having his sweaty skin raked, Patricia swallowed hard and found herself scooting forward in her seat, the heat of her own crotch feeling like a freshly stoked fire burning beneath her.

A sexual stalemate played out on the bed for just an instant between Will and Tamara, until he realized what the suddenly re-energized brunette was attempting to do.

Pinching the lower third of his penis between his fingers of his left hand to hold it in place inside of Tamara, Will scooped the tarsus escort girl’s torso up off the mattress with his right, holding her tightly against his chest as he tilted their collective weight to the side. Once Will was able to balance himself, he flipped over onto his naked behind, assuming the same spot on the scattered sheets where Tamara had just been laying.

Keeping his cock wedged inside of Tamara’s vagina the entire time he made the switch of position, Will finally rocked back and let out a sigh of admiration as he looked up at Tamara tettering on top of him.

“OOOHH…GOODDDD,” Tamara loudly gulped, feeling Will’s steely appendage stretching her genital muscles to the max from the force of gravity that came with sitting on top of his crotch.

“I’ve…never…felt…anything…so…deep,” Tamara’s withering voice crumbled as she tried desperately to build up a pelvic rhythm.

Her thrusts were scattered and awkward at best however do to the blinding flash of sensation that overwhelmed her each time she moved her pussy against Will’s rigid rod.

“Just take your time Baby…take your time…you can get him,” Patricia found herself coaching Tamara from behind, hating the look of cocksure arrogance etched across Will’s handsome face as he watched Tamara squirm and quiver on top of him.

“She just looks…so small…on top of him…just like a little girl trying to ride a horse for the first time,” Renee noted as she and Patricia shared a fleeting glance of lurid appreciation for what they were witnessing.

Guiding his hands up to Tamara’s chest, Will slipped his fingertips underneath the pink bra straps that loosely hung from her shaking arms and worked them all the way down. Taking the lacy cups and wire mesh support between his fingers, Will next inched the front of Tamara’s bra all the way down until it wrapped tightly around her narrow waist.

With her tits completely exposed, Will hurriedly extended his palms out and cupped Tamara’s bosom until each of her small white orbs had been engulfed into his hands.

Kneading her breasts as she frantically lurched above, Will bucked his hips upwards off the bed each time Tamara tried to slam her pussy down on his prick.

“OOHH…GGAAWWWDDD…FUCK ME,” Tamara mewed helplessly, suspended on top of Will’s crotch, her knees straddled out to each side as if she had become stuck on some sort of ruthless sex machine.

“Is that what you want…for me to fuck you and make you cum …right here in front of your friends?” Will spat back, thumbing the girl’s juicy and ripe nipples as he savored the feel of her vaginal walls trying to choke the life from his virile manhood.

“Fuck him back Tamara…come one…fuck him back,” Patricia anxiously muttered up to the bed, causing Will to turn his head towards her and sneer.

Taking one of his hands off of Tamara’s chest, Will reached around her back and graphically pointed and rubbed at his swollen balls, showing the three women watching from behind just how much of their co-worker’s liquod lust had oozed out of her cunt, down the crack of her tiny ass and all over his aroused genitals.

Renee and Sarah each felt a strange sensation in the pits of their stomach when they saw the way Patricia was seeming to root Tamara on as if she had some sort of deeper interest in the way the young girl was being treated on the bed. It wasn’t until much later that the two unknowing women would come to grips with the depth of their boss’ depraved lust.

As if buoyed by some sort of carnal second wind, Tamara did in fact start to show some life of her own on top of Will’s pistoning thrusts. Clenching her eyelids tightly shut and mashing her teeth together, Tamara baptized herself in the determination to give Will the best fuck he had ever had.

Slapping both her hands down on top of his pecs for support, Tamara dug her fingernails into Will’s chest hair as she began to use her pussy as a weapon right back at him.

Twisting her vaginal muscles with every fiber of her barely 100 pound being, Tamara seemingly tried to rip Will’s rock solid joint off from the root and swallow it up inside of her.

“UURRGGAAAHHHHH,” Will gasped suddenly, shocked by the primal transformation that had come over the diminutive girl humping his groin.

“FUCK ME…FUCK ME…FFUUCCKKK MMMEEEE…FUCK ME YOU SONOFABITCH,” Tamara spat down, this time in a voice from deep within her bowels.

Each of Tamara’s assembled friends began to blush and tighten their already clamped thighs together when they heard the demonic traces of Tamara’s deep-seeded lust bleed to the surface.

On and on the frantic couple went for several minutes, the vibrations of the tortured bedframe underneath them sounding like a rickety old Cessna attempting to take off as Tamara and Will pounded each other towards oblivion.

For just a fleeting instant, Patricia thought her bet with Will would be won. Feeling her spine tingle and enthusiasm tatvan escort crest when she saw the way Will’s Adam’s apple bobbed and his entire body tensed, Patricia was sure the sight of his erupting cock would only be a moment away.

“Goddamnit cum…WILL…CUM GODDAMNIT!” Patricia screamed to herself, wedging her hand further down between her numb legs to try and quell the burning but unreachable itch festering inside.

Just when it seemed Will was passing the point of no return however, he tightened his grip on Tamara’s tits with his left hand while allowing his right to quickly drop down to where his cock was slicing open the girl’s flaming hot womb.

Clumsily extending his index and middle fingers, Will pressed them against Tamara’s vaginal entrance as well, using them like talons tearing at the girl’s bulging clit.

Instantly, Tamara’s head rocked backwards and a gurgling spasm bellowed from her lips.

“NOOOOOO,” Patricia mind screamed, feeling as if the proverbial rug had been pulled out from underneath her.

“FFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKK… FFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKKK… FFFFUUUCCCCKKKKKKK… AAAHHHHHHHHFFFUUUCCCKKKK” Tamara cried helplessly, her head swinging back and forth to the point that her long luxurious hair looked like a waving pompom as Will forced her over the edge.

Watching as Tamara’s shivering body swayed aimlessly to each side at the same time her vaginal muscles shuddered and choked around his embedded cock, Will hastily squeezed it off at the base to keep it from spewing as he allowed the young girl’s release to blissfully run its course.

When he finally saw Tamara’s lithe body go completely limp on top of him and her chin dropped like a lead weight down against the top of her chest, he knew she had reached empty. Cringing noticeably when he pulled his fully erect and unfulfilled cock out of Tamara’s still quivering sheath, Will lifted his back off the mattress slightly and helped Tamara down until she collapsed into a spent pile of naked humanity, to his left, on the bed.

“You are one fantastic fuck,” Will whispered into the girl’s beet red ear with genuine honesty, internally amazed that he had been able to withstand everything Tamara had given of herself.

Leaning back to catch his breath, Will gazed across the room and stroked his majestically erect cock as he made eye contact with Patricia, showing her that Even though his battle hardened pride and joy was more than a little greasy, it was still ready to go to collect on her failed offer.

What Will didn’t expect to see however, was the specter of a shadowy and cautious figure approaching the edge of the bed to his right.

“Well…Well…Well,” Will brazenly coughed, blinking his eyes several times to make sure what he was seeing was real.

* * * * * *

Having steeled himself the entire course of events with Tamara to save the lust brewing inside of his balls for Patricia, after he won the bet , even someone who had seen most everything sexually tangible as Will was caught off guard by the presence of the oldest woman of the group, the married one Sarah, standing pensively beside the bed.

“She’s just there to check on her friend,” the rational part of Will’s mind assumed as he stole a quick peek over at Tamara laying there, curled up in a modified fetal position as she exhaustedly nuzzled the bed sheets below.

As the seconds dragged by however and Sarah remained as still as a statue above him, Will couldn’t help but notice she was staring at the same thing the other three women in the room were, the rigid slab of fleshy granite that continued to rise mightily from his loins.

Reaching his right hand down to massage his sagging balls, Will then slowly traced his fingertips along the bottom edge of his cock, his insides fizzing with a strange and perverse arousal as he watched the way the married woman’s dark blue eyes followed it.

Rolling his fingers teasingly around the spongy, helmet shaped head of his penis, Will’s adrenaline started to pump when he saw the way Sarah’s lips began to quiver at the same time each of her pointed nipples became visible through the front of her sheer dress.

“You want to touch me don’t you?” Will smirked, watching with morbid fascination as Sarah anxiously rung her soft white, trembling hands together.

A cosmic hush had settled over everyone in the room, each wondering what effects the next few seconds would have on the rest of Sarah’s life.

“It had to be the Scotch,” Sarah would later tell herself, the only plausible reason why she would throw 20 years of faithful allegiance to her Husband down the drain. Or the simple fact that witnessing what she just had between two young, vibrant and virile people, any normal and healthy person couldn’t help but become aroused by what they saw.

But SHE was the one standing by the bed like a starving female pup, seemingly in a trance as Will slowly pumped his bristling erection.

“You’re the one tavşanlı escort standing here Sarah,” she dejectedly told herself. “Not Patricia…Not Renee…It’s you.”

“Come on…,” Will urged softly. “I see the way your looking at it…I know you want to touch it.”

“N…No,” Sarah replied, her voice trailing away ashamedly.

Will continued to luridly swing his swollen phallus through the air, watching with determined glee as Sarah’s eyeballs bounced side to side in their sockets following it.

“I can see your mouth watering from here,” Will cryptically added, an electrical charge of power shooting through his nerve endings when he watched Sarah’s eyelids close in near surrender at the sound of his voice.

“I can’t…I can’t…I ca…,” Sarah stuttered, her voice trailing away again, this time drawing completely mute as she vaguely felt the hem of her knee length skirt shift slightly.

Unable to make eye contact with Will beneath her, all Sarah could focus on when she opened her eyes was Tamara’s disheveled outline on the bed, and Sarah felt an overwhelming jealousy of what it must feel like to be her younger friend at that moment, so exhausted and thoroughly reamed from a brutal round of sex, that she literally couldn’t move two parts of her body at the same time.

“I can’t,” Sarah tried to beg once more, this time her mind blanking out as Will’s hand and forearm disappeared between her legs.

The only one of the four women that had decided to wear a skirt that evening, Sarah had bought a summery tan and cream colored number on clearance a few months back Even though she knew she probably wouldn’t get a chance to wear it at home, in Memphis, until at least early April of next year. When she had found out she would be making the trip to Tampa however, on a lark Sarah decided to bring the dress with her and threw it on before her and the girls went out for drinks that night.

The decision to wear that dress instead of something slightly more covering may have been her final undoing.

Grasping for every last bit of crumbling willpower she could find, any chance Sarah could pull herself back from the brink exploded in a blinding flash of light inside her head when Will’s probing fingers collided with her steaming pussy.

Forgoing pantyhose when she got dressed earlier that evening because of the humid Tampa climate, when Will’s hand crept all the way up her skirt, the only thing protecting the pulsing lips of her aroused vagina was a pair of dampened cotton panties.

“NNNNN…NNNAAHHHHH,” Sarah yelped, looking as if she were drowning in her own inner struggle between morality and decrepit lust.

It was a struggle not lost on anyone in the room either as they collectively watched Sarah’s trembling legs begin to bend towards floor, her body seeming to succumb to the angst and unquenched need that had long been secretly swirling inside her.

And with each inch Sarah’s knees bent lower, Will kept his concealed hand firmly in place between her legs, his palm wedged snugly against the very thing Sarah had sworn never to share with anyone else, when she made her marital vows 20 years before.

Seated directly across the bed from Sarah, it appeared to both Patricia and Renee that their friend and co-worker had stepped into a pool of quicksand as she slipped helplessly into her carnal abyss.

Just as Sarah’s will to fight was about to give out, Patricia and Renee were each sure they had seen either a plea for help or desire for forgiveness in Sarah’s eyes as her knees touched the floor.

Seeing Sarah’s body go limp from relief when her knees pressed into the plush carpet below, Will corkscrewed his embedded hand between the older woman’s thighs and steadily worked her panties off her crotch until he was able to manipulate the soft garment down to her knees.

“Don’t make me…pl…pl…please…don’t make me do…this?” Sarah begged from her knees, her whole body trembling now as the cool air from the hotel’s air conditioning rushed and swirled up her raised skirt against her now unsheathed vagina.

“I’m not…making you …do anything,” Will sarcastically rebuked, before nudging Sarah’s knees off the floor, one by one, so he could completely remove the married woman’s underwear.

Slipping the elastic band of Sarah’s panties off each of her ankles, Will slowly balled the lewd trophy into his fist and raised them to his chest, kneaded them in front of Sarah’s defeated face as if the panties were only the first thing he was about to take from her.

Unable to fight the inner battle a second longer, Sarah’s hands dropped to the edge of the mattress, giving her the appearance of a young girl kneeling bedside, late at night, saying her prayers as Will’s straining erection rose mightily above her line of sight.

“Suck it,” Will plainly offered, the words cutting Sarah to the core of her soul.

Reaching down with his right hand, Will softly rubbed his fingers through the married woman’s short, neatly trimmed dark blonde and slightly salt and peppered hair.

“Spread your lips Sarah…and wrap them around my cock,” Will demanded a second time, using his left hand to gracefully pump his dick, causing it to seemingly inhale and exhale directly in front of Sarah’s ashen face.

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My wife and I were coming up on our fifth wedding anniversary and she suggested that we take a trip with just the two of us. We are both on our second marriage and we both have a child from our previous marriage. We normally travel with them, so it was a little of an unusual request for her but it also made sense being that it was our 5 year anniversary. Our children are older so letting them stay with their respective other parent was an easy solution to being able to travel alone. When we travel I usually go along for the ride, meaning my wife does most of the planning. That isn’t to say I am a pacifist in the relationship, I am just fine to defer travel planning to her and I trust her opinions on what we will both enjoy. She told me she found a resort in Mexico that was adults only and geared toward “the sexually liberated.”

I asked what that meant and she explained that based on what she read it wasn’t like one of the famous Jamaican sex resorts, but that it was adults only and that the people that go tend to be uninhibited, there are very few rules including clothing optional, and from what she read people go there to have fun. I was a little confused and asked what she had hoped to get out of it. We have a good marriage and I thought we were both very happy and satisfied (an opinion my wife later strongly affirmed on her end too), so I wasn’t sure what she was suggesting this for. I was kind of thrown off a little bit and also nervous about agreeing since I didn’t know what to expect. She just said she didn’t know and wasn’t sure herself, but that she thought it might be fun to try. I asked her what trying meant, and she just said going there and experiencing the environment. I asked what I should prepare myself for, meaning did she have any possible outcomes in mind. I think I was probably sounding insecure, so I stopped the line of questions.

Later that night we were having a glass of wine after dinner and my wife said that if I was uncomfortable we would do something else. I said I didn’t know whether to be comfortable or uncomfortable because she wasn’t explaining what she was hoping to do on this trip. She then said that she thought it might be fun to try going topless in public. She then asked if I would be okay with that. I thought about it and reasoned that we would be around people that we would never see again, and I thought it might be kind of erotic and maybe stimulating to see my wife naked in front of other people. I asked if she would have any expectations of me, and said I didn’t want to be nude in public. Not that I am miniscule or anything but I definitely don’t meet the threshold for public nudity.

So we agreed to go. As the date neared I was looking forward but also getting nervous. I think I was feeling insecure more than anything. My dick isn’t embarrassingly small when it is hard, maybe kind of a small average, but when it’s soft it can go from okay to something that I definitely wouldn’t want anyone seeing. And I was getting worried that she would try to get me to go nude. I reinforced to her that I didn’t want to do that and she said she was completely fine with that. On the plane we talked about rules, what we would and wouldn’t do. And as the flight went on, and we had more airplane bottles, we got more and more relaxed with the rules. It became a 5 hour foreplay session.

When we got to the hotel the vibe was very casual and easy going. I noticed that the resort staff were themselves dressed in a sexy way, which created a vibe. As we walked in I looked out to the left where there was a pool and I could see that a lot of people were naked. I couldn’t see well due to where the sun was (in my face) but I could make out the general outline.

It was getting late in the day – maybe a half an hour before sunset, but it was still very hot out so my wife suggested that we go down to the pool and hang out at the pool bar for a while. We got ourselves set up in our room and headed down. The regular bar was packed but the swim up bar had a few open seats so we went in the water and went over to it. When we sat down, I noticed that the area that the bartenders made the drinks was up a few steps, and they would drop down a few steps to bring you your drink. melikgazi escort I got to thinking about what a strange setup it was, and then I realized that it was designed to put the bartender’s asses at your eye level, and I also noticed it was a very attractive bartending team. Both the women and the men. I definitely didn’t object to the view, and before we knew it we were a few drinks in. There must have been a shift change or something since the people that were around the bar were slowly disappearing and there was a new group coming in.

There were 5 bartenders in the swim up bar. Earlier there were four women and one man, and all but one of them was attractive (one of the women was a little bit too overweight to be my type, although she had a nice face). The new shift reversed the ratio and now we had 4 men and one woman, with another woman coming in and out bringing supplies. The outfits for the women were very tight fitting but sheer cotton (or some similar fabrik) dresses, and the men wore tight fitting knee length white shorts and fitted polos. On a few of the men I could see that they were large and the outline of their cocks was pretty visible, and I was feeling a little uncomfortable at first. Maybe embarrassed is a better word. I kind of looked over at my wife to see if she was noticing and I saw her glance at the guy standing in front of us shaking a drink a few times.

He came down and poured my wife’s drink and he asked where we were from (outside of Chicago) He said wow, I’m from Detroit. Over the next hour or so we had a conversation about how much the northern midwest had changed, and he seemed comforted by having a sense of home. My wife is in her late thirties and I am in my early forties, and I would estimate that the bartender is in his early or mid thirties. I say this because my wife asked me how old I thought he was, and I asked her why. She said she was just curious, but I thought there might be more to it. She was getting more and more flirtatious with him and became less polite about hiding her glances from me (but she was also getting more tipsy and I think she felt liberated by our conversation on the plane). And I will admit that as this went on, I started being turned on by what I was seeing and I was kind of reachin acceptance with the thought that something would happen.

It was late and we wound up going upstairs, but my wife was hot and bothered and we fooled around for a while. As I was using my hand on her I asked her if she liked Darren (the bartender) and she asked if it was okay if she said yes. And I just said it is not only okay, I want you to give me the first unfiltered thing that comes to your mind. She said yes. I asked what she liked about him and she said he had a very nice butt and legs. I asked what else, and she said that it looked like his zipper was having to work hard to stay closed with the pressure he was putting on it. We talked like that for a while longer and she had a very good orgasm. So did I.

The next day we got up early (we actually went to bed pretty early all things considered) and did a bunch of things around the resort. We went down to the beach for a while and there were lots of naked people, both men and women. My wife finally got to take her top off and I found that very arousing. It was sexy seeing her be unencumbered and openly sexual. It was fun people watching and it was fun seeing some of the women naked, but I was definitely feeling inadequate as most of the men that were naked were well endowed. Several obscenely well endowed and my wife made a few flirtatious comments. Later she said that she was feeling aroused being around all of this nakedness.

We had an afternoon snorkel cruise booked, and we left to go find the boat. We got there a little early so we went to the little cabana bar and got a beer. A few minutes later the boat pulled in and we went over and got on. It was only 3 other couples that loaded on, but then who came on the boat but our friend Daniel. He was apparently on boat duty for that cruise (not the driver, that was someone else). Daniel welcomed us warmly and treated us like friends. He gave my wife a particularly strong drink at her request and then we started nearing the snorkel spot. He started handing our snorkel bags with flippers and mask, menemen escort and my wife took off her coverup. I saw Daniel look her over with interest, and I looked away so as to not interfere with whatever process was happening. We all got in the water after listening to the rules, and after about 5 minutes into the dive my wife said that she didn’t feel great and wanted to go back to the boat. I asked her if he wanted me to go and she said that it was okay. To enjoy myself. The second she said that I know that she wanted to flirt with Daniel and I realized I was getting hard and nervously excited. Not that I thought anything was going to happen on the boat, but it was just kind of a situation developing.

I snorkeled around for another 40 mins or so and headed back to the boat. My wife was sitting with her legs up on the cooler but still no cover up on. Darren was sitting across from her split legged and a very noticeable bulge, and I suddenly went back to feeling kind of insecure. People started showing back up and Darren handed everyone fruity drinks with rum as they got back on. On the ride back my wife told me that Darren asked if we wanted to see some cool parts of the peninsula. He was off and was going to meet some friends. We agreed. Darren picked us up in an open air jeep and we had a great time. We met some friends of his that had all terrain vehicles and Darran had my wife get on the back of the one he was riding and I sat in more of a dune buggy looking one with his friend. We got there first and Darren and my wife pulled up 15 seconds later and my wife’s hands were down around Darren’s stomach resting on his thighs, and her hands were even lower. I wondered if she allowed herself to slip, and wondered how she was feeling. I didn’t get a chance to ask her because we were off again.

Later as Darren was dropping us off my wife asked him if he wanted to join us for a drink. He did and we went into the little covered patio behind our bungalow. My wife got changed and came out in short shorts and a thin cotton belly shirt with no bra, and her nipples were visible through the material, I wondered if she realized how visible they were. Here again I got a little hard at the situation. My wife grabbed some cards and said let’s play a drinking game. She told us the rules and the last rule was the loser of the round had to take off a piece of clothes. Darren looked at me I guess to see if I approved, and I looked at her (not saying anything) and then she started dealing the cards. Of course I lost the first round and took off my shirt. Darren lost the next round and my wife said I want to pick the garment. He again looked at me and I just smiled to kind of signify it was okay, And she said “your shorts.” He slid his shorts down and he was wearing bikini briefs and my god did I feel inadequate since his cock appeared huge. But I was also really excited about seeing my wife see another man naked in the next few minutes.

My emotions were complicated and the whole situation was almost electrically charged. I don’t think I had ever felt that aware and alert and excited all at once. But I was definitely getting in the mood and was getting kind of aroused myself. Finally my wife lost and she asked Darren what he wanted her to take off. He laughed and asked why it felt like only he and her had special rules and she said because I’m the lady and you’re a guest. Darren was feeling a bit sheepish I think and said your sandals. She said I’m not wearing sandals so he said your shorts. So she stood up and pulled down her shorts. I then lost and took off my shorts, but I was a lot more humble in my movement and didn’t stand there showing myself off for what felt like 30 seconds like he did. Then my wife lost again and Darren named her shirt as the garment to lose. She took her shirt off pretty slow and I will say that when her breasts fell out of her shirt I went into full oh my god this is a fucking awesome experience mode. Darren took a good look at them and then looked at me nervously. I said don’t be nervous, we are all having fun here.

Next Darren lost and my wife said “take it out.” He stood up and started sliding down his bikini briefs and then his cock fell out and it was something out of a porn movie. Probably 6 inches long, completely soft and about meram escort as thick as a vacuum hose. And he went to sit back down and my wife said wait. Come over here. As he got near her she just reached her hand out and grabbed it and I didn’t even know what to do. I immediately felt like an intruder. My wife kind of gently pulled him closer by his dick which was starting to get hard. My wife looked at me and I was just staring back at her with a devilish and probably lustful grin and she reached down with her mouth and took his dick into it. Darren got fully erect in seconds and it was very long and very thick around. I would guess 9 or 10 inches. My wife had him sit down and continued working on him there. I was at a loss for what to do so I walked into the house feeling like I needed to give her space. I watched what I could through the glass door. I was so turned on by this that I started taking care of myself with my hand right there. My wife then led Darren into the house and as she walked by me she grabbed my hand and then stopped me short of the couch, like she was putting me in a good position to watch. She laid down and kind of pulled Darren on top of her and his cock was fully hard. My wife was on her back on the couch and Darren was kneeling on the floor. He kind of laid his cock on her stomach, and for a second it gave me a visual of how far he would go into her if he put it in. It went half way up her stomach, and seeing suck a thick hard cock laying on my wifes soft stomach and on her pussy was almost too much to stand there and just watch. Then he started pulling back and the head of his cock was inching closer to her pussy. He then rubbed it up and down and I noticed that the tip of his cock was immediately soaked. My wife was dripping wet.

He slowly started sliding his cock in her and I watched my wife’s face. Part surprised at the feeling, part delighted, part fear, and part carnal pleasure. She jumped when he first put it in and then had to hold him so he couldn’t go all the way in. By the sounds she was making she was seriously enjoying it and I could see where her hand was stopping the depth of his thrust, and she was slowly letting more and more of him into her. Then he turned her over and she was kneeling on the rug and laying on the couch and he started taking her from behind. I could hear in her voice that she was going to have an orgasm, and she did about 30 seconds later. And it sounded like a very good one. He kept fucking her and then Turned her over again and started fucking her on the ground missionary style. A few minutes later I could tell she was going to cum again, and she did. Also sounded like a good one.

Then he sat on the couch and she sat on him facing him, and she kind of squirmed in his lap for a while and then I realized after another 5 minutes that she was going to come again, but I could tell that he was also getting close to coming, He asked her where he should cum and she just started saying don’t stop, don’t stop, He again asked her where he should cum and she again said don’t stop and I could tell that they were both going to cum, and then they did at the same time in what seemed like a really eclectic experience. I hate to say it but her and I never had an experience like that. He came right inside my wife, and my mind ran through a whole range of feelings about this but I landed on I really need to cum. My wife started pulling me to her but I said I wanted to wait until Darren left, and he got the point. He started collecting his things and left after an exchange of that was funs and goodbyes.

I grabbed my wife by the hand and took her into the bedroom, and I was already oak hard and I slid into her. She was very wet and I realized she had a lot of cum in her. As I pulled my dick out I looked down and I could see I was coated in his cum and it was making my wife’s pussy very wet. I tried to hold out and to make her cum (which she does very rarely) but I couldn’t last. She started telling me how good Darren felt and I came almost instantly when she said it. I don’t think I have ever had an orgasm that good, or where that much cum came out of me, in my whole life.

After we got back home, my wife and I were fooling around one night. She then told me that when she was on the boat she fooled around with Darren when the captain’s back was to them. I asked what happened and she said he played with her breasts and she played with his cock on top of his pants and had just taken it out of his shorts to give him a blow job when she saw me swimming back up.

Now I can’t wait to go back. I feel like we have had a sexual awakening.

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Charlie’s ’65 Oldsmobile was big and luxurious. There was room in the front seat for a whole family and room for all their furniture in the back. Ethan hardly felt the bump when Charlie drove into the parking lot of the Playhouse, one of those new, upscale men’s entertainment places.

Right away, a smartly dressed valet rushed out to meet them. He trotted to Charlie’s side of the car.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” he said.

Charlie started to explain why they didn’t need to have their car parked, but a woman’s voice cut him off.

“That’s my ride, Frank,” she said.

Frank turned to look at her, and she emerged into the glow of the headlights.

So this was Lena. Ethan’s mouth fell open. He watched her walk toward the car in the glow of the headlights. This wasn’t a girl they were picking up. This was a woman.

“My God. Great idea to pick her up,” Ethan said.

“Thanks.”

Lena was tall and redheaded and had long legs encased in pale stockings that went up to her mid-thigh, held up by garter straps. She strutted confidently, smiling as she approached the car. She said something to Frank the valet, patted his cheek, and continued toward the car.

Everything about her bounced as she walked. Her tiny, super-short pink skirt bounced, revealing glimpses of her tiny, frilly white panties and the garter belt. Her thick, big head of wavy, dark red hair bounced and swayed around her glowing face. Her plump, round breasts bounced, barely contained by the tight, tissue-paper thin cutoff tank top. She wore no bra beneath it, and her dark nipples were visible through it, as obvious as the sun on a cloudless day. Her face was childlike. She had lovely, large, brown eyes, a tiny nose, and full lips. The lower lip was heavier, more sensual than the upper lip. Her waist was narrow, her hips flared out beautifully, and her legs were long and strong. She looked like she had just stepped off the stairway from heaven.

She came to Ethan’s side of the car and leaned in his open window.

“Hi Charlie. Thanks for picking me up,” she said.

“No problem, Lena. This is Ethan,” Charlie said.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” Ethan said, and struggled to keep himself from looking down the front of her shirt.

“Where do we go?” Charlie said.

“Down by the Harrison docks,” Lena said.

“Ok. Get in.”

Lena lifted the handle on the passenger door and pulled it open. Ethan started to get out, but Lena put her hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t get out. I’ll slide in between you two,” she said.

Ethan pressed himself into the seat to give her as much room as he could. Lena put her foot in the car, flipped the back of the tiny skirt up, revealing the back of her panties, plopped her soft ass in his lap, and closed the door. Ethan put his hands around her slender waist and felt her delicious warmth and softness. Charlie started the car and drove off.

Lena squirmed her ass on Ethan’s lap and looked at him.

“You have a hard on,” she said.

She pressed her soft cheeks on his erection. The stiff ridge of his penis found its way between her cheeks.

“And a big one, too.” She looked across at Charlie. “You didn’t tell me this boy was hung.”

“Didn’t I? Must have slipped my mind,” Charlie said.

“I’m sure it did,” Lena said, and slid off Ethan’s lap onto the seat between the two guys.

“So who is this guy we’re going to see?” Ethan said.

“He’s a deadhead I know from years ago. If I blow him, he’ll give me an ounce of hash,” Lena said.

“He’s not a cop, is he?” Ethan said.

Lena laughed. “Benton? A cop? That’s good. He’s too wasted to be a cop.” She laughed again and put her hand on Ethan’s thigh, feeling his erection. “Damn that’s big. How come you never told me your friend was built like a truck?” she said to Charlie, while she looked into Ethan’s eyes.

Charlie shrugged. “You never asked.”

“Of course not. Nice girls don’t ask things like that.”

“Nice girls don’t have to ask,” Ethan said.

Lena appeared to be scrutinizing him.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” she said.

“No.”

“I didn’t think so.” She looked down at her hand on his thigh then back up at his eyes. “Are you gay?”

“No,” Ethan said.

She leaned closer. “I didn’t mean anything by that gay stuff. I just wanted to make sure before I, you know, tried anything.” She squeezed his erection.

“What would you have done if I was gay?”

Lena shrugged. “Not much, I guess. Not much I can do. I’ve tried to fix gay guys, but it never works. I hate it when guys go gay on me. It’s such a waste of manhood. So when are you going to let me see this tool? Or are you gonna keep it a secret from me all night?”

“Right here?” Ethan said.

“Yes. Right here.”

Her fingers unfastened the button on his jeans. He straightened his legs to allow her to pull the zipper down.

“How did you guys meet? I didn’t think many high school guys dated strippers,” he said.

The zipper finally gave way and Lena reached into his jeans. Ethan sucked in yenibosna escort his breath when her cold fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“Oh my,” she sighed.

“We’ve known each other for years. Lena was my sister’s best friend from grade school,” Charlie said.

“Until she got married and moved to Tampa,” Lena said. She pulled Ethan’s penis out of his pants like she was pulling a dangerous snake out of a bag. It came free and she gasped. “Oh my goodness.”

Her hand moved slowly up and down his shaft.

“So what happened?” Ethan said.

“When we were kids, Lena and my sister would hold me down and do all sorts of crap to me like rub mud in my face and make me eat bugs.”

“It was a lot of fun,” Lena said, and grinned at Ethan.

Charlie went on. “Then they started taking my clothes off and stuffing things down my underwear.”

“That was when it got good,” Lena said.

“That was when we both discovered I had an erection,” Charlie said. “They had me tied down and pulled off my underwear and played with it until I came.”

“It shocked all of us,” Lena said, shaking her head.

“How old were you?” Ethan said.

“Lisa and I were sixteen or seventeen. He was about thirteen.”

“Thirteen and a half,” Charlie said.

“Fine. Thirteen and a half.”

“What happened after that?” Ethan said.

“We made him fuck us,” Lena said.

“Over and over.”

“That doesn’t sound too rough,” Ethan said.

“It wasn’t,” they said together, and laughed.

“And Lena and I have been doing it ever since,” Charlie said.

Lena sighed. “And it got better and better as he got bigger and bigger.” She put her left hand in Charlie’s lap and stroked his thigh. “Two guys with hard-ons. What’s a girl supposed to do?”

“I can think of something,” Ethan said, and reached for her waist.

“Don’t get started with anything. We’re here,” Charlie said, turning the car down a gravel driveway.

Ethan groaned, and released Lena.

“Why couldn’t you drive slower?” he said.

“You guys could have got in the back seat,” Charlie said. He shut off the car. “Now put your pants back on. I don’t think this guy’ll give us anything if you’re naked.”

Lena looked at Charlie, trying to be serious while Ethan crammed his penis back into his pants, but she giggled. Charlie looked deadly serious for a moment, then laughed with her. Ethan looked up at them. They were both looking at him. He blushed.

“Oh, aren’t you so cute,” Lena said, placing her hand on his cheek. “I don’t think I ever saw a guy blush before.”

“Oh great,” Ethan said.

He quickly let himself out to finish pulling up his pants. Lena and Charlie got out and started toward the house. Ethan followed them, walking awkwardly without being able to bend his right leg all the way.

Lena led them to the door of a small, dark two-story apartment building. Most of the windows along the side were dark, and it was quiet enough that Ethan could hear the water from the river lapping against the shore. He paused for a moment to look up at the shining moon.

He heard Lena speaking, then heard the door buzzer. She opened the door.

“Come on,” she said.

Ethan slipped in behind Charlie.

Lena had already started up the stairs. Charlie was right behind her. Ethan couldn’t help stare up at Lena’s gorgeous ass. The white strip of her lacy panties was crammed between her soft, round cheeks, and the tiny skirt bounced off her ass with each step she climbed. As she turned and made her way up the second flight of stairs, he peeled his eyes away and shook his head. She looked great. The stiffness between his legs was now a dull, excruciating ache, dying to feel itself pressed between those soft cheeks. He began up the stairs.

Lena was knocking on one of the apartment doors when he reached the second floor landing. He was feeling sillier and sillier about all of this the closer he got to the apartment. There was nothing like getting busted for a drug deal to ruin his chances of playing pro hockey. He would much rather skip the hash and get Lena into bed.

Ethan got to the apartment door. Lena and Charlie were waiting for someone to open it. Lena knocked again. They could hear music from inside, a Van Morrison song. Lena and Charlie looked at each other. She shook her head.

“He does this every time,” Lena said, and knocked again. “He gets so stoned he can hardly think straight. I hope he hasn’t done that tonight. He knows I’m coming over.”

She knocked again. Ethan stared at her. How often did she do this?

Finally the door opened. It swung open slowly, revealing the interior of the apartment a little at a time. But the person on the other side of the door was not a guy, but a girl. Her face was obscured by her long, straight hair and dark sunglasses. She wore an old, faded football jersey with the number 32 on it and a tattered pair of jeans. She was barefoot.

“Who are you?” the girl said in a slurred voice.

“I’m here to see Benton,” Lena said.

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Lena shrugged and they followed her in.

The room was bathed in a dim, reddish light and reeked of pot smoke. The Van Morrison music was no more than a poorly balanced drone with the bass turned way too high.

They stepped through a doorway draped with beads. A grubby looking guy in a chair against the far wall jumped up immediately.

“Lena,” he shouted, and ran up to hug her.

The girl who let them in sat down on a beanbag beside another equally grubby looking guy and ignored everyone else in the room. The guy beside her, whose long, orangish hair was pulled back in a ponytail, seemed oblivious to the planet he was on.

Benton, who had shaggy, curly hair and was wearing a baggy, paisley-printed shirt, was whispering in Lena’s ear. She giggled and nodded.

“Have a seat, guys,” she said, waving absently in the direction of Ethan and Charlie, and walked off holding Benton’s hand.

Ethan looked around. The only thing to sit on was a pair of beat up beanbags. Lena and Benton returned to Benton’s armchair and she settled on his lap like a daughter waiting for a bedtime story from her father. Benton wore a grin so big it told the rest of the world to fuck off, he had a hot babe in his lap.

Ethan got the point. He picked a beanbag and sat. Charlie sat in the other. Between them was a low table with a lamp and an ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts and chewed bubblegum.

The red haired guy and the girl with the sunglasses were smoking a joint, and Lena and Benton seemed to be absorbed in themselves, laughing at things they were telling each other. There was a tv next to the other guy and girl and Ethan would have loved to turn it on to watch anything, but he didn’t feel too comfortable about getting up to turn it on. He doubted it worked, anyway.

The girl got up, went into the kitchen and returned a moment later with a bottle of Pepsi. She opened the bottle and handed it to the red haired guy, who passed her the joint. She took a deep hit and passed it back to him, and stood there in the middle of the room, moving to the music. Ethan wouldn’t have minded a cold Coke, and he was pretty sure Charlie wouldn’t have minded, either. However, neither the guy nor the girl seemed too interested in sharing what they had. It gave him an uneasy feeling this was going to take all night.

Lena had changed her position on Benton’s lap. She was straddling him, facing him. Her arms were up over her head and she was writhing, like she was giving him a lapdance. His hands were on her hips, just under her skirt.

For a moment, Ethan felt a pang of anger and jealousy, but he didn’t know why. Sure, he would have done anything to be in that guy’s position right then, watching this gorgeous woman writhe on his lap, but what should he care? She wasn’t his girlfriend. He had no reason to feel jealous, and she wasn’t trying to make him feel jealous. So why was he jealous?

The girl with the sunglasses grabbed the bottom of her jersey and slowly pulled it off over her head while she swung her hips to the music. Ethan and Charlie looked at each other.

She was naked under the shirt, and skinny. Her bony ribs and small breasts made her look undernourished. She unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor. She wasn’t wearing panties, either. She looked like a young, bony, awkward girl, except that she moved like a woman. She certainly wasn’t ugly, she just wasn’t like Lena’s kind of sexy.

He turned his attention back to Lena. She had got up and was holding Benton’s hand, helping him out of the chair and leading him through the drape of beads over the doorway into his bedroom. Ethan sighed. So much for integrity.

The skinny girl was still naked, except for her sunglasses, and she was working on the red haired guy’s pants. The way he was sucking on the joint, maybe he hadn’t noticed what she was doing. She got the pants open, though, and his erection popped up. His eyes were closed, he was holding the joint on a roach clip with his pinky extended, and he had a big, dumb grin on his face, but he knew he was going to get laid, which was more than Ethan could say for himself that night.

The girl stood over the red haired guy with her legs on either side of the beanbag. She squatted down, reached between her legs, and quickly lowered herself on his dick. The guy’s expression didn’t change. The girl continued to move to the beat of the music, except that she was going up and down instead of side to side.

Ethan could not tell what was going on in Benton’s room. He could just see the end of the futon on the floor, but he couldn’t see if anyone was on it. Occasionally, Lena would move in and out of his view in the doorway, and each time she was wearing less. The more he saw of her naked, the more jealous he got, even though he didn’t understand why. She was just fucking Benton for the free hash. Ethan just wanted to fuck her because she looked great, which wasn’t much different. So why did he feel miserable about it? Because she could be out here fucking him instead of the pothead, that’s why.

The only action the red headed guy made on his own was to grab the girl’s tit with his free hand. She seemed much less passive than him, although neither of them appeared to care too much about what happened around them. They obviously didn’t care if a couple of strangers watched them fuck.

Two pair of feet appeared at the end of the futon, visible through the doorway only up to the ankles. It looked like Lena was on top, judging by the position of the pretty pair of feet. He could hear them moaning and laughing above the music. He had to tear his eyes away. It was agonizing to have to watch other people fuck without having a turn himself.

The girl with the sunglasses started screaming at the top of her lungs and tossing her head around like it was about to come off. Obviously, she was cumming. The last thing Ethan expected from her was to be so vocal about it. She was hardly vocal about much else.

For a while she was hunched over the guy, breathing hard, her palms on his chest and her arms straight to support herself. The guy had his head turned to the side, puffing on a joint he held by a clip in his left hand, while he squeezed one of her tits with his right hand. Every rib in her torso stuck out when her chest expanded to suck in a breath, even around to her backside.

She pulled off her sunglasses and looked over her right shoulder at Ethan. He could only see her right eye from under her stringy hair. It was a little glazed over, but she was looking right at him.

She lifted herself off the guy and his thin penis slipped out of her hole. Turning sluggishly on one foot, she moved toward Ethan.

Her bare feet padded on the hard wood floor one in front of the other like a slinky cat. Balance seemed to grow more and more challenging for her with each step.

She knelt down in front of him and put her hands on his knees. The corners of her mouth were turned up in a distracted, playful grin. Looking into her face, he realized she was older than he had first thought. Her face had a few faint wrinkles and she wore a slightly worn, tired look. How much of it was caused by the drugs, he couldn’t tell.

Her hands moved up the insides of his thighs toward his groin.

“Ever had a blowjob, kid?” she said, gazing into his eyes.

Her left hand moved over the lump of his erection in his pant leg, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Once or twice,” Ethan said.

He glanced at Charlie. Hee was almost laughing. Her hands reached for his zipper.

“Then you’re a lucky guy.”

Ethan looked to the doorway to the other room, where Lena was still rolling on the bed.

“Maybe,” he said.

The girl was trying to pull his jeans down and he hated to stop her. He’d love to get a blowjob sometime tonight, but he’d prefer one from Lena. He gave in and lifted his hips so she could get his jeans off.

She held the waist of his jeans and tugged them down toward herself to about the middle of his thigh. Most of his dick was exposed, but the head and part of the shaft was still covered. The girl reached for it, held it as if she might be picking up a slimy lizard by its body, and drew it free of his jeans.

“Just tell me when you’re gonna cum so I can take it out of my mouth,” she said in a slurred voice as she stroked the shaft.

“Sure,” Ethan said.

The girl nodded. When she blinked, her eyelids moved sluggishly, in slow motion. She stuck her tongue out past her lips and licked the head.

Ethan watched her tongue move around on the head of his cock. How old could she really be? She looked thirty, but maybe she was older than that. Would that make her better at sucking than any of the girls his own age?

She touched the tip of the head to her lower lip and slowly sucked it into her mouth. Her eyes were closed. Her head moved slowly back and forth. Her mouth felt so warm and wet and soft around the end of his cock. This was a woman with years of experience with a penis in her mouth.

Ethan looked at Charlie. He shrugged. Ethan sat back with a deep sigh. He only hoped he had the time to let her finish.

She was very gentle and very deliberate. She worked her mouth slowly down on the shaft until the head touched the back of her mouth, then sucked firmly as she drew her head back. As the head left her mouth, she closed her lips tightly around it so that she was kissing the tip. Ethan’s eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned.

The Van Morrison record ended abruptly, leaving the apartment immersed in an unearthly silence. Once Ethan’s ears adjusted to the silence, he heard only the soft, wet sucking sounds of the older girl’s mouth on his rod and the gentle moans Lena made in the other room. The red-haired guy got up, went to the stereo, removed the record, put on the next one and put the Van Morrison album back in the old peach crate with all the other old albums. Ethan watched him through the slits of his barely open eyelids.

A moment later, a Doors tune blared from the speakers. Ethan jumped and accidentally jammed his cock into the girl’s puffy, soft lips. The head struck the back of her mouth and pushed partway down her throat.

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18 – Molly, the Neighbor’s Wife

Three months later on a Sunday morning Dutch found himself alone reading the headline of the morning newspaper, “JFK Jr. Missing at Sea.” He scanned the article.

A Grim Search read the headline in the L. A. Times –

The morning after the plane belonging to the successor of John F. Kennedy’s legacy was due to arrive on Martha’s Vineyard along with his wife and her sister in a private plane bound for the Kennedy family compound. Their party was to attend a wedding.

Everyone was at Kathy’s softball game. ‘Such a waste of life,’ he thought, and put the paper down, stood up and stretched. He had promised Rosa that he’d do something about repairing the run down fence separating Rosa’s house from the one next door.

This seemed as good a time as any and so after ambling out to the garage and locating the necessary tools, he made several long overdue minor repairs to the fence. Afterward he decided to give the fence a primer coat and finish the job off over the course of the following week. He rummaged around the garage and found some primer and a couple of usable brushes.

Dutch thought he might as well get some sun and peeled off his shirt and began applying the primer coat to the fence. Twenty minutes into the job he reminded himself to consider the temperature before tackling a job like this again. Still he consoled himself with the fact that the pool was there for him if he got to hot. He decided to quit early anyway.

Pausing to admire his finished product, he opened a beer and took a long gulp. As he put the beer down on the ground, he heard the backdoor slam shut next door. This was followed by the sound of feminine feet clop-clopping across the patio and the screeching noise of a chaise lounge being dragged over concrete. Dutch primed the next two boards before noticing the knothole two boards over.

Always curious about females, he positioned himself in front of the hole and peered through it. The neighbor’s wife was lying out about twenty feet from him, facing Dutch, her eyes closed. He searched his memory for her name and came up empty. He recalled meeting the husband, a frail looking guy, who if Dutch remembered was an accountant at the local bank.

For a second or two, he wondered if she could possibly look up and see his eye staring at her. Then he shrugged it off, ‘fuck her,’ he thought, ‘I’m painting the fucking fence, she comes out in that bikini and I happen to catch a glimpse, so what?’ He looked her over. ‘Not bad though,’ he said to himself, ‘great legs, a brief enough bikini, flat stomach. That guy’s got a nice piece of ass going for him.’

For the first time he realized he was getting a woody, and was wondering how he could strike up a conversation with her when he accidentally kicked the can of primer over. “Damn it!” He roared, pissed at his clumsiness. Quickly he knelt down and tried to salvage as much of the primer as possible, dipping the brush into it and slapping it on the fence.

Her voice froze him in his tracks, “Now that’s even better than Tom Sawyer’s routine.”

He looked up and she was standing, peering over the fence at him. It was only then that it occurred to him that her yard had a higher elevation than his.

“Oh, hi,” he said trying not to let his embarrassment show. “I’m just a klutz I suppose.”

“No, I don’t think so,” she replied. “Every time I paint something I manage to spill paint where I shouldn’t. In fact, my husband . . . his name is Arnold . . . well, he’s told me not to even pick up a paintbrush.”

Dutch smiled at her. “If you tell him about this, he’ll probably tell me the same thing.”

She returned his smile with a nervous grin. “No fear of that happening,” she said and finally managed a smile, “he’s hardly ever around here anyways.”

Rising to his feet, Dutch looked over the fence at her. ‘Jesus,’ he thought, ‘she’s got a great set of tits.’ “My name’s Dutch. I’m going out with Rosa.”

“I thought as much,” she said. “My name’s Molly, Molly Reeves. I don’t really know Rosa. I mean, we’ve met and all, but we haven’t had an opportunity to get to know one another yet. I . . . err, don’t get out much.”

“Well we can rectify that,” he said. “There’s a steak burning contest going on over here around seven tonight. Why not drop by? I’ll tell the ladies to expect you.”

“That’s very kind of you. I might just do that. I do hate eating alone.”

“Your hus . . . I mean Arnold, won’t he be coming too?”

“I seriously doubt it. He’ll most likely be at the club.”

“Too bad,” he said obviously not meaning it.

“Say,” Molly said, pursing her lips, “by any chance do you know anything about pool filters?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ours is acting up and . . . well he’s not here and I’d hoped to get a swim in.”

“Let me take a look,” Dutch said and easily vaulted over the fence, landing cat-like on his feet.

Molly watched him land, absorbing his masculinity and felt a tingle in her loins. “Impressive!” demre escort She said and reminded herself to take a breath.

He stared at her bunched up tits, barely constrained by her halter. “Very.” He said softly, but loud enough for Molly to hear. She flushed as they sauntered over to the pool and the filtering mechanism.

“Here,” she pointed and bent over. Dutch hung back enough to enjoy seeing the taut bikini bottom form a vacuum and get drawn up into the crack of her ass. Shifting his position to garner a look down into her ample cleavage, he was pleased to see one of her aureole completely exposed to his view. Taking a deep breath himself, he knelt next to her and after a short struggle managed to open the clogged trap and clean it of the debris, made sure it was functioning and closed the filtering trap.

When he stood up he discovered Molly staring at his erection. Jerking her eyes away, Molly spoke to him in a very sultry tone.

“Would you like another beer? I have a couple on ice . . . err, in the fridge.”

His eyes remained on her breasts as he answered, “If it’s no trouble and you join me.”

“Sure. Be right back.” He followed her as she retreated to her home, her ass providing a little extra wiggle as she walked.

Molly was back with two ice cold beers very quickly. Dutch noticed her nipples were a bit more evident through the stretchy fabric of her bikini top. Handing him one, she sat down on the lounge chair and invited him to sit down beside her.

“Will it hold the two of us?’ He asked with a grin.

“It can hold three people,” she said matter of factly waving her hand about.

“Oh, then you’ve tested it out?” He said, grinning at her. Molly went crimson after realizing his meaning. She convinced herself he meant no harm. She was admiring his white teeth and thinking about them being applied to her, in various erotic ways when her errant hand came in contact with his rampant member.

“Oh!” She said.

“Oh!” He said.

They tried to laugh it off, but her nipples gave her away. She blushed even deeper wondering just where this was going. Dutch glanced down at his crotch and saw the pre-cum spot spreading over the porous material of his shorts. Molly saw it too.

He took a long drink of his beer.

She licked her lips, hoping he’d make a move on her.

Nothing happened.

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He was trying to determine when the women would return to the house when Molly said, “Maybe we’d be more comfortable inside.” That convinced him she wanted it and he rose to his feet, his hardon obvious to both. “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” he said hoarsely and followed her inside.

In the kitchen, Molly was placing her beer on the countertop when he moved against her, pressing his seething cock into her ass. She moaned, but remained still. His left hand crossed her chest to her right breast and cupped it. Molly responded by pressing her hips backwards and rotating them a bit as she bit her lip in excitement.

He was thumbing her turgid nipple through the fabric of her bikini top when she managed to stammer, “I . . . I was watching this movie earlier. May . . . maybe you’d watch it with me?”

Jabbing his erection into the crack of her ass, he said, “Why not?”

They moved to the large couch in the living room. Molly picked up the remote, switched on a porno movie in which a large, very well endowed black man was being blown by a pretty blonde.

“You’ve got great tits,” he said removing one from her halter and studying it.

“You really think so?” Molly was obviously in need of some compliments.

“Oh yeah,” and he leaned forward to take her nipple into his mouth.

Molly moaned as he bit down on it.

On the television screen, the blonde was running her hands over her breasts, milking them upwards, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples.

Molly’s fingertips were tracing the outline of his fat prick, still encased in his shorts.

“Take your clothes off, Molly,” he whispered to her right ear.

Reaching behind her in that graceful manner women have, she opened the knot with one hand, relaxed and hunched her shoulders a bit and the skimpy top fell off, dropping into Dutch’s lap.

“Everything,” He rasped hoarsely, “everything.”

He took in her breasts. They were huge, hanging ever so slightly from their weight. Her areole the size of a silver dollar, eraser sized nipples fully erect, begging to be bitten over and over.

Raising her hips and placing her thumbs into the bikini bottoms, Molly managed to remove them; and using her left foot, flung them away.

“Now you!” She gasped her voice husky and her eyes smoky. But he kissed her instead, feeling her lips vibrate with another muffled moan. One of Molly’s hands slipped into his shorts and began to rub his member as their hungry tongues probed with almost desperate need.

On the screen, the blonde still had one hand working on her breasts. Her other hand derince escort was now playing with her belly, pubic hair, and, every once in a while, dipping down to rub along her downy slit as she eagerly sucked on the longest dick Dutch had ever seen.

“Please,” Molly pleaded, “let me have it. I have to have it in my mouth like she does.”

He couldn’t take much more anyway and wrested his shorts off, kicking them away and ironically, they landed on top of her bikini bottoms. His thick, eight-inch cock sprang free from its confinement and stood pointing upward. Molly’s breasts lightly brushed against his genitalia as she reached for it. Then grasping it with both hands, Molly began a slow jerking motion on his prick, and after thoroughly coating the head of his member with a combination of pre-cum and her own saliva, she leaned further and blew a hot, wet breath along the length of it.

His cock jerked involuntarily.

Molly was grinning as she gazed up at him. The grin turned wickedly evil as she took just the tip of it into her mouth, and swirling her tongue around the rest of his cock head, twittered around the sensitive ridge. His hips flexed involuntarily and his massive cock jumped again.

She laughed. “You have the most delightful cock,” she murmured nibbling around his testicles. Dutch moaned and Molly took the length of him into her warm, moist, mouth. He had already classified her as a great cocksucker, even before she’d really got going on him.

“And you can really suck a cock.”

“Your cock, maybe!” she croaked, breathing with difficulty between her urgent slurping and wet sucks.

He looked down past her fair-haired head and saw from the movement of her hips that she was working on herself, too. “Your fingers are busy too.” He said hoarsely. He could also see the TV above her head, the black stud was ass-fucking the blonde, who apparently loved every stroke he was hammering into her.

Molly ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and then engulfed him, taking about five inches of him into her throat. He raised his arms and shook off his T-shirt.

“Mmmmmm!” She slurped.

He realized he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Molly increased her suction. “Mmmmmm!”

Dutch could feel a pleasant tightening of his stomach muscles. Between gasps of pleasure and involuntary thrusts into Molly’s mouth, he told her he was getting ready to come. She responded by squeezing his balls and taking him further into her mouth, using her tongue in still more delightful convolutions.

Now he was actively fucking her mouth. With both hands on her head, clenching and pulling her blond hair, getting closer and closer to the edge; he could feel his balls pulling in to his body in anticipation of what wasn’t far away. Molly finally pushed him over the edge by running her tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge on his cockhead. Dutch thrust spasmodically against her mouth and held her head tightly as he started spurting down her throat. Molly didn’t even try to move away; she just kept sucking on his cock, swallowing its load, and draining the last of the sperm from him.

After he had collapsed back on the couch and was idly caressing her hair, Molly let his softening cock slip from her mouth and moved up to kiss him. She hadn’t swallowed all of his jizm; he tasted himself as their tongues entwined.

Wanting nothing more than to make Molly come herself, Dutch nibbled on her ear, planted little kisses in her hair, on the nape of her neck, in the hollow of her throat and on her shoulders, doing his best to drive her crazy. She shuddered and moaned, then stopped him and turned around. Her breasts were red from his attention and her face was flushed.

“Wait,” she said, then turned around and bent over, giving him a wonderful view of her gorgeous ass and puckered sphincter. Her breasts he saw only as two globes hanging partially in view between her legs. He could also see her pussy, puffy with arousal, surrounded by lightly colored downy pubic hair. Many of those hairs had tiny droplets of Molly’s juices hanging from them, a sight that turned him on again.

As he felt himself lengthening once more, Molly licked a finger and then placed it between her legs and touching her sphincter. After lightly rubbing around the rim of her asshole, she pressed inward then ran her finger forward, bisecting her swollen lips.

After licking her finger clean, she ran the finger along her puffy labia and into her slit again, this time pressing a bit deeper, a bit harder. Dutch couldn’t stand watching her any longer and therefore got up and pulled her back down on the couch. Molly’s questing fingers felt his arousal and squeezed him hard. He bit one nipple and tugged on the other, causing her to yelp aloud with satisfaction. Quickly he sent a questing finger into her dripping cunt.

She shuddered, but moved away from his finger. At first, Dutch didn’t understand, but her motive soon became apparent as the fingertips didim escort of both hands wandered down his chest and stomach. When she reached his navel, Dutch’s elongated prick slipped in between her breasts and bumped along her sternum.

After slapping her turgid nipples and breasts with his prick and hearing her whimper with anticipation, he bent to suckle them. Then using the very tip of his tongue and licking broad, rough swathes over her aureole, he enticed her nipples to new heights. Molly grasped his head and hugged it roughly against her chest. Dutch played windshield wiper, first licking the right nipple, then the left.

Molly began to writhe. She attempted to force his head downward, but lacked the strength to do so. However he got the message and was soon kissing and licking his way across her abdomen. Her pelvis arched upward to meet his tongue and fingers. And as soon as she felt his fingers upon her, Molly began massaging her breasts.

Intuitively, Dutch knew Molly hadn’t been laid in a while and was desperate for a wholesome fucking. ‘Could he make her a regular piece of ass?’ he wondered while caressing her inner thighs.

She was moaning deliriously now, her legs spread lewdly as he moved his fingers in and out of her. He continued to tease her, spreading her labia with two fingers while continuing to probe her cunt with two others. He brought his mouth close to her drooling cunt and kissed the top of her mons. Molly’s entire body was trembling and she kept moaning softly. He was glad they had moved inside and although he didn’t know it, so was Molly.

‘I’m, so hot . . . I must be a slut,’ she thought. ‘I should have stayed outside and the world could be watching as he fucks me.’ She trembled at the thought. ‘What’s the matter with me? Oh, oh, oh, I need him in me!’

At that precise moment, he blew gently upon her wetness and saw her clit pop free of its hooded sheath.

He breathed on her again and noted the contraction of her stomach muscles. Her moaning intensified. Her fingernails were dug into the cushions so fiercely the material was close to bursting from the pressure. He took his finger from her cunt and stuck it up her ass and listened as her breath whooshed out, followed by a slow, excruciating inhalation. Molly wriggled her ass trying to gain even deeper penetration.

He established an alternating rhythm, first pressing his finger into her hole then sending another finger on a probe of her juicy cunt. Satisfied with himself, he bent his head close and traced his tongue through her pubic hair. Molly jerked upright and pressed his head tightly against her, an indication that she was clearly enjoying the sensations.

Her hips were rocking back and forth, gradually picking up speed. When he fastened his lips to her nipple and hummed, Molly’s sporadic moans turned to a crescendo of unending groans and pleadings for him to please fuck her, please suck her, now!

Dutch continued to finger-fuck her ass and cunt while sucking on her nipple. Molly applied more pressure to his head, which also forced him to bring additional pressure to her sensitive nerve endings. As his fingers moved back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her cunt made a series of sucking noises. Dutch laved his tongue between her breasts and those sensations became too much for her. Every muscle tensed and she began to quiver spasmodically, bucking wildly.

She began her climax.

He continued to tongue-lash her breasts, extending her pleasure as wave after wave swept over her. Molly was counting her orgasms — that is — until the eighth one hit, then overwhelmed by it all, she passed out.

He held her in his arms until she was sufficiently recovered.

“Like it?” He asked, before kissing her.

Her voice was hardly discernible, “Yes . . . Yes, I . . . really needed that.”

“There’s more in store for you,” he smiled and kissed her again. This time her tongued responded and the kiss lasted a while.

His prick was jutting out from his body, a detail Molly soon noticed.

“Want to try something kinky?” She grinned.

“I’m game for anything sweetheart,” he responded.

” kay, why don’t you lay on your back?”

“Going to do all the work, eh?”

Coyly, she answered him, “Maybe.”

He rolled over on his back as she had requested. Molly shoved her hands between her legs and when she was satisfied they had sufficient moisture on them, rubbed them over her breasts, especially into her abundant cleavage. Realizing what she was up to, Dutch helped out, licking each nipple as they hovered above him.

Molly moved into place and lowered her breasts around his cock, her nipples pointing at him, engorged again. Molly began moving slowly back and forth, fucking his prick with her hanging teats, giving it little licks and sucks each time his prick came into her range.

“Always wanted to try this,” she husked, looking at him through smoldering eyes.

Lifting her right leg, she placed it over his and let him feel her growing heat as she ground her pussy against him. Soon, she was breathing heavily and Dutch was thrusting into her cleavage and groaning himself. Just before he could come, Molly gripped him with her hands and squeezed the lower end of his shaft, curtailing his orgasm for the moment.

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Mary’s brother was rather large. It was obvious he was a fitness buff and spent considerable time at the gym. He stood there, looking solid and stoic. I extended a hand.

“Hi, I’m Mike. You must be Bill, Mary’s older brother.”

“I am. Nice to meet you.” His handshake was firm and his face remained impassive.

“Likewise.” There was an awkward silence.

“How did you meet my sister?”

“Mary is one of my students. I’m a Doctoral candidate and part of my studies includes conducting undergraduate classes. Mary attends my Theory of Anthropology class. She’s a good student, I might add.”

“I’m sure she is,” was Bill’s response. He held his stare and I read his mind. ‘You’re dating one of your students, one a bit younger than yourself. That’s not right,’ he thought.

The first sentence was true. Mary, a first year undergrad, was my student. Prim, proper, hair always tied back, conservatively dressed in loose-fitting clothes, well-spoken and nerdy, she fostered an image that was anything but sexy. She rather looked virginal.

“Does the university sanction professors dating students?” The daggers were out.

“I’m not a professor. Yet. I’m a Doctoral candidate. We’ve only just begun dating. Four weeks now. I admire your sister’s intellect, her analytical skills, and her dedication to her studies.”

He stared back at me. I resented this line of questioning and his glare. Mary was a woman now and her love life was none of his business. My mind raced through the last four weeks and a flood of recollections entered my mind. I had to control myself not to blurt out staccato-like:

‘Your sister’s traditionalist image belies her sexiness. I’m sure you know your sister is quite curvy. In the past four weeks I’ve screwed your sister milas escort in every position known to womankind, including bending her over the back of my couch, her boobs swaying in the breeze. I’ve taught your sister the finer points of deep throating and firmly held the back of her head in place while I vigorously expended the fruits of her labor down her esophagus. I’ve had your sister hold her generous boobs together as I thrust between them to my satisfaction, leaving her with sticky tits. I’ve masturbated on your sister’s pretty face, culminating in rousing finishes with my semen on her cheeks, forehead, and in her lovely hair.

And you may or may not know that your sister likes company. My wild friend Wanda joins us regularly and your sister is quite amenable to her camaraderie. Wanda has thoroughly explored and enjoyed your sister’s private areas and enforced reciprocity on your sister. Your sister is a quick learner and Wanda insists on your sister’s participation. Wanda prefers a smooth vagina and keeps your sister shaved. Your sister is proactive and, I regret to report, a bit of a thief; she has developed a penchant for pulling me out of Wanda in order to satisfy her own craving for a deep throat finish. But worry not; after finishing in your sister’s mouth I’m still rock hard and doll that your sister is, she obliges us by reinserting me in Wanda. And believe me, Wanda, that devious minx, is not above the same villainy as she sixty-nines your sister, poking her nose in our lovemaking, your sister’s nose enveloped in Wanda’s lips.

You probably assume that jealousy flares up due to my preference of finishing in your sister’s adorable vagina to Wanda’s waiting mouth. Your assumption is correct and the jealousy is in fact there, mudanya escort and to keep it in check I’ll pull out of your sister, come around and enter Wanda from the rear. I’ll service Wanda on your sister’s fair face and after pulling out of Wanda and plunging into your sister’s delicate mouth, I dutifully return to your sister’s vagina, Wanda’s feelings be damned.

Despite my considerable efforts, this jealousy persists and manifests itself in Wanda’s desire to queen your sister every chance she gets. (I suspect this is a display of female dominance.) And being a guy, you may think that I would participate in this female rivalry. However, I don’t. I allow the girls their time to enjoy each other. Wanda delights herself by rubbing her vagina on your sister’s pretty face and diddling herself to a finish in your sister’s mouth. (Surely a form of female dominance as Wanda insists on your sister opening wide to receive her secretions.) Your sister rubs herself tenderly during these sittings. (I believe this is a display of submission to the dominant female.) I must confess, though, on several occasions I have succumbed to the siren call of your sister’s inviting vagina and inserted myself in the girls’ fun.

But have no fear; Wanda’s dominance and envy is more show than heartfelt. Wanda is a good sport and has given your sister some heart-stopping orgasms. Wanda also lovingly tends to your sister’s gentle clitoris during our intercourse and after our finish. She keeps your sister on edge until I’m ready, and then brings your sister to a finish simultaneously with me. That’s a true friend.

You must understand that I have obligations to Wanda as well. Your sister’s help is greatly appreciated on that score. You probably already mustafakemalpaşa escort know that Mary has a maternal instinct and perhaps have seen it demonstrated in benign ways. But it is greater than you know and Mary displays it loyally in her affection for Wanda. Wanda, being catty and headstrong, can be difficult and demanding. Mary, on the other hand, is kind and giving and is attentive to Wanda’s needs. You’ll be proud to know that your sister displays not an ounce of resentment yielding to Wanda and pleasing her. To provide a brief example, Wanda is practically an orgasm machine and your sister accommodates her any way she can. I’ve already mentioned the queenings and your sister’s acquired taste for Wanda’s sweetness. When Wanda feels the need, your sister is there for her and spares no effort to please her. Wanda loves the attention. Wanda can be a prickly bitch and this show of submission keeps her content and helps our relationship immeasurably.

My future plans for your sister include having another man join us. I’ve inspected your sister’s vagina up close countless times and I am of the opinion that she can accommodate two penises simultaneously. Wanda, having performed her own exhaustive inspections and having supervised your sister’s vagina during our intercourse numerous times, agrees with this assessment. But alas, these are merely educated opinions that have yet to be tested and proven. By next week I’ll know for sure. But to allay your concerns, I don’t intend to have Wanda present when we cram your sister. I don’t want Wanda, that voracious nymphomaniac, distracting my friend. Your sister deserves our full attention as it will take some perseverance and finesse to stretch your sister’s vagina to accommodate two men. Rest assured, we will and she’ll be in good hands.’

But I didn’t say any of those things. Instead I said “It’s your sister’s intelligence that attracts me. Talking to Mary is like talking to a PhD. I enjoy her company and her conversation. She’s like no other woman. I respect her wholeheartedly.”

Bill glared back, unconvinced.

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