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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*******

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

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

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

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

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

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

We. They were both outside. Oh, boy.

“I’m busy,” she managed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now where’s that dildo?”

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

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

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

“I need to study,” she whispered.

“You will.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” she said.

“No?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Although they are young they are all over eighteen.

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

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

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

That got a few ums and ahs.

Then Penelope suggested “How about Tahiti?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pointed as Mademoiselle DuPont “You first.”

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

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

She shook until Penelope stepped forward

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aww,” I said, disappointed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” she said, “but hurry up.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up?” I said to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[revised 8/15/2017]

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you think?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Those should be the McCoys then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Lancaster pulled gossamer from her bag.

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fill her pussy up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Commander Riker strode purposefully onto the bridge of the USS Enterprise. It was the midnight shift and he had drawn the watch.

He wondered aloud, “Why does nothing ever happen on this shift? It always happens when Picard is on duty.”

The young, voluptuous blonde female Ensign, seated at the helm and navigational console, turned to gaze longingly at Riker. “Well, sir, the Klingons and Ferengi have to sleep, too.” They were the only two on the bridge.

“But,” complained Riker, as he strode purposefully to the ensign and began massaging her shoulders, “there are thousands of different species in the galaxy. They certainly don’t keep the same sleep schedule that we do.”

“That’s true, Riker,” said a voice behind them.

They both turned to see Q, the omnipotent smug bastard, sitting cross-legged in the command chair. “For instance, the Stithono never sleep. The males just lie inside their women and ejaculate continuously while their bodies rejuvenate. That’s the reason there are fourteen over-crowded planets in the Gamma quadrant.”

“What do you want Q?” demanded Riker as he strode purposefully toward the intruder.

“Why, I wish to observe the mating ritual that you and the voluptuous ensign are contemplating at this time. Oh, don’t worry, I’ve ensured that the whole crew is asleep and any marauding aliens are light years away. You may consider it an ‘action gift’ for this shift.”

Suddenly, synthesized music filled the room with a chicka-boom-rat-tat-chicka-boom beat.

Riker strode purposefully back toward the young, voluptuous ensign with lust in his eyes. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately full on the mouth as his hands began exploring her spandex uniform. First to fall victim to those massive hands was her well-rounded ass. He rubbed his hands lightly over the mounds on her chest, noticing the slight bulges where her nipples were hardening. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled arnavutköy escort the scent of her. He again pulled her close and began slowly unzipping her uniform.

As he was enjoying himself, the young, voluptuous ensign began rubbing him through the fabric of his uniform. Her hands wandered down to his cock and traced the outline. She began a slow jack-off and felt him grow larger and larger.

Riker noticed from the corner of his eye that Q had undone his belt and pulled out his member, was now stroking it while he watched the two.

The ensign, now fully nude, with her tits no longer restrained, began to move to the music, the chicka-boom beat causing her hips to sway in time. Riker removed his uniform and also began swaying with the ensign, running his hands over her skin; feeling the warmth of her and flicking her nipples with his thumbs. He knelt before her and took a nipple into his mouth. She must have known this was going to happen, for her nipples tasted of cherry. As he sucked on one nipple, he played with her other tit. Suddenly, he felt a strong hand remove his hand from the tit. Glancing sideways, he saw Q knelt in front of the ensign and sucking on the other nipple. Together, they kissed and licked her entire body. Sometimes, their tongues touched each other and they would pause to give each other a sweltering kiss.

The ensign lay down in the middle of the room and spread her legs. Riker, on his knees, bent over and began licking up and down the girl’s legs, never quite touching her clit. She was becoming more and more agitated that her pussy wasn’t being serviced. Finally, he engulfed her vagina with his mouth and began licking furiously at her clit.

Riker felt something on his ass and, turning to look, saw Q planting affectionate kisses and licking the area around his asshole.

He thought, “Well, I’ve always thought Q was a nice looking guy, just an asshole. halkalı escort And now that he’s at MY asshole, I might as well let him have his fun. Besides, I’ve never been fucked in the ass before. Who knows? I might decide I like it. Then, maybe I can get that cute Wesley Crusher kid to service me on a regular basis…..”

He turned back to the ensign and again licked in earnest.

Riker felt something soft, yet stiff, circle his asshole and then center on the hole itself. He felt hot breath and knew that Q was tonguing him. He decided to tongue the ensign’s asshole as well. When he did, her whole body shook as she screamed in orgasmic delight. His face was flooded with her juices as she came over and over.

The ensign quickly turned around and slid underneath him, taking his rock-hard massive dick in her mouth. Just as his dick entered her mouth, Q’s dick entered his asshole.

“My God! That’s the best feeling in the galaxy! A dick in my butt and my dick in a mouth!” thought Riker.

He was ready to explode, but then thought of Deanna, the ship’s counselor, and how prudish she was, not even letting him LOOK at her tits. Just flirting and wearing those fucking low-cut uniforms. Were those uniforms even regulation? Probably not. Nobody ever said anything because she did have a nice cleavage. These thoughts brought him from his peak and he enjoyed the sensations lavished on him by the other two in the room.

He felt Q stiffen and knew that the Q-seed was flooding into him, his own pressure building. Again, he tried to stop the orgasm from climaxing, but thinking of Deanna and what he wanted to do to that body only made him more aroused. He came in a torrent, the ensign furiously swallowing, trying to drink the sperm that flowed like a waterfall into her mouth. She couldn’t take it all, and over half of it leaked out of her mouth, dribbling down her cheek, through her hair and onto mahmutbey escort the carpet. Q was right beside her, now, licking the cum from her face and lapping at the carpeting to get the excess. Q was now at the ensign’s mouth, kissing her frantically, their tongues entwining, as they did not hold back their lustful abandonment.

Riker rolled onto his back and watched the two kissing. A bit of cum still leaked out of his dick. With a finger he scooped up a small amount and brought it to his lips, licking his finger and tasting himself.

Q was sitting on the floor with the ensign’s face buried in his crotch. A few strokes and Riker was rock-hard again. He moved behind the ensign, noticing how wet she was and realizing that she hadn’t been fucked yet. For that matter, neither had he. He placed his enormous dick at her opening and thrust into her. She moaned and squealed at the same time, a feat that he had never thought possible. As he thrust into her, harder and harder, Q let out a bellow and yelled, “Move your head bitch!” The ensign jerked her head away just as thick, ropy strings of cum shot from Q straight into the air, splashing the 10-foot high ceiling and raining down all over the bridge.

Riker, pumping furiously, watched the shooting spunk, and pumped even harder. The ensign was yelling and screaming and throwing her head from side to side. She came in a flood of juices again, washing Riker’s legs and soaking the carpet. Riker came at the same time, shooting his seed deep into her as he let out a roar. Q waved his hand and produced three lit cigarettes. The trio lay in the middle of the bridge floor, enjoying a post-romp smoke.

As they all got dressed, the distinctive sound of the turbolift indicated that someone was heading for the bridge. The ensign quickly took her place behind the navigational console, as Riker strode purposefully to the command chair.

The turbolift doors opened and Jean-Luc Picard stepped out.

Riker pointed at Q and said forcefully, “…and don’t come back, Q!!!”

Q smiled at Riker, said, “‘Till we meet again, Commander,” and vanished.

Picard looked around the room; the cum on the ceiling, the computers, the floor, the ensign, and Riker.

“I look forward to reading your shift report about last night, Commander. Dismissed.”

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It’s only Rock ‘n’ Roll, but she likes it.
So One More Time, For Old Time’s Sake

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This story is based around real locations I experienced as a music journalist, the Festival, the Studio and the party venue are real, and although the characters are composites they are based around real people I encountered within that scene…

Names have — naturally, been changed to protect the guilty…

A twisted love story

She’s feeling him up with all the care and attention of the blind reading Braille, weighing his balls (they feel loaded), slim fingers tightening on his stubbornly flaccid cock in a vice-grip that must be reducing the sensitive organ to little more than raw nerve ends. Somewhere in his dishevelled mass of lank greasy hair he’s got to be wincing in pain, laid flat-out on his back in the rear cave of a Daihatsu van, denim pants near open to his knees, while she’s crouched, looking up at him appealingly — Em, Emily, my darling slut, but he’s not responding. Zero erection.

‘He’s spaced, the bastard, wired. So far out to lunch he’s coming in for breakfast.’ She tucks his cock away and stands up in disgust.

We leave Sneak the Freak to sleep it off. Out through the Press-Cage patrolled by Security Gorillas, by the crush-barriers and the Rent-a-Thug Bouncers. Some SF writer guesstimated if everyone alive on this planet were to stand heel-to-toe they’d cover an area that equals the island of Zanzibar. That might look like what we’re seeing now, this human avalanche at yet another last of the classic Rock Fest’s, a heaving sea of metronomic handclaps at the terminal end of a long l-o-n-g devolutionary process.

For miles around there’s the living dead of two Rock revolutions in their Desolation Raw elephants graveyard psychedelic shacks and hippie tat, with a high fashion-dummy-weirdo count — a sprinkling of Mohican ‘n’ leathers, a large percentage joints, long ratty hair, brown rice ‘n’ herb.

Em’s large liquid eyes run the panoramic length of stage beneath the mega-video screen and spiderworks of scaffolding. A singer shakes hair all over his sapphire-silk blouse, an ambling splash of colour. ‘That coulda been the Seeds Of Doubt up there.’ I duck the question. Nubiles in very little clothes and not-so-nubiles in authentic counter-culture regalia prompting decidedly sexist reactions. ‘Naw. The only good thing to come outta the Seeds — for me, was you. You and Twig the Wonder Kid.’ She grins mischievously and knees me in the groin.

Twenty-five years. Two and a half decades since we entered the charts at no.47, peaked at no.46 — then vanished. A neat little 45-rpm package, dark blue label with silver lettering in an orange-printed bag-sleeve. Eighteen years since I hung up my hi-heel boogie-sneakers, and still she can’t forget. Art-School R&B, the anger of frustrated energy screwed down tight, raw and violent with a loutish sexuality and an amphetamine burn of painful amplification. The back of a Transit van with Vox amps stacked high and I’m trying hard to concentrate on a book — ‘The Naked Lunch’, in the half-dark, and Sneak’s there behind me.

‘I want it betwixt your lips, my battle-snake, my sex-shooter. Mind your teeth, take it deep… AAAAAHHHHH, that’s IT, suck like that.’ He’s laid on his back, legs splayed and bent at the knees, while she’s crouched down there somewhere. At first I can’t see her face for his thighs. That’s the first time I saw Emily — all those years back. She says ‘I’m Emily, I’m in the erection business.’

He moves his leg. I see those beautiful whoreish lips closing in around that animal cock with the vulgar grace of a delicate cannibal, she takes it in three gulps as though it’s too big, or her mouth’s too small to manage it with one. The first gulp takes her upper lip out over the fat crown-top of the glans, the second gulp takes the entire glans, her teeth visible as she balances the mouthful for the final swallow that feeds half its full length deep into her sexy throat, her complexion flushed with pride at her achievement.

That long night-black hair, the curve of her perfect breasts shimmering with the movement of her head — up and down, slow and greedy, up and down, nipples dark and distended, sometimes brushing the rough surface of the stained mattress at her lowest pass. Thrusting the shaft deep and deeper into her mouth, I can see it now, can almost feel the hot flesh on her tongue as I see it disappearing between hungry lips. As she shifts her head around it I notice her tongue darting little lapping touches.

See Emily play. How to be a suck-cess in every mouth-watering prick-teasing detail. ‘Don’t scrape the soft tip with your teeth, don’t gag or shy back when I spurt in your mouth.’ The sound low in her throat as she swallows. Em, the image of cock before her eyes — always. Em on the dietary value of fresh semen, perpetually aroused. An orgasm a day keeps boredom at bay. Emily — my wife. Em, daintily removing a pubic hair that’s become lodged between her teeth, dabbing her spermy mouth with my handkerchief, then repairing the damage to her make-up…

A beylikdüzü escort prurient documentary-maker’d find picaresque backdrops aplenty in the tent city sprung up around the Festival enclosure. Fanning down the dirt-track central thruway there’s low-grade acid, coke, doctored speed, magic mushrooms, Moroccan and Lebanese hypermarts to scramble the most discerning braincell, there’s stalls unfurling phantasmagorical wares of rare precious and beautiful bootlegs, CND and Green texts, exotic narcotics and fast whole-foods with side-deals of faded bohemian kitsch and hand-crafted artefacts made by ageing Beatnik gypsies.

But the only queues are at the Beer Tent, and the guy with the pirated cassettes got ripped off and left early in grand pique. High-cc Triumphs cruise in their own private Mad Max phantasies. The sun’s going down, campfire wood-smoke mixes dope-smoke, and entropy runs aground…

‘It’s smaller than I remember’ she muses distantly. For a moment I don’t connect. ‘Sneak’s cock — it used to precede him by some nine inches. Sometimes seemed he was cock up to the eyebrows in those days. It’d near trip him up. Often I couldn’t LEVER it into my pussy with a shoe-horn, now he can’t even GET a horn!’ There’s a sadness I can’t touch. A beauty and innocence none of them could ever touch. She wants 1967, and all I can give her is the feed-in groove to the bleak nineties.

‘I want to go. Let’s go NOW! Sneak says he saw Derek working a studio in Sheffield. He’s got the address. We could go. It could be like it was in the sixties — just once more for old time’s sake. Just this once. It’s twenty-five years almost to the day. We can’t let it go by uncelebrated. We just can’t.’

The sun comes up like a huge belisha beacon on a miles-long auto-tailback. We’re breathing lead-impregnated air. A community disintegrates across acres of garbage, and in the aftermath, kids with black bin-liners scavenge returnable bottles in a spirit of Free Enterprise Thatcher might smile on. Then the M-way to Sheffield. Sun pours down like buttermilk over knife-cut bridges. Sneak, in the back of the Daihatsu van, sleeping it off. Em slouched beside me, like it used to be en-route for those College Hops, those Mecca Ballrooms that charged 7s6d entry — that’s just thirty-seven pence! Don’t that date-stamp you? It all comes back to me in bursts, flashbacks, after burns.

The Seeds Of Doubt — me (Farfisa organ), Sneak (drums), Derek (vocals/ bass guitar), and John (lead guitar). Getting blagged out of door-money, done-over by local yobs, precious equipment ripped-off and trashed. Haunting M1 Services poring over juke-boxes searching for your own name, sleeping in the back of a Ford Transit, falling behind on h.p.’s for Fender Strats and Gibsons, infused by thefted Chuck Berry runs and uppers, wearing pointed-toe shoes with buckles, and growing your hair a little longer. The hazards of crabs, food poisoning or worse. Sharing good gigs, bad gigs, staggering through barriers of paint-peeling amps sniffing out functioning mikes, sharing the Transit, the soundchecks, the Transport Caffs… sharing Emily. ‘Put on a gown that touches the ground, Emily.’

‘We’ll play a game, eh, Em? I’ll be the famous photographer, and you’ll be the model.’ And she’s mock-posing nude for Derek’s imaginary camera, holding those breasts out, nipples rising from their launch-pads all sexed up. We’re pouring beer over her bare stomach and lapping it up from the pretty indentation of her navel, blowing ciggy smoke into her fluffed-up pubes so they steam and fume like tropical rainforest.

Other girls come and go, but Emily’s always there. She talks of moving on, of chasing the Stones or perhaps Eric Burdon, as we talk of chasing the charts, cutting our first, flop single. The second record — “Girl With The Unquiet Mind”, is John’s song, some say he wrote it for Em, an eerily sparse song, but then John always had a strangeness that sets him apart. Last saw him on Oxford Street, shaven head and saffron robes, into some Ashram, and celibacy. No chance of a one-last-time for old-time’s-sake with John. But Derek and Sneak?

Sneak comes awake halfway down the M-way, and wants feeding. Humping amps for Howl at the Festival is hungry work. He smells of sweat, and his dog-breath’s rancid, his Howl T-shirt does little to contain his expanding waistline, and what his straggling hair’s lost on top he’s put on round his wispy beard. ‘Wha’ ‘appened last night? Wow, was I ever outta it.’

‘NOTHING ‘appened,’ from Em pointedly. Then ‘you got paid off, you were too stoned to move. Don’t you remember? You promised you’d take us to Derek’s studio. You will, won’t you?’

He wolfs burgers and coffee like a dying man, ketchup on his chin like a bloody lip. Em smiles across at me — ‘Blue Boar Services’, remember?

Sheffield in early autumn’s first phase. A location of picturesque shabbiness. Sneak points, ‘there, in that complex.’ An ancient building subdivided into a map of rehearsal rooms, jagged lines of deep bass lurking behind avcılar escort every other door. And Derek, black leather jacket stylishly scuffed, and reflector shades, hair cropped to a mere shadow-stubble across the dome of his head. ‘GRRRREATTT to see you all again. Wow. Course, things’ve changed, I’m into management now and record production.’ He beckons us through into his lair, an adventure playground of sound that’s been through several lives.

Past incarnations peel off the wall in flakes of dead paint. Pre new-depression the building might have started out as a factory block. A Mill. In this room-space, footprints walk up the walls towards the ceiling in odd formations. They date from its phase as a Karate School — ‘HID-AR-EE-GAM-I’ is left-punching, ‘KNEE-KO-ASHI-DATCHI’ is cat stance. The rest of the foot-placing diagrams are semi-eclipsed by attempted sound-baffles for rehearsing bands.

A record playback’s in progress. An anthracite-black angular youth behind the studio glass, hair disarrayed around a deep-furrowed centre-parting, his hands limpet-clamping headphones in close, his guitar hung quivering loose. He’s drinking the playback in intense concentration. Derek watches pale blue digitals tick off the seconds, pin-sharp graphic equalisers rising green, peaking into red.

‘I wanna know what Derek thinks’ comes over the speaker link. The p.a. explodes shockwaves of sonic violence, a protracted guerrilla-war of plaster-cracking rhythms overlaid with surgically sampled sound-bite samples.

‘It’s fine’ concedes Derek cautiously. ‘But we’ll wrap it up there for today. Right?’ The tetchy beats fade and shimmer back.

He turns to us, ‘so whaddya think? Amazing in’it. Needle — they’re gonna be well-HUGE.’ Shelby’s the vocalist. She’s dressed in severe blacks and blood reds, lips bruised crimson, hair razored high over her ears and raised, plumed elaborately, like porcupine quills in deep shock.

‘Terry Wogan won’t play it’ says Em.

‘Sassy bitch, ain’t she — but then, you always was’ with a conspiratorial wink. ‘I hear you two got married? You made an honest woman of her?’ Well, someone had to. The group split after the next few disastrous singles, and she was pregnant… collectively, by the band.

Someone had to look after her. It MIGHT’VE been my kid. Twig — she COULD be mine, not that it matters, she’s made it all worthwhile. She’s real to me in ways that chasing the charts never was, and if I’ve got to work nine-to-five to pay the bills then that’s alright too. I’ve not looked back once, no regrets, je ne regretted rien. But for Em it’s different. She won’t admit it, but she thinks I’ve failed, given in, sold out. SHE still believes in the Seeds Of Doubt, she’s their last fan, and if she wants the old days, just one more time — then I can’t deny her it.

‘Do Needle need a Roadie?’ from Sneak. ‘I just got paid off from that Howl tour. Poxy band anyway. Now’t like WE used to be, eh — the Seeds on full rev? Then WAS a time, and some. You’ll vouch for that won’t you, Em?’

‘What do you mean Sneak? You were always too blocked to notice.’

And from Shelby, with utmost vehemence, ‘we don’t need no burnt-out hippie to Roadie for US.’

‘You’re prob’ly right’ with forelock-tugging mock-humbleness. ‘I’m too old for it anyway, amps are heavier than they used to be. Guess I’ll just sign on instead, what do you think? Hey Derek, what sorta groupies do Needle score anyway?’

‘Germ-free ones, I hope.’ They dissolve into hacking laughter.

‘Groupies don’t figure.’ Shelby, cool, intelligent. ‘The groupie system denigrates women, implies women can only gain prestige by forming a parasitic attachment to a high-profile man. Even a degrading attachment — that’s the only role they’re fit for. That’s shit. Women compete on equal terms in nineties music.’

‘That’s because groupies gotta be male and gay to stand a chance of getting laid in the nineties’ from Em tartly. She has a small penis-shaped birthmark on her inner thigh. We first discovered it when we shaved her pubes. Bored out of our skulls after a bad gig in Doncaster, taking it in turns to hold her legs apart, then to wield the cut-throat blade over her pouting not-so private parts. Giggling, she said it was more guitar-shaped. Sneak said it was more the shape of cocks to come. She agreed the combination of the two — penis and guitar, was appropriate.

By common consent we split back to Derek’s flat. Like Rome, Sheffield is a city built on seven hills and we’re looking down on its centre from the steep crawl of sharp incline, city-lights coming up like some huge Spielberg space-craft beyond his window. The walls and ceiling are painted black. There’s a small Sanyo portable CD-player slotted into Dexion shelving, and a twelve-inch TV-screen showing a docu-retrospect on the Iranian human-wave assaults on Iraqi positions during the Gulf War. It glows like a miniature ikon. A 26-inch screen wired to a video machine storms silver static, green inset digital numbers flickering, both TV’s are esenyurt escort silent.

Derek slots a cassette-tape that’s spliced with white leaders into a tape-machine and as we settle in around the floor or on the low waterbed, a cut-up commentary of the Kennedy assassination comes in, jerky and trip-treated, repeating phrases and sentences in loops that become alien and hypnotic. There’s a framed album sleeve of Adam Faith’s ‘Beat Girl’ soundtrack on the wall, and a naked storefront dummy with rouged nipples and stuck-on pubic hair in the corner, a fragment of broken 78-rpm record impaled on its finger like a ring.

Sneak and Shelby collapse on the bed — their apparent tribal animosity disappearing by the minute, and they’re falling together, laughing. Derek leans over and whispers something inaudible in her ear which provokes a further storm of hysteria. In the half-dark with a can of Guinness I watch as he sets up the video. Em’s sat on the edge of the waterbed cross-legged. I imagine the position must cause her vagina to gape lasciviously. The video snaps into place and the silver hail drains from the screen, replaced by images in blurry colour. A strange erotic numbness overtakes me as though somehow time and morality have become suspended in this room, in this gloom.

Two women are sunbathing on the deck of a cabin cruiser, a blonde and a brunette — Derek depresses the fast-forward and they’re moving in jerky comic animation, down the companionway into the galley beneath for sun-oil, and they begin rubbing it into each other’s bodies in rapid circular caresses that become increasingly intimate, their backs glistening, their soft stomachs moist and greasy, their full firm breasts quivering free beneath sticky-moist fingers. Derek’s attention flits from the screen.

Sneak’s rolling somewhere in a mass of matted hair on top of Shelby, they’re drinking and kissing and he’s shimmied one enormous breast free and he’s squeezing and kneading it so the nipple stands out swollen-hard. Derek’s leering behind his shades, a lecherous sideways leer practised from early Elvis Presley movies. Em’s moving closer to him, and I’m holding the beer-can so tight I can feel it indenting. I want to get out but I can’t move. I know what’s going to happen, I’ve seen the script, I’m knotted up inside but I’m helpless to stop it. I’m lust for words.

Iranian boy-soldiers go down in a scythe of gunfire, a helicopter battleship cruises above them. Kennedy’s motorcade approaches the Dallas Book Repository. On the 26-inch the blonde lies on her back, legs splayed as the brunette goes down on her, a probing female tongue delving into the large fleshy folds of the slit filling the screen. Em unconsciously runs a finger down the curve of her own vaginal lips to relieve the sexual ache building there, detecting a ready moistness.

There’s an obscene gurgling noise coming from the corner, the waterbed rippling like tide. Never would’ve guessed Shelby to be so pneumatic beneath all that black, her pallid skin — by contrast, now so white and shivering in the TV light, moving and squirming her dress off, no underwear, Sneak’s hands all over and into her pubic bush, she’s groaning, her hands in his hair, long black-varnished nails clawing him down onto her. His pants slithering back off his ugly buttocks.

Em’s hissing in Derek’s ear, her long hair falling all around them so I can’t see her expression, but I can imagine. I’ve seen it before. But he’s intent on — first, the screen, then on the action behind him on the waterbed, shifting his gaze from one to the other, sweat stood out on his forehead, his hand hidden on his crotch. On the screen they’re sixty-nining beautifully, explicitly, spit-pearls of saliva mingling cunt-juice, tongues lashing and working raw clitoral buds to a frenzy, and behind them — two boyfriends/husbands have appeared, with expressions of exaggerated surprise cracking their faces.

Newscaster on the portable TV, map of the Persian Gulf with flexing arrow-graphics. Lee Harvey Oswald fires once, fires once, fires once. Shelby’s urging Sneak on, his fat buttocks glistening over her, his hand fumbling between their naked bellies, his stiff cock nudging at her, parting her pussy, and he’s sinking luxuriously slowly down into her, her breath exhaling sharply, ‘yes, yes.’ Tits straining and shimmering, eyes closing, thick black make-up smudging around her eyes. Derek’s attention’s fixed back on the screen, then on the bed, Em’s impatience becoming more urgent, her hand in his shirt-front, her tongue in his ear. There’s a savage throb between my legs that I can’t control, wherever I look it’s happening….

On the screen, a great swollen dome of thick cock is pressuring a tongue aside and sliding with inexorable grace into undefended quivering cunt, the tongue content to lubricate its length in quick stabs and long lingering curls as it feeds out of sight into the glistening syrupy suction-cave. While the distracting heave of Sneak’s quickening rhythm gives flick-flickering glimpses of Shelby’s parted legs as he pumps — like the proverbial Heavy Metal fiddler’s elbow, into her. It’s drawing my attention, against my will. Even as I close my eyes to fight the erotic images and the rage in my thighs, I can hear her pant, panting and whimpering, their squelching sex-noises audible even above the sharp retort as Oswald’s rifle explodes and explodes and explodes in hard cyclic punctuation…

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Ann, my gorgeous, perfect wife of three and a half years, and I have enjoyed quite the sexual journey in the past year. Inviting other individuals into our most intimate activity was something neither one of us would have ever imagined when we said “I do,” and we are convinced that 90 percent of couples would never be able to manage the attendant complications that come with group sex. However, Ann and I have been told again and again that our relationship is truly special, founded on honesty, integrity and, of course, genuine love for each other. It’s something we think every couple could have if they worked for it. Those qualities have allowed me to enjoy watching Ann get fucked by other men, even multiple men at once, and then getting my chance to join in the action. Our adoration for and loyalty to each other has only strengthened since we embraced the stag-vixen lifestyle.

Finding the right people has been the key and has had mixed results. On one hand, none of them has spoiled our real life, which is saturated with potential to be disrupted if less understanding people found out about the naughty things we have done behind closed doors. We are both professionals who work 40-plus hours per week, devoted parents to our very young daughter and widely regarded as role models of family values and morality. All of this is true. The occasional threesome or gangbang – when no one is cheating and the husband and wife are having fun and sincerely aiming to please the other – does not make one immoral, in our opinion.

On the other hand, the men weren’t always the most interesting or most attractive. They weren’t ugly losers; they just weren’t necessarily the guys worthy of having sex with the most beautiful and precious woman on the planet for one reason or another. In our exploration, a total of nine lucky guys had enjoyed the divine pleasure of penetrating my wife. One was her sister’s husband, who isn’t into group sex involving other men, or else we might have gone down that road. The door for more sister swaps remains open, but I don’t imagine we will all get together at any point. Another of the nine is her ex. While he no doubt was the “sexiest” of the group in Ann’s estimation, she thought it best to not continue with him, and I agreed. It was fun sharing her with him, but the past has a way of haunting you.

Only two of the strangers we met were guys we could see ourselves being friends with in real life. One lives a bit of a trip away and has appeared to lose contact with us. The other is still open, but we suspect he has a girlfriend, and we are not on board with infidelity. Our inability to be truly satisfied with a male partner hasn’t really been an issue, though, since we took a bit of a break from the group thing while we focus on our family. We have still been making some efforts to meet people online though in case something clicks.

One thing we had chosen to steer away from is including real friends. Not only do we know very few people who would see eye-to-eye on our new lifestyle, literally no one would be available to participate, mainly because of an existing relationship. Plus, when dealing with men we meet online, we can keep our personal details (job, address, etc.) a secret. Not so with friends. To date, I have told only one of my friends that I had started to share my wife. He and I go years back and even stood up in each other’s weddings. Ann had told only one of her friends, who is female. Beside those two, only my sister-in-law and her husband are privy to our setup.

A breakthrough came this past November. As tragic as it was for my friend, whom we will call Pat, his wife cheated on him, and they are now going through a divorce. Pat had always been Ann’s favorite of my friends. He was a tall, good-looking, easy going guy and a talented musician. Since he already was my only buddy who knew about Ann and my group sex, I always thought he would have been the guy if I were ever going to share Ann with a personal friend. Before the turn of the year, I mentioned the idea to Ann, and she was fully on board. She even suggested to invite him to spend the night following the annual New Year’s party we hosted so she could treat us both to a little action. Unfortunately, Pat never showed up to the party. Now, I hadn’t told him that Ann was going to suck his cock if he did. He’s kicking himself over that one now.

We didn’t talk about inviting Pat again until a couple months later. After Ann and I did a night away in a hotel where my wife raised the bar by doing a strip dance for me followed by incredible sex, I was unable to stop praising her. I told her how I wanted to tell people about how sexy she was, and the first person who came to mind was Pat. Ann liked how excited she had made me and encouraged me to tell Pat anything I wanted. It was at that point that I suggested it would be really hot if she did a little show for him as well as me. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time I saw her take her clothes off in front of multiple men. Ann responded çapa escort by saying that if Pat would even want to join us for a threesome, she would do it. I think I laughed. Like any single guy, let alone a good friend like Pat who needed to be cheered up as much as anyone, would not want to be sexually pleasured by my hot Italian wife.

Since my buddy and I try to get together at least once a month for lunch, I texted him about grabbing a bite the following Saturday. When Saturday came, I headed out the door and kissed my wife goodbye. With a sly smile, she told me to let me know what he says. I let her know I found it really exciting to be taking this step.

Pat and I met at a nearby fast food place and I carefully chose a table in the back corner where we were less likely to be overheard. I asked Pat how he was doing, and it seemed he was essentially just hanging in there. He asked me of my welfare, so I went into the fun-filled weekend Ann and I had enjoyed last week, sparing no details about my wife, her outfit, her dancing and the sex. Knowing that Pat was well-aware of Ann and my recent taking to group sex, I added that she made me really want to share her again soon. I then point-blank asked him if he ever thought about fucking my wife. He quickly and carefully responded that he would never do that behind my back. I told him I was talking about a threesome, two dudes fucking one hot girl. He was on board, and from there we set a date for two weeks from then for him to come over later in the evening and allow my sexy spouse to help cheer him up. As we were making the plans, I was texting Ann with the updates, further evidence for Pat that we meant business. It went even easier and less awkwardly than I had expected.

When I got home, it turned out Ann hadn’t had her phone with her because she was busy being a mother. I told her that Pat would be coming over around 8:30 just short of two weeks from then, so she needed to prepare her A game. Ann smiled, laughed and told me that she was really excited. I told her I couldn’t wait to finally show her off to one of my real friends.

Over the next couple weeks, life among the three of us went as normal. Ann and I balanced work and family life and even managed to have sex a few times. Pat and I texted every few days about sports and trivial thing without a mention of Ann, let alone the fact that she was scheduled to be a shared tasty treat for the two of us very soon. It wasn’t until the day before that Pat texted me to ask if we were still on for the following night. I confirmed the time and place, and he said he was really looking forward to it and would see us then.

Friday was quite a whirlwind, thanks to work, daycare and trying to throw together a family dinner by the time we got home at almost 5:30 pm. After eating, Ann got our daughter started in the process for bedtime while I cleaned the house as much as I could. By 7:30, the kid was down, the house was clean, and Ann and I were able to take turns in the shower to get clean and relaxed in preparation for what would certainly be an unforgettable night. By 8:15, we were both clean, so I was getting the setting in order while Ann put on her make up and did her hair.

I wasn’t sure how to set the mood here. It wasn’t a romantic environment we were going for, since this was dirty, carnal sex with a married couple and their friend. I didn’t light any candles or play romantic music. As I made preparations in the living room, Ann suggested we use the finished corner of our basement. She and I had fucked down there only once, and it was actually just earlier this week, so I imagine that was why the idea was fresh in Ann’s head. I went down there to turn on some lights, pull out some blankets on the couch and select some songs on my phone that would set a fun party-type atmosphere.

Just a minute past 8:30, Ann called to me to tell me she was ready. About a minute later, Pat pulled in, so I met him at the service door and brought him into the house. I realized then that it was actually his first time in our new house, which we had moved into just at the end of this past summer. I asked if he wanted a tour first or if he wanted to move along right to Ann. We both just wanted to get right to it.

I led Pat to basement and let Ann know we were ready. “OK, start the music!” she said. I was a little worried she was going to wake the baby, but that kid slept through everything. Once I got the tunes going, Ann came down the stairs, slowly, sexily, wearing nothing but the red lingerie I had bought her for Valentine’s Day, the matching thong and the same pair of black, open-toe high heels she had worn when she last danced for me. We originally were going to forgo the shoes this time, since they were a treat specifically for me, but they really did add to her presentation, and this night was all about showing her off. I told her she could take them off right after the strip tease so she would be comfortable when Pat and fındıkzade escort I began to have our way with her. Those sexy shoes clacked on each step of the stairs as the meat made her way to two hungry men.

Pat’s jaw dropped and he cursed. He knew my 5’5″ slender, tan wife was pretty, but he had never seen her like this. With her breasts practically hanging out, her belly button exposed and those sexy legs bare down to her shoes, my wife’s body screamed eroticism in a way none of my friends had seen before. “Damn, dude,” Pat said. “You lucky dog.”

“She hasn’t even started yet,” I replied. Ann blushed, looking every bit as hot as she had a few weeks prior with her perfectly done make up, those deep brown eyes popping behind her mascara, and that beautiful dark hair that was reaching for her shoulders again after she’d had it cut short a few months back. The sexy vixen strutted right by us, saying only “Hi, Pat” with a naughty smile as she made her way to the middle of the room and immediately began to sway to the music. I directed Pat to have a seat on the couch, and I sat next to him while my hot wife began to show off to my friend what I already had the pleasure of enjoying every day.

Letting go of her inhibitions, which she had become very good at doing around me no matter who else was around, Ann swayed her hips, shook her ass and rocked her body to the beat of the music. Pat and I didn’t exchange words or really pay much attention to each other at all, seeing as our eyes were magnetized to the spectacle in front of us. As Ann’s little dance progressed, she played with the straps on her lingerie, accompanied by teasing smiles and she refused to allow the teddy to drop farther than her nipples at first. At last, she reached around her back to unlatch the garment and then turned around, that beautiful ass in that sexy thong on full display as my wife slowly pushed the lingerie down her back until it was past her hips, where it then hit the floor around her heels. Still grinning, Ann faced us, her hands over her boobs but for just a moment longer. Then the hands moved, showcasing her lovely breasts to my good friend, who still didn’t say a word. I couldn’t help but take a quick glance at his pants just to confirm the only possibility in this context: he was clearly hard for my wife.

Ann strutted over to us, still wearing the heels but nothing else. She dropped to her knees in front of us, landing right between us but reaching for my sweatpants to pull them away from my rock-hard cock. This is the point where my friendship with Pat took a twist, as we had never seen each other’s junk before. In this context, it didn’t unnerve me at all, not that I could speak for Pat. Not only had I gotten used to seeing other guys fuck my wife (let alone seeing them naked), what was happening here was too going to be too much fun to let a little homophobia get in the way.

As Ann began to stroke and suck my cock, she welcomed Pat to unleash his when he was ready. He snapped right to it, undoing his jeans and revealing a pretty impressive pecker that brought a smile to Ann’s face when she took her mouth off my cock and stroked it instead. Ann then reached up with her other hand so that she was stroking us simultaneously and then decided to suck off my friend, who moaned with pleasure. Ann proceeded to take turns sucking us both off, expertly working the entire organ and certainly delivering as much pleasure to Pat as she was to me.

Ann sucked us off like a champ for a couple minutes and then decided to get a little silly. With a goofy smile on her face and a cock in each hand, she pulled our dicks closer and closer as she stroked them, saying she going to make them touch. It didn’t really bother me. By this point, my nuts had incidentally touched another nut sack a few times with all the times Ann had been double-penetrated now, so it didn’t really unnerve me. I responded by telling her if she made them touch, she had to try to fit them in her mouth together. Ann laughed and then moved right along to bring both heads past her lips.

Neither of us guys even cared that our cocks were touching as Ann, double-fisted, crammed as much of them past her lips as she could. Her tongue slid around and between the two heads, ensuring that I all but forgot that my manhood was in contact with one of my best friends. Ann secured both dicks in her mouth for just a moment before pulling them out and then quickly but seductively taking turns with each of them, holding them close together and sucking and licking each one at a time.

Once Ann pulled back, releasing our cocks, she stood up and pulled her shoes off, signaling for me that she was ready for her turn. Pat and I got off the couch, and I guided Ann to take our place. She lay down with her head on the armrest and spread her legs just enough for me to kneel in front of her to get her started. It was at this point that I took my clothes off, not at all deterred by my buddy’s eyüp escort presence. This part was a little awkward for him, I bet, as I started to eat out Ann’s tasty pussy while she held her legs up and ran her hand through my hair. He didn’t take his eyes off my wife though.

I licked my wife’s pussy for about a minute before I offered it to Pat. He quickly took my place while I leaned over the couch, over Ann’s chest and massaged her shoulders and ran my fingers through her head as our friend ate her pussy. My hands migrated to her breasts, giving them hard squeezes and adding to her pleasure. Eventually, I leaned in further and sucked her tits, all while Pat continued to pleasure her orally, priming her for the main event that was approaching fast.

After several minutes of tasting my wife, Pat and I were both off the couch, and Ann sat up. Pat stripped at point, so we were all completely naked and totally comfortable with it. We had a brief discussion over how do proceed, and we agreed that each guy would get a couple solo runs with Ann before we both took her at the same time. Being a generous host and a good friend, I gave Pat the first turn. We spent the next moment getting everyone lubed up, including Ann’s ass to prepare it for use later. Then Ann bent over the couch lay on her back, spread her legs and looked over her shoulder as Pat stepped up behind her as he guided his cock into my wife’s twat.

Pat gripped Ann’s waist and slowly thrust forward until, pushing his cock into my wife inch by inch, he finally slid all the way inside her. Meanwhile, I had taken a seat on the armchair that was set at a right angle to the couch, giving me a perfect view of my wife’s taking my friend’s dick. I couldn’t help but stroke my own shaft, as it was insanely arousing to watch as my buddy began to pump in and out of my wife from behind. The two were moaning instantly, a big smile evident on Ann’s face as she pushed her hair out of her face and braced herself against the back of the couch while she looked over at me and took the steady fucking.

“Fuck, dude!” Pat cursed, still holding onto Ann and now pounding her harder and faster. “That’s good pussy!” I hadn’t been with as many girls in my life as Pat had, so that compliment meant something to both Ann and me. Ann laughed, still getting pushed forward and back as my friend screwed her, and I thanked him, saying I was glad my wife was able to pick him up a bit tonight. “Oh hell yeah, man,” he said and continued to fill Ann’s pussy with his eager prick.

I watched Pat fuck my wife like that for a few minutes before I took my turn. He and I switched places, he on the armchair and I setting up behind my wife. She was sufficiently lubed up, not to mention wet, so I slipped into her with relative ease and went right to nailing her, gently scratching and massaging her back as I started off pumping into her slowly while Pat watched us. It wasn’t at all unnerving having one of my best friends as a spectator to Ann’s and my lovemaking anymore than it had been to watch him take her himself.

My hands gravitated to Ann’s tight ass, giving it a couple gentle slaps. Then I reached for her shoulders, pressing my thumbs deep into flesh, making her groan from the massage as well as the steady penetration of my body into hers. Next, I slid my hands underneath her, grabbing onto both her boobs and squeezing them as I held her close to me and continued to pummel her from behind. Finally, I straightened my back again, held onto her hips and leaned a bit to the side so I could watch her breasts swing back and forth as I slammed into her over and over again while we both moaned.

After several minutes of pounding Ann like that, I offered Pat one more solo turn. This time, Ann got on her back, resting her head on the armrest and lifting and spreading her legs to welcome our friend back into her temple. Pat had one knee on the couch and the other foot on the floor as he shuffled in. Ann rested her ankles on Pat’s shoulders and lay her hands above her head on the armrest as well while Pat slipped back inside my wife. I took my seat on the armchair again and watched, my view this time being of Ann’s feet by my friend’s head and her lovely boobs heaving upward as Pat slammed into her.

Pat held onto Ann’s thighs and went right to pumping deep into Ann, quickly increasing his pace so that he was nailing her hard and fast before long. Ann’s tan body bounced slightly up and down the couch cushion as my friend fucked her, a smile still having never left her face since the time she came down the stairs. Before long, Ann invited Pat to grab her tits, which he did without hesitation, cursing and panting as he gave our now shared goddess the worship she deserved.

I let Pat fuck Ann like that for a little while, hoping he would make her cum. Ann got close a couple times but frustration set in as she simply couldn’t get there. It happens occasionally with her, and a change of position (or, in this case, a change of men), almost always did the trick. Pat pulled out and got off the couch, giving me another compliment on my sexy wife as he took a minute to come down a bit and prepare for his next turn. I took his place, Ann still on her back. I lay down on top of her, kissing her as she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pushing me herself into her tight, wet cunt.

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It was my senior year of high school, and my 3rd and final year as a Varsity Cheerleader Team… Rah Rah and all that stuff. There are two things that really come back to me in the way of memories about those times… Jealousy and Competition amongst us… and Road Trips! I’m gonna skip the petty stuff and go for what you guys always ask me about. In this case, I’m gonna tell you about one of the basketball road trips we went on.

We were on our way home from a disastrous loss at the hands of another high school that we should have beaten big time! Our supposed State Championship bound basketball team got slaughtered! The ride back home on the bus was about 4 1/2 hours, and the first hour was spent yelling and screaming trying to blame it on anything. Finally, one after another started to drift off to sleep. Rain pelted the windows. It was just downright dreary and depressing. Linda and I were the only two cheerleaders still awake.

The others were curled up in their seats dreaming. Most of the team had drifted off too. Linda and two of the last 5 guys announced they were turning in too. Linda asked me if I was gonna hang or jet, and I looked at the three guys left awake. They said they weren’t ready to go to sleep yet, if I wanted to hang out with them. So, the four of us were there in the back seat of the bus talking.

We got to talking about their upcoming college plans, and then dating. We laughed, because not one of us was dating anyone at the time. I told them I’d be their girlfriend until they found someone. They seemed to like that a lot. We started posing all sorts of scenarios as to which nights I’d date who, etc. I told them we could “double date”. or “triple date” to solve that. The next thing we were arguing about, was what if one of them wanted to make out with me. What would the other two do? Hahahaha I remember just sitting there with my arms crossed under my breasts shaking my disbelieving head listening to them banter. That’s when the conversation got tense. I asked them what would be wrong with sharing me at the same time? That’s when one of them, Hank, whispered. “You mean.. like in sex and stuff?”

I must have been looking down when he said that, because when I looked up I saw all three of them staring at me like a steak dinner. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Sure why not? But, everyone would get the same treatment no favorites or individual favors. That’s when Devon blurted out. “How about right fucking now?” I shushed him, and looked around quickly and nervously too, wondering if I had made a mistake in what I had just proposed. Everyone else, except for the driver, appeared to be asleep, and the only noise filling the air was the hum of tires on the water soaked highway.

“What have you got in mind, ” I asked? There’s not much we can do here in these confined taksim escort surroundings. ” Burt whispered, “First, let’s have a feel of those beautiful tits of yours, baby. ” I bit my lip as I pulled up the front of my sweater, exposing them to my appreciative boyfriends. Hank was the first to reach out and touch them. As a matter, of fact, he wasn’t timid at all; because of the way he just filled both his hands and proceeded to massage them roughly. He pulled me sideways onto the seat where I now lay on my back with my head in his lap, and my legs in Devon’s lap. He was running his hands up and down my legs while Burt got on the floor and started sucking on my belly button. Hank had bent down and began kissing me fully on the mouth, as I felt Burt’s tongue move from my belly button to my breasts, sucking and licking me to pure lust and desire.

Then I felt a finger slip up my thigh into my panties and into my pussy I arched my back at this and moaned into Hank’s mouth sucking tongue like I was gonna rip it out of his mouth. As I opened my eyes to Hank shifting position, he ordered Burt to grab the duffel bag on the seat in front of him and they positioned it under my head and neck. I was panting and moaning louder as Devon had succeeded in getting his second finger into my twat. with his other hand somewhere under my ass lifting it up and down his plunging fingers. I heard the familiar zip of a fly, and looked up to see this big cock now hanging down in my face. I didn’t even think. I just opened my mouth and accepted the gift.. My ears were filled with “holy shit”. etc. as I sucked away at the cock in my mouth.

Two more zippers made their presence known, and I suddenly came to my senses.. With a mouth full of cock, I tried to protest what was apparently going to happen. when a comforting voice said, “don’t worry Lisa, we are just interested in blowjobs right now. ” With that, I stopped fighting and sucked. I felt the heat and hardness of another cock rubbing over my tits and those wonderfully talented fingers working between my legs Suddenly, what seemed like only a minute, Hank grunted and told me he didn’t want to make a mess, so I’d better swallow all of it I did. I gulped hot cum from the jerking cock in my mouth. So thick and gooey was the cum. I swirled my tongue lovingly around the head as the last of his cum oozed into my mouth. Hank pulled his cock from my mouth and smiled down at me. I remember looking up and smiling. licking my lips and mouthing “thankyou”.

Next came Devon.. His beautiful fingers pulled from my pussy, and as I started to protest, Hank and he switched places. Devon put his fingers to my lips and watched me suck and lick my juices from them. Then, he moved forward and with his hand around the base and his fingers beyoğlu escort in my hair. he pushed his cock into my waiting mouth. Devon’s cock was about the same size as Hank’s had been, so I felt really comfortable with it moving in and out of my mouth. He’d pull it out just enough to take turns pushing it into each cheek from the inside.. He told me later, I looked really sexy with his cock head trying to push it’s way thru my cheek. Men.. I tried to scootch up some so I could tilt my head back further.. knowing it would be easier to take more of him in my mouth. and throat. *smile*.. which I was pretty sure none of them knew about yet.

Devon was a stud. he took his time much to the whining of Burt who was constantly insisting that he be given his turn. Then, I felt Devon push forward.. felt his weight behind his thrust. knew he was now testing the limits of my ability to take more and I did. I felt hands mashing my tits.. and the constant fingering of my cunt. when it hit me like a tidal wave. I came just as Devon’s cock found it’s way into my throat all the way.

He began fucking my throat… three short strokes, and then he’d push it down the length of his shaft until my tongue reached out and licked at his balls… He kept this up for what seemed like 4 or 5 minutes… I couldn’t really tell for sure… I was too busy remembering to breathe when he pulled his cock out to where he let me lick and suck on the fat crown..

“Okay, babe… I’m gonna cum, but you best be swallowing it, Lisa. Don’t be spitting my seed out either. ” He came Gawd, did he cum… jerking and pulsing cum.. I almost choked during the first burst of cum. In his excitement, he had pulled back to where a blast of cum went partially down my windpipe. but like a good girl I swallowed. As I thrashed around between the two invading pleasure giving objects, I came again. and again. Later, they told me they were worried that I’d wake up everyone on the bus. So they made sure my mouth was always full.. And the did… keep my moans of ecstasy muffled with plenty of cock.

Reluctantly, Devon withdrew. I watched as each inch of his long cock slipped surrealistically from my mouth I lay there in a daze. panting and swallowing.. still feeling like I had more cum to swallow. I had my thighs locked around Hank’s wonderful hand not willing to turn loose for anything. Comforting words followed. “Don’t worry, Baby.. I’ll make it up to you later. ” With that assurance, I relaxed my death grip on his hand, groaning deeply as he pulled it back.

But now, Burt wanted his turn and he wanted it now! As Hank zipped up and moved away, Burt pushed his way to my face and grabbed a chunk of my hair and tried to stuff his fat cock in my mouth. I quickly turned my head to the side cihangir escort to avoid it, which followed with a sneering hurting remark. “Open your mouth whore!” I wasn’t a whore! I started slapping at him, and Hank moved it to calm things down. Big tears filled my eyes, and trickled down my cheeks. The pouty look on my face confirmed my hurt feelings. Burt’s anger and frustration suddenly turned to apologetic gestures.

Before he could gush out more, I told the two of them that I was going to the bathroom, and would be back in a few minutes. I could tell that it was difficult for Burt to release his grip on my hair but he did. I found the quiet solace of the bathroom, as I thought back about what I’d just done. I still didn’t think I was a whore. horny, maybe. but not a whore! I washed my face and straightened my skirt and sweater then went back out to the boys.

Burt was the only one awake now Hank had evidently gone back to his seat too.. As Burt attempted to speak, and I shushed him with my fingers to his lips. He had this big hurt puppy dog look on his face. I can still see it in my memory today. I sat beside him and put my hand on his thigh, and gently rubbed his leg as I whispered to him. I haven’t forgotten about you. “Smile” I was just saving the best for last. With that, his face broke into a big broad smile. I told him he’d have to be very quiet and TELL me if he saw anyone moving at all! I wasn’t about to fuck up now. Literally, or so I thought!

I crawled up on the seat and knelt beside him. slipping my hand inside his open trousers, as I bent forward to kiss him At first he balked at kissing me, but as soon as I had my fingers wrapped around his dick, he whimpered like a baby into my mouth. My mind reeled as I became aware of how big around his cock was in my hand. Both of his hands had slipped under my sweater and were kneading my breasts. It felt soo good. Suddenly, I made a dangerous decision. I straddled his lap, as I worked his fat cock through the opening in his pants.

Breathlessly, I stared into his handsome face and told him to move my panties aside. As he did, I worked the head of his cock up into my pussy and let out a long sigh as I slid down over it. I cupped his face in my hands, and said. “Don’t make any noise. Just let me do all the work okay?” He just nodded his wrinkled head at me as I put my arms around his neck and began slowly working my hips up and down the hot meat impaling me. Ummmm. I can still feel it He lasted about 1 minute. maybe less. I knew when he was ready to cum It was in his eyes. We both locked eyes and held on tight as his cock swelled inside me, pulsing and squirting cum deep in my pussy. As I felt him soften and slip out I slid off his lap to the bus floor and took his cock in my mouth and licked and sucked our juices from it.

I wiped my mouth on the towel someone left on the seat and stood to blow him a kiss before I turned and went to my seat with Linda. She was smiling as I sat down. I wonder how many others watched what we did in the back of the school bus that night.. I’ll try to write more later. There was actually a really cool followup to this trip *s*

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An interesting thing happened to me on my way home a couple of weeks ago, but first, i have to give a little background. My dad played in a rock band when he was in High School and college, and decided to start up his own band. He grabbed a couple of his high school buddies and his brother and started their band. My dad plays bass, rhythm guitar and keyboards; my uncle Todd plays the same instruments as dad. His high school buddies are Howie on drums, Stevie on lead guitar and Stosh, who was kind of a jack of all trades, he could play almost any instrument, guitar, horns and keyboards. Everyone got a chance to do some lead vocals, but Stosh was going to be the main singer.

This was supposed to be a fun thing, get together once in a while to practice, and maybe play at backyard parties during the summer. They were into the 80’s and 90’s hard rock, UFO, Whitesnake, Rainbow, Foghat and some of the hair bands like Motley Crue, Ratt and Poison. Since this supposed to be fun, and since I loved this kind of music as much as my dad, he asked me if I wanted to sing a couple of songs. I always wanted to be in a rock band, but since I’m really not into today’s music too much, my dad’s fault, I could never find anyone close to my age interested in the kind of music I enjoy. I was excited about singing, I figured I could do some Pat Benetar, Lita Ford and Heart songs to name a few.

We practiced a couple of times a week and were pretty good, the guys picked up where they left of in college, they were pretty tight. I was having a blast, and while i don’t have the greatest voice, I was still pretty darn good. If Britney Spears is considered a good singer, I could certainly sing as well as she can, but I don’t think that’s saying much. I’m not jealous of Britney; I think she is smart and sexy. I think she has an average at best voice, but she uses her talents, which are dancing, and sex appeal, and has made millions, good for her.

We did a couple of spring parties in basements, mostly Billy’s, and did some summer parties in people’s backyards, it was a blast. I started out the first time singing just three songs, “Kiss Me Deadly” and “Shot of Poison”, by Lita Ford, and “How Can I Refuse”, by Heart. It was fun, and I did a pretty good job. I dressed really sexy, short black leather skirt with thong panties underneath, and a white tube top with no bra. Lets just say, my headlights were on high beam to quote my fiancé. It was interesting, when I wasn’t on stage, there really wasn’t a lot of interest, but when I came on for my 3 song set, almost everyone at the party came out to check us out, especially the younger people that were there.

We did a couple more shows the next month, and for each show, I sang a couple more songs. The same thing happened as before, when I was on, more people payed attention. While this was supposed to be fun, it was a lot more fun playing to a larger audience. With each show we did, I sang more and more, and even started singing the songs from the male bands that we covered. Stosh wasn’t too happy about this, and let everyone know about it. The more places that we played at, the more people started showing up, and when I wasn’t on stage, very few people payed attention to the band.

I decided that I wanted to spice things up a bit and had a talk with my dad. We are really open when it comes to communication, and while he doesn’t always like or approve some of the things I do, he understands that I am an adult and that I have a good head on my shoulders. He knows that I have stripped at bachelor parties and that I am bi-sexual and that I have sex with Jodi. Of course, I don’t tell him everything, but I would if he asked me. I was brought up in a household where nudity was allowed. I was taught that the human body is beautiful and that I shouldn’t be ashamed of my body. It helps of course that my family is gifted with great metabolisms and I do keep myself in excellent shape.

I told my dad that I wanted to be my flirtatious self; that I wanted to drive the men and women in the audience crazy. I promised that it would only happen in front of adult audiences and only when Billy was around to protect me. I wanted to add some BDSM to the show, no complete nudity of course, just some harmless fun. He talked it over with the rest of the band, and everyone but Stosh was cool with it, he wanted me out of the band completely. He hated that I wasn’t a musician and that I sometimes needed 4×6 cards with the lyrics written on it to sing some of my songs. He was jealous of course that the audience loved me. He didn’t understand that no one really wanted to see a bunch of older guys playing old music. Lets face it, sex sells, as Britney and Christina Aguillera have proven.

I was now singing over half of the songs, and was excited about our next gig, which was at a North Shore mansion. The North Shore of Chicago is a mostly near the lake group of well-to-do villages. This was a college graduation party, everyone there was 21 and over, I was excited to put my ideas into the act. topkapı escort We started out the show with me singing “Kiss Me Deadly”. I was scantily dressed as usual, short black leather mini with my now famous tube top. We played on the grass, so the audience was at our level. I pranced around and flirted with the male members in the audience, rubbing their chests and patting a couple of behinds, the guys loved it.

I kept up my flirting and prancing for a couple of songs, occasionally accidentally showing my thong pantied ass. After 5 songs, I took a break so that Stosh could take over. Most of the people watching walked away after I left, some of them coming up to chat with and even hit on me. I was engaged by now, so I introduced Billy as my fiancé, which let the guys know I was taken.

I made a little costume change before I came back on stage, putting on a small push up bra under my tube top, and donned a leather jacket. I also put on a shiny black pair of sweat pants, the kind that have buttons all over for easy removal. The band started up Motley Crue’s “Girls, Girls, Girls”, with a tape of the motorcycles at the beginning. The lights came on and I started prancing around like a stripper, shaking my ass everywhere and blowing kisses to the now gathering crowd. This was the song that I won an amateur strip contest in Vegas and was now my striptease theme song. I had all the moves down and was beginning to drive the men crazy. I quickly removed the leather jacket and the sweat pants and strutted my stuff. That was followed by my tank top leaving me in a sexy bra and my leather skirt.

I walked around shaking my ass with my back to the crowd, giving them a glimpse of my tush and then unzipped and turned around, dropping my skirt. There wasn’t a person at the party who wasn’t watching my act with anticipation. I turned around and grabbed my ankles; giving them a perfect shot of my hot ass, and then got back up and strutted around. I bent over again and slowly moved back up, reaching behind my back to unsnap the bra, and then let it drop to the ground. As i turned around, i placed my hands over my breasts, after all, I promised daddy. As I did that the song ended and i rushed behind the makeshift stage and got dressed.

I was hornier than hell, and at the next break, I told Billy so. We found a nice secluded bathroom in the house, which had about 7 bathrooms. I practically tore Billy’s pants off and swallowed his hardening cock whole. I love the feeling of a cock hardening while deep in my throat. When he was hard, I started licking his shaft all over, teasing his peehole, which is really sensitive, and circling his also sensitive head. I didn’t want him to cum too soon so I licked my way down his shaft and started licking his balls while completely ignoring his shaft. This was driving him nuts so to speak, and then I popped one of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked on it. I released that testicle and popped the other one in my mouth, also sucking gently. I decided to suck on both balls at the same time, not an easy trick to do, but one which drives Billy crazy. He gets really fidgety when I do that, but he tells me he loves it.

I wanted to be fucked, so I released his balls and placed my hands on the sink. I didn’t have to tell Billy what to do as he slowly slid his big cock into my wet and ready pussy. “Mmmmm”, I moaned, as he fucked me with long and slow strokes. Out of nowhere, he yanked my hair back hard and started jack hammering in and out of me. “Yessss”, I screamed, “fuck me lover, fuck me harder, make me feel it, fuck meeeeeee”. Billy replied, “Take that you little slut”, and slapped my ass with an open hand, followed by a backhand on my other cheek as he kept up his fast and hard pace. Billy is an unreal lover, he can read my mind and knows when to speed up, slow down, roughen things up, and when to take it easy and caress me. I never have to tell him what to do, not too many men are like him when it comes to pace and the right moments to change things up.

He then slowed things down with long hard strokes, pulling out slowly, waiting a second, and then slamming back into me hard as I reached between my legs to diddle myself and play with his swinging balls. He then grabbed my hair back hard and fucked me hard and fast, occasionally giving my butt a little slap. He pulled out of my pussy which was my queue to turn around fast, grab his cock and lead it into my mouth. I was just in time as he blasted a hard and yummy load of man juice down my throat, “mmmmmmm”, I mumbled. I sucked and suckled his cock for about a minute and then gave his a creamy kiss, which he isn’t that crazy about, but he loves the fact that I have a lot of rebel in me. He appreciates the fact that I can dish things back at him, and I never take his kidding around personally.

Later in the show during a guitar solo, I walked through the crowd pretending to be searching for someone. I walked up to my girlfriend Jodi and gave a deep, fatih escort passionate French kiss, this made the guys really crazy. After that show, I had a following; guys would travel to parties that we played at. I came up with a clever idea for our next backyard show which has carried onto our regular act. We had a raffle, $10 a ticket, with the winning ticket holder coming onstage to place me on their lap and give me a spanking. That has gone over really big, and all of the money goes to charity, this has never been a money thing for any of the band. It’s funny how some guys react when they have me on their laps, get ready to spank me. Some are soooo scared that I have to calm them down and tell them what to do. Most of them are afraid to lift my skirt, but I always tell them to do so. They usually spank me so softly, that I have to tell them to hit harder. I have even had two women win the raffle, they seemed more at ease giving me a spanking.

Stosh was causing a lot of dissension, for someone who wanted the band to be fun, he was making everyone miserable. We finally got a gig at a small bar just over the border in Wisconsin. The guys arrived before me to set things up on the stage. When I got there, my dad took me aside and told me that Stosh was making an either she goes or I go threat. I told my dad that while I loved singing in the band, that I wasn’t going to come between him and the rest of the guys. I was pissed, but also curious to see what would happen next. The show was about to start and the bar was filling up. I would guess that there were about 75 people there, and they paid a cover to see the band. I recognized about 25 guys from our previous shows, and when I told them why I wasn’t on stage, they got pissed.

I told Billy about what happened, he wanted to tell Stosh how he felt but we both decided to do something to relieve our angst. We went out into the parking lot and into his SUV. The back seats were down and we had a big blanket laid out for these kinds of emergencies. He had his windows lightly tinted so that people couldn’t really see completely in, but could make out shadows and the fact that there was some kind of activity going on inside. We ripped our clothes off and I laid down on my back as Billy mounted me in a 69 position. I pulled his hardening cock into my mouth and started sucking him hard, while he started licking my wet pussy. He then slid two fingers deep inside of me and started seeking out my G-Spot while continuing to lick my pussy and teasing me by avoiding my clit. He started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth while fingering me deeply and lightly touching my clit with the tip of his tongue. The man knows how to tease and please a woman just right, he should give lessons on oral homage. I was pretty much letting him fuck my mouth as I tightened my lips around his rod. He meanwhile really had me thrashing around underneath him as he worked my clit over and found my G-Spot and started manipulating it.

I could feel that special sense building deep inside of me and just as I started to scream out that I was cumming, he shot a massive load deep into throat. I swallowed his cum and he lapped at my juices licking them like he would an ice cream cone. He then spun around and started sliding in and out of my mouth, just to get himself hard again. That didn’t take long as he moved down and slid his newly hard penis into my wet and ready pussy. He started slow and then picked up the pace, fucking me hard as our bellies slapped together. I wrapped my legs around his waist bringing him closer to me as he pounded in and out of my pussy. He then pulled out of my pussy and went right into my ass, never missing a stroke. He didn’t slow his pace down either, he slammed away at my ass, it felt soooo good.

He fucked my ass hard for a good 5 minutes, never slowing his, just good hard fucking. He then pulled out of my ass and turned me around on my hands and knees and buried his cock deep inside of me. This is our favorite position for anal sex, it gives him access to pull my hair or spank my bottom, and it’s easier for me to play with myself and/or his balls. He grabbed a handful of my hair and gave me a rodeo fuck, using my hair like reins as I slammed my ass back at him almost as hard as he was pushing into me. We were calling each other filthy names which makes both of us hot, and it wasn’t too long before I heard him grunt, and then felt his special soothing cream starting to fill up my ass. When he was done, I turned around and took his softening cock into my mouth, sucking it and cleaning him off, which I love doing for him.

When we walked back into the bar, the band was playing UFO’s “Lights Out”, one of my favorite songs. They sounded great, but the crowd wanted more. My fans wanted me and started a “we want sinnndy chant”, and the rest of the crowd was unhappy about the boring old men that were on stage. Things were getting a little scary, people wanted their money back and other’s wanted the aksaray escort band to just stop. It was unfair because I thought the band sounded good, they only needed a chance. A little part of me was pleased that they were failing however.

After the first set, I could see the band arguing with the manager of the bar, he was promised a sexy female singer, not a bunch of has beens and never weres. The guys huddled for a while and then began arguing amongst themselves. Stosh then kicked over an amp and walked offstage in a huff. My dad then waved me over and told me that Stosh was out of the band and that I was their main singer. I never liked Stosh from the beginning, he was never a team player and only looked out for his best interest. I put on my normal sex and bondage show and things went from intense and scary to fun and wild, it ended up being a great evening.

This all leads up to what happened to me after performing a show at another small bar in a small town in Wisconsin. We had about 100 people there, more than half of them had become regular groupies, mostly men of course, but there were some women that followed us around. It was our usual fare, hard rock with some oldies thrown in for measure. Stevie talked me into singing “I Touch Myself”, not one of my favorite songs, but you can imagine the performance that I put on while singing that one, it was almost obscene.

I was pooped after our show, and wanted to leave, but Billy had some friends with him and wanted to stay, so I drove home alone. It was no big deal, I only had 2 beers the whole night and it was only about an hours ride to our house.

I started driving down some of the back roads which eventually would lead to the main highway. I normally drive between 5 to 10 miles an hour over the speed limit, but I know that when you go through a small town that one should really go the speed limit, especially with out of state license plates. I was maybe going 33 MPH in a 30 MPH zone when the blue lights went on behind me. I have gotten out of tickets before by flashing my smile, and hoped that this would work again. The officer came up to the car and asked me if I knew how fast I was going. I told the officer that I was pretty sure that I was doing the 30 MPH speed limit. He said, “Ma’am, I clocked you at 42 miles per hour”, that was an outright lie. Staying calm, I told the officer that I believed he was mistaken, and flashed him my best smile.

He was a tall, good-looking man who looked great in his uniform. He asked for my license and registration, usually a sign that one is going to get a ticket. Billy and I have talked before about this kind of situation, and he told me that if I could get out of a ticket, and fulfill a fantasy like this, that I could go for it. I begged the officer not to give me a ticket, that I believed I had done nothing wrong. He said , “sorry Ma’am, you were speeding and it’s my duty to give you a ticket. I pretended like I was going to cry and pleaded with him that if my daddy found out, he would take my car away from me. He apologized again but was firm with his duty. I then said the magic words, “please Sir, I will do almost anything not to get a ticket, please, I beg of you”. I then looked down and had the saddest looking face, I looked miserable.

He walked back to his car, and a couple of minutes later, another squad car arrived and sat there with it’s lights on and was stationed right behind the officer’s car. He then asked me to step out of the car and turn and face the car, with my hands on the hood and my legs spread wide. I was wearing the usual concert garb, short black mini with a thong underneath, and a white tube top. He stood there for a while and checked me out hard, and then proceeded to run a proper frisking, nothing sexual, just checking for weapons. He told me to remain in that position, and went to talk to the officers in the other car. At this point, I decided to give Billy a call just in case I didn’t show up at home tonight. I acted nonchalant and called him on his cell and explained my little predicament. He told me to be careful and go for it, and that he would head out this way if he didn’t hear from me by 6 AM. I hung up and clipped the phone back onto my skirt and waited for what was going to happen next.

A different voice ordered me to turn around, he was an older man in his early 50’s, probably a higher-ranking official. He said to me, “Missy, I understand that we have a little situation here”. I said to him questionably, “situation Sir?” He then said that I had tried to bribe the other officer. I replied, “I was just trying to get out of the ticket any way that I could, legally of course”. “I don’t believe I was doing anything wrong officer, the radar gun must have been wrong”. He replied, “Our radar gun was working properly, now, what did you mean when you told Officer Johnson that you would do anything?” I knew exactly what was going on, and I decided that I wanted to act innocent and yet seductive. I said, “well anything means whatever you think might be necessary so that I don’t receive a ticket, legally of course”. “Well missy”, he replied, “there is community service that you could perform, it would only be for a couple of hours, then we could tear up that ticket”. “What will I have to do Sir, especially this late at night?” I replied. “Leave that up to me”, he chuckled.

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