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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lily didn’t seem to have made a reappearance.

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

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

“Who’s this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he did.

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

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

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

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

“Uh, no mate,” Nathan said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Want to watch?” I asked him.

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

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

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with-“

“Okay,” he said.

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

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

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

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

“Fuck…” I heard the taxi driver breathe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Voices.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“None of them are her husband?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn,” Sharon said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not yet,” she said over her shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe you’re what?” John asked.

“Insatiable.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, Ellen and I are together.”

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

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

Sharon blushed slightly when she heard his name

“I could see that,” he continued.

“How long have you and Ellen been together?’

“Three years next month.”

“Do you go to the club at all?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tea or coffee?”

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

“Tea, white, no sugar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” she laughed, “Already?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bacon and eggs would be great.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My wife was reading this forum and suggested that I post our story here, so here it goes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good evening, gentlemen,” he said.

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

“That’s my ride, Frank,” she said.

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi,” she said.

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

“Where do we go?” Charlie said.

“Down by the Harrison docks,” Lena said.

“Ok. Get in.”

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

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

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

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

“You have a hard on,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s not a cop, is he?” Ethan said.

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

Charlie shrugged. “You never asked.”

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

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

Lena appeared to be scrutinizing him.

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

“No.”

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

“No,” Ethan said.

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

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

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

“Right here?” Ethan said.

“Yes. Right here.”

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

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

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

“Oh my,” she sighed.

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

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

Her hand moved slowly up and down his shaft.

“So what happened?” Ethan said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How old were you?” Ethan said.

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

“Thirteen and a half,” Charlie said.

“Fine. Thirteen and a half.”

“What happened after that?” Ethan said.

“We made him fuck us,” Lena said.

“Over and over.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ethan groaned, and released Lena.

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

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

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

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

“Oh great,” Ethan said.

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

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

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

“Come on,” she said.

Ethan slipped in behind Charlie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m here to see Benton,” Lena said.

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Lena shrugged and they followed her in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Once or twice,” Ethan said.

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

“Then you’re a lucky guy.”

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

“Maybe,” he said.

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

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

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

“Sure,” Ethan said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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18 – Molly, the Neighbor’s Wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh!” She said.

“Oh!” He said.

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

He took a long drink of his beer.

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

Nothing happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Molly moaned as he bit down on it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His cock jerked involuntarily.

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

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

“And you can really suck a cock.”

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

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

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

“Mmmmmm!” She slurped.

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

Molly increased her suction. “Mmmmmm!”

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

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

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

Wanting nothing more than to make Molly come herself, Dutch nibbled on her ear, planted little kisses in her hair, on the nape of her neck, in the hollow of her throat and on her shoulders, doing his best to drive her crazy. She shuddered and moaned, then stopped him and turned around. Her breasts were red from his attention and her face was flushed.

“Wait,” she said, then turned around and bent over, giving him a wonderful view of her gorgeous ass and puckered sphincter. Her breasts he saw only as two globes hanging partially in view between her legs. He could also see her pussy, puffy with arousal, surrounded by lightly colored downy pubic hair. Many of those hairs had tiny droplets of Molly’s juices hanging from them, a sight that turned him on again.

As he felt himself lengthening once more, Molly licked a finger and then placed it between her legs and touching her sphincter. After lightly rubbing around the rim of her asshole, she pressed inward then ran her finger forward, bisecting her swollen lips.

After licking her finger clean, she ran the finger along her puffy labia and into her slit again, this time pressing a bit deeper, a bit harder. Dutch couldn’t stand watching her any longer and therefore got up and pulled her back down on the couch. Molly’s questing fingers felt his arousal and squeezed him hard. He bit one nipple and tugged on the other, causing her to yelp aloud with satisfaction. Quickly he sent a questing finger into her dripping cunt.

She shuddered, but moved away from his finger. At first, Dutch didn’t understand, but her motive soon became apparent as the fingertips didim escort of both hands wandered down his chest and stomach. When she reached his navel, Dutch’s elongated prick slipped in between her breasts and bumped along her sternum.

After slapping her turgid nipples and breasts with his prick and hearing her whimper with anticipation, he bent to suckle them. Then using the very tip of his tongue and licking broad, rough swathes over her aureole, he enticed her nipples to new heights. Molly grasped his head and hugged it roughly against her chest. Dutch played windshield wiper, first licking the right nipple, then the left.

Molly began to writhe. She attempted to force his head downward, but lacked the strength to do so. However he got the message and was soon kissing and licking his way across her abdomen. Her pelvis arched upward to meet his tongue and fingers. And as soon as she felt his fingers upon her, Molly began massaging her breasts.

Intuitively, Dutch knew Molly hadn’t been laid in a while and was desperate for a wholesome fucking. ‘Could he make her a regular piece of ass?’ he wondered while caressing her inner thighs.

She was moaning deliriously now, her legs spread lewdly as he moved his fingers in and out of her. He continued to tease her, spreading her labia with two fingers while continuing to probe her cunt with two others. He brought his mouth close to her drooling cunt and kissed the top of her mons. Molly’s entire body was trembling and she kept moaning softly. He was glad they had moved inside and although he didn’t know it, so was Molly.

‘I’m, so hot . . . I must be a slut,’ she thought. ‘I should have stayed outside and the world could be watching as he fucks me.’ She trembled at the thought. ‘What’s the matter with me? Oh, oh, oh, I need him in me!’

At that precise moment, he blew gently upon her wetness and saw her clit pop free of its hooded sheath.

He breathed on her again and noted the contraction of her stomach muscles. Her moaning intensified. Her fingernails were dug into the cushions so fiercely the material was close to bursting from the pressure. He took his finger from her cunt and stuck it up her ass and listened as her breath whooshed out, followed by a slow, excruciating inhalation. Molly wriggled her ass trying to gain even deeper penetration.

He established an alternating rhythm, first pressing his finger into her hole then sending another finger on a probe of her juicy cunt. Satisfied with himself, he bent his head close and traced his tongue through her pubic hair. Molly jerked upright and pressed his head tightly against her, an indication that she was clearly enjoying the sensations.

Her hips were rocking back and forth, gradually picking up speed. When he fastened his lips to her nipple and hummed, Molly’s sporadic moans turned to a crescendo of unending groans and pleadings for him to please fuck her, please suck her, now!

Dutch continued to finger-fuck her ass and cunt while sucking on her nipple. Molly applied more pressure to his head, which also forced him to bring additional pressure to her sensitive nerve endings. As his fingers moved back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her cunt made a series of sucking noises. Dutch laved his tongue between her breasts and those sensations became too much for her. Every muscle tensed and she began to quiver spasmodically, bucking wildly.

She began her climax.

He continued to tongue-lash her breasts, extending her pleasure as wave after wave swept over her. Molly was counting her orgasms — that is — until the eighth one hit, then overwhelmed by it all, she passed out.

He held her in his arms until she was sufficiently recovered.

“Like it?” He asked, before kissing her.

Her voice was hardly discernible, “Yes . . . Yes, I . . . really needed that.”

“There’s more in store for you,” he smiled and kissed her again. This time her tongued responded and the kiss lasted a while.

His prick was jutting out from his body, a detail Molly soon noticed.

“Want to try something kinky?” She grinned.

“I’m game for anything sweetheart,” he responded.

” kay, why don’t you lay on your back?”

“Going to do all the work, eh?”

Coyly, she answered him, “Maybe.”

He rolled over on his back as she had requested. Molly shoved her hands between her legs and when she was satisfied they had sufficient moisture on them, rubbed them over her breasts, especially into her abundant cleavage. Realizing what she was up to, Dutch helped out, licking each nipple as they hovered above him.

Molly moved into place and lowered her breasts around his cock, her nipples pointing at him, engorged again. Molly began moving slowly back and forth, fucking his prick with her hanging teats, giving it little licks and sucks each time his prick came into her range.

“Always wanted to try this,” she husked, looking at him through smoldering eyes.

Lifting her right leg, she placed it over his and let him feel her growing heat as she ground her pussy against him. Soon, she was breathing heavily and Dutch was thrusting into her cleavage and groaning himself. Just before he could come, Molly gripped him with her hands and squeezed the lower end of his shaft, curtailing his orgasm for the moment.

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Mary’s brother was rather large. It was obvious he was a fitness buff and spent considerable time at the gym. He stood there, looking solid and stoic. I extended a hand.

“Hi, I’m Mike. You must be Bill, Mary’s older brother.”

“I am. Nice to meet you.” His handshake was firm and his face remained impassive.

“Likewise.” There was an awkward silence.

“How did you meet my sister?”

“Mary is one of my students. I’m a Doctoral candidate and part of my studies includes conducting undergraduate classes. Mary attends my Theory of Anthropology class. She’s a good student, I might add.”

“I’m sure she is,” was Bill’s response. He held his stare and I read his mind. ‘You’re dating one of your students, one a bit younger than yourself. That’s not right,’ he thought.

The first sentence was true. Mary, a first year undergrad, was my student. Prim, proper, hair always tied back, conservatively dressed in loose-fitting clothes, well-spoken and nerdy, she fostered an image that was anything but sexy. She rather looked virginal.

“Does the university sanction professors dating students?” The daggers were out.

“I’m not a professor. Yet. I’m a Doctoral candidate. We’ve only just begun dating. Four weeks now. I admire your sister’s intellect, her analytical skills, and her dedication to her studies.”

He stared back at me. I resented this line of questioning and his glare. Mary was a woman now and her love life was none of his business. My mind raced through the last four weeks and a flood of recollections entered my mind. I had to control myself not to blurt out staccato-like:

‘Your sister’s traditionalist image belies her sexiness. I’m sure you know your sister is quite curvy. In the past four weeks I’ve screwed your sister milas escort in every position known to womankind, including bending her over the back of my couch, her boobs swaying in the breeze. I’ve taught your sister the finer points of deep throating and firmly held the back of her head in place while I vigorously expended the fruits of her labor down her esophagus. I’ve had your sister hold her generous boobs together as I thrust between them to my satisfaction, leaving her with sticky tits. I’ve masturbated on your sister’s pretty face, culminating in rousing finishes with my semen on her cheeks, forehead, and in her lovely hair.

And you may or may not know that your sister likes company. My wild friend Wanda joins us regularly and your sister is quite amenable to her camaraderie. Wanda has thoroughly explored and enjoyed your sister’s private areas and enforced reciprocity on your sister. Your sister is a quick learner and Wanda insists on your sister’s participation. Wanda prefers a smooth vagina and keeps your sister shaved. Your sister is proactive and, I regret to report, a bit of a thief; she has developed a penchant for pulling me out of Wanda in order to satisfy her own craving for a deep throat finish. But worry not; after finishing in your sister’s mouth I’m still rock hard and doll that your sister is, she obliges us by reinserting me in Wanda. And believe me, Wanda, that devious minx, is not above the same villainy as she sixty-nines your sister, poking her nose in our lovemaking, your sister’s nose enveloped in Wanda’s lips.

You probably assume that jealousy flares up due to my preference of finishing in your sister’s adorable vagina to Wanda’s waiting mouth. Your assumption is correct and the jealousy is in fact there, mudanya escort and to keep it in check I’ll pull out of your sister, come around and enter Wanda from the rear. I’ll service Wanda on your sister’s fair face and after pulling out of Wanda and plunging into your sister’s delicate mouth, I dutifully return to your sister’s vagina, Wanda’s feelings be damned.

Despite my considerable efforts, this jealousy persists and manifests itself in Wanda’s desire to queen your sister every chance she gets. (I suspect this is a display of female dominance.) And being a guy, you may think that I would participate in this female rivalry. However, I don’t. I allow the girls their time to enjoy each other. Wanda delights herself by rubbing her vagina on your sister’s pretty face and diddling herself to a finish in your sister’s mouth. (Surely a form of female dominance as Wanda insists on your sister opening wide to receive her secretions.) Your sister rubs herself tenderly during these sittings. (I believe this is a display of submission to the dominant female.) I must confess, though, on several occasions I have succumbed to the siren call of your sister’s inviting vagina and inserted myself in the girls’ fun.

But have no fear; Wanda’s dominance and envy is more show than heartfelt. Wanda is a good sport and has given your sister some heart-stopping orgasms. Wanda also lovingly tends to your sister’s gentle clitoris during our intercourse and after our finish. She keeps your sister on edge until I’m ready, and then brings your sister to a finish simultaneously with me. That’s a true friend.

You must understand that I have obligations to Wanda as well. Your sister’s help is greatly appreciated on that score. You probably already mustafakemalpaşa escort know that Mary has a maternal instinct and perhaps have seen it demonstrated in benign ways. But it is greater than you know and Mary displays it loyally in her affection for Wanda. Wanda, being catty and headstrong, can be difficult and demanding. Mary, on the other hand, is kind and giving and is attentive to Wanda’s needs. You’ll be proud to know that your sister displays not an ounce of resentment yielding to Wanda and pleasing her. To provide a brief example, Wanda is practically an orgasm machine and your sister accommodates her any way she can. I’ve already mentioned the queenings and your sister’s acquired taste for Wanda’s sweetness. When Wanda feels the need, your sister is there for her and spares no effort to please her. Wanda loves the attention. Wanda can be a prickly bitch and this show of submission keeps her content and helps our relationship immeasurably.

My future plans for your sister include having another man join us. I’ve inspected your sister’s vagina up close countless times and I am of the opinion that she can accommodate two penises simultaneously. Wanda, having performed her own exhaustive inspections and having supervised your sister’s vagina during our intercourse numerous times, agrees with this assessment. But alas, these are merely educated opinions that have yet to be tested and proven. By next week I’ll know for sure. But to allay your concerns, I don’t intend to have Wanda present when we cram your sister. I don’t want Wanda, that voracious nymphomaniac, distracting my friend. Your sister deserves our full attention as it will take some perseverance and finesse to stretch your sister’s vagina to accommodate two men. Rest assured, we will and she’ll be in good hands.’

But I didn’t say any of those things. Instead I said “It’s your sister’s intelligence that attracts me. Talking to Mary is like talking to a PhD. I enjoy her company and her conversation. She’s like no other woman. I respect her wholeheartedly.”

Bill glared back, unconvinced.

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*****

It was nice to be on the road again. I’ve been stuck in the office developing and testing new code to make sure our new HIPPA compliant patient management system worked perfectly; and it does. We are the state of the art guys, we set the standard; at least for now. Something new would come along, it always does, but for now we are the shiny new guys, darlings of the tech set today. It felt very nice to know that for the foreseeable future we were going to make the cash register sing.

Life was good and I was in Phoenix to do a series of breakout sessions on HIPPA compliant computer systems for a few hundred Association Nurses longing to be educated. If I do a good job they would leave here knowing that Jack such are the burdens I face this week.

I am parked in the lobby of this nice Courtyard Hotel because I am early, a lifelong habit. I hate to be late; I hate to rush, so I am always early if there is any way on earth to be early. This habit of mine drives my partner, Jill Summers, right out of her mind and that is why we almost never go anywhere together. Jill loves to make an entrance and she should. She looks like every tall, willowy blond woman wants to look, legs from here to tomorrow, hourglass figure with a face that belongs on the masthead of ships. In short, Jill is a babe, a very, very, very smart babe and she knows it right down to the floor. Me, not so much, I’m OK, trim, tall, just over 6 foot and clean, but still my most redeeming feature is that I am computer geek smart, even smarter that Miss Jill who is damn smart.

That’s why we are together, Jack & Jill Systems, we be really smart and really good at what we do. Otherwise we live in different worlds. I prefer my 1926 beach house in the hills overlooking Capitola Beach. I’m a good hour and half from the office in San Francisco, but I don’t need to be there that much, the World Wide Web is a great highway for computer geeks like me. Jill prefers her condo in the city a few blocks from the office and all of the high-end stuff of the city… opera, ballet, galleries, fine dining restaurants and the like. Me, I’m happy with a short walk to the beach, a shrimp burger or fish tacos and a beer.

As different as we are, we work very well together; in fact, we are amazing together. We tried sex and we are good there too, but she wants to wake up in her condo and I want to wake up in my house, she loves fine lingerie while I prefer her buck naked. So, we struck a compromise, every now and again we get together and burn up the sheets for a few hours. Otherwise it’s just work and making the cash register ring.

So here I sit waiting on my conference host who will escort me to a series of presentations over the next three days. Based on my email, my host will be a Mr. Ted Davis of the Association’s administrative office. I am not impressed because as of right now he is a fat 7 minutes late, you’ll remember I hate late, me or anyone else. Then I heard someone calling my name.

“Jack Carson; ah Mr. Carson, Jack Carson!”

Because of the number of people shuffling back and forth I decided to wave my arm and sit still; a wave or two later she stepped in front of me with a big smile. “Pissed yet Jack?”

Mary Ellen McCarty as I live and breathe, she stood there looking down on me all red hair and freckles in a very nice tailored pant suit and stylish flats. Well kiss my ass, Mary Ellen McCarty.

“Close your mouth Jack, you’ll catch flies.”

“What the hell…” I start to say. “Come on Jack, let’s walk and talk, you’ll be late to your first presentation and I know how you love to be late.”

As I scrambled from my seat she spun on her heel and started off at a fast pace, her nice big butt jiggling with every step. Ok, to be fair her ass is not that big, nor is it the skinny little bubble butt so popular among the “Hot Set” these days. As I followed her I could picture that fine ass bent over in front of me as I plowed a furrow in her big wet pussy, we’d been at it for a while and we both were ready to explode when… Oh well, thank God for memories…

Just then she stopped, turned to face me abruptly and said quietly, “Stop thinking about my ass Jack.”

I took her hands in mine and said, “It’s been a long time Mary Ellen.”

“This way Mr. Carson” and she moved away from me into the Magellan Conference Room, opened the door, stepped inside and held the door for me. The room was full, perhaps 100, maybe 150 people, I was very pleasantly surprised. As I followed her, she stepped behind the podium and began lightly tapping the microphone. “Good Morning everyone; let’s get settled down, take your seats.”

After a few moments she said, “Thank you. This morning I want to briefly introduce Jack Carson of Jack and Jill Systems; it is said that they are the cutting edge in HIPPA Patient Management turgutlu escort Systems software. Please give Mr. Carson a warm welcome.”

With that she stepped out of the way and gestured for me to begin. Forty-five minutes later I finished to applause and smiles – ding, ding, ding make the cash register sing. After a brief restroom stop we were off to another breakout session, then lunch.

“Are you hungry Jack?”

“This is all very cute Mary Ellen, but could we just have a normal conversation, please?”

“Hungry Jack?”

“You know perfectly well that I am always hungry at lunch, so let’s eat.”

With that she led us into a large venue seating a few hundred and to a fairly private table at the rear. Salad was already served, water and lemon in the glasses and at least 5 tables between us and anyone else, so I said “Thank you – would you care to tell me what’s going on?”

“Oh it’s really not complicated Jack, Ted Davis is sick. There was simply on one else to act as your escort and you are the hot ticket this year; well you and your software system at least.”

“I guessed as much; but why are you pissed with me? After all you are the one who left. I woke up and you were gone – outa’ there – in the wind – history as they say!”

She turned in her chair to face me, those big beautiful tits leading the way saying, “I just left before you could leave me Jack. You know you weren’t going to stick around; I was just your handy sex toy. Any time you wanted to fuck, there I was legs spread, mouth open. So I left Jack. I beat you to it.”

“Baby girl, that was 6, no it was 7 years ago. You never gave me a chance. We’d been together for nearly 3 years. I wake up with my dick in my hand and find a note on the bedside table that says, “There’s no future for us, go on, live your life and I’ll live mine… Mary Ellen””

“Eat your lunch Jack, we don’t want to be late for your sessions this afternoon,” she said.

I thought back to that Sunday morning in January seven years ago and remembered the ring that was safely nestled in my computer bag. It was my big plan to “pop the question” over breakfast and then give her the ring along with an open plane ticket from Seattle to Los Angeles so that when she finished school in the spring she could join me at my new job. I remember sitting on the edge of the bed watching her little note piss all over my dreams for the two of us.

When I popped out of my reverie I’d managed to eat my way through the salad, the rubber chicken, the green beans and the fruit dessert – I’ve always been a good eater. Mary Ellen was looking at me with a faraway look in her eyes, then she said, “Come on let’s take a walk before your next session.”

As we walked around the Convention Center I tucked my hands in my pockets and thought back to when I’d first seen her at the University. Back then she stood barely 5 feet 4 inches tall in her New Balance athletic shoes, no more than 5’3″ barefooted. A mass of beautiful red hair framing her sweet Irish face, her figure masked by sweat shirt and pants but it was clear that she had really nice big tits, 34 D’s I would learn topped off by big red nipples and a spray of freckles. In those days she was on the plump side, not obese or anything like that but she had the full complement of freshman weight gain. I though she looked spectacular.

I was very awkward with women and frequently tongue tied so I just kept quiet when I sat beside her in Art History; it turned out to be an elective for both of us. After a couple of weeks of smiling and nodding next to her I screwed up the courage to ask her to the movies. She was kind enough to say “Yes” and that was the start of a beautiful relationship. I can still feel her slipping my hard cock out of my pants in the theater and the awesome sensation of her tiny hand on me. Over the next 3 years we had absolutely amazing sex, we learned to do everything together and as it turned out, we both loved everything.

“Jack, take your hands out of your pockets; good God you haven’t changed at all.”

I laughed saying, “Nope still the hick, no matter how nice the suit. We still should talk; perhaps a drink or coffee after this session – what do you say?”

She looked at me curiously, sighed a little and said, “Sure, why not.”

If it’s possible, the last technical session of the day went even better than the first and even though there had only be three sessions, no more than 4 and a half hours of work, I was pooped and really ready for a drink. As I left the session Mary Ellen met me at the door and together we walked to the Convention Center Bar and Lounge. A very pretty waitress greeted us and was kind enough to look at me with interest; I ordered a Rum and Coke in a tall glass and Mary Ellen a vodka sour.

“Jesus Jack, are you working the waitress now?”

“God Dammit Mary Ellen cut this shit out. You’re the one who left; you’re the one who quit on us not me. All turgutreis escort I did was wake up alone – so stop being pissed at me.”

As she sat next to me I saw a tear well up in her eye and she looked away quickly. Just then our drinks arrived along with a nice bowl of complimentary salty snacks designed to keep us drinking… I fished out a peanut and turned to her saying, “Hey Peanut Girl, here’s one for you.”

“Fuck you Jack” she said softly.

Peanut Girl was a name I gave her years ago after spending an afternoon face first between her legs. Her clit is just about the size of a large peanut, it’s a big red clit, lots of fun to suck on as she bucks and hollers and talks to God on your behalf.

“Hey, Peanut Girl – look at me.”

She turned to me wiping a tear from her eyes and picked up her drink. She looked directly at me as she drained her vodka sour and then gently sat the empty glass down.

“What now?”

“Little girl… you need to forgive both of us for our past decisions. You made a bad choice based on faulty information; when I found your note I was so pissed off that I threw it in the trash and thought, “Fuck you bitch, you want to be gone, be gone!” but time has shown me that was a poor choice. I should have come after you.”

“Really Jack? I always thought that I was your second choice. Shit, I was easy – way easy – you could do anything with me, I was so crazy about you. I would do anything you wanted, anything, there were no limits, but I knew I was always the default girl, second choice.” Her voice was soft and sad.

I took her hands in mine and for the first time realized how she felt. I could not imagine why… “Look we were together for nearly 3 years. We went everywhere together. What did I ever do to make you feel this way… I’m stunned to learn you felt that way.”

I waved the waitress over and quickly signed the bill and then took Mary Ellen by the hand and lead her to the elevators. She looked at me questioningly and I asked “Do you trust me?” She nodded silently; we took the elevator to the 18th floor and walked briskly to Room 1897. With a quick stab of my electronic room key we were in my Suite. I walked her to the small sofa in the sitting area.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, vodka rocks, please.”

I invaded the little refrigerator and liberated four small bottles of vodka, filled two glasses with ice and filled each glass with two bottles each. I figured what the heck; we might as well have something that might last. As I handed her the drink she said in a very soft voice, “What do you want from me?”

“Several things I guess… first, what do you think of me now?”

“I’ve never stopped thinking of you Jack. You’re still very much in my heart.”

“I feel very much the same, you are my one lasting regret, I greatly regret not coming after you.”

“So why are we here Jack; what do you want to do?”

“Right now I want to drink this drink and then I want to take you to bed. How do you feel about that?”

As I nervously sipped my drink, Mary Ellen seemed to study me carefully for a long time or perhaps it just seemed like a long time, then she said softly, “Fuck it!” She drained her drink, stood up and turned to me saying, “Where’s the bed?”

I sat my empty glass down carefully and said quietly, “Are you sure?”

In a whisper she said, “Don’t push your luck Jack, take me to bed!”

I took her hand and lead us into the bedroom where she walked over to a small side chair, slipped her shoes off, and then began to disrobe, carefully folding each article of clothing, laying each on the chair seat. I watched her body begin to appear with fascination, almost as though it was the very first time. Her skin remained sleek, smooth and very white with a sprinkling of freckles here and there.

She was wearing very stylish sky blue panties, no thong for this girl, still very pretty with a dash of lace and matching bra. She stood with her back to me she left her bra in place and slipped her panties down revealing her large but toned bottom so familiar yet new. The crack of her butt gaped open a bit as she bent over to pick up her panties and her peach pink pussy peered out at me. It seemed to be slightly wet.

She turned around and looked at me saying, “Have you become an observer rather than a participant?”

“No Ma’am, I’m just admiring how really beautiful you are.”

“Hah… still a smooth talker.”

“I see that you’re still running against fashion.” Her pussy was on full display and sporting a full head of curly red pubic hair, somewhat sparse and feather soft with proud labial lips, her large clitoris jutting out in plain view; it was a sight to see.

She laughed a quiet, but real laugh saying, “You always told me you like my puss with a nice head of hair, so I’ve let it grow wild in your honor. How about my tits, you still like them?”

“I think I’d like them a bit more ünye escort if you’d set’um free.”

She smiled that real smile at me and unhooked her bra in the middle, slipping it off her shoulders and dropping it onto the chair seat. They were just as I remembered, big round white breasts standing tall and proud with amazing deep red areoles a good three inches across featuring pencil eraser sized nipples hard and firm… simply amazing.

She slid her hands up her body from her hips across her stomach and up under her breasts cupping them and shook them back and forth just a little, then pinched each nipple between her fingers, pulling her tits up and away from her body and shook them again harder. It was then that I realized I’d stopped breathing and took a deep breath.

She giggled like a little girl and said, “Yup, you still like my tits!”

She walked across the bedroom to me, placed her hands on my chest and gently pushed me back and away from the bed. Next she grabbed a hold of the comforter and top sheet ripping them off the bed onto the floor. Walking along the side of the bed she straightened the pillows and sat on the bed, scooted to the middle of the mattress and reclined on the pillows. I seemed rooted to the floor until she spread her legs slightly allowing her fingers to gently manipulate her pussy lips.

She said clearly but softly, “Jack, don’t make me fuck myself. Get your clothes off and get over here!”

Her words broke the trance and I tore my clothes off tossing them to the side of the room, when I finally freed my stony hard cock, she laughed, “Nice to see you’ve still got a big cock and it’s good and hard.”

My cock is not so big, not really. Whatever I have is due to the genetic gifts my parents made. Except for trying to kill myself by jacking off incessantly as a teenager, I am a very average guy. Well sort of, my dick is a nice 7″ long with a big head which is pretty dang good in my world; the interesting thing is that my mother’s side of the family gave me thickness. My dick is almost 2″ across, nearly 6″ around; I do have a thick dick. I know it was mom’s side of the family because I saw Uncle Mike’s cock, her brother, at the YMCA in Kansas City when I was a kid, and it’s almost identical to mine, not as long but equally thick.

“Jack, stop waving you dick at me and get over here.”

That did it, I jumped on the bed and knee walked to her, as I leaned in to kiss her she reached down and grabbed my cock saying, “Kiss me later, get your cock inside me right now.”

Fair enough, I rubbed my cockhead along her pussy lips for a few moments adding natural lubricant and then I began working it into her. She was super tight; even with all our history, I remembered that it took quite a while to loosen her pussy, until then it remained super tight. I worked my cockhead in and out, gently opening her vaginal vault so that she could accept my thickness – it took a couple of minutes but soon enough I was balls deep with my pelvic bone pressed firmly against hers.

Her body heat was scorching, her fluids were running freely adding lots of lubricant and I was soon slamming my cock into her, shaking her body with each impact. The sensation was extraordinary the sleeve of her vagina was gripping me with a fever. My cock seemed to be on fire as the cum welled up from my balls and flew into her. I came 3 or 4 times, hot steaming cum… up to this point she’d been relatively quiet but when I bucked into to her firing cum, her legs clamped around my body and her hands gripped my upper arms pulling me forward as she grunted and moaned loudly over and over.

As she held me in place she quieted… after a few moments I moved to lie at her side as my soft cock plopped out. She smiled at me and asked, “You’re not done, are you?”

“No, just taking a break.”

“That first one was for you; now I want some of that old time fuckin’ we used to do – are you up for it Jack?”

I laughed and said, “Well, you know I’m getting older now.”

She began to run her hands over my chest and down to my cock where she lightly gripped my sticky dick and fondled my balls. She sat up, her breasts looming above me, then trailed her nipples over my face to my lips. Using my hands and lips I caressed her breasts and began to suckle those sweet nipples, first one then the other. Very soon I could hear her breathing quicken with intermittent sighs as I sucked, nibbled and tongued her nipples. Her hands continued to rub my chest and her fingers pinched and twisted my nipples causing small shockwaves – as she pinched my nipples I bit hers with equal pressure. Suddenly, she turned facing away from me and moved over me her crotch straddling my face, her tits pressing into my legs, her mouth engulfed my cock from tip to balls with powerful suction, her tongue laving my cock from top to bottom.

I quickly pulled her swollen red pussy into my mouth licking and sucking from top to bottom, her juices flowing into my mouth as I licked and swallowed. Her tongue had me hard again, hard as stone… I was ready for a return trip and tossed her off me, rolled over and lifted her onto her hands and knees. She started laughing, “You always did love to doggy fuck me Jack. That first one was for you, make this one for me, rock me Jack!”

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The majority of the short scenes I write are done as requests for people after we have chatted on-line or they have contacted me after reading something already posted. The story below is one such request from a couple that I have recently been chatting with. SSeams95 my apologies for the delay but this one is for you and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Elle, Her Husband, Her Friend a Lover and Another

Elle, freshly showered, sat at her dresser wrapped in her favourite pamper me supersized towel with a thoughtful expression creasing her brow. She could hear Jay downstairs pottering about and knew it wouldn’t be long before he was upstairs wanting to get ready himself. They were going for a night out with Rob, his girlfriend, and old school friend of Elle, Suzanne along with John who they had been chatting to for several months on-line.

Rob was a long-time friend of Jay’s and they had regular get-togethers at various times throughout the year; Jay was adamant that he had a little crush on Elle and took every opportunity to tease her that every time he looked over Rob was eyeing up her gorgeous legs and arse. Elle was quite proud of her legs, slender and shapely she thought they looked great in stockings and was quietly chuffed if he was a little fixated and thought it best not to let on to Jay that she might like a little more than looking, and from more than just Rob.

It had been at their last regular get-together that Rob had introduced Suzanne as his girlfriend. Suffice to say the two gents had been surprised when Elle and Suzanne instantly recognised each other as old school friends and it didn’t take long for the dynamic duo to be back in full flow teasing the lads throughout the night; as various stories came out it was revealed that the two girls had spent most of their teens remorselessly teasing the local boys.

Elle looked at her latest dress hanging on the back of the door; it was a little black number that sat just above the knee with a double zip up the front that could be undone from the top or bottom and was highlighted by a belt round the middle with gold style buckle that hid where the zips met; this was matched with a pair of patent black heels with a gold accent and metallic stiletto heel that still managed to scream come fuck me whilst still being comfortable enough to wear throughout the night. The problem she was having was deciding what exactly to wear underneath it.

Several weeks ago Suzanne had dropped in and, as ladies are wont to do, the discussion got around to shopping, sex and, by convoluted routes, lingerie in particular. It turned out they had both developed a love of stockings and suspenders and so Elle had introduced her friend to a well-known stockings retail site she used; they had spent the afternoon perusing and buying a variety of suspender belts, stockings and lingerie sets. On a whim Elle had even pointed out the forum section where people chatted, shared knowledge and posted the occasional stockings related photo.

‘That’s it,’ she thought and reached for the phone to ring Suzanne.

After several rings a slightly breathless voice answered, ‘Hi Suzanne here.’

‘Hi Suzanne, Elle here, hope I didn’t disturb you?’

‘No worries, just dived out of the shower, what’s up? Everything still good for tonight I hope?’

Elle looked at herself in the mirror, ‘Yeah, still on but I’m struggling to decide what to wear under my dress!’

Suzanne thought she could detect a little catch in her friends voice that she hadn’t heard since those teenage years, ‘Fancy teasing the boys a little tonight do you?’, she asked almost on instinct.

‘Hmmm yeah, a little, but what in, that’s the problem?’

‘Well, to be fair, I had been thinking along the same lines. Rob has been driving me mad about some of this stuff I bought off that stockings place and this might be the perfect opportunity for a little show and some pay back!’ She knew her friend well and suspected that if Elle was already planning some teasing she wouldn’t turn that idea down.

Elle gave a little giggle, ‘OK, should be great, that purple and black number you got should look stunning and with the right dress will be perfect for teasing Rob!’

‘Ooh yeah, I have just the thing; don’t you forget that red and black set with the matching stockings either. And it won’t just be Rob being teased we should go all out and make sure the three of them hardly know where to look by the end of the night, OK?’

Elle could just picture the impish grin spreading across Suzanne’s face, ‘OK I’m game and you obviously are, ready for 8ish?’

‘Yeah, see you soon. I need to get off now to sort a few things out and I need to get dry!’

Feeling more giddy and lightheaded than she had in years Elle reached down to her lingerie drawer, the special drawer where she kept her favourite sets for those occasions and events that required a little bit of extra dörtyol escort attention, and pulled out the Roza Rufina box that Suzanne had mentioned.

The set consisted of a four strap suspender belt, bra and thong, she had matched it with a set of deep black stockings with a flesh coloured band below the welt and highlighted with a stylised rose on the front and back. The set itself was red satin and black lace with highlights of red bows.

Dropping the towel to the floor she reached for the suspender belt and stepped into it, carefully pulling it up and adjusting to her midriff; one of the things she always liked was the feel of free suspender straps moving against the skin of her thighs, it always got her heart racing a little. Next she unpacked the stockings and laid them out beside her on the bed before reaching for the bra; it felt really luxurious, you could tell the quality of the set from the fabric and she slipped it into place and adjusted the cups so that it performed the ‘push-up’ function to its full potential.

Standing up Elle took a minute to admire herself in the mirror, long shapely legs and bottom framed by just a red and black suspender belt and pert breasts nicely displayed in their cups, ‘Not too bad at all,’ she thought. She reached for a stocking and carefully rolling it up rested her foot on the stool and eased the nylon over it, gently caressing her skin as she unrolled it along the length of her leg before ensuring any creases were teased out and taking the time to attach the top to the suspender belt, repeating the action for the other leg.

Then reached out for the tiny thong, she wasn’t really a lover of a thong but definitely had the feeling tonight was the night if ever, stepping delicately into it she pulled it up over her thighs and adjusted it for comfort. She was feeling naughty and knew wearing the thong over her stockings would allow her to keep them on later for Jay when they got home, glancing again in the mirror she was also a little shocked at how little of her freshly shaved pussy it seemed to cover.

Next came the dress and this was so much easier, the zips were taken all the way down and Elle bit her lip as she inadvertently thought how it would feel to have Jay and another strip her out of it to reveal her new lingerie, she stepped into it and wriggling it carefully over her hips she slipped it over her shoulders and zipped the lower half down with the upper half up before buckling the belt. She smoothed it down with her hands loving the feel of the bumps from her suspender and stockings under the fabric. Still feeling slightly naughty she unzipped the dress from the top and ensured that just a glimpse of the satin and lace bra was showing, then on a whim took up the bottom zip 2 or 3 inches, knowing this would allow a good glimpse of stocking and thigh to show, and finished off the ensemble with a pendant chain that nestled quite nicely and drew the eye to her, now highly visible, cleavage. She stepped into her heels and grabbed her little clutch bag from the side just as she heard Jay bounding up the stairs.

Jay stood in the doorway admiring his wife, she looked absolutely stunning in a figure hugging black number, he remembered her showing him this dress when she got it home and thought at the time how good it would look on her, ‘Wow, looking stunning Elle. What’s the occasion?’

Elle, gave a little twirl, ‘Oh I don’t know, maybe us girls just want to give you guys a treat tonight. You like it then?’

A sly grin spread across Jays face and a cheeky wink followed, ‘Like it, I love it, and if that dress rides too high so will Rob! What’s underneath it then aside from those stockings?’

Blushing slightly Elle responded, ‘Pack it in you or I might just flash him for the fun of it,’ giving him a poke in the ribs, ‘Oh, and you’ll find out what’s underneath later if you behave. Now get yourself sorted and I’ll get us a drink before the taxi gets here.’

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The taxi pulled up outside the Italian restaurant on the High Street and Elle went to get out on the pavement side as Jay paid the driver; she couldn’t help noticing the admiring glances she got from the small crowd heading off down to the nearby pub and deliberately allowed her dress to ride up a little higher on her thigh as she slid out.

Jay had paid the driver and got out of the cab when he heard the wolf whistle from the group moving away from them; moving around the back of the cab he just caught the final adjustment of the dress as Elle composed herself, ‘Having fun already minx, and without me?’

Straightening up, Elle took his offered arm and with an innocent expression said, ‘Who? Me? I have no idea what you mean!’

‘Yeah right, come on, I’m sure Rob and Suzanne will be on drink number two by now.’

Suzanne had been sat at the bar swapping a bit of banter with Rob and an introductory düziçi escort interrogation of John who had arrived shortly after them. She’d been enjoying a little casual teasing of them both, just basic friendly stuff to her eyes, like ensuring when she perched on the bar stool the split in the front of her dress parted just right to allow them both a full view of stocking leg, deep lacy tops and thigh. She had already caught John glancing down, not a surprise as Elle had mentioned he frequented the stockings chatroom, and with Rob leaning back against the bar her legs were almost trapped between the two of them. She had taken the opportunity to quite brazenly ensure as she tensed and fidgeted in her seat that her thigh gave him a little rub in all the right places.

She knew instantly when Jay and Elle arrived without needing to look, ‘Put your eyes back in Rob,’ she grinned, ‘I am assuming that’s them just pitched up?’

John’s head swung round like it was on a swivel and just caught a glimpse of a sexy stocking leg being covered by a lovely zip front dress as Elle attempted to cover up, though the act wasn’t particularly convincing even to him.

‘Yeah that’s them,’ chuckled Rob, ‘Elle gave those lads quite a show!’

Suzanne caught the eye of Elle as they walked in the door and waved her over as Jay spoke briefly to the lady dealing with the bookings. Standing up she gave her a big hug at the bar, ‘You look stunning and I hear from this reprobate that you’ve already been flashing?’

‘Oh, I thought nobody had seen!’ Elle looked round sheepishly, ‘I hope you weren’t looking too much?’

Rob gave back a cheeky grin, ‘Nah not me, not polite that you know, to ogle ladies as they adjust themselves in public. Mind you John here hardly saw anything at all!’

Elle turning to look at John and allowed the split in her skirt to part as she twisted, ‘Well we can’t have that can we? I’m sure you’ll get your chance!’

John reached out giving Elle a quick hug, and as his hand slid down the curve of her back and over her hip he could feel the definite outline of suspender and straps, ‘Well that would be much appreciated and thanks for having me over. Four or six strap Elle?’

Elle blushed slightly and Suzanne chuckled under her breath, ‘Four you cheeky blighter!’

‘Oi, put the wife down John and get me a pint in! The table is ready and we can go through anytime.’ Jay approached them through the crowd and on reaching the bar shook hands with Rob and John whilst giving Suzanne a big hug, ‘Looking good Suzanne, gorgeous dress and it looks like nylon is the thing this evening for you two girls.’

Suzanne thought to herself, looking fine there yourself Jay, and whilst casting a knowing glance at Elle, let the flirting begin, ‘Well at least you didn’t try to cop a cheeky feel, not that I would have minded of course.’

All three guys looked at each other and Jay groaned, ‘Oh no, it’s going to be another of those nights!’

Suzanne perched herself back on her stool, the fold of her dress draping off her leg to briefly show a full glorious expanse of lacy black stocking top, creamy white thigh and taut suspender strap, ‘Oh you bet it is,’ she muttered taking hold of Elle’s hand, ‘We’re going to love it aren’t we Elle?’

‘We surely are.’

Just then the young waiter pitched up and, while staring but trying desperately not to seem to be, announced the table was ready if they would like to be seated.

Rob helped Suzanne down off her perch and while the guys grabbed the drinks off the bar she and Elle spun to the waiter, ‘Lead the way gorgeous!’ as they set off after him.

The three of them took a long moment to admire the view of those curvaceous bottoms swaying off down the aisle between bar and tables and John said, ‘Christ this is going to be a long, but I think fun filled evening!’

Jay and Rob laughed while Jay replied, ‘Yeah I am not entirely sure what’s got into Elle but she is in a really feisty and playful mood, you never know Rob tonight she might not mind a sneaky glance or two!’ as he slapped him on the back and then set John off following the ladies.

When they managed to catch up at the table Elle was already squeezed into the booth, Suzanne seemed to have taken charge of the seating plan and indicated that Rob should take the seat on the end next to Elle, ‘John, as the single fella and actually probably the only ‘proper’ guest, you sit in there between Elle and me and Jay can drop on the end next to me.’

Jay looked round the table at everyone, ‘Well this is novel, out with the wife and we end up on opposite sides of the table and I’m sat next to,’ glancing sideways with that cheeky grin, ‘apologies Suzanne, the second sexiest woman out tonight!’

‘Ooh you cheeky twat!’ Suzanne squealed, with a twinkle in her eye she slapped a hand down on his thigh, giving a squeeze and deliberately leaving her hand there a edremit escort little longer than required, ‘Understandable though it was, I will have to make you pay for that later!’

Elle watched as her friend carried the flirting on at the table, she was a bit surprised that Suzanne had gone straight for Jay but not disappointed. She noted the glance he shot her way and tried to make sure nothing in her manner suggested she was in anyway upset.

Inwardly the butterflies had started and she felt the first stirrings of true arousal as she began to imagine whether she dared to take this casual flirting fun to the next level; all her private thoughts about sex with multiple partners, bodies pressed close together, touching, sliding, writhing in pleasure; would Jay be up for it? She knew he had fantasies of his own of course but they had never discussed this, for that matter what the hell would Suzanne say about being used to distract Jay so Elle could have the other two to herself?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Rob, ‘Come on, order some food, what do you girls fancy?’

Elle immediately glanced up at Suzanne and the decidedly naughty looking smile that spread across her face inspired her, ‘Any dish with a hot, white, creamy sauce and personally I fancy a really bad for you dessert, perhaps something that requires sharing amongst the group!’

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, blushing furiously, even as she uttered the words; Suzanne burst into fits of giggles and Jay just sat there with his mouth open then also started laughing. Elle nearly yelped in shock as she felt not one but two hands drop down onto her thighs. She glanced at John who sat smiling while running a finger down the menu as a finger on his other hand traced her stocking top under the table. Meanwhile Rob let his hand rest lightly, as high as decency would allow, and said, ‘Why Elle, I didn’t know you were that way inclined!’

The whole group collapsed into laughter as the table waiter approached; food and wine was ordered and as Elle glanced around she noticed neither men had removed their hands from her legs, if anything they were quietly stroking her inner thighs and she leaned forward a little in her seat to allow her dress to rise that little bit higher.

She also couldn’t help noticing that Suzanne wasn’t touching her drink and was flitting between questions with John and Jay while her hands had disappeared down to her sides. Elle was convinced she had a hand on each of their legs.

The latest round of flirting came to an end as the food arrived but Elle now fully intended to make sure they all went back to theirs afterwards for drinks as she seriously wanted to see how far she could take this night and if she was ever to explore that fantasy now was the time.

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Elle stood in the kitchen getting some drinks for everybody and could hear the rest of them giggling and laughing away in the lounge, but she had been a little disappointed with the rest of the meal. It wasn’t the food or the company, both of which were exceptional, it was simply that things didn’t seem to progress in the way she had wanted. Biting her lip and feeling that stomach clenching feeling again as thoughts flashed through her mind of exactly how much she had wanted it to proceed in a particular way.

Yes, there had been some more flirting, plenty of saucy remarks and innuendo and both she and Suzanne had undoubtedly been up to the same things under the table, ensuring hands, thighs and hips touched and rubbed at every possible opportunity; oh and of course more obligatory stockings flashes. The teasing of the young waiter, with ample of cleavage on show as he reached for plates, had been particularly entertaining.

There had even been the expected titter and teasing of her as Rob took control of dessert and ordered a large bowl of ice cream and three spoons, thus ensuring that everybody in the group ended up ‘sharing’ the bowl and a spoon. Unfortunately it had all seemed to relax into just a group of friends having fun and a good time.

The taxi ride home had been a slightly different affair; one of those black hansom cabs like they have in London meant that Elle and Suzanne managed to get the seats facing away from the driver while the lads all piled into the long seat facing the ladies. Somehow Rob and Jay ended up opposite each other’s partners whilst John settled for the middle and a view of everything.

Elle hadn’t taken long to notice Rob looking down at her legs and took the opportunity to stretch them out on the pretence of smoothing her stockings and made sure that she hitched her dress a little higher as her hands swept slowly back up. She also couldn’t help noticing that Suzanne was doing exactly the same to Jay and he seemed to be particularly enjoying himself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heels clicking towards the kitchen and turned just as Suzanne entered, ‘Come on Elle, we’re gagging for a drink out here and I can’t keep these lads entertained on my own you know!’

Elle couldn’t help herself, laughing out loud she quipped back, ‘Be fun to see you try though! Jay certainly got an eyeful in the cab didn’t he?’

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Walking down the long stretch of hot sand, the cool blue water glistening and crashing onto the shore, I feel my nipples tighten with nervousness, I don’t know why I let Tristan talk me into this, I always felt self conscious enough on the beach without taking my clothes off as well.

As we get closer I start to notice the sun bakers are wearing less and less until we get to one couple who were completely naked, as I tried not to look I couldn’t help but notice that the woman’s nipples were reacting to the slight breeze, and the man’s cock, in a semi erect state lying against his thigh.

The guy looked up, I think he felt he was being watched and I quickly searched around looking for something else to pretend to be interested in and I notice that Tristan is already stripped off, I choose not to say anything and we continue on until we find a spot that is not too crowded to set up.

Tristan automatically takes off for a swim, but I stay on my towel trying to work up the courage to take some of my clothes off, I eventually decide that it wouldn’t hurt to take my top off, having size E breasts I have always been quite proud and willing to show them off, I decided to put some sun cream on as I didn’t want burnt nipples and at my touch my nipples immediately hardened.

I laid back and closed my eyes, the sun felt so good on my boobs and as I lay there I could not help myself thinking about the couple I had spotted earlier and my mind began to wander, I could feel my pussy getting wet at the thought and decided I was heading into dangerous territory, I sat up wandering where Tristan was and my face began to burn as I spotted him in the surf talking to the couple I had just been having very dirty thoughts about.

Tristan looked back up to me and waved, then to my horror they all started walking up the beach toward me.

They all sat down and Tristan introduced Jason and Rebecca, I said hello and we got to talking, all the time trying not too notice that Jason’s cock which was semi erect when I was checking him out earlier was now matching Tristan’s raging hard on. After talking for a while Jason and Rebecca said they were going for a walk and would we like to join them.

Tristan mut escort and I had a quick discussion and we decided that we would like to join them, so we started to walk up and around the sand dunes, after about a 15 min walk we came to an area that was completely blocked off from the beach by other sand dunes and greenery.

Jason and Rebecca stopped, turned around and Jason said, look I am going to be blunt, we find you both attractive and would like to fuck you! Of course my face went red but my pussy betrayed me by immediately getting so wet that it started to ache with the need to have something inside filling it up.

After Tristan and I having went a short distance away and talked it over and both agreeing that we too would like to fuck them, we walked back to Jason and Rebecca to find Rebecca on her knees with Jason’s cock buried to his balls down her throat.

I decided that this would be a great way for us to start also so getting down on my knees I took Tristan’s cock into my mouth, I have always loved giving head so to try and get over my nervousness I sucked his cock, like I was a woman possessed.

Suddenly I feel the rest of my swimmers being removed and I felt a finger running over the outer edge of my pussy and knowing it wasn’t Tristan my pussy immediately started gushing knowing that a complete stranger was playing with me, I don’t quite know who it was at that stage but whoever it was must have decided that I was wet enough and inserted a finger into my streaming pussy, which of course made me go harder and shoving Tristan’s cock down my throat so far I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, I looked up to see Rebecca bending over in front on me and Brandon with at least three fingers buried in her dripping pussy, I felt myself wishing I could lick the juices off her lovely well formed clit. Surmising that It must be Jason with his fingers in my pussy I pushed back against his hand trying to get his finger buried in me as deep as possible.

All of a sudden Tristan was pulled out of my mouth and I watched as he laid down on the sand and positioned Rebecca on his face so he could eat her gorgeous pussy, His rock solid cock pointing skyward. nazilli escort By this time I am on all fours and I feel Jason pull his finger out of me only to be replaced by I think about 4 fingers he started moving them in and out of my pussy, occasionally being replaced by his tongue, after a while he gave up on the fingers and just started licking my pussy it felt so good having his tongue flicking my clit and darting in and out of my pussy.

I then feel the head of his cock at the opening of my slit as I moan with pleasure I look up and see Rebecca straddling herself on top of Tristan’s hard cock and I catch Tristan’s eye , without exchanging a word we silently make sure each other is happy with what is taking place as I feel Jason’s cock sliding into my hot and eager pussy.

My Hands dug into the sand as Jason slammed his hard cock into me and I looked over to see Rebecca bouncing up and down on Tristan’s cock, Tristan with his hands running over her curvy hips trying to slam her down on his cock harder, I have always loved to watch Tristan fucking other women.

I moan as Jason slams away into my pussy and I feel his cock jerking and know he is ready to blow, he quickly pulls out and shoots his hot cum all over my well rounded ass.

I look over at Tristan and Rebecca and can tell by the look on his face that he is not far off blowing his load either, after two more hard pumps into her steaming pussy Tristan pulls her off his cock and shoots his load all over her stomach and tits.

As the two boys move aside to get their breath and their second wind, Rebecca and I look at each other with lust in our eyes, obviously although satisfied with having our pussies fucked, neither of us were going to be happy until we tasted each others juices.

I laid Rebecca down on the warm sand and took one of her hard pink nipples into my mouth and she groaned. I flicked my tongue over her nipples and cupped my hands around her ample breasts, I slowly work my way down her stomach and using my tongue to tickle and tease her stomach, the hips, working my way down to her thighs. I quickly dart my tongue across the opening of her pussy and she arcs her back, I look nilüfer escort up with my eyes to see Tristan and Jason with their hard cocks in their hands, I didn’t think it would take long, I get back to the gorgeous dripping pussy waiting for me to feast on, and tease her a couple more times, when she starts pleading I decided I have teased enough and with my hands spread her pussy lips apart and have my first taste of her dripping wet pussy, sweet and hot, I darted my tongue in and out of her, I inserted two of my fingers whilst I was licking her and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue after a while of this I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it hard. Rebecca came on my face and I licked every drop of her sweet juices.

She then pushed me off and with a wicked grin she laid down and sat me on her face, the last words I heard before she buried her face in my pussy were……………my turn, and I felt her hot little tongue darting into my hole and I gasped. I looked up to see how the boys were handling all of the action, expecting that they were still jerking off, but to my surprise I saw Tristan and Jason involved in a 69 position sucking each others cock’s. I didn’t know Tristan was bi, I didn’t mind sex is sex!!!!!!!!! Besides it looked totally hot and of course got me groaning and grinding myself harder on Rebecca’s face while she lapped at my pussy like a cat to cream, I watched Tristan and Jason for a while enjoying the way Jason’s cock was sliding down Tristan’s throat and wandering how far they would take it.

The thoughts going through my head along with the flicking of Rebecca’s tongue on my clit gave in to the biggest orgasm of my life and I came whilst sitting on another woman’s face, another first for me.

As Rebecca and I lay back on the sand exhausted we lay there watching the boys going for it, Sorry, Rebecca said we didn’t tell you Jason was Bi, that’s ok I said it does not look like Tristan is complaining I said with a grin, all of a sudden the boys stop and Jason asks if Tristan would mind fucking him in the ass, I didn’t know what the reaction would be but I was surprised and turned on by Tristan agreeing and before I knew it I was watching my husband fucking another man in the ass and finding it a complete turn on, my pussy was dripping again.

As I watched him slam his hard cock into Jason’s ass and knowing we had a few more hours of fucking to go I couldn’t help but think, I am really glad he talked me into coming to the beach today.

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(Previously –

Rob and Ann have invited three couples to their home for A Scripted Dinner. After the first course, a delicious assortment of appetizers, Rob gave his first script direction.

“Ladies, please remove your blouses.”

A cream soup was served, and even eaten, amidst other activities. Then Rob gave his second direction.

“Ladies, please remove your skirts.”

The wide array of lettuces in the salad drew only moderate consideration from the assembled couples, as temptations to use hands elsewhere overcame etiquette boundaries.

When the salads were cleared away, Rob delivered his third directive.

“Gentlemen, unhook their bras.”

Amidst the appreciation of fine flesh now exposed, chilled bowls of sherbet were served. These inspired a flurry of creative exercises. Finally, when the sherbet was either consumed or reposing on the floor, Rob managed to order, “Get those panties off!”

Barely a taste of the beef Wellington passed the guests’ lips as the men all favored the recently exposed treats. But the women then took matters into their own hands, or mouths. When Rob was no longer inclined to speak, Ann made the next request, “Juan, please bring the dessert now.”)

Each of the four woman knelt before her husband’s chair. Each of the four men sighed at the pleasures enveloping him. Silently, moving with the poise of experience, Juan delivered a dessert tray to each place setting.

Her strawberry blond hair swung at shoulder length as Traci’s head moved up and down. She kept a slow, long rhythm, matching the mellow strains of the jazz ballad from the sound system. Her nails kept a light counterpoint on the looser skin just beneath.

Despite her concentration between her husband’s legs, Traci noticed the slight difference in sounds a few minutes later. Curious, this youngest woman at the gathering slid her hands where her mouth had just been and looked up at the head of the table.

There, the hostess for the evening, Ann, stood. Gleams of candlelight reflected from her dark hair. Traci could see her carefully assessing the array of foods on her tray. With her right hand, Ann tepebaşı escort kept intimate contact with Rob. Traci watched as Ann leaned close to her husband and said, “Rob, dear, move that cute little ass of yours up here on the table.”

“Mmphfmfff?” replied Rob, his head tipped back and his eyes closed.

“Now, now,” the dark-haired woman reiterated, “you heard me. Get yourself up on this table.”

“What!”

Traci chuckled. Obviously Rob had understood his wife that time.

“Do you like this, my dear?” Ann asked solicitously.

“MmmmmmmMMMMMM,” Rob groaned.

“Then you’ll stand up here,” Ann continued, “and lay back here.”

Traci watched in fascination as the hostess laid her husband on the table between their trays of desserts.

“See? That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” Ann reassured her partner.

“Ohhhhhh, yessssssssssss,” replied Rob.

Traci chuckled again. Rob’s reply might not mean what he said, but there was no doubt about the level of enjoyment he had expressed.

Ann bent to the edge of the table, taking her husband’s stiffness into her mouth. Surrounding just the head, the hostess touched her lips to it ever so gently. Traci was sure Rob no longer noticed he was lying on a table.

Following a look Ann sent to the opposite end of the table, Traci turned her head. There, Ruth’s heavy breasts bobbed as she cajoled Jim onto the table. Just as Ruth had, Traci and Barb caught Ann’s unspoken agenda. The two women began whispering enticements to their spouses as well. Soon, four male torsos sprawled across the white expanse of the tablecloth.

And there could be no doubt about them being male. Four erect poles of desire announced both their gender and their interest. Not that any announcement was needed to attract the women’s attention. Tongues and lips and mouths savored the treats rising before them.

Ruth made long licks from the balls between Jim’s legs up the entire length of his hard cock. Barb took little nibbles around the top of Floyd’s reddened head. Ann sucked one ball in and out of her gentle mouth, while her hand slowly covered torbalı escort and uncovered her husband’s dick. Traci opened wide and swallowed inches and inches of Mark’s long penis.

Traci had her eyes closed for a while, the better to concentrate on Mark’s reactions to her touches. She felt his breathing quicken when his cock hit the back of her throat, or when she stopped halfway and circled his head with her tongue. She also tasted the spurt of pre-cum.

The nipples on the small breasted woman were pointed knobs when she felt her husband’s balls draw up close to his body. She slowly slid her lips off his cock one last time and ceased her movements. It wasn’t time to let a climax overtake her love. No, not yet.

Looking toward the head of the table, Traci stared in surprise. Ann had taken portions from her dessert tray and created a dick sundae! Traci craned her head to identify all the layers decorating Rob’s private parts.

There was pineapple making a ring at the base of the tall, stiff center. A layer of whipped cream held a row of raspberries in place around his rigidity. Traci thought the green layer must be kiwi slices. She glanced down at her own dessert tray for confirmation. Indeed, kiwi was available.

Mischief dancing in her eyes, Traci reached for her own dessert spoon. The strawberry blond laughed when Mark yelped at the first touch of the chilly whipped cream. Carefully, she spread the foundation for her own cock tower.

Between layers, Traci watched the other women. The golden blond Ruth experimented with how to get a cherry to balance on the top of her husband’s fruit bedecked erection. Barb had opted to make a bed of whipped cream and chocolate on Floyd’s stomach. After she had licked Floyd’s dick down into the dessert, she watched it spring back towards the ceiling. Then she slowly licked all the sauces off it.

While Traci smooshed cherries into the chocolate now covering Mark’s cock, Juan stood nearby – with a camera. He had taken a photo of Ann’s creation on Rob already. Traci appraised her decorating once more, then nodded to Juan. She put her face toroslar escort next to the hard, colorful pole and smiled with her tongue just touching her lips. Juan snapped the picture.

“Ann, I love these raspberries,” Ruth complimented the hostess.

Ann took one finger and swiped whipped cream off her cheek, into her mouth. “Mmmmmmm,” she answered Ruth, “I think I like the pineapple the best.”

“Oh, no,” piped up Barb, “the CHOCOLATE!” The women all laughed at her deep appreciation.

“But,” Traci interrupted, “let’s not forget the centerpieces.”

“Oh, nooooooooooo!”

“Never.”

“Not a chance,” came the replies. Grinning, the women returned to eating their dessert creations off their husbands.

Long minutes later, Rob took a deep breath and propped himself up on his elbows. A look of exquisite indulgence gripped his face, but he scooted off the table and spoke softly. “No one can compare to you, my dearest non-follower of directions, but I will wait no longer.” And with that, his arms surrounded his ample bodied wife and pressed her to the floor.

Rustling from all around the table gave evidence that the other men were following the host’s lead. Traci let herself be lowered to the floor. Before abandoning herself to delicious kisses, she scanned the room, peering between the legs of the table.

Barb crouched on top of Floyd, her mouth still enjoying cock au chocolate while Floyd’s tongue flicked at the pink lips between her legs. Ruth sat astride her husband. Her breasts swung with each motion, nipples hardened, as she alternately lifted herself and plunged down again. As Traci watched, Jim reached for the globes dangling above him, and Ruth moaned at his touch.

Peeking under the table the other direction, Traci saw Rob swing Ann’s legs over his shoulders. Despite Rob’s bulk blocking the sound from the hostess, Traci nonetheless heard a most appreciative moan. Rob’s own sounds of appreciation joined his wife’s.

Traci turned her attention to Mark as he kissed her lips, fondled her breast, and fingered her wetness. She opened her legs wide, then wider, beckoning him to her.

Mark hovered above her. She pulsed with longing. The full, strong length of him entered her, and a warmth spread within her. Between her legs, oh yes, there. But also throughout her being. Full. Right. Complete.

“Welcome, my love,” Traci murmured in her husband’s ear. “Please do come inside.”

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