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Innocence

The sun, its warmth, the sound of ocean waves, the sand and the breeze all let me know I was nowhere near home. As I laid out in the heat and let my skin feel alive once again, I kept my eyes closed and thought about how much I needed this vacation. It was overdue and I mentally made a note not to let it happen again. I had let myself get so deep into work and career that I had come close to burning out.

My life at forty was going well by some standards, but it was also a bit of a mess. On the executive career track at the company, my MBA finally paying off, I was putting in long hours and had paid the price. Several prices actually. My marriage had flamed out when I found my husband cheating two years earlier and the divorce was bitter and costly. Making a lot more money than he did turned out to not be such an advantage after all. Paying him alimony was a constant thorn. I had tried to make time for him, but he never could adjust to my success and had taken to playing around with my money, while I was away on business. When he started playing around the neighbourhood, I was taken aside by an irate husband down the street and the jig was up. The thought that my ex was still having a rollicking good time off of my support, was something I just had to let go. It never seemed to let go. Never having time for children as I worked my way up the ladder, was another price I had paid. Well, at least I wasn’t paying child support as well.

At forty, I was still a “fine figure of a woman” as my last boyfriend had said. I had managed to maintain my slim figure with my still firm A-cup breasts. I had a conventionally pretty face and kept my hair short but neatly styled. My last boyfriend thought I was more like thirty in appearance, but he also wouldn’t put up with a girlfriend who was gone half the time and tired the other half. Why did the men seem to be able to run the world, have a life and still have energy? Because, I thought, they ran the world but the women did the work. At least it seemed that way at the company. All of my business ideas were taken into consideration, passed up and then came back as some guy’s idea that I had to implement. It was one of the costs of doing business. I paid the costs. I did try to work out at least twice a week, and always did so when on the road, as it kept me out of the bars and lounges, with their ever present lounge lizards ready to feed. Admittedly, on the road, I had on a few occasions let some guy seduce me, pretending to not know how they played the game. But that was only after the separation. The sex was all right, and on one very special occasion, an older gentleman showed me what a truly skilled lover can do for a woman.

Slow, rhythmic and sultry thrusts, steady and continuous, for what seemed like hours had given me more deep orgasms than I had believed possible. He had played me like I was a fine violin, effortlessly moving me from position to position, his older, poorly muscled body doing what no young lover had ever done for me. His “old man cock”, thick and not all that hard, was massaging in me, not unlike a large and soft toy. Occasionally applying more lube, as I couldn’t possibly stay wet for that amount of time, he masterfully gave my vagina a sexual feast, complete with hor’s deurves, several entrées and dessert. And when he finally shuddered and stiffened, his penis in to the hilt, his face a grimace almost of pain, he came in me and came, until I thought he was faking but it was real. As he finally withdrew his condom covered penis I could see more semen in it than I might normally see in a month. Ever the gentleman, he took care of it himself, discreetly covering it with some tissue, a quick toss in the waste basket and then kissed and caressed, spoke softly of pleasant things and cuddled as we both drifted off to sleep. Where did the men like this hide in my city?

I lay on the beach, my large towel under me, a bottle of water and sunscreen beside me and the sun above. I was in a two piece suit, but appropriate for my age. The older women at the resort, who liked their Wicked Weasels, seemed a bit, well, like they were trolling. It wasn’t specifically a “clothing optional” resort, but several women were tanning with their tops off. Apparently no one made a fuss. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. Today, I would just tan and chill. Footsteps in the sand and I came back. I opened my eyes to the glare of the sun and with my sunglasses helping I could see a couple walking by just below my feet. He was very tanned, like a man who lived in the sun. About mid fifties, grey hair, an enormous diamond on one hand flashing in the sun, and not all that fit, flabby actually. The woman was similarly tanned, her skin prematurely aged, and she had several sparklers flashing. She also had a tiny G string bottom, and no top. Her hips looked ridiculously large for her choice of bikini bottom and her large floppy pendulous breasts moved from side to side as she walked. She was not very attractive, even with the diamonds. The man gave me a long mecidiyeköy escort and studied look, slowing his gait as he went by. He raised his eye brows a bit and tilted his head. He obviously liked what he saw. I closed my eyes and waited while he walked away, feeling like I was on display. I was, but I didn’t appreciate his leer.

I had been at the resort for three days. The first day I was tired from travel and just rested by the pool. The resort nightlife didn’t appeal at all that night and I went to sleep early and alone. The second day, rested and ready, I had walked the beach in the morning letting my life slow to the rhythm of the waves. In the afternoon I went horseback riding at the resort stables and took in a guided ocean ride, letting the horse walk and trot in the water until I was soaked and laughing. Riding bareback in the waves, I could feel the power of the horse, its rigid spine working against my labia and clitoris. Without trying to attract attention I purposely let my body rock as the horse trotted through the ocean, and after several minutes felt an orgasm starting. Trying to maintain facial composure I let it take me and the continued motion of the horse under me brought on another, then a third. God, what was I doing? Thankfully the ocean water had already soaked my shorts so at least my gush of fluids was not apparent. The guide gave me a special smile and I realized that he must have noticed. Then I also realized he had probably seen this daily. No wonder the ocean rides were so popular with women. I wondered how many riders of my gender all hot and bothered from the ride had continued to ride with the guide. None of my business, I thought. What happens on vacation…

That evening, I dressed in a casual sun dress, low heeled sandals and went to the nightclub to let my hair down. I danced, checked out the guys and let several bring me a complimentary drink and considered having a casual sex session. Most of the people there were couples but there were also enough singles to make for a marketplace. I enjoyed the posturing, the flirting and the music. Several times I watched as a woman would flash a breast and the flashing got better as the night and the free alcohol progressed. It seemed like everyone there was in a sexy mood, and I felt myself get caught in it. A couple of young women there were kind of playing a game of truth or dare. As the night went on, the dares became more and more risqué. Flashing breasts gave way to serious dirty dancing and flashes of panties. Most of the men were glued to the show, even if some of the women were unhappy that they were. A young man asked me to dance. As soon as we were on the floor, his hands went to my ass and he held me tight to grind his bulging tented pants to my pubic area. With several drinks on board and with the location, I actually ground back. He beamed at me thinking he just might have a score for the night. I wasn’t sure so I just let it continue. He had noticed I was by myself and asked me to sit at his table. I thought, why not, it was part of the entertainment. There were several others there, all younger than me and he seemed the only one unattached. We chatted, laughed, danced and drank. The truth or dare show continued and it became obvious that the two young women had removed their panties. They were getting less and less inhibited and were clutching themselves and rubbing each other, laughing and carrying on as if this was routine. The guys at the table were wide eyed and thoroughly enjoying the performance. The girls made a few catty comments, then got into it and got up and did some dirty dancing as well. It all seemed like fun and even I tried a bit of it, giving the guy a quick drop of my sundress top to expose a bra enclosed breast, and giving him an “oops” childlike look. He smiled and danced behind me, rubbing up to my ass and holding one arm around my middle, let the other run up and down my thigh, finally lifting the dress bottom to flash my lacy ice blue panties.

Back at the table I let him put his hand on my knee and wondered how long he would take to move it closer to the object of his affection. It wasn’t long. As one of the now very drunk truth or dare girls was stroking her exposed vulva and the other dropped down to give her some quick oral, he moved up my thigh and under the dress, to run his fingers up and down my pussy. I let him, even to the point of putting my own hand down to move aside the panties. He tried to pretend we weren’t making out at the table and did reasonably well. With all eyes on the girl-girl oral show, he put a finger to my now very moist vagina and massaged. I held his hand, pushing it to me firmly and just watched the show. As the crowd cheered on the girls, he worked as well as he could and I felt a thrill and a chill go up my spine. His palm was massaging my hardening clit and I was sure that only a few minutes would produce an orgasm. Unfortunately, the oral show ended fairly quickly and both girls just raised their arms and danced around bayan escort each other. As faces turned back, he quickly moved his hand to my knee. Yes, I was going to get laid tonight and felt very good about it. It was only then that I asked him his name. “Phil,” he said.

“Kathy. Pleased to meet you, Phil.”

Another drink, a few more dances, each one more sexual than the last and the guy was almost shaking, he was so turned on. “My room or yours?” he asked his voice husky and urgent. “Mine” I answered. I was reasonably sure he had condoms, but I knew I did and my favourite lube was there as well.

He wasn’t able to keep his hands off me as we went up to my suite. I knew everyone at the nightclub was well aware of our intentions. So what? I was on vacation. The sex was a disaster. The guy, about mid twenties, not much taller than me, not very fit and with little knowledge of how to pleasure a woman, seemed so hopeless after the older gentleman lover. His idea of oral was to stick his tongue out and shake his head back and forth over my clit. Where did he learn that? He ignored my breasts, didn’t pay any attention to kissing or caressing and seemed bent on getting his rocks off and then getting out. His penis was average length I guessed but slim. It felt okay but nothing like the thicker penis that had pleasured me so well. Despite having a rock hard erection, he felt…..inadequate in me. He came quickly, long before I felt much and lay on his back, panting. After a few minutes, during which I felt cheated, he said, “Give me a few minutes and I’ll fuck you some more.” So romantic, this one, I thought. I realized he wanted me to deal with the condom so I tried to remove it sensually but he just slipped it off and tossed it aside.

“Suck me hard and I’ll really fuck you.”

‘As if’ was all I thought, but I got up, went to the bathroom and returned with a warm damp cloth to clean his semen from his penis. Somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to suck it off of him.

I gave him oral, slowly and sensuously, as best I could, hoping that maybe he would learn something. After about ten minutes of this, he seemed impatient. His penis was almost fully erect and he obviously wanted to get back to fucking. I put a second condom on him and he asked me to “assume the position”. Knowing what it meant but irritated at his attitude, I did get on all fours and offered him my back way, after quickly applying a bit of lube to my vagina opening. He quickly started thrusting into me, slapping his hips against my cheeks. After about one half of a minute he was bucking at me like a high school kid.

“Fuck, this is good. Fuck, you have an ass!” With that he withdrew and put the head of his penis to my ass and pushed roughly. Damn, but this guy was a jerk! My ass didn’t take him of course, and it hurt.

“Stop, not like that”, was all I said and turned over. I was okay with anal, but not like this.

I was about to tell him how to do it properly when he said, “I thought all you older women loved it up the ass. What’s wrong with you?”

That was it. “Get out, right now.” I got up, went to the closet and put on my robe. He was still on the bed.

“Cock teasing bitch,” he muttered and got up, put on his pants and glared at me. “Fuck! My first older piece of ass and you turn out to be a fucking cock teasing cunt!” After several more outbursts of crude vindictive he left, leaving the door open. I closed and locked it, leaned back against it and tilted my head back against the door and let my breathing slow. It was absolutely the worst sexual experience I had ever had. I showered, and paying particular attention to washing away any trace of him from my unfulfilled pussy, I just seethed.

“Fucking little shit head” I muttered and got out of the shower. Masturbating was out of the question. I was too angry. I poured a drink from my supply and sat in the easy chair, wearing only the robe, put my feet up and picked up the TV remote.

I turned on the set, went to movies, adult movies and then the selection. It was extensive. I seldom watched porn but it seemed like a release. I picked a title and watched the usual array of porn offerings. Huge tits, amazing cock, blow, fuck and the requisite cream on her face. Gangbang with the girl drenched in cum. Two guys, one girl and the inevitable double entry scene. Two massive cocks, stretching both pussy and ass, the girl moaning in ecstatic pleasure. Two girls, one guy, who fucks like a machine on overdrive. The inevitable girl-girl scene with two women, in make up, serious hair and loads of jewellery, skanky clothes and high heels, who never seem to take off the heels. At least the women seem to be okay at giving each other oral. And finally, the two ended dildo scene with both women having endless orgasms.

Porn made, produced and directed by men, for the male audience. No wonder the guy I had kicked out earlier was so bad.

Two drinks, more porn and I was finally ready to sleep. maslak escort Almost mechanically I massaged my self to an orgasm and fell asleep. I awoke in the morning with a headache, vague memories of disturbing dreams and a renewed appreciation for decent lovers. Another quick shower, breakfast by the pool and now I was on the beach.

Knowing I was likely to run into the guy who was such a disappointment, I considered how to handle any negative comments. “You’re an immature jerk” seemed to work.

In the afternoon, I decided to get out of the resort and explore. The surrounding area was considered safe, if you weren’t looking for trouble and didn’t stay past sundown. I walked through a market, admiring the locally made crafts. A beautiful wrap caught my eye. I put it on and admired myself in a mirror. Only minor bargaining so as to not look too stupid and it was mine. The older teen girl at the table smiled and said, “It was made for you, Senorita.” I smiled back. Instead of putting it in a bag, I decided to wear it as a sash and walked away. Some more looking at jewellery, clothing, leather goods and I was ready to walk back to the resort. To my surprise, the table where I purchased the wrap was now being looked after by an older woman and the younger one was not there. As I walked out of the market, a hand took mine. It was the girl.

“My aunt was pleased at how much you paid, Senorita. She let me go early.” She smiled again and I smiled back, touched by her child like innocence. She walked with me and chatted about her aunt, how she worked at the table sometimes and what school was like. She looked to be about late teens but acted younger. She had a child like manner that made me think she might just be handicapped in some way. She was treating me like we were old friends, instead of strangers who just met. I chatted with her, wondering if it was appropriate to be walking her away from her aunt.

“You are a very nice girl, but don’t you think you should be getting back to your aunt?”

“No, Senorita, I can play now until I want to go home.” She had yet to let go of my hand and I felt like I was walking with a child of eight, not an older teenager.

“You are from the resort, Senorita? I have never been. It is for,” she paused, thinking of the word, “from away…”

“Tourists?” I offered.

“Si… you know.” She was really not mentally a teenager. That was obvious. “Can you show me the resort?” Her eyes beamed like a child on Christmas morning.

“Don’t you think we should ask your aunt? She will worry.”

“No, I come back later. She will know.” I thought ‘what harm then’ and we walked the distance to the resort chatting like school girls. She was very pretty, big bright eyes and a wonder about the world I almost hoped would never go away. Her hand was still clutching mine.

“What is your name,” I asked.

“Isabella, “she said.

“I’m Kathy.”

We walked around the resort and her eyes grew bigger. She had obviously never seen swimming pools, manicured lawns, gleaming bright buildings and resort staff in crisp white and red uniforms. “Your room, Senorita, which one is it?”

“Would you like to see it'” I asked, enjoying her banter and happiness.

“Oh…please, yes.” And we went to the room, her eyes registering a bit of confusion at the elevator. When the door opened and we were on a different floor, she clapped her hands. I opened my door and we went in, the room immaculate after the housekeeping staff had been through. She walked around, wide eyed at the room with a large bed, comfortable furniture and carpeting. “Senorita, you must be a princess.”

“No,” I laughed, “just another tourist.” There was bottled water on the desk and I opened a bottle and poured her a glass. She took it and sipped hesitantly, then smiled when she recognized water. There were many things here new to her. We continued to chat and I found it hard to picture an older teenager when she was so much younger inside. Her body was slim. Her hips were narrow but not childish. Her breasts were slightly bigger than mine and plainly not surrounded by a bra. They were firm and self-supporting, as if they were just swelling. She was wearing a simple skirt and a tee shirt that was partially covered by a traditional native vest. Her long black hair shone in the sunlight. She really was a beautiful young woman, an older teen going on eight. I wondered what her life would be like.

“Are you hungry at all,” I asked.

She looked around and said, “yes, but there is no kitchen.”

I gave a little laugh and said,” That isn’t a problem. We can just call for some food.” She looked sceptical but nodded. I got out the room service menu and asked, “How about some dinner.” It was about five in the afternoon.

“But what is there here?” she asked. I gave her the menu but it was quickly apparent she couldn’t read it.

“How about some pizza?” I asked, thinking that would be a safe bet.

“What is pizza?” was the reply.

I smiled again and said, “You will like it.” I called and ordered the pizza, some salad and a bottle of chilled white wine for me and milk for her. When the food arrived she was ecstatic. She liked the pizza and was hungry, eating most of it while I had some salad and sipped the wine.

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Here’s the next part of our summer encampment story. I think I was 23, and Sashi was 19 at the time…

Now, an Eskimo tribe is a pretty free society, and I wasn’t shy about being nude: heck, everybody in our tribe has seen me naked and I have personal experience with many of the boys in my age group. Also, a firelight orgy was all but tradition on this, the first evening of our spring encampment, but here was somebody I didn’t even know watching me fuck, and it was a little embarrassing. This guy was actually getting a blow job from my best friend and watching me intently at the same time, basically ignoring his own dick and the girl attached to it, like they were just a background event.

I was the main event. Eddie was putting his dick in me and he was on a roll. I was on all fours and getting rammed hard enough that my tits were swinging every which way, slapping me in the face. It was going to be a while so I decided to strike up a conversation, cut the ice, so to speak: “Know Sorkai?”

New guy said, “Yep, we met last year. He said I should come and stay by your tribe this summer, meet his sister, Sasha.”

“So, did you meet her yet?”

“Actually no; he said she was going to be here tonight, so I don’t know what happened. I suppose I’m not likely to find her now!”

I laughed. “Actually, that’s her, sucking your cock right now!” I said, and with that, Sashi popped off, looked up at him, gave a big smile and a little wave and then got back to şişli escort business.

“Oh God! Well, nice to meet you!”

“Nieh ou mee woo nhoo, …Boris.” she hummed back, electing to talk with her mouth full this time, coming off just long enough to say his name, probably for my benefit. She pulled a hair off her tongue, licked her lips and continued: “Yikes, where are my manners? Boris,” (and with this, she addressed his wet meat, like it could understand her), “…meet Umaiapik. Umi, meet my new boyfriend Boris. And that’s Eddie, back there. Now…” …and she returned her attention to her favorite piece of Boris.

Sashi was really good, better than me. I was pretty sure she’d finish him, but not for a long time. At the first sign of eruption, she’d slow way down, so she could play with it for the longest possible time. Several guys I knew had a love/hate relationship with Sashi’s blowjobs, because they knew she’d torture them for an hour. Pretty nice torture though. Right now Boris was getting the high suction treatment and he thought he was probably going to finish any second.

Sashi wasn’t having any of that: she pulled off and took a long hard look at the wet member, palming it from underneath with her hand splayed out flat, like she was carrying a tray of drinks. It looked red-purple and ready to fire, twitched once…

“Nuht-ah.” Sasha said flicking the tip, hard, with three fingernails of her other hand, intending osmanbey escort to slow him down with a little pain. I knew from past demonstrations that he’d better behave or she’d do worse, mercilessly. But Boris was with the program. He took a couple of deep breaths and squnched his eyes shut for a moment, calming down.

“That’s better, gooood.” she approved, running one finger back and forth behind the corona. “C’mere, so Umi can see better.” She popped up to a stand, closing her hand to a tourniquet grip, and sashaying over to right in front of me, leaving Boris to waddle frantically after her as best he could, to keep his dick from leaving without him. Sasha lay down on her side, fadcing away from me, and pulled Boris to his knees.

Now I was staring right down the barrel of his gun, where I could see every vein. I noticed his balls were wet with Sashi’s spit, and sweat slicking down the fine hair on his stomach. Up on one elbow, Sashi could reach his cock, and she was after it again. She would bob down on it deep, suck slowly off, pulling hard, her cheeks hollow, then off with an audible “plup” and lick around underneath, where she could look over at me, eyes laughing. I was wrong, she was gonna finish him soon, and make sure he came all over my face. Eddie could tell it too, I knew, because he sped up from my favorite rhythm to his, hoping to encourage his orgasm right away.

At first that might not seem generous of Eddie, escort bayan taksim but this was a familiar pattern, a game. Sashi and I used to “race boys,” to see who could squirt cum on the other girl first. In fact, we did it sort of a lot! The boys figured out the game quickly enough, and did their best to participate. Of course Eddie knew the game and Sash & I both knew when he pulled out that she’d lost. He lurched up beside me, gasping, and straddled Sashi’s waist, sitting on her hip and stroking his flailing cock, leaning back and spurting right onto her breasts. Sashi squealed and tried to squirm away, but it was in jest: rules were she had to sit there and take it. Eddie rose up to his knees so he could finish right in her face, and I laughed, sorta. That dick was supposed to be in ME right now.

Sashi fought through the sleetstorm and kept stroking, using one hand to transfer cum from her face to Boris’ dick, and the other to milk out the rest of what Eddie had left. Now what was I supposed to do? I never did like this game, all that much. Boris started to cum, but he’d lost the race, so I didn’t *have* to let him spray it on me and I didn’t much feel like it, so I got weakly to my feet and stepped over a little closer to the fire, arms wrapped around my chest, not so much because I was cold. The other three were laughing, Eddie not so much and looking at me sideways: he knew I’d been cheated and was plotting how to make it up to me, probably.

I looked across the fire, saw another couple humping away, and a couple of boys drinking quietly and trying hard not to look like they were paying all their attention to the sexplay, but they were of course: boys after all…

A wide red-black shadow caught my eye at the perimeter of the firelight, Sorkai…

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Last night my roommate Paula brought this hunk named Randall home with her from the bar. Randall was so tall; he had to duck to get through the doorway. He had beautiful long black curly hair, deep blue eyes and huge muscles. She told me he was a movie cowboy. He was a walking wet dream for every woman in the neighborhood.

She led him with a smile for me, into her bedroom by his bulging cock. I heard her laugh and say “Did I do this to you?” He groaned out an answer and I could hear the slurping of my roommate as she licked and sucked him. I moved the picture that covered the spy hole in our adjoining wall so I could watch.

The cowboy was standing pressed against the bedroom door. Paula was on the ground her sweatshirt was pushed up and her tits were wrapped around his huge member. She had opened her mouth and stretched to its limit, she was sucking for her life. I could see the bulge of the head buried deep inside her throat. I envied that woman more than usual.

He poured out his juices in minutes and growled, “Damn woman that was the best blow job I have had in months.”

Finished with his speech, he lifted her off her feet, ripped the thong off her body and threw her flat on the bed, legs hanging over the side. I figured now I get to see him return the favor and wondered how good he was at the job of making a woman come. He surprised both of us by picking up her legs holding them over his shoulders and jamming his huge cock all the way in to her over stretched pussy. I heard the breath as it escaped from her lungs in one big whoosh. He pulled back and did it again and she was in the escort middle of a major climax. He smiled, and settled down to a long slow leisurely fuck. I guess he figured she was happy so he had all night. He reached and started mauling her tits pulling them up, rolling them hard between his fingers and pop letting them snap back.

Paula head thrown back whipping it from side to side was muttering garble I couldn’t understand. She was in permanent climax from what I could see and each one was longer and stronger than the one before. I could see the muscles in her stomach ripple as she came for him repeatedly.

After about ten minutes, he flipped her over and onto her hands and knees. He coated his fingers with her free flowing juices then pushed one then another into her ass. Once he had her ass full he then jammed his cock back into her wet and stretched pussy. I thought she was overexcited before, she howled begging him to stop, to not stop, reaching to jam him deeper and pleading with him to push another finger into her ass. He obliged and told her to start teasing her clit. She reached with her hand and the minute she touched it she was so far gone she collapsed onto the bed.

He grinned pulled out and jerked off until he covered her sweated naked back with several spurts of juice. He then massaged it into her skin kissed her ass cheeks and pulled his jeans on as he grabbed the rest of his clothes and headed for the bedroom door.

I managed to pull my fingers out of my shorts and meet him in the hall. “Bathroom is over there if you want to clean up?”

He grinned sex hikaye and reached out and pulled me to him. Yanking my head back by my ponytail, he jammed his mouth down on mine. I gave in and gave up and then I was putty to do with as he pleased.

He pushed me to the floor and unzipped his jeans. I didn’t hesitate. I cleaned him up. Doing my cleanup was making him hard and shiny wet.

“Now he drawled whatever should we do with this?”

I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Fuck me senseless with it.” He smiled and picked me up and we went back into my room. He sniffed, looked around saw the hole and laughed. “No wonder your so horny, well now pint size it’s your turn to ride the pony.”

I don’t think I mentioned I am 5 foot even and wear a size six. I came up to his belly button. He was going to be surprised when he undressed me however cause my 34 breasts were a double d that’s why I wore such baggy shirts all the time. Compared to Paula we are opposites I have short red hair, green eyes and freckles, she is tall, model thin and hair the color of ripe wheat in the Kansas sun.

Cowboy pulled my sweatshirt off, dropped my shorts, stood back, and whistled. I grinned, he hadn’t whistled at Paula or bothered to take off her shirt. I said, “thank you.”

He knelt and I felt his mouth on my wet center of delight. I had time to think he hadn’t done that to Paula when I felt his fingers inside me and I flooded him with juices. He pushed something cold into my ass and suddenly I felt a stream of lubrication and his fingers followed. I was nişantaşı escort orgasmic all the time I was dreading the ordeal to come. I like anal sex, so I relaxed, and pushed back, and opened myself to him. He rewarded me by biting, kissing, and paddling my ass as he opened me up and then he was there.

I felt the push and heard the pop I was stretched further than any man had ever done. He swore and told me to lay still. “You’re so tight and hot I am almost ready to lose it now and we can’t have that lovely lady, I want to take you with me. I wanted that ass the minute I saw it when I came in.”

Meanwhile his fingers were plundering my pussy and each climax was higher than the one before. I didn’t know when I could think at all if I would live through anything bigger.

He started to move and I couldn’t do anything but mewl like a kitty looking for its mommy. He was swearing under his breath and telling me how wonderful my hot tight ass felt on his hard cock. He was also paddling me each crisp slap resounding in the room to my yelp of pain and moan of pleasure. After minutes that seemed like hours, we came together. He collapsed on my back panting as he caught his breath filling me so full it dripped out and down my legs smearing us both with the side effects of coupling.

He pulled free told me not to move and went into the bathroom. I heard water running and he returned and cleaned me up and then himself. Leaning over he kissed me witless and pulled a card out of his jeans said, “Tell Paula when you two are ready to play again call me. Next time we can do it all together.”

I curled up and nodded yes. He covered me up and the cowboy rode into the sunset. The next morning we both had happy memories of one great night, and plans for how soon we could do it again this time together.

(C) 3-19-03

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It’d been 18 months since I fucked the man who had since dominated all my sexual fantasies. I’d given up hope of ever finding him again and I’d stopped picking up look-alikes in seedy bars. I’d been dating Jason, an accountant, for a couple of months and he’d recently proposed to me. I’d accepted his proposal and I’d just returned home from a shopping trip with my friends. I’d bought a dress to wear for the engagement party that Jason’s parents were throwing for us the following weekend.

It was one of those scorching days in summer when it doesn’t matter what you do, your hair and your clothes still stick to you. I was wearing a white camisole top with built in bra support. I wore a short red skirt with red lace thongs underneath. On my feet I wore the not so very comfortable, but very sexy red 3-inch sandals I’d bought a few weeks earlier. I’d just opened the front door and was about to walk in as I heard steps behind me.

“I hear you’ve been looking for me,” said a voice I never thought I’d hear again.

I turned around and looked into his green eyes. His hair was as messy as I remembered it, but perhaps slightly blonder. He’d not shaved for a day or two, but his stubble wasn’t as long as last time. He wore a white t-shirt and old blue jeans. A cigarette dangled between his lips. Somehow he looked more menacing in daylight than he had at night. My eyes wandered down to his bulge and I remember how he tasted and how he felt inside me.

“So what’ll it be?” he asked casually as he leaned against the wall. “Shall we fuck again?”

“You?” I exclaimed as I got my voice back. I had so many questions. I knew I should tell him to go away, but my pussy had gone into overdrive at the sound of his voice and was now bathing in a pool of juice.

“Yes or no,” he insisted. “Either we fuck or we don’t.”

He walked to the other side of the road, jumped up on his motorbike and turned it around. I knew I only had seconds to decide. I threw my bags through the door and locked it again. I ran up to him and only had time to put the helmet on before he threw away his cigarette and set off at a breakneck speed. I held on for dear life as he drove out of town into some woods. When we’d reached a small cabin by a lake he finally stopped and I got off the bike. He took my helmet and continued straddling the bike.

“Take your clothes off,” he commanded me and I did as I was told, feeling confident that I’d have his cock inside me within ten minutes, finally relieving the sexual tension I’d felt since we last fucked.. I pulled my top off, revealing my tits to him for the second time. There was nowhere to put it so I left it on the ground. Then I slipped out of my skirt and finally I took off my thongs.

“And the shoes,” he said and I stepped out of them.

“Give me everything,” he continued and I bent over to gather it all and hand it to him. He took my thongs and licked the wet spot where my pussy had just been. With a smile he stuffed my things into the helmet that I’d been wearing and he drove off.

I was terrified. I didn’t know exactly where I was. I had no clothes. The ground was covered in stones and I didn’t even have any shoes. I thought I was going to cry. I’d never felt so humiliated in my life. Why did he have such power over me? I’d never let any other man use me, but this guy… He’d used me once and now he was humiliating me. And the worst part was that my nipples were fully erect, my pussy was still dripping and I was happy that I’d had a Brazilian wax the day before.

I don’t know how long I waited but it soon got dark and I got very afraid. I’d tried to open the door to the cabin, but it was locked. I had to relieve myself behind a bush and then I stepped into the lake to wash myself. I promised myself that if I ever saw him again I’d kill him for doing this to me.

Eventually I heard the sound of an engine. It came towards me with its headlights on full beam, blinding me. I thought I could make out two people, and I was pretty sure it was a pickup. The vehicle came to a stop and the two people exited, leaving the headlights on so that I couldn’t see them. I was reasonably confident that one of them was my guy, which was why I hadn’t run off.

“This is my slut,” said the voice I recognised. “What do you think?”

“Niiiiiice tits,” said another male voice appreciatively. “And you reckon her cunt is tight?”

“It was very nice and tight last time I fucked her, but I hear she’s fucked around a lot since then. It tasted great though.”

“Yeah, that’s what Pete said. He 69’ed her on the pool table when she was looking for you. I never saw the video, but I hear he’s made a fortune on it on the Internet.”

My actions in the past passed before my eyes and I remembered the guy söğütlüçeşme escort they were talking about. I’d been so horny and frustrated that night that I’d agreed to 69 him on the pool table in the backroom of a pub. Afterwards he’d doggie fucked me as well. I couldn’t believe that he’d taped it.

“Yeah, I finally saw it a couple of weeks ago. That’s why I came back. All these guys were having fun with my slut and me not getting a slice of the action, it didn’t seem right.”

They were now standing in front of me and I felt very vulnerable. They were clothed and I was naked. They could do whatever they wanted with me. Finally my guy spoke.

“Babe, this is my friend Eric. He wants to fuck you too and I said I didn’t mind sharing. Let’s go inside.”

That was it. He didn’t even bother asking me if it was OK with me to fuck his friend. He didn’t apologise for leaving me there. I knew I should be furious, but I was hornier than ever. Eric seemed to sense this and reached between my legs with his finger. He slipped between my pussylips and ran his finger along my slit.

“Oh yeah, babe,” Eric said and sucked my pussy juices off his finger. “You’re ripe for fucking. Come on.”

He grabbed my hand and unlocked the cabin door. Meanwhile my guy went back to the car and switched off the headlights. Eric turned on some lights and I looked around. There was nothing more than a double bed, a table and two chairs in the cabin. I turned around and could finally see Eric. I’d already ascertained that he was as tall as my guy. He had brown hair and brown eyes and he looked like he didn’t enjoy shaving a lot. He cupped my tits and pinched my nipples hard.

“I love big natural tits,” he said and grabbed my ponytail. “I also love blowjobs and I’ve been told that you give a good one. On your knees.”

He pulled my hair downwards and I had no option but to obey. I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was already semi-erect and very thick. As I wrapped my lips around it and started teasing it with my tongue I could feel it growing in my mouth. I’d been prepared to hate this guy, but his cock tasted so good. My mouth was open wide and I could only just fit him inside. I fantasised about how good he’d be in my cunt.

“Mmmm,” said a voice from the door. “I see the party’s already started.”

“Oh yeah,” Eric replied. “She’s such a good cock sucker! Don’t stop babe! Take me deep!”

My guy undressed and kneeled behind me. He started kneading my tits, pinching my nipples hard and pulling them. I could feel his cock hardening against my ass. I started wondering how and when he was going to take me, and I didn’t have to think about it for long.

“Babe,” he whispered in my ear, “get on all four so that I can fuck you from behind.”

I let go of Eric’s cock and dropped my upper body forward, parting my legs to give him plenty of access to my hungry cunt. Eric dropped to his knees in front of me, grabbed my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth. I was no longer sucking him as much as he was fucking my mouth. He had a tight hold of my head and his hips were moving back and forth with vigour now. Then I felt the sweet sensation of that wonderful cock in my cunt again. My dreams and fantasies of the last 18 months had all been true. He filled me so completely. Just by penetrating me he nearly gave me an orgasm.

I struggled for breath as Eric fucked my throat, but this only intensified all other feelings. My guy was pinching my nipples and pulling my tits in opposite directions as he started slamming in and out my generously lubricated cunt. Eric’s pace increased and I tried to move my tongue around. Soon I felt a jet against the back of my throat and Eric pulled out, continuing to squirt his cum all over my face. I smiled happily and then I came. I cried out and my cunt spasmed around the powerful shaft that was boning me so hard from behind.

My guy pulled out and dragged me with him to the bed. He lay down and I climbed on top of him. My cunt was gaping wide as he’d only just vacated it and it felt wonderful to welcome him back inside as I straddled his juicy cock. He asked Eric for a towel and he wiped the cum off my face before he pulled me down, crushing my tits against his chest and ravaging my mouth with his tongue.

I was busy enjoying my delicious fuck when I felt something cold against my ass. Then my anus was filled with gel and I knew what was going to happen next. I’d taken several guys up my ass in the last 18 months and I was starting to enjoy it. But never before had they been as thick as Eric’s cock and I’d never tried double penetration. I shuddered with excitement as I felt the pressure of Eric’s shaft sultanbeyli escort against my back passage. My guy held me still and pulled my buttocks wide apart as Eric slowly inched entered me with his enormous head.

I moaned out loud. The pleasure and pain combination was out of this world. I could hardly breathe, my whole being was concentrated on the two cocks that were fighting for space in my two neighbouring holes. And then I suddenly felt that they were both buried in me, balls deep.

“Ooooooooooooooooh yesssssssssssss,” I cried out, lost in the depravity of the situation. “Fuck me!!!!”

The guys laughed and then they obliged. Pretty soon we had a rhythm going and our moans and grunts filled the cabin. I didn’t last long before I came again, but my muscular spasms only slowed the guys down momentarily. They soon kept fucking me. Eric started kneading my tits from behind and I looked down at my guy. I could tell he was close to cumming and I let myself go again. As my moan got louder and the pressure on his cock increased he groaned and started shooting his load deep inside me.

Eric stopped fucking my ass long enough for my guy to pull out of my cunt and get in front of me. I started licking my juices off his cock as Eric’s pace in my ass picked up. Now that he was alone in my holes he could move much faster. My ass was tight around his prick and I could tell from his grunts that he was enjoying it. His hand reached for my clit and soon I felt a finger moving between my battered pussy opening and my swollen clit. I started sucking my guy and his cock was soon as hard as before. I worked his cock with my hands, my tongue and my lips and he tasted so good. I sucked his balls and then sucked his cock back in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him.

I don’t know how long we fucked like that, but like an expert Eric managed to get me to climax again as he was ready to cum. As soon as his fingers set me off he grunted and shot his second load of the night into my ass. I could feel his cock twitching inside my anus and it set off a second wave of that orgasm. I cried out my passion around the cock in my mouth.

Eric pulled out slowly and said something to my guy about getting cleaned up. My guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to get on my back. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up on his shoulders and then he buried his cock in my cunt again. I was absolutely spent and didn’t think I could manage another orgasm that night, but the position I was in increased the friction between us and his constant pounding against my clit soon had me on fire again.

He leaned forward and kissed me, pushing my legs down and my ass up. I could feel the cum running out of my ass, my juices and his previous load slurping out of my cunt. I’d never felt so dirty in my life and I was loving it.

“Please, please,” I panted. “I gotta cum. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Not yet,” he encouraged me. “Just hold it back a little while longer.”

He increased the pace. He was pumping me like a man possessed and his sweat was dripping from his brow onto my face. He slammed inside me. The night air was filled with the wet sounds of our fucking. Then when I thought I was going to go insane if I had to hold back any longer he started moaning.

“Now, babe!”

My most powerful orgasm of the night had my body shuddering violently and I cried at the top of my lungs. I could feel his cum shooting inside of me and it kept my orgasm going. Soon we collapsed next to each other and he lit a cigarette, offering me one.

“Wanna go skinny dipping?” he asked once he’d caught his breath.

“Yes,” I panted back.

We could hardly walk, but we helped each other out and I felt dirty, slutty and incredibly sexy with all the cum running down my legs. We were greeted by Eric who was swimming around in the lake.

“Finally! What took you so long?”

My guy laughed. “I’m not into quick fucks anymore. I want to take time to enjoy them.”

“Well, we better get going now or my wife is going to get suspicious,” Eric reminded my guy.

He looked at his watch and agreed. They started moving out of the lake and I followed them. My guy turned around.

“You can swim a little bit longer. I’m just taking Eric home. I’ll be back in the morning.”

In the time it took for those words to sink in the guys had already gathered their clothes and moved towards the pickup truck.

“In the morning?” I shouted out.

“Yeah,” he replied. “You better get some sleep because we have a lot of fucking left to do.”

With those words he left me. I couldn’t believe it. Tomorrow was going to be Sunday and I was supposed to meet taşdelen escort Jason and his parents at their country club for lunch. But I was without clothes and without a phone. How was I ever going to explain this? I knew I should feel guilty thinking of Jason, but I realised that I didn’t. All I could think of was the owner of that magnificent cock. I lay down on the bed and I could smell the marathon fuck that had taken place there earlier. I slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of thick cocks.

The next morning I had to relieve myself behind the same bush again and then I went for a morning swim. On my way back to the cabin after my second lap of the lake I saw two people on the beach. They were getting undressed and entering the water. I recognised my guy, and he was accompanied by a short and stocky man with long hair in a ponytail. Normally I wouldn’t be attracted to him, but he was standing with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly and it was massive. As I swam up to him he grabbed me and held me by my armpits. My guy entered the water and the stocky guy changed his grip to cup my tits.

“Hey babe,” said my guy with a grin on his face. “I thought you’d escaped. This is Lonnie. I promised him a piece of your ass for setting up the cameras in the cabin for last night. You don’t mind, do you?”

I was beyond caring and shook my head. My guy laughed and grabbed my legs. As Lonnie played with my tits he started eating my cunt and I cried out with joy when I felt his tongue between my pussy lips. His tongue travelled up and down my slit and then he started finger fucking me. He knew all the right buttons to push and with Lonnie’s pinching and pulling of my nipples I came in record time. The guys carried me up on the beach where I straddled my wonderful cock and he slid straight inside my slippery canal. Lonnie was right behind me with the gel and soon his massive cock was making its way up my back passage. The three of us fucked with fervour. Ever so often I saw movement in the bushes and I didn’t care whether it was humans or animals. All I cared about was my next orgasm. I came once. I came twice. By the time I was ready for my third orgasm I felt Lonnie emptying his balls in my ass and that set me off again. A third cunt spasm was all that my guy could take because he shot his load inside me then.

As soon as Lonnie had pulled out of my ass he jumped up on a motorbike and drove off. The two of us lay panting on the grass.

“You’re still a great fuck, babe,” he smiled. “I should’ve come back sooner.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

“Oh, shit happened and one thing led to another and before I knew it all that time had passed.”

“I’m engaged now,” I said and waved my ring finger at him.

“Yeah, I know,” he grinned at me. “And yet you’re as anxious as ever to fuck me.”

“You’re a good fuck too,” I answered and he laughed in reply.

“Oh, I spun by your place this morning and picked some stuff up for you. That shack behind the cabin is a makeshift shower. You might want to clean yourself up before we go back.”

I took the back he’d pointed at and it was full of my toiletries as well as a beautiful summer dress, shoes, and sensible underwear. I had a quick shower and when I came out I realised that he must have cleaned himself up in the lake. He was dressed in a clean white shirt and beige slacks. He’d shaved and combed his hair back. He scrubbed up quite nicely. He reminded me of someone but I couldn’t figure out who. It was probably himself!

I thought he was going to take me home, but instead he drove me straight to Jason’s parents’ country club. I got sick with worry, but didn’t dare say a word after one look from him. When we reached the country club I saw Jason and his parents exiting his dad’s BMW. I wanted to die when I saw the worried look on Jason’s face, and then the puzzlement as he saw me in the pickup. My brain was working overtime, trying to think of an explanation. Jason helped me out of the truck, but instead of speaking to me, he turned to my companion.

“Jim? What are you doing here? Why did you bring Marie?”

Jim? JIM? As in Jason’s brother Jim? I was flabbergasted and couldn’t utter a word.

“Marie and I are old friends,” said Jim. “We ran into each other last night and we’ve been catching up with each other and reminiscing about the good old times.”

Jason looked at me and I nodded.

“You could’ve struck me over with a feather when I realised that she was my little brother’s fiancée.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew my brother?” Jason demanded.

“She didn’t know I was your brother,” Jim saved me again. “She knew me back when I’d decided to use granddad’s surname to make it in business on my own. I just never told her that I’d changed it back.”

We were joined by Jason and Jim’s parents who thought it was a wonderful coincidence. I think I played the perfect daughter-in-law that lunch because I didn’t have any views about anything. I was still too stunned by the revelations, and too confused about what the future might hold. I was engaged with one brother, but I lusted for the other.

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It started with a break up. The college whatever relationship, three plus years, came to its inevitable end. And though it comes with freedom it doesn’t come without pain and uncertainty. So I decided to get the fuck away from her and myself, or that is, the me I was with her. Didn’t even want to know that person. Either of us. So unload the bank account and move. At first it didn’t even matter. I drove the car until I was tired. Four aimless days culminating in Phoenix. God only knows what the fuck compelled me to seek the desert, some perverse freeway design leading me past those hellish cityscapes which blighted the otherwise pristine sun scorched land. I utterly loathed Phoenix.

So I sold the car and prepared to board a plane. There was some foolish notion of Greece. A buddy, or some acquaintance had recently come from the Mediterranean, high on the beauty and the women. It sounded perfect. Flush with cash, I figured, why not?

Trip to Greece, meet up with friend from Spain. Bum around. Spend all my money disappearing in Europe. Parents can bring me home. Good itinerary.

But I had got in touch with Alicia. Sweet dirty little Alicia. I guess it wasn’t surprising that my cock would point at her like a fucking compass.

“Jesus Johnny. You sound crushed. You should come see me. Let me take care of you. This Greece idea, is well, shit. You need to be around people that love you. So come out to New York. Let me take care of you for a few days.”

“I don’t know…I think I need to get out of my head for a while. Just get lost somewhere, where I don’t know anyone and they don’t know me.”

“That’s stupid. That’s the kind of wallowing self pity garbage that will have you jumping from the Eifel Tower like some kind of romantic sad sack bastard.”

“Ya…probably right.”

“That’s it. You are definitely coming out.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. And want to know why?”

“Sure.”

“Cause Nikki is going to be here this weekend.”

Well, Alicia was definitely right, usually was. But first, an explanation: There Was This Party.

Alicia, very much entangled with a good friend of mine, was drunk. Good-friend-of-mine was preoccupied, drinking, talking, passing out. And so, this drunk little pixie trotted her lithe little body around, beautiful blonde hair swaying, kissing just about anything with a pulse. Pulling hands to tits. Giving lap dances to any willing guy or girl. Except me.

Me, also entangled. With my college whatever relationship. Who didn’t care for that ‘fucking slut’.

I just completely lacked Alicia’s fuck-all attitude. That kind of pleasure seeking freedom so enticing, but ultimately impossible. I was too nice. If only I had known what was coming. But instead, Alicia the slut became a favored masturbatory scene, something for the mind to drift to while fucking my college girl. And an oh-so subtle topic to occasionally broach with the other. As if there was some chance of that fucking happening.

But now, Alicia was in New York and I was going to her. But not only that. Nikki was going too. Some kind of wonderful miracle. Because, oh yes, accompanying Alicia that fateful night, was her never far away best friend. Another tiny little blonde angel.

Nikki always was the reluctant one. Shy as a butterfly. But completely Alicia’s creature. Inseparable and dangerously sexy. They could own a room immediately, pissing off any women in proximity. Which happened that night.

Alicia was parading Nikki around, fondling her, kissing her in front of the stunned onlookers, all gawking like some Puritanical mob. Unable to comprehend the two blonde phenoms that seemed to take so much pleasure in life. But I understood. I knew with every fiber of me. But that was where it stayed. A giant inaction.

But this was not to say there weren’t moments. A dirty dance with Alicia. Flirting with Nikki. Drunken nights, running our mouths about whatever until they hauled us all to bed. So by the end of our time together, the potential fuck had built to a crazed peak. With them both. Neither willing to be outdone.

And we were meeting in New York. I would take them dancing.

First there were drinks. Then there was music. The music owned our drunken bodies. It moved us up and down, arms and legs. It pressed us close. It put my cock against Alicia’s tight little skirt clad ass. It brought Nikki to my side, her legs on either side of my own, running her hands down my chest. It was slow then frenetic. It was booze fueled and crazy. We loved it.

But they make you go home at some point. Or we decided to go. It didn’t matter. Suddenly we were in a cab. And we laughed and touched, hands straying and staying. So it was inevitable. The Kiss.

Someone giggles, a touch lingers too long, or a finger grazes a face. The hand on a thigh tightens then rubs. Someone leans in for a whisper, and then…

Is that how those things go. Or maybe.

Without cue, Alicia kissed me. A good hard kiss. Then she kissed Nikki. cevizli escort Then Nikki kissed me. Then it was a mesh of tongues and lips.

This is how I like to remember it. Simple. Insistent. Almost desperate. A natural reaction to being with each other. And a promise of what was ahead. So breaking away from this perfect kiss, we got out of the cab.

Alicia led us up, a couple steps ahead, holding my hand, practically dragging me up the stairs. She kept turning around with these big smiles, little imploring looks, hurrying us along. Nikki was draped on me, both hands around my neck, occasionally dipping her head down against my shoulder. I was dragging her along as Alicia dragged me. We were laughing, pretty much nonsensical, congratulating ourselves on how much fun we had dancing, how after so much time apart we still did it right, fun above all else. And there was the tone, undercurrent, whatever. The Kiss. Our shared kiss in the taxi, now, The Kiss.

How did it happen? Was it the climax of our fevered dancing, or maybe for Nikki and I, the logical conclusion of the freedom one only feels on vacation in a strange city? Maybe it was the culmination of our years of friendship. A relief to the tension we had all felt back in school, when entangled in various relationships, good friends with all our various significant others, we had been unable to act on the flirtations, only to build them up in stolen moments, illicit contact, of hands and hips, or even better, the times when brazenly we touched with our legitimate partners watching, playing it off as something innocent, thinking we were so clever but fooling no one. But who was fooled now? Alicia and Nikki, their clever little tongues, light then forceful, making a promise to me. God, I was going to fuck these girls.

We were at her door now. About to enter Alicia’s apartment. Nikki clinging closer. Alicia squeezing tighter. Me, wondering what would come next, trying not to fuck this up, a slight little grin on my face, hoping that my sheer force of will would be enough strip these girls naked and propel us into bed. Then the door was open and we were inside. It was their world. I was only following their lead. I would not be the one to upset this balance.

We stumbled toward the couch, linked limbs, a drunken mass, all smiles and little flirtations, comments none too witty. “Doesn’t he have great hips Nikki? I just love his hips. With those hips, you’d almost think he knew how to dance.”

“Mmm, nice hips,” Nikki said, running her hand around my waistline, moving close, but not too close, just a little teasing.

“Hold on lady, I am a phenomenal dancer and you know it. Do you remember that guy at the club handling two chicks on the floor? Who was that again?”

“Handling? This poor boy is confused. The only thing you handle is your cock, in the dark. You’re just lucky Nikki and me took pity on you. Gave it to you half speed.”

I wasn’t even listening, just talking over her, hand up to my ear, cupped so I could pretend to hear better. “Just tell me who that guy was. Tell me who the guy was,” I kept repeating. I had apparently forgotten to be sad. These wonderful little girls.

We crashed into the couch, splaying out, the girls on either side of me. Nikki wasn’t even talking, just running one hand up and down my side, waist to shoulder, another on my back. Drunk, I was keyed in on my little argument with Alicia, ignoring Nikki’s obvious invitation.

We continued blathering, until the our little flirt was pierced with: “Johnny, I…I want to suck your cock. And then I want to fuck you.”

And what do you say to that? You don’t say a word. You just smile and remove your pants.

We both turned. Alicia was grinning, so big, and then a giggle. “You dirty little slut. I mean fuck, can’t even wait for me to leave the room.”

“I didn’t say you had to leave.”

“You kinky little girl. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were coming on to me.”

“No, when my pussy is on your face that is when I will be cumming on to you.”

Alicia and I looked at each other and laughed. Such a ridiculous line. I mean, who the fuck?

“Okay, baby doll, now you’re going to have to back that talk up.”

Alicia moved in. They kissed. I watched. Still uneasy, doing nothing to upset the balance. But then, they broke away.

“That was nice.”

“Sexy,” I said, lamely, the girls now remembering I was there. Nikki turned to me.

“Feeling left out Johnny? Well I’ll make you feel included. I’ve got just the idea. In fact, it’s something I’ve been thinking about for years.”

Her hand to my crotch. My zipper down. Button undone. Pants dropping. Boxers next. Face moving down. Her lips. Her tongue. My cock.

I met Alicia’s eyes. Pure animalistic look, lust and strength. I didn’t look away.

I reached out slowly, and then grabbed Alicia hard. Pulling her in to my body, faces together. I waited. çamlıca escort A smile, then a kiss. I had them both.

Nikki’s head bobbed slowly on my cock. Alicia’s tongue was in my mouth, darting and playing, sloppy drunk kisses and a sloppy wet blow job. I pulled away from Alicia, drawing my hand across her cheek. I leaned back into the couch, glancing down at my darling Nikki, lips now wrapped around the head of my cock, tongue teasing then lapping, driving me wild. I moved my hand to the side of Alicia’s head, no words, and softly, guided her down. My two dirty little flirts, now my cock sucking angels. Alicia stretched her legs out behind her, coming down with a little crash, just inches from Nikki’s face. Tentatively, she licked out, grazing my shaft, then bolder, licking slow and broad across my balls. Nikki must have been aware now, she attacked my cock, taking possession, claiming it. Alicia, more confident now, began nuzzling, in licking my shaft, trying to muscle Nikki out. Fighting for my cock. Too fucking good.

“Now girls, play nicely.”

Nikki left my cock for the first time in minutes, looking up, her mouth all twisted up, playing the pouty little girl. “But I had it first.”

Alicia chiming in, “And now it’s time to share bitch.” Not waiting she drove her mouth down, taking my cock to the back of her throat. Nothing subtle for her. Direct action always preferable.

She held me there, grazing the opening of her throat, a precarious moment, drawn out like a fine edge, just waiting to teeter into bliss. Seconds like hours. And then she plunged, gagging, a slight sputter, but dutifully sinking her lips to the hilt. Bottomed out, I groaned loudly, rolling back my head, reveling. Nikki crept up to her knees and started kissing my neck. She moved down, ripping the top few buttons of my shirt open, aggression very becoming my nymph. She started licking, sucking my nipple. I just let her, enjoying the sensations, making it my moment. My little beauties adoring me, unselfishly giving me pleasure. Just a moment more then time to be a gentleman. Give and take.

I pulled Nikki up, hard and close, kissing her deep, exploring that hot little mouth, languishing on her full lips, the lips that had been fastened to my cock just moments ago. Then I broke away. All the three-way fantasies started flooding my head. The lonely night jerk off fantasies, often involving these very girls. Where to start? Nikki’s cunt on my face. Alicia’s mouth on my cock.

“Nikki, stand up.” She obeyed, slowly rising, sultry and sexy. I reached for her ass, pulling her forward. There was no time for subtlety and seduction, no time to linger. Drunk, insistent. It was the exact moment I, we, had all been waiting for and I wanted it now.

I pulled her skirt down, revealing cute little boy cut cotton panties. I stroked her pussy through the panties, already moist, and I licked the length of her slit, adding my moisture to hers, before adding the panties to the skirt at her feet. She raised each of her feet in turn, slipping free of the clothing, regaining her footing. I was face to cunt. A beautiful bald little pussy, glistening with anticipation. Here was my reluctant slut. Only bold with her partner in crime. Always following Alicia in her exploits. But no more. She had started this. She waited for no cue, just took what she wanted, and in turn, given us what we all needed.

I reached behind her, grabbing that taut ass hard and firm. I could smell her, thick in the air, scrambling my simple brain. All I could think about was licking that pussy. Had almost forgotten about Alicia on my dick. But one thing at a time. I pulled Nikki to me and tongued that perfect little slit. No teasing, just unadulterated tongue in cunt. I was kneading her ass, applying pressure front and back. And then I was shoving my tongue straight up her, like I was trying to drink from her cunt. The juice flowed down my cheeks. Just pussy madness.

And then my balls began to boil. My focus returned to Alicia with renewed urgency. Drunk or not, it was time to cum in my little cock sucker’s mouth. I left Nikki’s ass and grabbed the back of Alicia’s head. I forced her down, into the throat, burying my cock. Nikki was bucking, rubbing her clit against my face. My head thrown back against the couch, she rode my tongue deep and fast, a little bounce in her hips as she fucked my tongue. Her thighs began to squeeze my head, harder, tighter. She was cumming. She was cumming and I was right behind. Nikki moaned, but quietly, like she was restraining herself, something I would have to fix later. Alicia whimpered against my cock, deep in her throat, and the sound, the vibration, something, cut me loose. I lashed her throat with ropes of cum, endless, thick, pushing further into her. I howled, but the girl pinned to my face, muffled me.

Nikki’s hips shook as orgasm left her. Alicia stayed firm against the base of my cock, balls grazing her chin. And then çakmak escort I released my hands, not moving them, just removing pressure, stroking absently through her hair. She moved up the shaft, slowly rising to the head, spending a moment there, tongue active, and then let my cock spring free. Still rock hard, sticky, wet, spent but not sated. No, far from that.

“God that looks sexy.” Alicia, speaking from somewhere down by my cock.

Nikki was collapsed forward, her breasts resting against my head, hair draped down. But then she bolted upright. I realized Alicia was far from done. She had climbed up my torso, straddling just above my cock. My tongue was still resting against Nikki’s clit and I quickly realized where Alicia’s attentions were focused.

This was my dirty little girl. The one in charge, pushing and prodding, using her sex, confident, in control. This is what I wanted, what I was waiting for. Not just me as a conduit, but all of us together in bringing each other pleasure. I needed one of the girls to push ahead. Not just to kiss or caress, but quite simply to put tongue in cunt. Head between thighs, happily lapping. This was my fantasy. This would allow me to fulfill the thousands of position that had . Two girls. Active and willing, with wild abandon, filthy, slutty, good. Thanks Alicia.

She had to be working Nikki’s ass. Maybe tongue, but probably a finger judging from Nikki’s reaction. No time for me to rest. I resumed my licking, this time focusing on the clit, time to get this girl cumming again and again.

Nikki was soon quivering, little labored moans, again trying to restrain herself. I briefly slid up from her cunt, to say, “Nikki baby, get loud.”

She obliged. The moans unrestrained, coming rapidly, loudly, filling Alicia’s apartment. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she screamed. I kept it in my mouth, moving my hands to her hips to lift her, guide her up slightly. And she complied, allowing me the clearance to get a finger in her pussy, all while keeping that clit tight in my mouth. When at last I broke, I could see Alicia’s chin from just under the cunt in my face. I imagined her working Nikki’s ass, circling her little dark hole, penetrating briefly, then circling again. I inserted my finger into her sopping pussy, and it was quickly clamped. I curled back slightly, moans turning to screams. Just moments now.

“Ohh god!” Her cries driving us on, no relenting now. Both Alicia and I determined to wreck her with orgasm. Her knees wobbled and she crashed down into my lap, her sopping pussy crashing against my cock, her hair cascading down the front of her face.

I reached up, gently massaging her breasts, while Alicia was moving her head to the small of Nikki’s back, nestling there. Nikki drooped against me, reveling in orgasmic bliss. Alicia continued her climb upward, soon looking in me in the eye, then moving in to taste my lips. The scent of Nikki was strong, the slight acrid notes of her asshole on Alicia’s tongue, in the air between our faces. Our beautiful little girl still recovering.

Alicia, remembering my cock, reached down, gripping the base, began slowly stroking my raging cock. I moaned appreciatively into Alicia’s mouth while she continued working my shaft. Nikki was stirring now, nibbling at my neck, licking up and down.

I ran my fingers through her hair, delicate, then grabbing a handful, I pulled her head back, hard, quick. She gasped, giving me a rapturous look, somewhat vacant, eye lids fluttering, soft moans emanating. Alicia left my mouth, focusing again on Nikki, a little smile spreading across her face. She stood and began to strip, leaving only panties and shoes.

With a knot of hair in my fist, I held Nikki fast, her neck straining, so exposed, so fragile. I dove into her neck, kissing, biting, running my tongue up her, devouring her. And then my cock was wet, Alicia’s mouth active again. I placed my other hand delicately on the back of Alicia’s head, pressed her chin to my balls and howled. Pure fucking madness.

Time to move. I tossed Nikki aside, her hair falling from my hand. She stretched her lithe little frame across the rest of the couch, purring slightly, running her hands from twat to tits. Alicia surfaced for air and I stood, saliva and cum spanning the gap between my cock and Alicia’s lips.

To Alicia, “Look at her. Already spent, and it’s not even her bedtime. I think we’ll have to wake her up.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Alicia darling. Why don’t you sit on her face?”

“Mmm, sounds nice. But only if you fuck her tight little cunt.”

Nikki, giggled, stretching, contorting, loving the attention. Alicia approached, a sexy little strut, and then a full mount, sliding her thong clad pussy over Nikki’s eager tongue. I paused a moment to revel in the sight of a gorgeous girl licking cunt before guiding my cock to the entrance of Nikki’s pussy. And then, pressing in, the familiar clamping feeling, tight but elastic, warm and wet. Cunt.

I slowly fucked her, long laborious strokes, staving off the inevitable thrashing I would give her. Alicia was awkwardly removing her panties, removing any barriers between her and Nikki’s sweet mouth. A sexy little black thong was thrown over my face, the unmistakable smell of sex thick in my nostrils, and Alicia once again had a tongue in her slit.

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Three friends. Best friends. School teachers with the summer off. North Carolina, hotter than Hades. Charlene, with an old family tie to the slender islands known as the Outer Banks, found a beach house to rent, through a friend of a friend. A four bedroom though they’d only need three, the three friends all bringing their husbands, of course. The house is just a few miles from Cape Hatteras lighthouse, and a nice beach walk to the Pier.

“I’m going to burn off some pounds walking,” Charlene said to Vanessa and Kendra, the three-way phone call connecting their girlishly sparkle-colored iPhones.

“Oh, yeah, that’ll be nice,” Vanessa said. “We can all burn some calories, with the ocean to look at.”

“And men,” said Kendra. “There’ll be lots of beach-body hotties there, I’ll bet.”

“More like dad-body hotties, but that’s not so bad,” Charlene said. “There was a silver fox walking the beach when Gunner and I drove over last week. He was as hot as an old guy gets.”

Kendra chuckled. “How old was he?”

“Fifties. Sixty, maybe. He was slim, and tan, with a short grey beard and wavy grey hair. Yeah, I woulda done him.”

Vanessa and Kendra laughed, and Charlene giggled like she does. The girls, as they call themselves, can go off on giggling tangents about good looking men at the drop of a hat, so much so that they have to watch themselves at school, in the teacher’s lounge, where caffeine-fueled conversation flows easily.

They’d become a three girl clique because they’re youngish and childless. Youngish as in thirties, although Kendra and her husband Calvin are the pups of the group at twenty-nine. Sweethearts since they were kids, she and Calvin had survived college apart, a long stint of working in different states, and now are together again, married for the last three years.

Calvin plays softball with Vanessa’s husband Zeke, and Zeke hunts with Charlene’s husband Gunner. Calvin’s not a hunter. He says a black man should never enter the woods in North Carolina during hunting season. Gunner says he’s right, even though it saddens him to think that his home state is still such an intolerant place when it comes to race. As far as Gunner is concerned, Calvin and Kendra are good people, simple as that. Color is something you pick out at the paint store, not something that distinguishes a friend.

Zeke thinks so, too. He’s a displaced Northerner who ended up in Raleigh for work. He met Vanessa in a dusty antique store one fateful day. Gunner and Charlene met in a similar way, though it was at an antique gun show and she was with a redneck boyfriend who was way less than the marrying kind. So clueless was he, he didn’t even notice the love-at-first-sight look in Gunner’s eyes when Gunner slipped Charlene a business card. Gunner’s Firearms and War Antiques was emblazoned on it, and Gunner’s own personal phone number was written on the back. He and Charlene were married a year later.

And so the six of them had decided to vacation together, a week at a beach house. It was a first, all six of them together like that, with overnights involved. The closest they had come to something similar was afternoon pool parties at each others houses, parties that occasionally stretched into the evening. The first was the jittery one, with nervousness about showing bodies in swimwear, but that had quickly normalized. Charlene remains the most self-conscious. “Gunner wanted me to buy a bikini to take, so I found one, and bought it,” she said to Vanessa and Kendra, there on that threeway phone call. “I’m sure I won’t wear it. I hope he forgets about it.”

“Why?” Kendra said. “Girl, you look as good as anybody. There isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t say you’re cute.”

“If I can wear one, you can,” Vanessa said. “Kendra’s the only one with a bikini body, but do you see that stopping me?”

“Hey, if your fat’s not all rolled up like the Michelin Man, you’re good,” Kendra said, chuckling. “You girls have nice curves. That’s all a man looks at.”

“Damn right,” Vanessa said. “When we get there I’m putting on my bikini and finding that silver fox. I want to take a walk with him.”

The girls all laughed. Their minds all pictured a sun-stroked beach, and a tanned, handsome man.

—

Charlene decided that the bikini Gunner had made her buy was a maybe. She would maybe wear it one time on their vacation, if the stars aligned in a perfect way, with few people on the beach, or maybe none but her own comfortable group, with Vanessa and Kendra wearing theirs. If it did happen, she needed to be prepared, meaning a suntan all around her middle, so she worked at it for two weeks before the trip, in her backyard, in private.

Gunner caught her at it one day, when he came home earlier than she’d expected, him saying “Damn, hun, you look good all sweaty.”

Charlene, lying on her back in the strong sun, propped herself up on her elbows. “What are you doing home so early?”

“That guy came and bought all that şerifali escort Civil War stuff, so I closed up,” Gunner said. “We should celebrate.”

And so they did, right there by the pool in their private, surrounded-by-woods backyard. Stripped naked, sweating in the sun-stroked North Carolina heat, they fucked three different ways and Charlene came twice. Gunner loves the way she orgasms — loud and proud, always giggling, always smiling.

—

After she’d tanned her middle, at home, Charlene didn’t wear the bikini again until the last day of the vacation. The week at the nice beach house had gone by in a flash — days of suntanning, walking, exploring the lighthouse and swimming. In the evenings there was homemade pizza, restaurant dinners, and even a night of dancing out at hole-in-the-wall bar, to the sounds of a loud, old-fashioned jukebox that was filled with classic rock and oldies. In the late evenings the three couples watched Netflix movies on the TV, sipping wine and beer. Lots and lots of wine and beer. Sunny mornings worked off mild — and not so mild — hangovers, walking the beach and swimming in the new day’s surf. It had been the perfect vacation, full of good cheer, friends getting along, lots of laughter.

“I can’t believe how fast this went,” Vanessa said, walking the beach with her two best girlfriends on that last full day. “I don’t want to go home tomorrow. Think the landlord will give us another week?”

“This place is booked solid,” Charlene said. “We were lucky to get this week.”

She and Vanessa and Kendra all fell silent as they walked. The gentle, rhythmic whoosh of the surf hypnotized them, as it does, and their minds played back the memories of the dreamlike week. Charlene, proud of herself for finally working up to that day’s unveiling of her first-ever bikini, found that her own dreamlike remembrances were stuck in a loop — it was the quiet, muffled sounds of her friends having sex that, for the moment at least, was most memorable. They were surprising sounds that she’d never anticipated. That kind of new, voyeuristic intimacy hadn’t even crossed her mind before the trip, although she realized it probably should have, what with three youngish, healthy, happy couples, all sleeping in small bedrooms clustered around a small upstairs hallway. There will be sex, she now realized, and the quiet, dreamy, sexy sounds of it echoed in her mind.

Vanessa, and especially Kendra, didn’t think much about it. Kendra had expected it, thought of it as normal, and Vanessa, after just the first night, went with the flow and let her inner teenager out, the one who never cared much about conventions. It was part of why she had found the week so relaxing. It was a true get-away, and the sexual dormitory feel of the late nights was a nice little thrill. Over the last few years the girls had talked about their sex lives some, so, for all of them, hearing the audible proof of their friends’ healthy marriages was nothing but good, and secretly exciting.

But it was far from the week’s only sexy aspect. The girls in their swimsuits, putting on suntan lotion in the sun; the guys in their swim trunks, emerging from the ocean glistening wet. Conversations had turned sexy many times. And the movie choices had gotten more and more romantic and sexy, with quite a bit of nudity that kept eyes open wide while the popcorn was eaten.

The final evening together, after a delicious restaurant dinner, proved to be unique. “Is it warm in here?” Charlene asked, after returning to the house. Everyone took a turn looking at the digital thermostat, and the guys had a look at the indoor and outdoor portions of the air-conditioning system. A phone call was made, to the landlord. He called back with the unfortunate news — on the warmest of the week’s nights, the A/C was out of commission until morning.

“There’s ceiling fans in all the rooms, you guys, and the sea breeze,” Kendra said. “Let’s just open up all the windows. It’ll be old-fashioned.”

Vanessa announced she was going swimming, a nighttime swim to cool off, and the others agreed it was a good idea. It began a night of lounging around in swimwear, the coolest clothing option to wear in the warm house, the girls all in bikinis, the guys all shirtless in their swim trunks. Charlene was proud of herself, a bikini girl with a wine glass in hand, standing in the brightly lit kitchen with the others, her hair towel-dried but damp from the nice swim. That was when Zeke, looking a bit timid, tossed down the wildcard.

“You guys said there’d be a DVD player here, so…I brought this.” He tossed a slim DVD box onto the kitchen table.

“Oh my God!” Vanessa said to her husband. “You brought that?”

“You know that one,” he said. “It’s one of those old classics. It’s pretty mild compared to…”

Kendra smiled. “You two watch porn together? That’s so nice! I love that. Calvin, honey, we should do that.”

“Yeah, şile escort I’m good with that,” Calvin said, nodding happily.

“Real…porn porn?” Charlene asked, picking up the DVD box to have a look at it. “Wow, that’s some seriously big hair on that girl.”

“It’s from the 70s,” Zeke said, glad that everyone looked at least somewhat intrigued by it. “It’s a real classic.”

“Are we…watching it?” Charlene asked, placing it on the table again, slowly, as if it was fragile. No one answered right away, but some shoulders were shrugged.

“I wouldn’t mind,” said Kendra.

“Now there’s a surprise,” Vanessa said mockingly.

Gunner looked intrigued. “Why do you say that?”

Charlene hooked her arm around his, pulling herself in tight against her husband’s bare skin. “Because she’s always horny.”

The characterization of his wife made Calvin smile. “You mean it shows, even at school? Why am I not surprised,” he chuckled.

“Hey!” Kendra said, her brown face blushing. “I’m not a slut or anything. Why are you telling these guys this stuff?” Her eyes, shyer than they’d been all week, glanced at Gunner and Zeke.

“We’re not worried about it,” Gunner said, his blue eyes twinkling. He gulped a mouthful of beer, swallowing it down his throat.

“Let’s fire it up,” Vanessa said, picking up the DVD box, holding a glass of red wine in her other hand, as usual. “It’s our last movie night. Might as well make it hilarious, right?”

A general agreement happened, somewhat subdued and shyly quiet. A few minutes ago Kendra would have yelled Hell yeah!, but instead she stood quietly as her blush faded. Her embarrassment faded, too, replaced by a coy little smile.

‘Firing it up’ was also a subdued, quiet affair, as couples took their seats together in their usual places — Gunner and Charlene at one end of the big couch, Calvin and Kendra on the loveseat. Vanessa, sitting herself down next to Charlene on the couch, left room for Zeke to join her. Her eyes stayed on him as he placed the shiny DVD in the player’s drawer. The TV, already on, showed a blank blue screen before flickering to life.

“Ah, the perfect cheesy saxophone music,” Charlene said, smiling, and then, “Jesus! Ten seconds in and they’re already…”

“Zeke! You dog!” Kendra said. “So much for this being a mild old classic! That girl knows how to suck a cock! “

The gang fell into an uncomfortable silence, listening to the plaintive saxophone, watching a first-class blowjob.

“This is before Viagra,” Zeke said. “Some of the guys in these old ones are…”

“…like half-cooked noodles,” Vanessa said. “This guys not one of them.”

“No sir,” Kendra said. “He’s a happy boy. Big and hard.”

Soft chuckles fluttered in the warm air, air that moved with the spin of the big ceiling fan. The smell of damp hair and damp swimsuits swirled in it, a sensory trigger that seemed to compliment the wet, glistening, slightly noisy blowjob on the TV screen.

In the newly exciting real life of the too-warm living room, the women’s eyes glanced at their mens’ crotches, first at their own husband’s and then, more covertly, at the others. All of the men seemed to have more of a lump under their swim trunks than they did before. Vanessa made the first move, sliding her hand to the very top of Zeke’s thigh, with her pinky and the finger with her wedding ring on it playing ever so slightly with the leading edge of the lump from Zeke’s growing erection. Zeke, excited by his wife’s playfulness, knew there was no turning back, at least from a visual standpoint. He was growing, and growing fast, and in mere moments there would be no missing the big lump, if anyone cared to look.

Of course everyone cared to look, to see, to judge the situation, the escalation. There wasn’t a person present who wasn’t thrilled by the goings-on, but all were silent, pretending it was just another movie night.

And then, on the TV screen, the blowjob ended and the fucking began, for no reason, with no storyline or plot to call for it. The man and the young woman were naked now, fucking, with her on top. The view was from between the man’s knees — a squared-up, steady-held camera shot of relaxed-looking balls, a big cock fucking a wet pussy, a cute little feminine ass and asshole.

“Damn,” said Kendra, her eyes glued to the action. Emboldened by Vanessa’s teasing finger play, Kendra went bolder, her hand finding the entirety of Calvin’s big lump. “Somebody’s liking it,” she said as her eyes met his. “Damn, honey. You’re gonna get me all worked up.”

Calvin smiled. He wanted to kiss his beautiful wife Kendra, but he knew if he did he might not be able to stop. So he sat there with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity in his mind as he turned his attention back to the screen, his peripheral vision as active as ever before, noticing all three wives tentatively and silently playing with suadiye escort their husband’s hard lumps.

Charlene wondered what Kendra ‘all worked up’ would look like. She loved Kendra’s free spirit when it came to gossiping about sex, and some of Kendra’s nighttime sex noises that week, muffled but unmistakable, had been nothing but deeply erotic and lovely.

The sex position on the TV screen changed to girl-on-top sixty-nine. It happened in a quick movement, and Vanessa let out a moaning, breathy “Ohhh fuuuck” when she saw it, a quiet exclamation that she would rather have kept inaudible. Zeke’s hard cock, sheathed by the fabric of his swimming trunks, filled her unmoving, fisted hand.

“What year is this?” Charlene asked, thinking that normal conversation might take the temperature in the room down a few degrees.

“1976, I think,” Zeke said.

“That’s the year I was born!” Charlene said. “They were doing this way back then?”

Kendra smiled. “Sure. Sixty-nine is nothing new. Are you thinking about your mother and father?”

“Gross!” chuckled Charlene.

“I gotta say, they’re good looking,” Vanessa said, gently massaging Zeke’s lumped crotch. “Some porn actors don’t do it for me, but these two are definitely hot. Good pick, baby, although I still can’t believe you brought it.”

The sixty-nine scene, beautifully filmed, proved worthy of the ‘classic’ designation that Zeke said the movie had earned. Long, lingering camera shots, a pure soundtrack of nothing but the couple’s noises, nicely judged close-ups of tongue on pussy, and mouth on cock.

After a few minutes of it, Kendra said, “Okay, this is just crazy hot. I can’t just sit here. You guys won’t mind, will you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she untied the bright white cord at the waist of Calvin’s swimming trunks. With a ripping noise that seemed amplified, she pulled apart the velcro that held the fly shut. Calvin’s hard cock was there, naked and fully out, unrestrained by the mesh lining that’s inside some men’s swimsuits. Blacker of skin than the rest of his body, his big cock was soon halfway inside Kendra’s quietly moaning mouth. Shock silenced the others, their eyes there, on the live blowjob, not on the action on screen.

Charlene knew she should protest, saying Kendra, what the fuck! or something along those lines, but she also wanted to take it all in, to watch her sexiest friend’s technique, not to mention keeping eyes on Calvin’s nice hard man-meat for a few moments more. It was a conundrum, but a very hot one, one that had her thoughts ricocheting like a bullet all around the room. There was the ongoing hot as hell sixty-nine on the TV screen, and Kendra’s live-and-in-person blowjob, and Vanessa’s sneaky hand, now inside Zeke’s swimsuit. Gunner was the odd man out, his cock obviously hard, lumping his swimsuit noticeably. Charlene looked at him and shook her head. It wasn’t a No! Stop this! shake of the head, it was more of a disbelief, a shake of the head that said Can you believe this?

Gunner could believe it. He’d had the fantasy, as soon as the trip was announced a month ago, and many times since then. He just hoped his sweet, somewhat self-conscious wife Charlene would go with the flow and let things take their natural course.

Just moments later, Zeke’s cock was let out to play. Vanessa had done it, with Zeke’s help; his swimsuit pushed down onto his thighs, his lily-white hips and ass bare on the couch cushion, his moan quiet but masculine when Vanessa commenced her own version of a blowjob.

Charlene leaned her head close to Gunner’s, her eyes wide and curious, her mouth just inches from his. “Are we doing this?” she whispered.

Gunner answered with a push of his hands on the waistband of his swimming trunks, pushing them down, releasing the full length of his hardness. The slowly moving air from the ceiling fan felt heavenly on it, and Charlene’s hand felt even better.

Three women — and a fourth on the TV screen — make wonderful communal noises when sucking cocks. Three happy men — and a fourth — make moans that thrill those women. It’s the kind of thing that easily goes out of control, and Kendra let herself go there. With her man’s cock in her mouth, she reached her free hand behind her back, releasing the clasp of her bikini top. The brown-skinned heft of her lovely black-nippled tits hung freely, and Calvin reached for them.

The couple on the TV were suddenly louder, the man fucking the young woman doggy style, his energetic torso repeatedly slapping, with a steady rhythm, against her smooth, beautifully curved ass. She let her happiness out in lovely, musical ways.

None of the three men in the room wanted to cum, because it might have started a slowing, an ending, but, due to the high heat of the moment, theirs was hard-fought stamina. Kendra’s bare tits, or more accurately, her near nudity in just her little, cheeky bikini bottom, was doing just the opposite of cooling the men’s minds.

And then Vanessa was topless, too, her breasts as milky white as whipped cream, nearly luminous as compared to the deep tan on the rest of her. It was that contrast, that glow, that drew all of the men’s eyes. The fleshy plumpness of her tits, and the bullet-shaped hardness of the tips of her nipples, kept those eyes entranced.

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I’m in my late twenties, now, and I’m married, for the second time. But when my wife isn’t around, I still like to masturbate. I think my masturbation habit developed after my divorce, when I didn’t get to fuck as regularly as I like.

When I play with my cock I usually think about having sex with women. As I stroke and fondle my penis I think about sucking erect nipples and licking wet pussies and about having my cock sucked by horny nude sluts. I make myself have an orgasm by thinking about sticking my penis into wet, ready vaginas, fucking like a goat until I made my imaginary nasty naked girls cum.

But a funny thing happened to me after that divorce. Ever since then, when I jack off I find myself thinking about having sex with men. While I fantasize about sliding my penis into a warm, slippery cunt, suddenly the thought of sucking a hard cock at the same time comes up, and I get really, really aroused. Sometimes I work my finger up into my anus while I masturbate. I imagine myself fucking a guy in the asshole, playing with his erect, throbbing cock. In my fantasy a naked girl watches us and plays with her clit and gives me her pussy to lick. Masturbation daydreams like this make me so horny that I often orgasm right then and there, squirting hot, thick, white cum all over my bed or the shower.

And a while ago, shortly after the divorce, I met a couple who made these dreams come true.

I met them running in the park. I just happened to be running behind this couple on the trail, and they really caught my eye. They were obviously experienced runners. It showed; her butt was tight and sweet under her cute little shorts. I slowed down to run behind them so I could watch her ass crack switch back and forth under the tight, smooth cloth. The cheeks of her round, hard little butt pumped and flexed as she ran. There was just enough fat on her ass that her ass cheeks jiggled a little with each step. My ex-wife had an ass like that. I thought about my ex-wife’s ass. I wondered if this girl’s ass, naked, looked like my ex-wife’s ass, naked. I started getting an erection as I ran.

Then those new tendencies popped up. I started to notice that the guy’s butt was nice, too. I found myself thinking nasty thoughts about his asshole and penis. I wondered if he was wearing a jock strap or if his cock was bouncing as he ran. My erection stirred as I watched the two of them move.

I ran up alongside them. She had blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing little blue running shorts and a tight white sleeveless T-shirt over a sports bra. Her round, full breasts bounced just deliciously when she ran. She had bigger tits than my ex-wife. I couldn’t help but stare. She smiled at me. She seemed to like having her tits looked at.

I struck up a conversation, which continued throughout the run. She kept smiling over at me as we talked. She had big brown eyes. A friend of mine once called the look a girl gives you when she wants you “the Fuck Look”. All through the run she kept giving me the Fuck Look.

He was a nice looking guy, very smiley and buff. They told me right away that they were married, but with as she kept looking at me with those hot eyes, I started to wonder what their relationship really was. When we got to the end of the run they invited me over to their place for dinner.

When I got to their apartment she answered the door in a bathrobe. Her hair was wet. She told me she had just showered. I pictured her naked in the shower, and my cock throbbed a little. Her husband came in, and we shook hands and said “hi”.

Dinner was delicious: some kind of chicken with rice, with a sort of chocolate mousse pie for desert. They had a great red wine, and we all drank a lot of it.. During dinner she kept giving me the Fuck Look. Her robe was open enough that I could see the full swell of her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t help but stare. Every time she caught me looking at her tits, she smiled. With the Fuck Smile. Her eyes smoldered with lust. I kept looking at her husband, but he didn’t notice or didn’t care.

After dinner we went into their living room. We sat around and drank wine and talked. She was still in her bathrobe. The way she sat curled up on the sofa made the robe ride up off her legs, and I could see a little sliver of her ass. Then she moved in a way that caused the robe to fall open in the front. I could see most of one breast, soft and full and round. I even saw the edge of her pinkish brown nipple. She was obviously completely naked under the robe. My cock was stiff in my pants.

We were all getting a little drunk. The conversation turned to sex. She told a dirty joke about King Kong’s penis. I told another penis joke, then her husband did too. We all began joking and talking about fucking and sucking and tits and pussies and cocks and assholes.

She told me they had a porn collection, and she asked me if I liked porn. I said “yes”, of course. She asked me if I wanted to see some of it. “Yes, please.” What else? I couldn’t wait.

Her husband brought out some DVDs küçükbakkalköy escort and put one in. It was an orgy movie, with about twenty naked men and women fingering and licking and sucking and fucking each other in every way possible. Girls were eating each other’s cunts and sucking each other’s tits and getting fucked in every hole by multiple men. Men were wildly fucking the girls’ pussies and mouths and asses and sucking each other’s cocks and licking and fingering and fucking each other’s assholes. Naked, writhing men and women were fucking and sucking and masturbating each other to orgasm all over the place.

I was sitting next to her on the couch while we watched the porn. Her husband was on the her other side. I could feel the heat of her body through our clothes. Her breathing was getting harder and harder. She put her hand on my thigh and began softly stroking my leg as we watched.

A scene came up in the movie where a girl was getting fucked in the asshole. She was on her knees, masturbating herself as some guys took turns sodomizing her. Her fingers were rubbing and penetrating her wet pussy while stiff, bulging penises plunged in and out of her red, stretched anus. She was squirming and bucking with pleasure, wildly humping the hard cocks that went up her ass. Her naked body was glistening with the sweat of sexual excitement.

“Do you guys ever do that?” I asked, jokingly. “Every day,” she said, giggling. “Usually three or four times,” he said. We all laughed.

Then the camera in the video panned to two men making love to each other. They were sixty-nining, sucking each other’s hard dicks. Then one guy climbed on top of the other and lowered his asshole down over the other guy’s stiff prick. First his erect penis was waving around as he humped his asshole on the other guy’s cock, then the other guy began to masturbate him, stroking his penis as they fucked.

“Do you ever do that?” she asked. “I’d like to,” I said. “I would too.” he said. “I’d like to watch,” she murmered. My heart was beating hard.

She was panting softly now, her body moving against me in a steady, sensual rhythm. As we watched the people fuck, she began stroking my leg, higher and higher, until she was softly bumping her hand against the tip of my erection through my pants. I glanced over at them. Her husband had his hand under her robe between her legs. It looked like he was rubbing her there in rhythm with the movements of her pelvis. He was finger-fucking her pussy right there in front of me. And she was enjoying it. Her hand was stroking right across the head of my penis by this time. She masturbated me through my pants with one hand. Then she slipped her other hand into her robe and began playing with her breast and nipple under the soft cloth.

Her husband slid her bathrobe off her other breast. He leaned over and started sucking it, squeezing it and kissing her nipple. She was moaning softly. She leaned up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her tongue slid deep into my mouth, and mine into hers. We licked each other’s tongues. She slid the rest of her bathrobe off her tit and put my hand against her big, soft, full breast. As I caressed and squeezed her nipple she leaned back and a shudder of ecstasy ran through her. Her husband’s hand was working her under the bathrobe, stroking and fondling her vagina.

She suddenly got up and shifted her position, lowering herself onto her husband’s lap. “Oh, oh, oh my God!” she moaned. I hadn’t noticed until now that his pants were around his ankles. His penis was naked. She had just sat on his cock. She began fucking herself on him, moving her body up and down on his penis, gasping and moaning. His hand was between her legs, stroking her clitoris as they fucked. Her robe had fallen off both of her tits. They were gloriously naked, round and soft and full. Her nipples were stiff with excitement. She was caressing herself, squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipples.

I got up and slid off my pants. My erect dick was throbbing with excitement. I moved over and brushed the tip of my cock against her face. She immediately took my penis in her hand, opened her mouth wide, and slid her warm, moist lips over the head of my dick. She stroked my dick head with her tongue and lips, looking up at me, her eyes half closed with sexual excitement.. She took my penis out of her mouth for a moment and said, with a soft smile, Yum.”

She wiggled her bathrobe all the way off. Totally naked, her body glistening with the sweat of her sexual heat, she began to stroke and suck my erect dick in rhythm with her fucking.

Her husband was masturbating her steadily as she worked her pussy up and down on his cock. She moaned and panted harder and harder. She was sucking my penis so hard it almost hurt. Then she took my prick out of her mouth again and looked up at me pleadingly.

“Lick me, please,” she said softly, her voice thick and heavy with sex.

I got down on my knees in front of them moda escort and looked at his big, throbbing cock sliding in and out of her wet, naked pussy. His penis was dripping with her vaginal secretions. Her cunt was quivering and spasming with pleasure as he fucked it. It looked so delicious! I had to taste it. I buried my face in her wet crotch and rubbed my lips and tongue against their genitals. I licked her pussy lips and his hard penis shaft and her swollen, excited clitoris. Her vagina was hot and fragrant and dripping. Her clitoris felt electric against my tongue. His penis and her cunt lips and her hot, erect, clit throbbed and pulsed against my lips and mouth and face. I rubbed my hard cock against her leg as I licked and kissed and tasted their sex organs.

Suddenly she shouted and writhed. “Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh my God!” She jerked and spasmed as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. Her pussy suddenly became very wet against my face. I licked harder and she shrieked with pleasure, then pulled my face away. Then, a moment later, she pushed my mouth back into her crotch. Her husband was still fucking her steadily. I licked her to another orgasm and she moaned and spasmed again and pulled me away. When she pushed my face back into her crotch I began licking her again, but her husband’s penis slipped out of her quivering vagina and right into my mouth. I loved it! I moved my lips over the hot head of his penis, then took his cock deep into my mouth. She was moving her hips feverishly, gasping and whining with excitement, trying to find his penis as I sucked it. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and pushed it back into her vagina with my lips. She let out a little cry of pleasure and began fucking again.

Together we worked her clit and pussy to several more orgasms. Every now and then, as he fucked her and I licked her, he’d let his penis slip out into my mouth and I’d suck his cock for a little while before putting it back into her vagina.

Her orgasms were getting softer and softer. Then he grunted and moaned. I felt his testicles tighten against my face. I felt his penis throb hard and his hips quivered under my hands. His cock and her pussy became very wet against my mouth, and I smelled and tasted the unmistakeable yeasty, saltiness of sperm. His cum ran out of her orgasming pussy, down his cock and onto my face and mouth and tongue. And as I licked up his orgasm, she came again, harder than she had all night. She screamed with pleasure. Her pussy clenched and spasmed and her sex juice oozed out of her vagina to mingle with his sperm in my mouth.

They humped and squirmed against each other for a little while as I licked them. Then his cock got softer and softer, and their movements got gentler and gentler until finally they lay still together and his wet, limp penis slipped out of her. I wasn’t licking them now. I just watched them. Snuggled naked against each other, they kind of sank down in a heap on the couch and fell sound asleep.

I looked at them and softly fondled my dick. They looked so pretty, so cute, somehow, tangled naked together asleep like. The only problem was, I hadn’t had an orgasm yet. My penis was hard as rock and I was horny as hell. I went into the kitchen and got some chicken and pie and a glass of wine. I liked walking around their apartment naked, with an erection.

The TV was still on. The DVD player had been on all this time, but the porn movie had long since run out, and the movie intro was playing and re-playing on the screen. I found the remote by the couch, turned the sound down, and searched the scenes until I found the one we had been watching when we started to fuck. I sat down in front of the couch, pushed play, and as I watched the people fuck I ate and masturbated. After I finished the food and wine I just masturbated.

After a while I heard the couple stir. She stretched and got up to go to the bathroom. She stroked my shoulders as she walked by me, and looked down at my cock. “Nice.” she said.

I heard her take a shower. When she came back she sat down beside me. She smelled good. Her hair was up in a towel, but the rest of her was naked.

“It seems like a waste,” she said, “A nice, hard penis like that, all alone.” She leaned into my lap and took my cock in her mouth. Her stiff, tingling nipples brushed against my leg as she sucked me.

She played with my dick. I heard him get up and go to the bathroom. He took a shower too. Then he came back, naked also, his cock very erect. She was kneeling on all fours, sucking my dick. He knelt down behind her and slid his penis up into her pussy from behind.

He fucked her for a while. It was distracting her from sucking my cock. She kept stopping to have little sex spasms. Finally she turned around to him and said, “Bring that thing over here.” He pulled his prick out of her. He came and straddled my legs. I was laying down by this time. He rubbed the tip of his penis against the head of my cock. Then he took both of our penises in his ağva escort hands and masurbated himself against my dick, squeezing and caressing our erections together. His penis was dripping wet with her sex juice. Mine was wet with her spit. Our slippery cocks rubbed against each other deliciously as he jacked us off. She licked and kissed our dick heads as he fondled them. Then she lifted her ass up over us and lowered her wet cunt onto our penises. She tried to get both of them into her pussy at once, but her vagina was too small, and she finally satisfied herself with rubbing her clit and pussy lips against the heads of our cocks. Every now and then the head of one of our penises would pop into her cunt and she would cry out with pleasure and we would all laugh.

Finally she stopped. “I want to watch you fuck.” she whispered, looking back and forth from her husband to me. She looked at me, then at her husband. “He really does love sex with men sometimes,” she said. My heart leapt, and my cock got suddenly even stiffer.

We all stood up. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He walked in behind us. He stroked my butt as he followed, squeezing my butt cheek and running his fingers up and down the crack of my ass.

They had a big king sized double bed. She by the bed and stood facing us, so sweetly naked. She stroked her body up and down, caressing her big breasts and pressing her fingers into her wet slit. Her tits were so tasty looking; full and round; her big, stiff nipples were sticking out with excitement.

I glanced at his cock. It was was standing up stiff. Mine was throbbing, it was so hard. I couldn’t resist her nipples. I reached out and gently took them between my fingers and played with them, squeezing and pinching and pulling them. She smiled and kissed me, rubbing and pressing my erect dick.

Then she turned to him. She took his penis in her hand and pressed it. He kissed her, squeezing and caressing her naked breasts and ass, and she kissed him back. It was so delicious to see their nude bodies together. Then she kissed down his body, rubbing her tits against him, until she got to his cock. She nuzzled his erect penis for a minute, then took the head of it in her mouth. She knelt in front of him. Her hand was between her legs. She masturbated as she sucked his cock. Then she reached up between his legs and stroked his testicles and ass. At one point he gasped, as she slid her finger in and out of his asshole while she sucked him. I was masturbating too.

She stood up, took his hand, and put it against her pussy. As he stroked her wet cunt, she leaned over and whispered something to him. He laid down on the bed, smiling, and opened his legs. His cock was completely erect; red and throbbing. The veins were standing out on the sides of his penis, and his dick head was swollen and shiny with erection. She climbed on top of him and lowered her vagina onto his face. She laid down on his body and worked her cunt against his mouth. As she rubbed her nipples against his belly, she took the head of his penis in her mouth, reached around his ass, and pulled his butt cheeks apart. She had moistened his asshole with her her sex juice, and it was wrinkled and shiny and open and wet.

Suddenly she sat up and looked at me with a smile. “You need to be lubricated,” she said. She turned and bent over and pressed her ass against my hard cock. Her cunt lips pushed out between her butt cheeks. She worked her wet vagina against my penis until my cock slid up into her. She moaned with delight. Her pussy was warm and soft and slippery. She twitched and gasped, and her cunt contracted in spasms around my dick.

She gasped. “OK,” she said, “That’s enough. Your turn.” She scrambled back onto the bed beside her husband and began playing with herself.

I knew what she wanted me to do. I lowered myself over his naked body and pressed the head of my cock against his anus. He moaned and pushed himself against me. I pressed gently, then harder, until the head of my penis slid slowly up into his ass. His rectum was warm and soft and wet and very tight against my excited penis. I penetrated all the way into his rectum, then drew my penis out, then in again, building up a steady fucking rhythm. He was squirming and moaning with delight. She was kneeling on beside us on the bed, rubbing her clit as she watched us. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it as I fucked. I pumped his hot asshole harder and harder, until his body was shaking and twitching with excitement.

Suddenly she jumped up and pushed my hand away and sat on him. She slid her vagina down over his penis and began working herself up and down on his cock. She was masturbating herself as she fucked. I could feel her fingers working against her clitoris while I pushed my dick into his hot, tasty little ass over and over again.

Then he moaned: “Oh, shit! Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum right now!” Suddenly his asshole contracted and spasmed against my cock. I felt his testicles move and his penis stiffen as he squirted his orgasm into her. She screamed out, “Oh God! Oh God!”, and her body shook and twisted. She cried out again and again as she wildly pressed and stroked and masturbated her clit. I felt my orgasm gathering in my testicles, then my balls and cock and ass filled with the sweetest sexual pleasure and I squirted stream after stream of sperm deep up into his hot rectum.

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Author’s Note:

This is the eighth Harper Valley recollection. So as not to compromise any reader’s potential enjoyment of the concluding episodes (of which there are twenty-one in total) only a further four chapters or so will be published on Literotica.

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‘Death by pleasure.’ It’s an interesting concept and at the rate we’re all going, an eventuality just this side of imminent! We return now to the “Dome” and the sequence of events that concluded an afternoon where fantasies even, took a back seat to the real-time activities shortly to be played out.

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Reluctantly having to vacate Brianna’s extremely cosy little bed with my equally cosy little blonde companion, we dressed and headed back to the marquee. Barely had I walked through the flap when Kylie saw me and almost took me out with a flying bear-hug.

“Do you know what they want us to do dad?” she gushed exuberantly.

“Yeah, I know sweetheart,” I replied, “That’s what I came to talk to you about – where’s your sister?”

I gave Michelle a light pat on the bottom, mouthed a quick “Thank you sweetie, we’ll continue with this later,” and pointed out another group of girls that seemed to be trying to get her attention. Jenna disentangled herself from a couple of her friends – Brianna being one of them, and joined her sister beside me. At least everyone was dressed!

“Well kids,” I said, “I guess this is really your call. Do you know what the rules are and what could happen to you? Remember, I’ve been through this with Brianna…it can get pretty rough.”

Damn it….I think their eyes lit up!

“Now cut that out both of you,” I whispered, “You’re just getting way too frisky!” They looked suitably chastened. “Now, for half an hour – and believe me, that can seem quite a stretch, you have to do everything you’re asked…..without question. I’ll be there to make sure no-one crosses any lines but that’s all. I can’t be responsible for what you’re asked to do – you understand that?”

Even as I spoke, I was being subjected mentally to the most way-out scenarios – most of which would need to be censored even on this site.

Following a quick huddle, the jury handed in its unanimous verdict in record time. “It’s OK dad, we want to do it,” said Kylie, “So long as you’re there the whole half-hour.”

“Oh, you can count on that sweetheart,” I replied.

I summoned Jerry and Warwick and confirmed their active participation. Never seen two guys smile so much! That done, everyone was issued numbered cards as before and it was a case of “Let the voting begin.” Quite obviously the “hot twins” pulled in just about everyone’s number one preference. Second choice was Susie’s super-sexy little daughter Tanya – no surprise there either, but when Larissa’s name was read-out after further counting – my heart sank.

Even as her name was called out, Larissa looked across to me from where she was standing alongside her father – saw my crestfallen face I imagine, and then shook her pretty head, signifying she did not want to be selected. The general body-language in the marquee suggested a lot of disappointed fathers. She came straight over to me then and I could have hugged her. What am I saying? I did hug her.

“What made you do that Larissa?” I asked her. Her answer was all I needed to hear…. “You!”

‘Kinda a double standard’ I was thinking to myself. I don’t mind seeing my own daughters stripped naked and played-with, yet I couldn’t bear the thought of another girl – one not even related to me – being touched by anyone now. I realised at the same time…I didn’t really want her going to any more parties either, although I did not dare vocalise those thoughts. How selfish was that when you think about it?

A fourth quite small dark-haired girl…Cathy I think her name, was Larissa’s replacement and was she cute? Just eighteen evidently, the hotpants and perky little breasts alone would ensure a session and a half. For someone. Tragedy was, I wouldn’t be there to see it – not to mention Tanya’s debut performance.

The girls got to vote for their six men next. A condition of Kylie and Jenna’s selection was that I go with them as an ‘observer’…but they had the option of six others. George and Jerry made the list as well as Brad and three other men I had not been introduced to. Warwick was fuming, although not for long…Tanya picked him! Lucky SOB.

Larissa kissed me and said “Go with your daughters now, they’ll be fine with you there.” Damn it, I figure they’d have been fine in any situation.

The girls were given five minutes each in the powder-room first. Hair teased up again, skirts and tops all smoothed down and that essential turn-on – a reapplication of lip gloss and then the nine of us headed off for Warwick’s bedroom, the largest room in the house so I heard and with our contingent, we would be needing it. I held both Jenna and Kylie’s hands as we ascended the stairs. The anticipation was killing me. I would guarantee fenerbahçe escort six pairs of eyes were fixed on the girl’s rear ends as they ascended the stairs and wouldn’t they have known that?

They were right – it would have to be the largest room in most any house! Warwick must obviously spend a lot of time in it! One enormous King-size bed took center stage, with another room – either one colossal walk-in ‘robe or a secondary tiny bedroom – depending on how you view it, off to the left. The en-suite was as large as most people’s main bedroom. We could have held a party in there! The two girls giggled as they were ushered in to the room. Their adrenaline must have been on active stand-by.

Last guy in, his name was Steven, shut the door behind him. The girls looked around anxiously, probably grateful for the other’s company right at that moment. George I noticed was looking at Jenna much as I looked at Larissa. Guess he was thinking much the same too….the bastard!

An uncomfortable silence was broken by Mal, the father so I found out, of young Cathy in the next door bedroom. God, what must have been going through his mind?

“C’mon girls,” he said…..show us your tits? It might not have been either that creative or original a line but hell……it’s what everyone was thinking!

Jenna looked at Kylie and blushed….neither of them moved.

“Ya gotta comply girls,” Jerry reminded them.

Kylie stood her ground on that small rug near the bed and began pulling her top off. Jenna, right alongside her, did the same. Both had hot little bra’s on – Jenna’s light blue and Kylie’s black, to match her g-string. Even seeing them together like that was soo damned hot. As one, they pulled their bra straps down their arms giggling nervously. Almost identical in size, they exposed their nipples slowly as the men ogled them.

“Take your bras right off girls,” ordered Steve, one hand already heading south towards an evidently impressive erection beneath his pants. Obediently both girls reached behind their backs and unhooking the clasp, allowed the bras to fall to the floor. Instinctively they covered themselves.

“Sorry kids…no covering up,” Steve continued. “Show us your tits please…hands behind your backs.”

How hot did they look like that? Lovely curvy little hips, narrow shoulders and shivering slightly from a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

“Very cute girls,” said Jerry, “You are both extremely pretty as I’m sure you know. Now, both of you go over to the edge of the bed there and bend over it with your hands on the edge of the quilt. Now, you are not to move from that position whatever we do OK?”

Nodding, they reluctantly took up the positions asked. Almost identical hot little bottoms given sudden prominence, with more than a hint of undies peeking out from their taut hemlines.

George took the offensive and leading the cavalry, delivered a perfectly placed spank across Kylie’s fully upturned bum. She squealed at the contact, joined seconds later by Jenna as Steven delivered the same deal to her rear end. This was her second spanking of the day and I knew she could take lots of it. Just as well….she got lots of it! All six men took turns spanking them a few times as the girls let forth with “ouches,” “goshes,” and “that hurts.” To their credit though, they maintained their highly vulnerable positions throughout, despite the fact that almost every man took the opportunity to grope their heaving young breasts as they received their punishment.

Standing back and admiring their handiwork…..the tops of both girls legs were quite red from a few stray spanks, the sound of heavy breathing all round was interrupted by Mal telling Kylie, “Pull your sister’s panties down now please sweetie, lets see her bottom.”

Both girls gasped and Steve had himself well unzipped. A man always prepared I’d say.

Kneeling behind her sister, Kylie took hold of her knickers and gingerly pulled them down. She even unstrapped her shoes when getting them off. Seeing Jenna suddenly bare foot and with the lower half of her naked bottom peeking out from her tight skirt was arousing stuff – be assured. Jerry walked up to her and began fondling her bare rear-end rather lewdly. Jenna seemed to like it.

Mal however was on a roll…….”Ok Kylie, now take her skirt off…get your sister naked for us.”

Have you the slightest conception of just how hot a cute eighteen year old girl looks being completely stripped by her topless nineteen year old sister? No, I didn’t think you did! I had no idea either! It was all I could do to maintain my position on the far wall refereeing operations. If either girl had seen the erection I had closeted up there, I think they might have been over!

As Kylie unzipped her sister’s skirt and pulled it off her, Jenna was left totally nude in front of six men. Well actually, better make that riva escort seven, including me. It was all too much for George, he just grabbed her and pulled her to him and began kissing her. Brad, who had been rather inactive up to now, moved right up behind her and with his hands on her hips, began kissing her neck passionately. Within seconds his hands slipped down to cupping her bum and at that second, Jenna turned her head and smiled at him….George I could see, had his hands on both her breasts and was rubbing them. Steve was rubbing other things…and quite effectively so, judging by the degree of effort he was putting into it.

Wayne, the sixth participant, dropped to his knees alongside the other two and began to actively rub Jenna’s pussy. He found himself sharing that little hot-spot with George who obviously figured she needed servicing top and bottom.

Meanwhile, Jerry, Brad and Mal were relieving Kylie of her skirt, shoes and g-string so she too was naked within seconds. These three with obviously an eye for comfort, manoeuvered her to the bed and pushing her on her back, Mal had her legs apart in seconds. With Jerry volunteering for breast duty, Brad extricated his cock and simply shoved it into her, fucking her with little finesse but plenty of passion. They had her gasping and panting in less time than it takes to write out a parking ticket.

At this juncture, the other three had Jenna flat on the carpet and George was happily trudging down nostalgia avenue as with her legs spread arousingly wide, he began fucking her senseless while Steve knelt alongside and brought off his first spray of the afternoon. Exactly where it landed I couldn’t see, but given how much more was to follow, it doesn’t really matter.

Mal replaced Brad and Wayne took over from George after he had Jenna crying out in passion before filling her to the hilt. I could barely stand it. By the time Jerry and Steve had taken their turns, both girls were looking decidedly “used” but far from expended.

Wayne sobered us all up. “Jenna,” he said, “Get on the bed with your sister and suck her tits.” Kylie gasped this time but as Jenna climbed up beside her, she made no attempt to dissuade her younger sister from her course. Kneeling beside Kylie, Jenna simply inclined her head to her breasts and began nuzzling and sucking her. Both girls were lost in their own little world as everyone moved up for a closer look. So natural and wondrously hot was it, I wondered if they had actually done this to each other at home in their own bedrooms. I found myself wishing that they had! Kylie was moaning with pleasure and as both girls began rubbing and fingering each other’s pussy, life was really good there for a while.

Writhing about as they were center-quilt, more than one observer wanked a stream of cum across whichever bottom or shoulder was the nearest at that particular moment, while others called out such intimate suggestions as “Make her cum Kylie,” or “Fuck her harder Jenna.” They were so damn compliant!

How much time had elapsed I had no idea but the clock was ticking. The men swapped girls, then as happened with Brianna, Jerry, Brad and Mal pulled Jenna into the huge bed and Steve, Wayne and George dragged Kylie to the little ante-room where a single bed was waiting. Jerry, ever the smart one, took up central position with Jenna on top of him by the looks of it, the other two either side. In the other bed, tight as it must have been, George appeared to be fucking Kylie as she lay face-down on top of him while the other two took their pleasures with whatever they could reach.

It was a re-enactment of my hottest fantasies…both daughters being multiply fucked and fondled while I watched – well sort of. From the far room, Kylie was crying out as Wayne, now beneath her in the center of the bed, was fucking her without mercy. One can only guess what the other two were doing to her beneath the blankets.

“Have these girls ever sucked cock?” said Brad suddenly…”I’d really like to have Jenna do that to me.” I gulped…..Oh! not that! Has God no mercy? Kylie was dragged in from the other room, fingermarks evident all over her breasts and streaks of cum in the naughtiest of places.

In less time than it took to undress them in the first place, both girls were made to kneel on the main bed right alongside each other. Jerry knelt down in front of Kylie holding his erection just inches from her face, Brad grabbed Jenna’s hair and pulled her head down towards his cock. Both girls took hold of the erections confronting them and began sucking for all they were worth. Having walked over to the bed, I had to extricate my own erection and commence a program of relief in view of the tableau in my midst. Mal obviously mesmerised by Jenna’s hot little bottom virtually jiggling in his face as she sucked and wanked Brad, got on the bed behind her and slipped his cock easily up into her pussy. This had the effect samandıra escort of engaging hyperdrive as she sucked Brad harder and began moaning as he thrust up into her. Steve saw no reason not to make equal use of Kylie’s unattended rear end and kneeling behind her, he too embarked on a course of intense vaginal therapy. The other two simply began rubbing and pulling whichever tits were within reach.

The entire bed was alive with sexual passion. Brad was the first to unravel and jetted one hell of a stream of sticky white goo into Jenna’s mouth. That which she failed to swallow, he left on her face as a reminder of what can happen when you are a hot little teenage tease. Mal had his own little party, jerking like a marionette as he ploughed Jennas hot little cunt (disgusting terminology I realise, but at that second…what else could you call it?). Excess cum, he left as a calling card, dripping over her bottom cheeks.

Jerry meanwhile had relined Kylie’s throat while Steve had cum for the nth time as far up her pussy as he was able to penetrate. In a moment of understandable excitement he had what looked like his cock pressing up hard against Kylie’s bum, his red-hot intentions obvious, but she wriggled and briefly turned around to verbally deny him that most forbidden of entries. As he persisted, I was forced to remind him, “My daughter said no Steve!” So fascinated with the mass activity had I been, attention to my own personal crisis had been delayed and now I was forced to call time-out.

Someone announced “ten minutes left.”

Jerry’s suggestion of “Lets fuck them in the shower?” met with universal approval, and in any event, they couldn’t go downstairs looking like they did.

Now, Warwick had one doozey of a shower-recess it should be made clear. Well able to hold four or five people in a pinch, excuse the pun. Kylie was bundled-in under the steaming water first with Jerry, Wayne and Mal. Myself, Jenna and the other three remained outside with an uninterrupted view of all active participants.

As they began soaping-up Kylie between them, Jerry attending to her breasts, Wayne having lots of fun slipping the soap up between her legs and Mal making sure she had the cleanest little bottom in the State, Jenna shivered – I was holding her against me. Completely unrelieved of course, the sight of her hot little naked breasts jiggling in front of me was just making things worse. She looked up at me and whispered. “I wish you’d made love to me dad!” (Neither of them use the “f” word except when taken to the heights of passion. Then, in Jenna’s case it seems to flow like honey)

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” I told her, “Soon as I get you both home…it’s gonna be very messy!” She giggled and held on to me, eyes back now on her sister’s progress.

You wouldn’t think you can do too much with a girl under a shower in five minutes….you’d be wrong. Kylie was fucked standing up, face to the glass (damn was that hot!) up against the tiles while two of them held her, even on her knees beneath the cascading water. They had their moneys-worth let’s say. I’m not saying they all came in her…I doubt collectively they had enough left to cum in a goldfish! But she got it every which way.

Fortunately, towels were not in short supply. One presumes Warwick had planned for such an eventuality. As Kylie was dragged out, I wrapped her in a huge bathrobe and held her to me. She just looked up at me and whispered “Do you still love me dad?” I didn’t even bother answering that one. Just kissed her hard in reply!

Jenna meanwhile, was being pulled beneath the shower by the other three, all of whom were now quite obviously naked. I had a momentary sighting of Steve’s cock, the first clear view I’d had of it….it was a monster. They took her much the same route. George was rather tenderly soaping her breasts (He’s quite besotted with Jenna’s nipples I’ve noticed) while Brad was kneeling in front of her and from what I can see, was preferring to clean her pussy with his tongue rather than anything else. Steve took up the rear so to speak and I couldn’t really see what he was doing, but I have the strongest of suspicions he was using the soap to facilitate digital entry in a very naughty spot. Jenna didn’t seem to mind, although so taken-up was she in kissing George and the sensations being afforded her young body, I hardly think she would have minded anything much.

With the seconds ticking down, all three began fucking her quickly. George had her kneeling on the tiles, Brad with her back up against the glass. God, how hot did her little bum look squashed up there as he thrust into her? Steve closed-out the show having the other two hold her up fully suspended, her legs pulled wide apart while he got that outsize cock into her with seemingly little trouble. Even above the noise of the water, I could hear Jenna almost screaming-out for him to fuck her harder. Steve didn’t disappoint and even through the steam I saw him jerk like crazy as he came in her…God knows what with.

Kylie had herself pretty much dry by this stage except for her hair and no sooner had they turned the shower off, than we all heard the bell sound. I wrapped Jenna in a large towel and I have to say, though clean as all hell, she was looking the worse for wear…although smiling still…the cheeky little slut!

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This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Dedicated to the memory of all spies and agents of the USA and her Allies who have given their lives in the service and cause of Freedom.

Part 8 – Winter’s Silence

Laura just looked forward as Molotov’s gun slowly arced down, almost feeling the intense silence of the black and white woods. This was it, she thought to herself, and she steeled herself to show no fear and to die with honor.

Molotov was chuckling to himself as the gun sights came to the top of Laura’s head. The years of being the butt of jokes at being the reason for the Iron Crowbar’s nickname was about to be avenged—

*WHOOSH!*

Molotov blinked as the blade of the katana flashed downwards in front of his eyes. Next he was seeing the stump of his wrist. His hand with the pistol in it were now on the ground. As the excruciating pain shot up his arm, Molotov looked up at the man who was standing beside them, and the last thing he saw was…

… the gray eyes of the Iron Crowbar.

I’d taken off my mask, then reached over my shoulder and brought the katana flying over my head and then straight down, easily slicing through Molotov’s wrist. As he looked up, I was already swinging the katana again as hard as I could, this time sideways.

*SWOOSH!*

The blade caught Molotov right in the left side of his neck and sliced through with surprising ease. As Molotov’s head toppled down to the earth, a huge fountain of blood sprayed straight up.

So forceful was my blow that the sword continued on and caught Molotov’s shoulder. It again sliced through, severing his right arm from the rest of his body. At the same time, Molotov’s loyal men were being carved up by some of the eight men with swords or long knives, their bodies joining their boss’s on the snow-covered forest floor.

Melina tore off her mask and came up to Laura. “Laura!” she gasped as she removed her sister’s manacles. “Are you okay?”

“I… I will be.” Laura managed to gasp, barely comprehending what had happened. Melina hugged her, then tried to help her up. “Get the memory sticks!” Laura gasped. Melina went and extracted them from Sergei’s coat pocket as others rushed up and wrapped a coat around Laura’s shivering body.

“Misaki-sama!” I called out as I wiped down my katana with the special oiled cloth before sheathing it, “may I invite your men with swords to test their blades. It will be a good omen for them.”

This was the first kill with the Crowbar Katana; I had now blooded my sword. Ergo, my calling for this tradition. Misaki fully understood.

“Hai, Crowbar-san.” said Masaki. He gave the instructions in Japanese.

“You okay?” I asked as I sheathed the Crowbar Katana and went over to Laura. She nodded that she was. I was going to pick up my wife, but four men came up.

“Please, Sire, allow us.” one of them said. “We are trained in the four-man carry.” They interlocked their arms and I helped get Laura seated on them. We formed a line and began to move out.

As we left, all the men with swords tested their blades by slicing into Sergei Molotov’s body. By the time they were done, he was cut to ribbons. As we left that place, the black and white landscape was finally splotched with patches of color… the crimson of blood.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

We hurried along through the woods. Melina was behind Laura’s group; I was right in front of it. Melina was still in shock, not only at everything that had happened, but at Misaki’s men calling the Iron Crowbar ‘Sire’. That bespoke incredible influence, Melina realized. Has Don really gone that far up the ladder?

When Melina had come out of the building, she thought she was captured. Then I took off my mask, as did Todd and Teddy Franklin, and she realized she was among friends here to rescue Laura. I whispered to her the plan for her to put on a mask and hide, then Todd fired a couple of shots down the road as if we were shooting at Melina. The ‘small black mass’ was the body of one of Sergei’s eight men, whom we had intercepted and exterminated with extreme prejudice. The ruse worked. And as we had left the compound, eight people had turned into nine people… Melina had fallen in back without being noticed.

Back in the present, we were trudging along until we came to a road. Going left (and west) along it for about 200 yards, we came upon several concealed cars. Everyone got into them. I kayışdağı escort was in the backseat of the next-to-last car with Laura. Melina got in the front seat. The driver was Teddy Franklin, Todd Burke’s associate.

Todd was in the car behind us. I wasn’t sure who any of the others were, besides Misaki and his eldest son.

“You okay?” I asked Laura. She nodded.

“Everything is so sharp, so clear…” she said. She was in that trance like I had been in after the helicopter crash. I knew her senses were on a higher plane right now; she had expected to die and had prepared her mind and soul for it, then been given the last-second reprieve.

“Tell me what you see.” I said, to get her to focus on this moment, even to enjoy it if that were possible.

“I see the snowflakes.” Laura whispered. “Their patterns… There’s a bird in that tree up ahead.” I could barely see the bird she was pointing out, and would’ve missed it. She then took my hand. “Your hand is warm. I feel your pulse in your fingers. Thank you for saving me.”

“My honor and pleasure.” I said, taking her hand in both of mine.

“We’re not out of the woods yet.” said Teddy Franklin, pun not intended, I’m sure. “We have a fence and a checkpoint up ahead.”

We didn’t need to worry. When we got there, we were waved through. Then the ‘guards’ got into the last car after closing the gate. They were Misaki’s men.

We drove for several miles along the road, hoping to not see any police vehicles of the country we were in. We were fortunate, and arrived at an obscure gate on side road. Going through it, we drove though a thick line of trees and came out on the back side of an airport.

It was not just any airport. It was a NATO military base, I realized. Military planes were taking off in the distance as our convoy drove up to a hanger, where four military transport planes were parked.

As we all got out, Melina pointed and said “There’s our plane.” She began going towards it.

“No, I’d rather take this one.” I said, pointing to the one on the far left. The back cargo ramp of this plane was opening up…

… and out popped the Deputy Director of the FBI. Someone had to be providing us adult supervision, I silently joked to myself.

As we approached, two medics came out of the plane with a gurney. Misaki’s men put Laura on the gurney and the medics took her into the plane. As they did, one of Misaki’s black-clad, masked people came up to me. It was obvious from her hips, ass, and the large breasts straining against the fabric of her black pullover sweater that she was a woman. She reached out and handed me something: the two memory sticks.

Melina saw the sticks and was stunned. Her pocket had been picked by that person! But she was not the most stunned person at the moment. I was looking into the eyes of the masked woman, who I originally thought was Misaki’s daughter. But she was not… and I knew who she was.

I was looking at Teresa Croyle.

Needless to say, my face was a mask of stunned surprise, and something nearing anger. Why Teresa was here so soon after her being wounded and having had surgery, I did not understand. Teresa looked right back into my eyes, underscoring her will power to be here and part of this team.

“Great job, Don!” said the DepDirector. “Misaki-san, I am very grateful to you and your men.”

“It was our pleasure to be of service to the Iron Crowbar.” said Misaki. “And to defeat the plans of those who sent Dr. Fredricson to be so ignominiously killed.”

“Yes.” said the DepDirector. “Okay, everyone aboard. Let’s get out of here.” Even Melina got on our plane, leaving the CIA’s plane behind.

*BOOM!*

“What was that?” asked Melina as the sound echoed through the air.

“Oh,” I said, “that would be an errant round from one of the NATO jet fighters on a live-fire exercise. It’s possible I activated the homing signal device in Laura’s backpack just as we left. I suspect that facility looks more like a hole in the ground now.”

“That was another good thought you had.” said the DepDirector.

The ramp closed up and the plane began to taxi out. Laura was being examined by an onboard doctor; this C-141 was actually a medical transport aircraft.

“Doctor,” I said, pointing at Teresa, “give this person a thorough examination, also. She had surgery less than three weeks ago, and I am not amused that she thinks she can go running around halfway around the world, even if it is a rescue mission of her doctor.”

Teresa had taken off her mask, and Laura gasped when she saw her. “You didn’t think I’d just stay behind and let you die here, did you Doctor?” Teresa asked Laura. My wife just smiled.

“You are a brave woman.” Laura said. “But your boss is right: Doctor, please check her out.”

Part 9 – The Flight Home

We landed at Rammstein Air Base near Wiesbaden, Germany to pick up some wounded Marines that were being sent home. kaynarca escort The front of the plane was curtained off so that they could not see Laura or the rest of our group, but after we had taken off again, I went aft to speak with them.

“Sir,” said one of them, “aren’t you the Iron Crowbar guy who gave that speech we saw on Youtube?”

“Yeah, you’re the guy who didn’t let them get away with murdering Gunny Guernica!” said another Marine. “I knew him. Thank you for what you did for him, sir.”

“It was my honor to do so.” I said. “And I’m proud of all of you Marines, and I thank you for your service.” I talked with them for a few more moments, hearing of their being wounded in Afghanistan, then the nurses told me I needed to let them get some sleep. I wished them all well, then returned to the front section of the plane.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“So you don’t trust me?” Melina asked as she watched me give the DepDirector the memory sticks. He was already transferring the data to FBI Headquarters by satellite linkup, and they’d be sharing the data with the CIA… after making arrests of double agents.

“I trust you fine.” I said. “But I trust the FBI Deputy Director a lot more. Also, it’s some of the people you’re working for that I don’t trust. Sending my wife on this suicide mission is just one example. And there was no way in hell I would’ve let my wife or myself step onto that plane the CIA sent for us. We’d all be dead by now… ‘accidentally’ shot right out of the sky over the Atlantic.”

Melina was still pissed that her pocket had been picked of those sticks. She’d watched me carefully, but I’d never gotten near her. She’d failed to notice Teresa.

“How did you even know about any of this?” Melina asked as we watched the DepDirector at work at the console. “I know Laura would not have told you.”

“She didn’t.” I said. “But I cannot allow the CIA to think they are dealing with an Agency of the Weak Minded, now can I?” The DepDirector had overheard us, and was chuckling at that one.

“Your sister.” Melina said, with sudden understanding. “Your sister Elizabeth. It had to start with her.” I could see she was beginning to put the threads together.

“Oh, what a tangled web we weave…” I said in the form of a quotation. “I just hope you aren’t being caught up in it.”

“How would that be?” Melina asked.

“I think that’s a conversation for me to have with my sister.” said a voice. I looked up to see Laura standing there.

“Honey, are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine.” Laura said. “Come along, Melina. We have some things to talk about.” Melina got up and went with Laura into the other compartment of the plane. The words ‘come-to-Jesus meeting’ flashed in my head…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I stood before Takaki Misaki and all his men and women, and bowed formally to them.

“I am grateful to all of you.” I said. “I cannot thank you enough for the service and the assistance you have given me.”

Misaki stood up and bowed back. “It has been our honor, Crowbar-san. You have shown yourself to be a man of the highest integrity, a man who understands the meaning of honor. This is the least we can do to repay past favors, as well as honor the alliance and friendship that we have forged.” With that, he invited me to sit down next to him. This would be considered an honor, especially as I was armed with the Crowbar Katana in his presence.

“So, just how did you come to understand what was happening?” said Misaki.

“You and your people got a lot of it out of the assassin JACKAL.” I said. “He was hired to kill me as insurance, very expensive insurance, so that I would not interfere in their plans that my wife’s last mission for the CIA would be a terminal one. They also don’t want me figuring out what their plans are to cause racial tensions to boil over into open warfare. On that, they are too late; I have long past seen through that plan.”

“Good.” said the DepDirector, who had come in. “So you’re ready to help us destroy Superior Bloodlines once and for all?”

“Yes sir,” I said, “as I promised I would. But Mr. Director, Superior Bloodlines is not our only problem, and may not even be our biggest problem.”

“I understand.” said the DepDirector. I peered at him; I did not think he truly did understand…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“She’s fine, Commander.” said the Army doctor, a female Lieutenant Colonel. She had just examined Teresa. “Your wife also checked on her. Captain Croyle did not do any damage to her wounded areas, but she’s tired out and I’m giving her an IV for dehydration. We’ll check again before we land to make sure there is no internal bleeding.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” I said. I went up to Teresa, who was lying on a gurney that was locked in place. “Wow, the things you do to get out of desk duty, huh?”

Teresa smiled wanly. “Did you know I was part of Misaki-sama’s group, kızıltoprak escort sir? You act like you’re not surprised.”

“I wasn’t totally sure.” I said. “But I was not surprised, either. You’ve been training with Todd for years now, and your Aikido skills are probably better than mine. I realized it for sure when you met us at the airport and asked to see the Crowbar Katana… which no one had mentioned yet. So you had to have known about it before I flew to Japan to receive it, and that means you had to be part of their clan to know that was going to happen.”

“I guess we’ll find out about the Aikido during the Police Boxing Matches.” Teresa said, her eyes glinting.

“Yes, we shall see.” I said. “Why do I feel lucky right now that I have input into the brackets?”

“Set those brackets up right, sir!” Teresa said. “And make sure my path crosses Cindy’s.”

“I will do that.” I said. “You just prepare yourself for your chemo…”

Part 10 – The Final Journey Home

We landed at Andrews AFB (now called Joint Base Andrews). We were transported to a hospital facility near Langley that is not known to the Public. There, Laura was and better treated for her injuries. She also talked with fellow psychiatrists about what she had gone through.

I noticed a few people go into and out of a room a couple of doors down, and I’d recognized them. I went down and took a look, and then came back and got Laura.

“Laura, are you able to get dressed and come with me?” I asked.

“Why?” she asked.

“Just… do, please.” I said. Laura got dressed and I led her to the other room. She went inside and I followed.

Lying on the bed, with monitor hookups to the side, was an old woman. We were just in time. The woman was dying, and it did not take my mother’s powers of observation to see that she did not have long left. Laura gasped when she saw the woman… whom she’d named our daughter after.

Laura stepped up to the bed. The old woman opened her eyes, and when she saw who was there, she smiled a radiant smile of pure joy that let me know that this once was a very beautiful woman.

Laura!” she said, the happiness in her whispery voice filling the room. “You made it! You survived!”

“I told you I’d come see you again.” Laura said, trying to smile herself.

“I know… but I thought the next time I saw you, you’d be greeting me in whatever place we go to after this one.” the old woman said. “Oh, Laura, I’m so happy to see you! You made it! But… how?”

“The Iron Crowbar, of course.” Laura said. “He came after me. And he won. He always wins.”

“Mmm, he’s a good man.” said the old woman. “You make sure to care for that man, and treat him right… and raise his children right… I once had a husband… he was also a good, good man… he was an Agent, like us. He was out of fieldwork, we were going to settle down, have children… then he went on a very routine mission to one of our Eastern European embassies.”

“What we did not know,” the old woman continued, her voice weak but resolute, “was that the traitor Aldrich Ames had given his name with so many others to the KGB. They kidnapped him off the street… and they executed him. One of those stars in the wall is for him.” She was referring to the wall in CIA Headquarters where a star was embedded for every Agent that had died in the service of the CIA.

“I’m sorry.” Laura said sympathetically.

“It’s okay, dear.” the old woman said. “I’ll be seeing him shortly. Oh, Laura, I am so happy you survived… this is no longer our Agency, what we loved for all those years.”

“It will be again.” Laura said. “We’re cleaning it up.”

The old woman nodded. “That doesn’t matter now. Just let me… look into your eyes, my dear girl…”

Laura nodded, matching the woman’s gaze into her eyes, seeing the happiness there. Then, after a long moment, Laura realized that the old woman’s eyes were no longer seeing. The light behind them was dimming, then it finally flickered out.

An American Patriot, whose love of her country was such that she gave up her life, her family, and indeed her very name in its service, was now in a place where spies were not needed, and there were no secrets to be kept.

Laura closed the old woman’s eyes as nurses came into the room in response to the flatline tone of the heart monitor. I took Laura into my arms and eased her towards the small sofa against the wall on the other side of the room, and sat her down with me. My wife collapsed into me and began crying as I held her to me,. She was crying for the loss of the woman who was the only mother she’d ever known, and for a lot more as well. We stayed there for a long time as she let it all out…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Monday, January 16th. I was in the office of the Deputy Director of the FBI at 6:00am. Laura was at CIA Headquarters. Today was her retirement ceremony.

“The amount of information she brought us is staggering.” said the DepDirector. “We’ve already made 33 arrests of double agents here in this country, and seven overseas. In addition, we’ll be expelling 12 Russian agents, and monitoring a few others.”

“Good.” I said. “I’m just glad she’s getting out. The Company has some deep, deep problems, and with Laura retiring and the ‘old mother’ having passed on, it’s not going to get any better.”

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In my story “Poolside Posers” I described the nude swim and sex romp in our hotel on the first day of the graduates induction course our company sent me, my colleague Tony, and two girls, blonde Babs and brunette Lucy on at our site in Germany. Readers have been asking what happened the next two days.

The four of us spent the whole of the next day in mind numbing meetings in a stuffy windowless room in our company office. For me, and I guess Tony, the boredom was relieved only by re-living the memory of sex with Babs and Lucy the night before, and ogling Babs’ and Lucy’s legs, tight business skirts and the curves of their boob clinging blouses, hoping no one noticed my suit trousers bulging as I thought of the things I would like to do with them.

After a team dinner, our day of meetings finally ended and a taxi took us back late to our hotel. We all went up to Babs’ room. We unwound drinking beers and watching the hotel TV porn channel. Tony was on the swivel executive chair, I sprawled in the big black wide armed leather armchair, and Babs and Lucy were seated on the big double bed with their tights off and their legs folded up treating us to peeps of the gussets of their panties between their bare legs.

“It was so hot in that meeting room,” said Babs. “Boy do I need a shower.”

I was about to stupidly open my mouth and suggest that we’d better leave and let Babs take her shower when Lucy spoke.

“Me too. Can I join you?” The girls looked at each other and grinned, then Lucy continued. “And how about you too, boys? That shower’s big enough for the four of us.”

The shower was like a big walk in wet room partitioned off from the rest of the bath room by a glass panel.

“Oooohh!” Cried Babs in mock astonishment. “Lucy! You’ve got a mind like a sewer!” But the grin growing on Babs’ face showed that she had a mind like a sewer too! “I’m up for it! Come on boys!”

Neither Tony or I said anything in reply but the looks on our faces must have told her that we agreed the shower was just right for a foursome too! Babs slid off the bed, stood, fumbled with the clasp and zip of her tight blue pin striped business skirt and let her skirt drop. While she hung her skirt over the back of the swivel chair, bending over to show us her white satin thong, Lucy took her blouse off to display her big breasts nestling in the lace edged cups of her black bra.

“Come on boys!” Lucy laughed as she dropped her skirt to show her brief black panties matching her bra.

Tony and I quickly followed the girls’ example but the girls were nude first whilst Tony was in his boxers and I was just in my pouch style briefs. The girls stood watching us with big grins, purring with approval and giggling with excitement as we slipped off our undies and showed them a pair of half erect but rapidly rising penises swinging from our hairy balls. Then the four of us stepped into the shower.

Lucy had been right. The walk in shower certainly was big enough for the four of us. Babs turned the control and sensuously warm water cascaded over us. In an instant our naked bodies, Babs’ long blonde hair, Lucy’s neat curls and her dark pubic hair were glistening wet and water was trickling over the girls’ big bouncing breasts and down their cleavage, dripping from their peaking pink nipples and running down Tony’s smooth bronzed six pack and my hairy chest. Tony’s and my cocks swung up hard erect, nearly eighteen inches of erect penis between the two of us! Babs turned her attention to me, and Lucy took on Tony.

“Mmmmmm!” Babs purred as she ran her fingers through my chest hair, standing so close in front of me under the cascading water that her nipples brushed my chest and my penis head prodded her between her belly button and smooth shaven slit, “I love hairy chests!”

But the shower was also deliciously cramped harem escort enough that we couldn’t move without our wet naked bodies constantly brushing and pressing against each other. The head of my hard up cock poked and slid across Babs’ and Lucy’s soft wet bottoms and up the wet valleys between their bum cheeks, over their thighs, their fronts just below their belly buttons and through Lucy’s soft wet bush. Babs’ and Lucy’s breasts brushed against my hairy chest, my arms and my back, and against each other’s naked breasts. I couldn’t help noticing how the girls enjoyed it when their breasts rubbed together!

As you’d expect, my hands roamed over two smooth round female bottoms and two pairs of breasts, over female thighs, through Lucy’s wet bush and over Babs’ smooth sex mound, and between female thighs from the front and from behind, while female hands roamed over my chest, my backside and my straining sex kit!

Also as Tony and I unavoidably brushed and pressed against each other, our stiff penises collided and our shafts and penis heads rubbed together each other in brief “sword fights.” I must admit I found the experience of Tony’s stiff penis against mine extremely erotic! Memories came back to me of my days at boys school, naked with other boys in the communal showers after sports. Getting an erection had been taboo, but inevitably one boy got one and seeing it every boy’s including mine would be up hard and soon there’d be a forest of erections sticking up from our bushes of young pubic hair, and in those showers crammed full of naked boys “accidental” contacts between hard up penises were surprisingly common!

I spent ages soaping and lathering Babs. I’d wanted a good long feel of her delicious big round bouncers for ages. She leaned back against the glass wall thrusting her big soft breasts up and out for my hands to soap them and then for my tongue to lick the suds off. She bent over with her legs wide and her glistening wet smooth bottom toward me for me to slide my hand between her spread thighs to soap her bottom, her bum crack, her pussy and the backs of her thighs. She stood with her legs wide for me to lather her mile long legs and her smooth shaven sex mound before I crouched down in front of her to lick the suds off her vagina lips. I made sure I got the tip of my tongue between her lips. Babs’ hips trembled, she thrust her pussy forward against my face, and above the sound of the shower I heard her cry out, telling me my tongue was doing a thorough job!

Babs gave me just the same treatment! I stood leaning back against the shower wall thrusting my penis forward, and Babs squatted down in front of me. Before she licked the soap off my hairy balls and my by now almost vertically erect penis she flicked my so sensitive shaft and knob with her nipples. I nearly jerked over her boobs there and then! As well as licking every trace of soap off my shaft and balls, she took the lust swollen, so sensitive head of my cock into her mouth, sucked it and massaged it with her tongue. I was straining for all I was worth not to jerk my load into her mouth, sure that there would be more and better to come.

Finally Babs’ lips slid off my knob, leaving my cock rock hard on the brink of squirting its load, and she stood there with the water running down her glistening wet naked body. Tony and Lucy had been up to much the same as Babs and me, and Tony was bending over with his hands against the glass wall with his legs wide, water cascading over his bum, and with Lucy standing behind him with her hand between his spread legs stroking his arse and fondling his balls and shaft from behind. His cock looked every bit as rock hard erect as mine.

“These boys’ cocks look stiff enough to snap,” Babs laughed. “I’m sure I can hear them creaking. I think we kalamış escort need to do something about it. Don’t you too Lucy?”

Without waiting for Lucy’s reply, Babs took me by the hand and led me out of the wet room.

“You’ve always fancied my tits, haven’t you?” Babs said with a mischievous smile. Babs hadn’t missed my lustful looks at her tight tops and blouses and the way my hands had hungrily explored her boobs in the shower. I’d had my eyes on Babs’ big round melons from the day I first cast eyes on her, and I’d masturbated enough times imagining them. “Do you want to fuck me between them?” she continued.

The toilet was nearby, and again without waiting my reply Babs sat on it, spread her legs, leaned back and held her big melons up squeezed together. She’d taken one of the little bottles of moisturising cream from the shelf on the wall of the wet room and she poured it into her cleavage. I moved in ready to slide my straining shaft between Babs’ boobs, but before I tit-fucked her there was time for more foreplay. Babs’ nipples were up with arousal, sticking out like little deep pink corks and well lubed with the cream. She gasped with pleasure as I crouched down and licked her nipples, flicked them with my thumbs, then stood and tickled them and circled them with the head of my penis.

I heard a grunt to the side of me and looking through the glass wall I saw Tony standing with his bum pressed back against the glass, shoving his erect cock forward, with Lucy kneeling in front of him. His cock was almost touching her lips. She was tickling him between his spread legs and over his balls with her fingers and her tongue was darting out to flick the big round head of his penis. Every time she licked his knob Tony grunted and juddered. Having teased him, Lucy’s lips slid slowly over Tony’s knob and down the length of his shaft till her nose was touching his pubic hair, then she took hold of his thighs and began to methodically slide her lips up and down Tony’s shaft.

I left Tony to get it from Lucy and I got in position for mine! I stood between Babs’ legs and slid my shaft up between her breasts as she squeezed them together until the head of my penis stuck out of her cleavage. Babs reached under her breasts and tickled my balls with her fingertip and bent her head down and treated my knob to an exquisite lick and suck.

I had a quick glance at Tony and Lucy. Lucy’s pendulous breasts were swinging with the rhythm of her body rocking as her lips slid full length up and down Tony’s shaft. As her lips pleasured his shaft her fingers tickled his balls and her cheeks dimpled as she sucked him. Tony was running his fingers over Lucy’s bare shoulders and through her wet hair.

I treated my hungry cock to long rhythmic full length thrusts of my shaft between Babs’ cream lubed breasts, with the pink-purple tip of my penis peeping out between her boobs at the top of each stroke. My hairy belly was rubbing against Babs’ taut aroused nipples with each thrust as I tit-fucked her. I well knew that when girls are really aroused they can come to orgasm just by stimulating their nipples, and my belly was certainly doing that for Babs! She was soon panting, gasping, moaning and quivering with hot arousal. Babs’ tight warm cleavage felt just like a girl’s vagina, and after what felt like ages of sex pleasure my steel hard penis sliding up and down squeezed between her soft, smooth well lubed breasts my cum jerked its load between her boobs. I pushed Babs backward with my last thrust, my knob slid up till my knob was poking high up above her breasts, and my semen fountained over her face and hair. In her excitement Babs’ arms slid round me and she gripped my backside to pull me hard against her soft breasts.

Lucy and Tony were still going but kavacık escort I could see Tony was close to coming. His face was twisted as if in agony, his entire body was tensed and he was gripping Lucy’s shoulders as her lips continued sliding up and down his rod. I watched till he thrust his hips forward and pulled Lucy’s head against his belly if he was trying to ram his cock as far down Lucy’s throat. He gave that strangled grunt every guy gives when his semen spurts, then nearly pushed Lucy over as his hips thrust and his body juddered in his orgasm.

After a final dip under the shower to wash my semen off Babs’ boobs and where my and Tony’s semen had run down our thighs the four of us came out of the wet room and flopped naked onto Babs’ bed. Like the evening before we drank cold beers from the minibar, watched the hotel TV’s porn channel and romped and fondled with the girls on the beds. My cock was aching hard again and Tony’s looked as hard up as a guys cock can get. Lucy whispered something in Tony’s ear, Tony grinned, then Tony and Lucy put on just enough clothes to be decent and left Babs and me.

The door was scarcely closed behind them before I was gently nudging Babs onto her back on the bed and easing her legs apart. I was frantic to mount her and get my cock up her. But she squirmed out from under me.

“Bed’s boring!” Babs said with a laugh.”I did it with Tony on the bed all last night. Let’s try something different!”

In a moment Babs was on the big wide armed black leather armchair, with a knee on each of its wide arms, her bottom toward me smooth and gleaming under the light, and her smooth shaven pussy bulging out beneath her bum cheeks with her pink labia glistening with sex juice. She looked at me over the long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and her fingers peeped out between her legs as she reached down to play with her pussy and to run a fingertip smoothly along the lips of her slit.

“Please … like this.” She said softly.

That certainly looked more interesting than bed! I stood behind Babs and began to play with her, caressing the backs and insides of her wide spread thighs, stroking her bum cheeks and tickling her along her bum crack, getting close enough that the head of my hard up cock brushed against her legs. My hand slowly worked its way closer and closer to her vagina, and while it crept toward her cunt Babs smoothly masturbated her pussy. She was soon hot and wild and when my fingers first touched her juice soaked labia she cried out and quivered with excitement. I stroked her vagina lips and circled her clit with a fingertip to take her to the brink of orgasm. It didn’t take me long to get her trembling and whimpering with arousal and sex pleasure.

Then it was my turn! I took hold of her spread thighs and teased her by prodding and nuzzling her arousal swollen labia with my knob before I slid in full length so my bush of pubes brushed against her mound. I felt her vagina muscles squeeze around my shaft every bit as tight and smooth as her breasts had been. I held her thighs tightly and gave her vagina full length rhythmic thrusts, and watched her bare back and golden hair rock with the rhythm of my thrusting penis as my hips pat-patted and rubbed against her big soft bum. She climaxed quickly but I held her tight and kept going inside her pulsing vagina as her back arched and she involuntarily thrust her hips in the pulses of her orgasm. She was whimpering with the pleasure of her afterglow as my own cum began to rise. In my orgasm thrust as I filled her with semen I rammed my belly against her soft buttocks so hard I shoved her up the armchair. I stood there for a brief while holding her bum against my hips before I stepped back. Babs stayed in position with her knees on the arms of the chair.

“Oooooohhh! That was so good!” she gasped, and she reached down between her legs to clutch her pussy, while my semen mixed with her juice trickled down the insides of her thighs.

We flopped on the bed for one last beer together and to watch the rest of the porn movie. Then regardless of the early start planned for the next day Babs and I settled down for a busy night in Babs’ big double bed!

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My name is Kat. I’m 53, blonde, and still in pretty good shape I think. 5’5″ tall, only 140 lbs. 36c/32/34, and work out on a pretty regular schedule. Overall I think I have maintained a healthy life style, and held up to the test of time.

I was about to have all of that put to the scrutiny of an old friend whom I had not seen in many years. We were roommates in grad school at Notre Dame together. Although we stayed in contact over the years it has been more than a few since we had spent time together.

Her husband had business in my area, so they were going to stop by for a visit while they were here. I was beyond excited. The last time we had all gotten together we had a great time out and about, but alas, it was a short visit. She was my first female sexual experience back in college. I did remember it fondly and converted to being Bi due to the pleasure I had enjoyed with her.

She called to let me know they had arrived in town, were looking for a hotel, and would meet with me later. I was happy and nervous all at the same time. She had called a second time to inform me that a hotel was hard to find since there was a convention in town.

I suggested they simply stay at my place since I had plenty of space with my daughter away at school. I gave her the address, and told her I’d meet them at the house in about 20 minutes.

I arrived home to find them waiting in my driveway. The hugs and well wishes were as if we had never been apart. We picked up as if no time had ever existed with us being apart. I had forgotten how beautiful she was. I short 5’1″ redhead, maybe still only 120 lbs with an amazing 34d/30/34 body that looked magnificent. Her husband by contrast was 6’3″ well over 200 lbs, and still as solid as he had been in his younger years.

We moved inside to get them settled into the guest room. Tony had to run and meet a client, without knowing how long he would be gone.

After he left we decided to have a glass of wine and catch up on how our lives had turned out. Before starting on a second glass we decided to change into our bikinis and relax in the hot tub as it had been a long drive for them. The wine flowed almost as well as the conversation. Time flew by as we chatted about everything under the sun. As it was with us no subject was off limits.

The second bottle being opened was the turning point in the evening. Our topic shifted to our sex lives, and how good ferhatpaşa escort or bad things had been throughout our lives. The wine and the heat of the water did have an effect on the both of us. As the sun was setting and a chill coming on we went back inside. Dropping the wine and glasses in the kitchen, we went into the laundry room to pull off our swimwear, and dry off. Robes were hanging on hooks for us to pull on once we had removed the wet clothing. Stealing glances at her amazing body sent shivers down my spine.

We retrieved the wine, and retired to the living room. Turning on the television while we continued to chat.

Sharing a few photographs of recent events proved to be interesting. While looking through her phone I stumbled on a photo of her and another woman in a compromising position. My shock must have been evident as she looked to see what I had reacted to. Her smile and laugh resonated within me. She flipped the photo the next few at a regular pace. Each photograph more revealing, and sexier than the last. The photo’s started my own thoughts to turn to sex. My nipples hardened, and I felt a longing between my legs as it had been a bit for my own needs being met.

It could have been predicted, but it still caught me off guard when she leaned over and slowly kissed me. The softness of her lips pressing into mine. The pressure of her mouth against mine the feelings running through my body in an instant. Returning the kiss was without hesitation, long, slow, and deep. Our tongues meet somewhere in the middle and explored each other in a lazy circle.

During the kiss my robe somehow became undone, and opened. Her hands cupping, and kneading my breasts. The nipples begging for more attention. Deepening the kiss, her hands and fingers fondled my breasts more. My desire was rising causing me to get a little moist. She broke the kiss, and her lips trailed down and over my neck. Her teeth leaving little nips as they went. Her tongue swirled around first one nipple, then the other. They screamed for direct attention.

It felt like it took forever for her to run her tongue over my nipples, sending my body into outer space. The softness of her tongue and lips on my nipples had them standing straight up for her. Licking and sucking them to full hardness, allowing my body to react in the way she liked. Licking and sucking each gebze escort nipple in turn drove my desire to rise further.

The pressure of her mouth sucking my nipples was sending me further into sensual wanting. About that time I felt her fingers slide between my legs and across my slit. The effect was electric. The wetness that occurred was right on time with her sinking them into me, pressing them in then wiggling them out. Her slow and easy rhythm was fantastic, raising my desire for an orgasm even higher. The moving of her fingers in and out, combined with the sucking of my nipples had me ready for more.

Pressing her fingers in deep and hard drove me to arch and fall over onto the sofa. My head propped up on the arm, as my legs splayed open. She didn’t miss a beat and her head went between my open legs swiftly. Her fingers deep inside me as her tongue circled my clit. Head back, eyes closed enjoying the feelings rushing through me. In, and out she moved her fingers in an easy manner, as she licked around my opening and clit. The television was loud, but my moans were louder.

I heard her moaning and opened my eyes to see her husband with his hand moving behind her. We locked eyes for a moment, and smiled at each other.

He stood up and started removing his clothes. I watched in awe as his muscled body came into view. The powerful chest was first, then, the legs as his pants came off. Her fingers pressing deep, and hard in and out of me. Her talented tongue hitting all the right spots. His body making me want more of him. As he removed his boxers, I stared in surprise.

He took a step closer and I realized I wasn’t seeing things. There before me was the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It had to be close to a foot long, and thick as a cucumber. I was captivated as her fingers and tongue teased me further and further. He placed one leg over me and settled with his huge cock inches from my face. I attempted to wrap my hand around it, but it was slightly bigger than I could manage. Stroking it as best I could, and bringing it to my mouth. Tasting it I found it hard to get into my mouth.

Her fingers moving in and out, her tongue flicking my clit had me on the edge. I started fitting his cock in my mouth a bit at a time. I never got more than half of it in. Between his cock, and her work on my pussy I was on the edge. When she sucked my clit, güzelyalı escort and plunged her fingers deep into my pussy, I exploded in orgasm.

I vaguely remember being picked up and carried, but the feel of the soft bed is what I awoke to. As I looked around I saw them engaged in a bit of fun. Her mouth was wrapped around his cock, and his fingers were pressing into her pussy. He saw me looking, and motioned me to help him.

I moved to between her legs, and smelled her excitement. It made me want to enjoy her more. Watching how she took care of his cock I would have to find out how she was able to take so much of it into her mouth. But for the task before me, I bent to take my first taste of her. Licking along her wet opening was heaven. I took to it with all the care she took to me. My fingers delving deeper into her moist wetness. Her clit open before me. Licking the flat of my tongue across her clit as my fingers drove in and out of her pussy. His cock matching my movement in her mouth.

Settling in between her legs to enjoy giving her what she had given me. Fingers driving in and out. Licking and sucking her clit. Focused on pleasing her as she had me. Her moans getting louder. In and out of her warm, wet pussy went my slender fingers. Curling across her G-spot on the way out. Teasing her slow, then fast over her clit. Her thrashing under me.

I heard in a clear voice “Fuck her good”

Focused on her pussy, I didn’t pay attention to him moving behind me. He lifted me onto my knees and lined himself up to my opening. I tried to focus on her pussy and the pleasure I was giving her, but it was hard to do so as I felt him start to slide that monster into me. Opening me wider than I thought possible. Feeling him sink in ever so slowly I grew to accommodate his size. It felt wonderful, but drove me to suck her clit harder. As he got into a nice easy pace of fucking me I was able to attack her wet pussy. As he drove his cock into my pussy, I drove my fingers into hers. Sucking and licking her clit as he pulled out.

Something driving into both of us, he into me, and I into her was forcing the both of us toward orgasms. In, and out motions were making the both us moan louder, and louder. Her orgasm hit first as my fingers and tongue worked her pussy to flood onto my face. His huge cock forced me forward onto her body. Laying slightly on top of her as he rammed home the final time to force me over the edge. Finally he pulled out and shot a giant load of cum over the pair of us.

She and I lay together on the bed, panting, and covered in sweat, and cum. He retired to the wash room and returned with warm wash clothes so we could clean up a bit, then to the kitchen for some cold water.

What an interesting first evening together.

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I text you and tell you that “we’re ready”. You come to the hotel door and knock. The girl on the bed is still a little oblivious as to what is happening. I have had my tongue between her legs for the last 1/2 hour and she has orgasmed so many times that she is out of breath and still trying to recover. I let you in you look around the room. I am already naked and hard. You reach down and stroke me. You ask if I’ve been having fun. I give you a long kiss and let you taste the girl from my mouth.

You look over and see her stretched out on the bed. Her legs and arms are drawn out in a spread eagle formation. She is blindfolded and still breathing hard, but has her head turned toward us. She asks who is in the room. I tell her that I have a ‘treat’ for her. I walk over and run my hand up the inside of her thigh. I insert two fingers into her and she moans. I pull my fingers out and trace them up her stomach and over her breasts. I then run them along her lips. She opens her mouth and allows me to insert my fingers into her warm mouth. I let her suck on them for a while. You in the meantime, have walked over toward me and have kneeled down in front of me. You slowly take my cock into your mouth and start to suck me. You feel my hardness going into your throat and you look up at me — I am smiling.

You are pushing back against my cock as you feel me go deeper and deeper into you. I push you forward onto the bed and you grab the girl’s leg for support. She bucks her hips in fright, but then starts to squirm a little – trying to get someone to touch her. You look to the end of the bed and see the mirror’s reflection of what is going on. You smile at yourself, but the smack I give you on your ass brings you back to reality.

I stop for a moment to pick erenköy escort you up and turn you around. I then lay you sideways on the bed in such a fashion so that the small of your back is resting on the girl’s stomach. I then move toward you and put my fingers inside you. I pull them out and tell the girl that I want her to taste you. She opens her mouth to let my fingers in. She loves it and asks for more. I tell her there is more to come but she must wait. I move back between your legs and proceed to start fucking you again. This time you cannot contain your emotions and you are making noise. I am calling your name and telling you to cum for me right here. You wrap your legs around me and tense up. I can feel your hips quiver as you start to orgasm. You continue to shake as I push my cock right up against your clit – moving it back and forth as the orgasm washes over your body. You lay completely back when you are done – you are breathing heavy now and I watch as you try to relax.

Slowly I pull you up from the girl and put you in the chair. I lift each leg over the arm of the chair so that you are spread eagle. I then drop to my knees and slowly run my tongue up the inside of your thighs until I reach your wet pussy. I insert my tongue and you lean your head back in ecstasy. I continue licking and sucking you while you watch the girl on the bed try and get free. She is begging for someone to touch her. You motion to your purse. You have brought something. You pull out a device that looks like a small egg attached by a wire to a control box. “It’s what I call a bullet”, you say, “She will enjoy this”. I sit back and watch as you sway your hips toward the girl. You put the ‘bullet’ directly against esenyalı escort the girl’s clit and you turn it on. The ‘bullet’ vibrates – slowly at first, and then faster as you increase the speed. I can see the effect on the bound girl – she is pulling against her restraints as she pushes her pussy upward. It doesn’t take long before you have her moaning and thrashing about – it’s an erotic site to behold. After a few more minutes you have her cumming and begging to be fucked.

I ask if you’d like to watch me make her come. You move my lips to yours and give me a kiss. You say ‘go ahead’. I rise up and move to the rear of the bed now. I look over at you and you have already begun to play with yourself. Watching you keeps me hard as I lay myself over the girl and slowly push myself into her.

As I slide into the girl I slowly move my hands up to cup her breasts. Her nipples are hard and you watch as I pinch them. She asks if you are still in the room. I say yes, and I ask her if she likes to be watched by someone she has never seen while she is getting fucked. She says she is extremely turned on. I look over and you and wink. You have your right hand rubbing your pussy very quickly and you are almost ready to cum again. I start to thrust into the girl harder and harder. You watch as my body pushes the girl against her restraints. You can see her breasts heave every time I drive into her. You get out of your chair and walk over to me and put your hands on my back, so you can feel my body move in and out of her. You reach around my chest and rub my nipples – you ask me again when I’m going to get them pierced. We laugh.

I ask you to do me a favor and untie one of the girl’s ankles. I dragos escort untie the other. I then untie both her hands and flip her over. She is on all fours before I take her hands and stretch them out and retie them. I leave her legs loose so she can pull them under her. I make her spread her legs wide and we both stand behind her watching while she exposes herself to us. You ask if you can touch her again. I say yes. I move to the front of her and sit down at the head of the bed. I put my legs underneath her arms. Her face is now right in my lap. I move her mouth onto my cock. You move toward her and run your hands up the outside of both her thighs. She now realizes that you are involved again. She starts to bob up and down on my cock as you begin to explore her pussy. It’s not long before you have moved underneath her and have pulled her down onto your mouth. You insert your tongue and begin to move it in and out — tracing up her lips until you reach her clit. Then you start to suck it hard. I can feel from where I am that she is about to cum. I push her up and down on my cock until I feel her stiffen and then shake. She pulls off my cock and moans out loud that she is coming. I get out from the front of my bed so I can watch you continue to bring her to orgasm.

I then tell you that I have a treat for you. I behind the girl and spread her ass cheeks apart. She knows what is going to happen and she arches her back. I then begin to push my cock into her ass. I know you love to watch this and having me over top of you while I fuck this girl in the ass is almost too much for you to take. You reach up and grab my ass and start pushing me so I go deeper and deeper into her. I am now giving her everything I have and you can hear the slapping as I pound her over and over again. I tell you I am going to cum and you watch as I pull out and spray my cum all over the girl’s back. You crawl out from underneath her and she collapses on the bed, spent from all the energy she has just exerted. You get dressed quietly and I give you a kiss. You then leave the room — I tell you that I’ll call you as soon as she leaves.

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