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Ben: Hurry up and get your shit together

Rachel: lol i am, i need to clean the kitchen. almost done though

Ben: Good, because you have cock to suck tonight.

Rachel: oh really

Ben: Yes

Rachel: how many?

Ben: We’ll see.

It was half past two in the morning. Rachel closed the MSN conversation, switched off her computer, and stood waiting impatiently by the door in an impossibly short black dress, black patterned tights, and black patent leather heels with an extremely high stiletto heel.

Finally she heard the car pull up outside her apartment building, and she grabbed her black handbag and walked toward the lift.

Outside it was a little chilly, causing her nipples to stand proudly erect on her C cup breasts. The dress and shoes she wore showed off her long, lean legs to their greatest advantage, and the dark colour displayed her dark green eyes and long, soft brown hair at their finest.

“Hi Princess,” Ben said as Rachel approached the car window.

“Hi,” Rachel replied, and quickly leaned through the open window to give him a quick kiss. His lips were soft and smooth, and seemed impossibly gentle.

She then walked around the front of the car to hop in the passenger side. The headlights lit her up, seemingly illuminating her from all angles. The next minute, she was sitting beside Ben in the passenger seat.

Ben was the same age as Rachel. In fact, they were in the same class in their last year of high school. Now Rachel worked as a barmaid at the local pub whilst studying Fine Art at university. Ben studied Music, and got cash by playing in his band at night and on weekends. This was a rare night that they were both free at the same time.

They drove in relative silence to Ben’s house. He had it to himself tonight, as his house mates were out. They chatted briefly about friends, and studies. Before long, they had arrived.

Ben lived in a beach house that he shared with a few friends. There was a wide veranda encircling the wooden house, an overgrown jungle of a garden, and everything was made of wood. It was old and creaky and the wind rushed through cracks in the walls and under doors, but it was charming nevertheless. Rachel had come to know it quite well, and considered it to be a second home, even though she wasn’t escort beylikdüzü there all that often.

They sat on the lounge for a while and Ben put on an old record. They both had a glass of wine, and soon began to relax.

“So, Ben,” said Rachel, turning her body to face him. It was the first time that evening that she had really looked at him. His dark eyes were like bottomless depths, and his tanned skin glowed in the low lighting. “What have you got in store for me tonight?” she asked, a little smile twisting one corner of her mouth.

“A surprise,” Ben said. “Something I know you’ve wanted for ages.”

“Well, that could be a lot of things,” Rachel giggled. “I think you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Ben grinned.

“Why do I get the feeling I’m not the only entertainment for the evening?” she asked.

“Oh, you are entertainment enough on your own,” Ben laughed. “So much in fact, that I have to share you.”

Rachel felt her pulse quicken at the sound of these words. She had always wanted to have a threesome, and it looked as if it was finally going to happen.

Just as she was letting the idea sink in, the doorbell rang. Ben quickly got up from his seat to answer the door. From where Rachel was sitting, she could hear the sound of two voices over the music, but she couldn’t see who it was.

She didn’t have to wait long. Ben returned to the room, this time accompanied by his best friend, Sam.

“Come and sit down,” said Ben, already seated back down next to Rachel. Sam sat on Rachel’s other side, so that she was sandwiched between the two men.

They continued to chat for a short time, but it became clear very quickly what the two boys were interested in: Rachel.

She was laughing at a joke told by Ben when suddenly he kissed her. His warm hands moved to her stomach, and began rubbing the small of her back.

Suddenly, she was aware of another hand on her. Sam had begun stroking her thigh, firm beneath the dark tights.

Rachel placed one hand on Ben’s jawline, bringing him in closer as though to kiss him harder. She felt his tongue slip past hers and his breath quicken.

She placed her other hand on Sam’s hard bicep, and he moved his head istanbul escort closer and began kissing her neck.

Rachel then turned her head and kissed Sam while Ben traced her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress with his fingers.

Suddenly Ben stood up, and took Rachel by the hand. She, in turn, took Sam’s hand, and they were lead into the bedroom.

Once inside, Ben threw Rachel onto the bed in a frenzy of passion. He lay down beside her and began kissing and nibbling her neck and earlobes, breathing hot air into her ears, sending goosebumps rising all over her body.

Sam was doing the same thing on her other side. It was almost too much for her to bear, having two sexy men teasing her.

She was almost sent over the edge when Sam slipped his hand under her dress and began drawing circles on her clit with his thumb. At the same time, Ben rolled her onto her side and unzipped the back of her dress. He pulled it down over her legs and onto the floor.

Both men stared at her, lying there in black lingerie, with black tights and her dark hair spread onto the pillow around her head. She looked delicious, and neither could wait to have her.

Sam continued making circles through her panties, and Ben unhooked her bra and slid it off her. He licked and sucked her nipples, forcing a small moan out of Rachel.

Just then, Sam slipped his fingers inside her panties, and slid one finger into her pussy. She began to moan louder now, and thrust her hips upward to force Sam’s finger deeper inside her.

Ben moved down her body, and unrolled her tights from her legs. Sam slid her panties off, and together they looked at her cunt, glistening in the half-light that was entering through the slightly ajar door. Sam wasted no time in licking off her juices, nibbling at her inner thighs, and sucking on her clit. She moaned in approval and grabbed the waistband of Ben’s jeans. He took them off and she grabbed his long, hard cock. There was already a drop of pre cum on the tip of it and she licked it off eagerly. Rachel then took the huge cock in her mouth and slid her lips up and down on it, teasing the head of it with her tongue.

She took it out of her mouth briefly and looked up at him through her dark gürpınar escort eyelashes. “Is that how you like it, baby?” she asked.

“That’s exactly how I like it,” Ben replied. “Are you having fun?”

“Mmm, I love it,” she said, raising her hips to allow Sam’s tongue to penetrate her deeper. “But I need a cock in me.”

Sam began kissing his way back up her body, stopping to suck her nipples. He could feel his hard cock straining at the fabric of his pants, and he unzipped them, relieving the pressure.

Ben lay against the cushions on his back, and Rachel turned onto her stomach and continued sucking his cock. Sam grabbed her hips, and rubbed the head of his cock against her dripping wet pussy. He found the entrance and pushed it in.

“Oh yes,” Rachel gasped, taking her mouth away from Ben’s cock for a moment. Sam reached around to rub her clit as he pushed his cock into her impossibly tight pussy a little at a time.

He continued pushing into her until his cock filled her up. He then began thrusting his swollen cock into her tight pussy. Sam grabbed her hips and began pulling Rachel back onto his cock, causing her mouth to bob up and down Ben’s dick at the same rate.

She began moaning, causing vibrations to run the length of Ben’s cock. He couldn’t last much longer. Rachel saw his balls tighten, and she massaged them with one hand. Suddenly, with a loud groan, Ben’s cum spurted into Rachel’s mouth. She held the thick fluid there for a moment, and opened her mouth to show him before swallowing down the sticky cum.

Sam then flipped Rachel over onto her back and lifted her ankles over his shoulders. She was extremely flexible and this allowed him to penetrate her even deeper than before. Suddenly she started moaning, a series of staccato, high-pitched moans.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed, as a wave of orgasm overtook her, shaking her whole body, her hands clutching at the bed and her toes curling up.

The muscles of her vagina rhythmically clenched around Sam’s cock, tighter than he thought possible. With a cry of his own, he gave one big thrust into her as his cock spurted out creamy white cum into her waiting pussy. Rachel felt it hit her cervix, thoroughly coating her insides with semen.

Sam stayed in place for a moment; then withdrew his shrinking cock out of her pussy, which was followed by a stream of cum. Rachel sat up and watched it drip down her thighs.

Ben leaned over and kissed her lips, hard. He then sat back and smiled.

“Is that what you were after, Princess?” he smiled at her.

Rachel grinned back at both of them. “So who’s up for round two?”

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My wife is incredibly beautiful and sexy. We are happy and comfortable together and make love regularly. Our sex life is never dull as we both enjoy vivid imaginations and experiment openly with each other’s fantasies. There is only one thing my sex life lacks: the wank.

As a teenager I masturbated constantly. Even after “scoring” with girls, and even while dating regularly, I enjoyed finding some quiet time alone and pulling my pole.

When I confided this to Sharon, she completely understood. She agreed with me that my dick was incredibly handsome. Tall, thick and well proportioned; tan in color and capped by a large soft head, my dick — if I must say so myself — is a wonderful specimen. Watching my dick, slick with oil get stroked by my right hand as my left hand stimulates my balls, ass and nipples, brings me incredible pleasure. Indeed Sharon takes pleasure in giving me hand jobs for precisely that reason: watching my beautiful dick reach climax is a rush.

Recently I was called out of town on business. While most men would see this as an opportunity to pick up some strange pussy at the hotel bar, I was planning on two days of serious self-indulgence. Sharon fucked me well and hard the night before I left and kissed me on the cheek at the airport. At one point, having confided in her my plan, she patted my crotch and warned: “Don’t wear him out, there’s a wet pussy waiting for him when he gets home.” God I love my wife!

The plane was almost empty, and I thought I would have the three seats in my row to myself. But just before takeoff an attractive stewardess came rushing onto the plane and sat next to me. She explained that she was off duty, but being flown ahead to catch a later connection. I sympathized with her for having such a demanding and hectic job. She just looked at me hard for a moment, winked, and said, “it has it’s perks.”

Twenty minutes into the flight and my stewardess companion had fallen asleep on my shoulder. When I shifted at one point, her head fell to my lap and she curled her feet up onto her seat. I read on in my paperback, but was soon distracted by friction near my nether region. The off-duty stewardess was rubbing my cock.

No longer interested in my novel, I watched for any sign that somebody had noticed. The plane was silent, people either read or slept. My private stewardess had pulled her blanket over her head and her head over my cock. She sucked me to a beautiful orgasm and swallowed every drop.

“Welcome to the mile-high club,” she smiled as she brought her head up. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Sharon and I had fucked in the toilet over the Atlantic.

“By the way, you have a fantastic cock, where are you staying?”

I shouldn’t have told her.

She found me that night at the bar, just as I was preparing to go upstairs for my wank.

“I had to find you, I’m sorry. I kept thinking about the size of your… your… you know. Well I really want it in me. I hate to be so direct, but… well… I did suck your dick earlier.”

We went to my room and fucked. Don’t get me wrong. It was a great tumble. This stewardess had great skin a beautiful face, sporty firm breasts with perky little nips and a most delicious looking cunt. Do you like those cunts with the big lips hanging down? I don’t usually, but hers, shaved, was somehow very attractive. I took her from on top, doggy style and let her ride cowboy in a few different directions. I’m certain she had a great time. Towards morning, she sneeked out and I slept in.

I awoke satisfied, but sporting a large erection. This was my chance. I pulled out the bottle of oil and spread it on my hands and dick. There were remnants of my cum and her fluids encrusted on my dick and I thought of first taking a shower. But I had already anointed my erection and it looked so sexy, shiny and stiff.

Up and down slowly I began stroking my already turgid member. Closing my eyes for just a few moments, I envisioned the stewardess’s ass bouncing up and down on me. I remembered watching Sharon get fucked once by four guys. I was working myself up good and horny when I opened my eyes to watch my beautiful cock flex, stiffen and eventually spray.

But my eyes fell upon a different beauty.

The stewardess had apparently knocked off the “Do Not Disturb” sign during her exit and Camilla the maid had inadvertently walked in on my performance. She looked distinctly unattractive in her black and white maid’s uniform (not my fetish guys, sorry). But her pretty face held the most comical and yet hungry expression.

One of us had to say something, and with her little mouth puckered in the “O” shape for so long, I guessed it would have to be me.

“Did I forget to put the ‘do not disturb’ sign?”

“No worry.”

“Do you want to come back later?”

“Misser, dono get me in trouble, but I’s a gotta watch dis. You got one gorgeous pepe.”

“You got a name?”

“Camilla,” she answered and then added,”Oh fuck. I gonna beylikdüzü escort get fired and divorced and the Saints are gonna send me to hell fiya, but I cain’t look at dat gorgeous tool and not ha some o’ dat.” And Camilla threw down the hand towel she was holding and then all of her clothes.

What damage a uniform can do. Had she asked me for a fuck while dressed, I’d have probably turned her down, but she didn’t ask. She just stripped and then this very thin but very heavily busomed lady crawled on top of me. Then, with her melon-sized mammories on my chest and bulbous ass in my hand, she asked me if we could fuck. It was a mere formality as I was already in her at the time.

This wench could fuck. Her bubble ass had engines all its own. Her heavy chest smothered my face to my distinct pleasure while her hips flexed and pumped, jumped and humped all over my rigid rod. This maid began cumming and wouldn’t stop. Her vaginal walls constricted and released like a boa constrictor in heat.

I lay prone. There was nothing for me to do. Morning erections are programmed to pee, not cum, and it usually takes some work to switch the programming. Not with this babe though, her dick massaging tunnel was pulling the jism right out of my balls and I shot a healthy load right into her.

She didn’t stop.

My dick was already semi-limp, but even then it’s long and thick. Her pussy was so slick and open she could have fucked a sponge. I just passed my time sucking at her large round breasts while her hip dance continued, making me hard again.

“Now yo’ turn.” Camilla announced once she felt me rigid again. “You now fucka dis bit up m’ass.”

She rolled off me and got into position on her hands and knees. She really had a bubble ass: two round orbs with a valley between. My dick was still slick with the oil I’d applied and the maid’s juices, so poking her anus wasn’t so hard. Still, compared to her wide open cunt, Camilla’s ass was tight.

Now it was my turn to work as I pumped my long pole in and out of her. She used one hand for support, and another to rub her clit and stuff her pussy alternatively. I could feel the ripples of her orgasm rushing trough her, but not with the same intensity as when I was in her vagina. She kept rubbing and I kept pumping and then she screamed, “holy Jesus!” and squirted a load of liquid onto the bedspread beneath us.

I wasn’t close to cumming, but Camilla had had her fill. She pulled off and began sucking my dick. I was surprised that she’d take my spunky dick in her mouth. Her ass had not been cleaned and I could swear I saw brown streaks on my prick. But she sucked away unhesitatingly and I couldn’t help but wonder how well she cleaned bathrooms.

Her oral ministrations did the trick and soon I was ejaculating on her fantastic bosom. As she rubbed the cum into her skin she smiled wickedly and asked if I’d let her skip cleaning my room so as not to cause a delay that could bring attention to our rule violation. Feeling good and generous to this stranger who’d given me her body, I acquiesced. Besides, I wanted her gone so that I could shower and dress and still catch breakfast. The conference was starting in 45 Minutes.

The day was long. The presentations were interesting, but they were still lectures, leaving me seated for hours at a time, doodling and daydreaming about my eventual wank. Of course, between the stewardess and the maid, I couldn’t say I was sexually frustrated, but now I had more food for my fantasies. But food, food, I hadn’t had. I only managed a coffee and croissant at breakfast and came into a late lunch starving.

Meal times at these business conventions are great times to mingle and get to know new contacts better. I sat with a guy named Todd from Detroit, and Matt from San Diego. Pretty soon the conversation left our trade and turned to sex. Apparently, there were all these hookers scouting the hotel bar and Todd and Matt were comparing the prices of blow jobs. Todd was taking the somewhat moral high-ground and refusing to even consider paying for sex. Matt was saying that the money was a small price to pay for total non-commitment, no hang-up sex, and no threat of word getting home to upset your wife. I told them I could wait three days and catch up on my TV watching.

Using desert as an excuse I got up and joined an informal group that had formed in one corner debating some of the issues presented. I didn’t know anybody in the group, but didn’t need to, these groups were spontaneous and as good a chance to make a contact as any. Then again, as I listened in, I couldn’t believe how seriously some of these guys were taking their material. I got bored and went for more coffee. The next session was about to begin anyway.

Sitting down in the conference hall, I noticed a tall brunette whom I’d seen in the discussion group by the deserts. She looked just like Sharon, but with darker skin, black hair, and less in the chest. There weren’t a avcılar escort lot of women at the conference, and such an attractive one was clearly drawing stares. But during the impromptu discussion group of a few minutes previous, she had been staring at me. Now, she was clearly approaching me.

“Mind if I join you?”

Could I refuse? We introduced ourselves, and I tried to think of questions that would reveal to me why she chose to sit next me. But the presentation started and I was none the wiser.

Ten minutes into the lecture my mind was wandering. This guy spoke English with a heavy Indian accent and I couldn’t follow. Inadvertently, I began doodling in the margins of my notebook. First, the doodles were random lines and shapes, but they became, as they often do, reflecting my subconscious, curves and shadows that belong to the female form. As a certain pair of orbs came into form as Camilla’s breasts, I suddenly became self-conscious and feared my female neighbor would take offense. As I rubbed the nipples out, Debbie leaned over and touched my hand to stop me.

“I saw you doodling in the last session. That’s why I sat next to you. You guys aren’t the only ones daydreaming about sex during the presentations.”

I took the hint. Soon I was drawing full-out sex scenes. My notebook was beginning to resemble the kama sutra. I was so absorbed in and pleased with my artistic talent that I didn’t notice Debbie squirming in her seat. Later she told me that she could masturbate by squeezing her thighs together and that my pictures turned her on so much that she reached orgasm right there and nearly cried out loud.

She told me all that while we were in the elevator up to her room. The sessions had ended and we had twenty minutes before supper. She insisted I come help her choose her clothes, but when we got to her room, she didn’t seem inclined to put any on.

What can I tell you? My cock had not had so much female attention in weeks. Between the stewardess and Camilla, I had been drained. Now, with all of Debbie’s dutiful ministrations, I couldn’t even get it up.

Debbie was a good cock-sucker, but wasn’t getting anywhere. I felt her frustration and pushed her onto the bed and dove into her snatch where I licked her to two and a half orgasms. The half orgasm was what I call it when a woman has climaxed and you keep going, and she keeps going, but asks you to stop because it’s too sensitive. It’s as if she would cum with two more licks or thrusts, but fears the inner explosion. So, out of respect, I stop, but I count it as half an orgasm.

Debbie pulled my head up by my hair and begged me to stop.

“I’ve cum twice already. Can’t take any more. Why don’t you get yourself hard and fuck me?”

“I’m fucked out, I’m afraid..”

“Oh, is your wife here with you?”

“No, but I spent the morning jerking off.” It was easier to lie than explain the whole “do not enter” thing. And wanking was what I wanted to do anyway.

“Really?” Debbie giggled. “Not a lot of guys would admit that.”

“I’m not shy. With a cock like this wouldn’t you want to pull your own rope?”

“Absolutely! And I still want to pull yours. Will you give me a rain check so I can start you out with a hand job and feel your monster inside me?”

“Maybe after dinner.”

“Can we do it at your place? My husband may call and then I feel all shitty.”

“Room 410”, Sharon would’ve been pissed at me for fucking a cheating woman. She believed in full disclosure. I would tell her that she’s too naive. Plus she had no qualms about fucking married women who hid their lesbianism from their husbands.

“It’s not the same thing.” She’d say, but has yet to convince me.

I ate dinner with Matt and Todd. Debbie had a previous arrangement made with some Japanese agents. I was just as happy not to be seen with her. We’d be the talk of the town. Todd was already all over it.

“That babe that sat next to you at the last session, d’you get lucky?”

“If you mean sex, then no.”

“She’s from Texas. Word has it she’s a nympho and fucks guys at every convention.”

“So go hit on her man!” I encouraged. “She told me her name’s Debbie.”

“Go for it, Todd!” Matt chimed in.

“Oh yeah, Matt? Like you and that high-school kid?” Matt, I was then told, had propositioned a hooker in the bar after lunch. Only the woman turned out to be a girl and the daughter of the bar tender. A shouting match ensued and Matt almost took a fist to the head.

“The bitch is, I can’t drink in the bar tonight.”

When I got to my room after dinner, I closed the door and smiled. I relished the quiet. Nothing left to do today. I was going to wank! Then I passed through the hall between the closet and bathroom, and frowned. My room was as messy as it when I’d left. I’d let Camilla get out of cleaning my room, and if I called maid-service now, she’d get screwed, figuratively this time. Somberly esenyurt escort I set about clearing up. There really wasn’t that much to do. No clothes on the floor, and the loose papers on the desk didn’t bother me. But Camilla had squirted when I ass-fucked her, and there was a somewhat repulsive stain on the bedspread. The sheets, thankfully, were clean.

I made the bed and straightened up a bit, all done in the nude. I was home alone and warming up to service my beautiful cock. As I walked around the room my penis became semi-stiff and bobbed in front of me. Casually, every-so-often, I would run my hand up the shaft or play with my balls. My cock would get stiffer and stiffer. I remembered that I did have to read a 2-page report before the morning session and lay on the bed to read. As I concentrated on the text, my cock jealous for attention, became rock hard, reaching it’s full extension.

Putting the report aside, and bunching all the pillows behind my back, I looked down at my glorious erection and decided it was time. I spread my legs out to either side and adjusted my ball sack, pulling it up and away from the sheets. Taking the baby-oil bottle in hand, I dribbled some on my cock-head and began rubbing it in. Two or three tentative fist strokes and I took my hands away to rub my thighs and balls, my chest and stomach.

My cock was pointing straight at the ceiling and gently rocking with the coursing blood running through its heavy veins. I was just about to start rubbing in earnest when there came a knock on the door. My voice hardly disguised my frustration when I shouted, “who is it?”

“Debbie!”

Shit, I’d forgotten about her. I debated putting a robe on, but figured I knew what she was here for. I opened the door slowly, making sure it wasn’t Matt with a practical joke, and let Debbie in when I saw she was alone. When she saw me and my erect state she smiled eagerly.

“Oohh, is that for me?! Oh my God, you’re huge! Oh my, oh my, oh oh oh.”

Her excitement just kept building, in no small part because she was taking off her clothes as fast as she could. There were no sticklers for foreplay here.

Debbie lay down naked on my bed and spread her legs. She began rubbing and fingering herself and told me to keep stroking my hard on.

“Oh, man, I see you had no trouble getting hard now. You gonna fuck me with that thing?”

“That can be arranged.”

“You gonna cum on me?”

“You like it in you or on you?”

“No, not in me, never in me. Squirt on my ass or stomach.”

“What about in your hair and on your face?”

“You need it there, baby? You need to spray on my face?”

“I need some fucking before I cum.”

Debbie didn’t apparently. I’d been standing in front of her slowly stroking my hard-on while we debated the future placement of my seed. Debbie meanwhile had rubbed herself to at least one little squeaking orgasm. I was standing close enough to the bed for her to put her feet on my chest and the feel of her toes on my nipples had warmed me up to the idea of fucking this woman in lieu of enjoying my Wank.

Soon I was plowing Debbie’s field while standing aside the bed. Her long legs rested on my shoulders and her head was off to the right. Occasionally she would open her eyes, return to the present and smile at me. I could feel her insides fluttering and knew she had reached orgasm a few times. Sharon has what she calls mini-ohs and maxi-ohs. Apparently, Debbie was enjoying lots of mini-ohs. Even when looking at me, there was a glaze in her eyes and she wasn’t saying much. Her small breasts were flat to her chest in this position even though when she’d been standing they seemed prominent.

“Your cock feels so good inside me.” Debbie’s voice seemed to come from out of nowhere. We’d entered a meditative zone with me pumping back and forth in a steady rhythm and she rocking her head from side to side softly while her insides fluttered endlessly. Now though, her gaze was focused at my cock penetrating her bushy cunt. Her chin was on her chest and her hands were pinching her nipples.

“Here I cum, baby, here I cum!” It sounded like something I might say and almost made me laugh, but then her vaginal walls constricted something fierce. I continued pumping once or twice more, but I wasn’t going in and out, just pushing her whole body back and forth. This vice grip held for a minute or two at least and Debbie was curled up off the bed as if she was doing sit-ups.

Then with a heavy sigh, Debbie let go: falling to the bed, hands to her side, and her cunt literally popping off my bat.

“Damn!” She declared, regaining consciousness with a bolt and hopping up to sit on the edge of the bed. She put my dick in her mouth for some sucking, but also kept talking, making comments on how good a fuck I was and how deep my cock had entered her, and how thick, and so on and so on.

As Debbie sucked my dick, I was trying to psych myself into cumming. Just as I was getting close, there was a knock on the door again.

Debbie stopped sucking and looked at me questioningly. I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Should I get it?”

“Like that?” I asked pointing to her naked state.

“No, silly, I’ll let go of the cock.” And then she was up and at the door.

“Who is it?”

“Room Service.”

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“Oh lord, take me deeper, yes, baby,” Tim moaned as he felt his orgasm brewing somewhere deep in his balls. He thrust hard into his wife, making her generous boobs jiggle. Sylvia was holding her own breasts, teasing her nipples, descending from her own thunderous orgasm. Tim had never heard her scream as loudly as she did here, at their Mexican resort getaway. She had was juicy, nearly squirting him when she came while riding his thick cock.

“Come inside me, baby,” she coaxed him, bringing her pebble-hard nipple into his waiting mouth, “suck my tits… oh, Tim, yes, fuck my juicy pussy, harder.”

She had also never been so vocal during sex, and never so dirty. Along with the feel of her boobs in his mouth and her pussy massaging his shaft, her moaned obscenities, forced a jet of cum out of his balls, though his hard cock and splashed her cunt walls.

“Yes, fuck me, cum more for me,” she urged him, never stopping her thrusting movements.

Tim was amazed at how hard he came, this being his second orgasm for the afternoon. His first had been between the lips of sweet Ana, the Mexican bath attendant with the sweetest pussy ever. Tim felt himself throb once just thinking of her hairy cunt as he withdrew his dripping pecker from his wife’s shaved pussy.

Sylvia ran her tongue down his sweaty body, leaving a trail of saliva, until she reached his spent cock and took it in her mouth. Tim gasped as her tongue ran around his sensitive head. He watched in amazement as she took every last drop of dribbling cum from his dick.

“Mmmm…I love your sweet taste,” she said, sticking her ass high in the air, “come shower with me,” she grabbed his flaccid cock between her fingers and led him to the hotel bathroom. She wanted him hard again. Although she had been fucked twice today, and had cum three times, she wanted more. She felt like such a slut and she wanted a cock deep inside her.

Tim stared at his wife’s ample ass as he sat on the toilet peeing. Her creamy cheeks were round and inviting as she bent over the tub to set the shower water temperature. He felt the usual shock as his urine flowed up his urethra after a satisfying orgasm. He stood up and grabbed his wife’s hips, pulling her toward him, so that his hardening cock was clasped between her soft buttocks.

“Hmmm…looks like someone needs a little attention,” she cooed, turning around and holding his dick in her tender hands. She climbed into the shower and took him with her.

They took turns soaping each other with the gently perfumed gel. Tim ran his hands around Sylvia’s welcoming tits, enjoying the sensation of her hardening nipples. He then let his hands roam around her underarms and neck, back over her boobs to her soft, slightly rounded belly. Finally, he went on his knees and soaped her legs, her thighs, and her feet. He caught the strong odor of her cunt over the soapy perfume. It was more potent than her usual aroma, and Tim figured it was simply the smell of his cum mingled with her pussy secretions.

Sylvia looked down as Tim licked her shaved pussy. He was a skilled pussy eater, and she liked the way he took his time sucking her labia before dipping in for more the deep cunt juice. She wondered if he could taste Miguel’s cum inside her. While Tim has been fucking Ana, Sylvia had been having her own Latin experience enhanced by Miguel how had first massaged her, then fucked her silly. She wondered if her husband’s fucking had dislodged her Mexican masseur’s tasty cum from inside her womb.

Tim licked deep inside her, intrigued by his wife’s new Mexican flavors. He was so engrossed in plumbing her depths, that he did not notice her grabbing his head and holding it in position. She draped her legs around him so that he was supporting her on his broad shoulders.

“Yes baby, lick my pussy,” again, her new foul tongue, drove Tim on, “suck my juices out of cunt, ooooh,” her voice trailed away into a moan as he stuck a soapy finger up her ass. He removed his tongue from her cunt and licked around her clit until she grabbed his head and hissed, “suck it, now, suck my clit until I cum…until I cum on your face!”

Never had she made clear her desires like this, and never had Tim been so turned on by his gorgeous, blonde, busty wife. He looked up and saw her play with her own tits as he brought he held on to her firm ass. He felt her pussy swell, like a large wave building up inside her, and then he felt the release as she screamed out.

“Fuck yesssss, don’t stop, oh Tim, yes suck my pussy…” as he stuck his finger deeper inside her asshole and felt her cunt muscles contract around it. The contractions were squeezing out juices, and he tasted his own semen mixed with her own delicious brew.

They stayed in that position for a few moments, allowing all Sylvia’s thick juices to flow into Tim’s adoring mouth. He had never realized how much he loved the taste of his wife and kept licking her. She stretched lazily upward, and finally stood up, bringing her husband up to escort beylikdüzü his feet. His massive erection poked her belly as they kissed. She tasted the mixed flavors on his mouth, and was sure she could detect just a hint of Miguel’s cock cream as well.

“My turn to soap you,” she said grabbing his erection and running her hands up and down the shaft, feeling the large vein throb under her fingers.

“I haven’t soaped your back yet,” he countered, turning her around and sticking his pole between her butt cheeks again. As Tim soaped her neck, her shoulders and her back, Sylvia, grabbed his cock from between her legs and aimed it into her waiting pussy.

“Ooooh, yes,baby…you are so hot,” Tim moaned as he found his sensitive cock once again surrounded by her wet, warm walls. He reached over and grabbed her swaying boobs, pinching her large nipples. He knew he would not last long and felt his cock throb into a small, but intense orgasm. His whole body shook as he held onto her boobs. Inside her cunt, Sylvia felt him shudder, a minor tremor, that she felt in her clit, in her depths, on her tits and her ass as he pressed his body hard against her.

They both collapsed against the shower walls, before drying each other off and walking to the bedroom. They fell asleep in each other’s arms inhaling the ripe odors of their earlier fuck.

A few hours later they walked into the hotel bar, still flush from their afternoon of uninhibited sex. Sylvia still felt a little sore between her legs from Tim and Miguel, while Tim was not sure if he would be able to fuck again tonight after having cum twice with Sylvia and once with the lovely Ana.

The dance floor was packed with couples gyrating against each other to the latest Latin beat. Sylvia and Tim immediately found themselves alongside the others. Sylvia had put on her tight white dress that emphasized her generous curves. Tim had never seen his wife wear a dress so short that it struggled to cover her ass. Most men though were not looking at her ass, hypnotized as they were by her deep cleavage. Her boobs threatened to burst out every time she moved, which she was doing quite a lot as she danced sexily with Tim. She rubbed her crotch on his and moved her tits up and down his chest. Tim grabbed his wife’s ass and shamelessly ran his hands around her luscious globes. She turned around and let him run his erection through his pants on her nearly exposed ass.

Sylvia reached around and grabbed his cock through his pants and rubbed it before straightening up and leaning into him. She could feel his breath ragged and hot in her ears. He licked her earlobe making her gasp.

“If we keep this up, we are going to have to go back to the room even before we even get a drink,” she said, pressing her ass harder toward his crotch.

“Suits me fine,” he moaned into her ear.

“Let’s have one drink first,” she moved away from him, “you find us a place at the bar, and I’m going to fight the crowds and pee.”

Sylvia watched him walk away, admiring his firm ass. She was amazed at how well this vacation had worked out. They had wanted this trip to light their old fires, but had never expected it to work this well. They had fucked more on their first day here than they had in months. And better. She had never wanted Tim as much as she did right now seeing him look for a place at the bar, and he had never fucked her with such unbridled passion, such a need to explode deep inside her pussy. She felt herself becoming wet as she walked out of the bar and followed the signs for the toilet. She needed to be fucked now.

“Hola bonita,” she heard a voice from behind her. It was Miguel, the hot masseur who had thoroughly massaged the insides of her pussy with his massive cock earlier in the day. He was wearing tight jeans and her eyes immediately moved down to his crotch. He leaned toward her to give her a friendly kiss, and pulled her toward an opening on the dance floor. She hesitated for a moment, but his earthy aroma, his firm hand on her ass and the memory of his huge cock inside her made her go along with him.

“Dance one dance with me,” he pleaded, pressing her soft breasts into his muscular chest. Sylvia turned to see if Tim had noticed, but he was deep in conversation with a gorgeous Mexicana with long hair, perky tits, and a tight ass shrink-wrapped in pants she would have to peel off.

“Not Tim’s type,” thought Sylvia remembering how much Tim enjoyed sucking her melons, ‘not unless Mexico has changed him as much as it has changed me.”

She felt Miguel’s large hands feel under her skirt and under her panties. She gasped, but knew no one was looking.

“You are even wetter now than when I fucked you this afternoon,” he said running his index finger from her sweaty asshole to her juicy cunt, “Did your husband fuck you as well.”

She moaned as his finger dipped into her pussy, right there on the dance floor, with a hundred other bodies.

“Tell beylikdüzü rus escort me what he did to you,” he whispered in her ear, allowing his tongue to run along her ear lobe.

“We fucked in…”she moaned as he thrust another finger inside her, “we fucked twice… and in the shower.”

‘Did he not lick your delicious pussy first?” She loved the way he pronounced that word, “pooooseeee” with all the vowels stretched wide like her cunt right now.

“Oh yes, he made me cum with his tongue,” she revealed.

“And just thinking of it makes your pussy throb, doesn’t it?”

This time when she turned to find Tim, he was looking at her. The Mexican girl’s hand was on his thigh. Moving toward his crotch – they were both smiling.

“Don’t worry about your husband, Ana will take good care of him. Right now, we have to take care of this,” he removed his fingers from her flowing, aromatic cunt and brought it up to his lips. He then grabbed her hand and led her off the dance floor and out of the club onto the beach.

She felt her feet sink into the soft sand as he led her away from the club to a row of palm trees. She admired his muscular body in the moonlight. When he felt they were far enough from the crowd, he pressed her roughly against a tree and clamped his soft lips on her mouth. The pressure of his soft lips and his hard cock combined to drive Sylvia mad – she wanted to fuck right there, on the beach, outdoors, under the stars and the moon. She felt his hands push her skirt up and with one dramatic tug, he ripped her drenched panties off.

She immediately felt the night breeze cooling her exposed, shaved pussy.

“Hmmm…yes, take me,” she moaned loudly into the night.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Anything…just do it now,” she replied, feeling an urgency build in her crotch as she pressed it against his massive erection, still hidden in his pants. She wrapped her legs around his hips and bounced her hips so that she could rub it with her naked pussy.

“You want that, you want my cock?”

“Mmmmm, please,”

“Say it..say you want my cock,”

“Please, give me your cock.”

“Say, ‘por favor, Miguel, put your cock deep in my pussy”

She put her mouth next to his ear, “Por favor, Miguel,” she stuck her tongue into his ear and then bit his earlobe, “fuck me with that cock now before I explode.”

The sound of her begging him in her own language was all Miguel could stand. He let her feet touch the ground as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them off in one move. She was shocked that he was wearing nothing under them. She was even more shocked by the immense length of his porn star cock.

Before she could admire his shaft length, he lifted her up and impaled her wide-open, sopping wet cunt with it. She wrapped her legs around his solid hips and threw her head back so that her massive tits thrust into his face.

She screamed in pleasure and pain as he ripped into her. She bounced up and down his entire length, her boobs slapping his chin with every thrust. He pushed the dress fabric down with his teeth and took one in his mouth and sucked her until she yelped.

“Ooooh, you are fucking me so hard, I think you might rip something,” she moaned.

His only response was to bite down hard on her long nipple. But he knew he could not support her for long. He eased her body down and turned her around. He admired her shapely ass, running his hands on her lovely, smooth white skin. Her porcelain skin almost glowed in the moonlight and he noticed the glimmer added by her pussy juices that had dripped down toward her exposed asshole.

“Don’t stop, Miguel, por favor, keep fucking me, I am so close,” she said, her hands automatically diving down past her sparse pubic hair to tug at her erect clitoris.

Instead he shoved his finger into her open cunt, and brought her delicious juice to his mouth again. He lapped up her syrup while she reached back and took his cock in her hands and aimed it at her waiting pussy. She positioned his cock right between her outer labia, and turned around to see him lick her juices off his fingers. The taste made him throb and she felt his cock head jump at her opening.

“Por favor…Miguel, por fa…” she lost the last syllable as he thrust deep into her, spearing her womb with his massive weapon. She felt him slide it almost out of her lips, and hammer her again with his full weight. He kept this up, increasing his pace until she felt her pussy walls begin to contract.

“yes, yes…don’t stop, you’re making me…” she exploded, sloshing more juices on his well lubricated dick. He fucked her through her orgasm, enjoying the high-pitched sounds she made into the night sky as she thrust into her sensitive cunt.

She felt him throb inside her, a warning that he was going to blow his load inside her. This time she did not want his semen inside her.

“I want to taste you Miguel, shoot beylikdüzü sınırsız escort your cum in my mouth, down my throat.”

The thought of this gorgeous blonde swallowing his cream was too much for Miguel to resist. He withdrew his dripping cock from her pussy, enjoying the loud, wet squelching sound.

Immediately, she fell to her knees, rubbed him a few times on her voluminous boobs, grabbed his balls and then sucked him into her warm mouth. She wanted to make sure all his cum went into her mouth. Not only because she wanted to taste his sweet juice, but also because she did not want Tim to see any stains on her dress when she went back to him. She did not need to take him far into her mouth, he was ready.

“Your mouth is so warm, like your pussy, aaah,” he felt one of her fingers slide into his asshole. This was too much for him. He felt his nuts tighten, and then, like a freight train, his cum shot out of him and down her waiting throat. He felt her swallow immediately, which only made him cum more, in repeated jets. She let some of his white froth overflow onto her fingers. But she did not let his dick out of her mouth until she could feel it losing its hardness.

She swallowed whatever was in her mouth, “I have to go back now,” she said, standing up and licking her fingers.

“You can go, but I am keeping these,” only then did she notice he was still holding onto the ripped fabric of her shredded panties.

As she smiled, covered up her boobs, and walked back to the club, she could feel her fucked cunt exposed and amazingly yearning for her husband’s cock.

Tim was wondering what had become of his increasingly lusty wife. But he was distracted from actually worrying about that by the young Mexican beauty breathing into his ear, and even more by her delicate hand inching its way up his thighs and measuring the length of his totally extended cock.

“I have not stopped thinking about this,” here she squeezed gently, “since you made me cum in the bath,” she placed her tongue on his ear lobe, and then continued, “when I saw you touching your wife’s ass, it made me so horny, you are both such a sexy couple, so beautiful…oh, look here comes your wife,” she removed her hand from his crotch, but left it on his thigh, “she looks like she is…, how do you say in English, she is…hot and bothered.”

Sylvia did look flushed and excited. She walked up to Tim, took his drink from his hand and downed the last swallow of his margarita. Her nipples were standing up, erect under the white dress that had become increasingly transparent with her perspiration.

“Let’s dance,” Tim noticed a distinctive aroma on her, it smelled like their bed in the afternoon, it smelled of sex.

“No, I want your wife to dance with me,” Ana said, lifting her hand off Tim’s thigh and taking Sylvia’s soft hands in hers, “come with me, mi alma,” she cooed into Sylvia’s ear.

The blonde found herself being led to the middle of the floor and dancing with her third partner for the night. Ana’s swayed her body in front of Sylvia, close enough that their breasts, and occasionally hips, were touching. She could smell the sweet aroma coming off Ana’s dark hair.

“He is good, isn’t he?” Ana asked Sylvia as she ran one dark hand down the blushing cheek of the blonde.

“Who?” asked Sylvia, unsure if the Mexican girl was referring to Tim’s sexual prowess?

“I can smell Miguel’s cum on your breath, so there is no need to act so innocent with me, and if I know my stud, he fucked you hard before cumming in your mouth,” she smiled at Sylvia’s shyness, “he tastes as good as he fucks, verdad?”

Their faces were now separated by just millimeters, their lips almost touching, slowly Ana’s hand dropped down Sylvia’s neck to her shoulders and to her ample cleavage.

“Did he suck these beautiful tits?” she moved her lips to Sylvia’s and whispered, “I want to,” before running a wet tongue all around the other woman’s earlobe.

Tim could not believe what he was watching. The Mexican woman’s fingers were traveling down his wife’s body, lingering on her large boobs, and weighing them with her delicate hands. His wife’s eyes were open large, staring into the other woman’s dark, fiery eyes with a combination of shock and surprising desire. The hands traveled lower under Sylvia’s short skirt, revealing her white ass to any who were looking. Tim’s erection strained painfully in his pants and he could feel a pool of wetness forming on his crotch. He could not take his eyes off the erotic scene – Sylvia was responding to Ana’s touch by throwing her head back. Both women never stopped swaying sensually and Tim knew his were not the only eyes drinking in this wet dream.

He walked up to them, stood behind his wife and started dancing, most of which involved thrusting his covered shaft into her increasingly exposed butt. He noticed she wasn’t wearing panties any more and momentarily wondered when she had stripped them off and where she had put them. She turned her head and kissed him, hard and deep. She tasted off pure sex and he kissed back, pushing his tongue deep into her throat as if he wanted to lick the last remnants of this unknown flavor from her sweet, warm mouth. Ana’s hands never left Sylvia’s ass, and now she was stroking Tim’s cock as it pressed into the gap between Sylvia’s rounded butt cheeks.

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Around midnight during the December before last, one of my fuck buddies called me for sex. I promptly got dressed and drove to his apartment. Upon arriving, I was a bit taken aback to find he had two friends over playing videogames. I settled in, putting down my purse and taking off my jacket. My dude hugged me from behind and gave my pussy a firm squeeze through my sweats.

“Hey!” he shouted, causing his friends to look over towards us. He pulled down my sweats and panties in one quick motion, and I stood there bare bottomed for his friends with my bushy winter pussy exposed. I cannot explain how intense and heart-racing it is to be thrust into one of your sexual fantasies without warning. I may have stopped breathing. I could not make eye contact with them, and I must have been bright red from embarrassment and arousal.

“Why don’t you kneel in the easy chair, babe,” my dude said before walking into the kitchen to grab a beer. I obeyed and knelt backwards in his burgundy, leather, easy chair with my genitals on display for his friends.

“I think she needs her pussy played with,” my dude said, urging his friends to have their way with me. I could hear them walking towards me as my heart pounded in anticipation. They were right behind me when a gentle finger rubbed my asshole. I couldn’t help but let out a little whine of relief. Another finger or two stroked around the opening of my pussy and searched through my folds. I didn’t even realize I was biting into the chair.

“Ok, ok…” my dude said with a little disappointment, walking over to me. “Get beylikdüzü escort bayan on the floor.”

I climbed off the easy chair, still unable to make contact with the strangers that had briefly fondled my genitals. Stepping out of my bottoms, I knelt at my dude’s feet. He took his cock out, guided my head towards it, and I gratefully took him in my mouth. When in a sexual situation so intense and charged as this one, I stop thinking and go on base sexual instinct. My mind becomes narrow and intense, and I lose the careful consideration I often give to my actions. Once it occurred to me strangers were watching, I had the powerful desire to be thrown down and have each man take turns forcing himself inside me.

I can say with no vanity that I am an excellent indulgent cocksucker, and I suck with the attentiveness and eagerness of any woman. Sucking dick is a treat for me and any man that has experienced me. When I suck I try to keep as much dick in my mouth as possible at any time. I can’t get enough of a man’s girth in my mouth, and I am supremely content when a man decides he wants my throat.

After I sucked my dude good and hard, he urged me to attend to his friends who only briefly hesitated before letting me pleasure them. I couldn’t help touching myself as I took a stranger in my mouth. My pussy was a sopping mess. Surely I was ruining the carpet.

“Alright,” my dude said, signifying I should move to his other friend. Crawling on all fours, I assumed my position in front of his second friend who fed beylikdüzü evi olan escort me his dick. I couldn’t even bring myself to orgasm sucking off this complete stranger when he exploded in my mouth without warning. It’s not like in the movies where everyone stays hard until the last minute somehow, accidents happen.

I did not begrudge my new friend though, for I’m rarely happier than when I have a mouthful of sperm. I swallowed his load happily, giving his waning cock a gentle kiss after.

“Alright, bitch, back in the chair,” my dude said, and I was eager to obey. I hurried to the chair, kneeling backwards like before. My dude came up behind me, spit in his hand, and worked it into my tiny asshole before sinking himself inside me. I tried to breath and relax as he took my pale chubby butt.

“Take her mouth,” he ordered his friend who walked around to stand in front of me. He hesitated for a moment as my mouth hung open waiting for his erection. Finally I just took him in my mouth. At that point I was as close to sexual nirvana as I’ve ever been.

Pinned between two cocks and helpless to escape, I was just a small sexual object for these two men. My dude increased his depth and speed in my butt, pushing my body forward with each thrust, causing his friend to go deeper in my mouth. I snuck a hand between my legs and was quickly on my way to one of the most intense orgasms of my life. The expression “out of body experience” comes to mind as the orgasm flooded every beylikdüzü eve gelen escort nerve ending in my body and turned my mind to slush. Neither of the men fucking me slowed down to let me compose myself. I was still the little doll pinned between their cocks.

“Alright switch it up,” my dude said, removing himself from my butt and giving it a firm smack, making me coo. My dude stood in front of me and pushed his very dirty cock into my eager mouth. He knows how I love oral and being a human pocket pussy for his aggressive cock. His hands rested on the back of my head as he humped my face making me feel small, objectified, and complete.

His friend came up behind me and sunk into my loosened asshole. I started playing with myself again as the emotions became so intense. My dude fucked my mouth so aggressively that every thrust pushed me back onto his friend’s dick. There was barely anywhere for my body to go; I was truly spitroasted on two cocks. As I trembled and cried through my second mind altering orgasm, I wanted to cry, pee, and explode all at the same time.

His friend pulled out of my butt and blew a load onto my back. Male instinct, I guess. My dude grabbed me by my hair hard and guided me to the floor. He grabbed me violently by the head and proceeded to literally fuck my brains out. I have never been facefucked so ferociously in my entire life. It was like he was trying to augur my face. I couldn’t breath or think or react. He was screaming at me, telling me what a stupid pathetic bitch I was as he slammed into my throat over and over, choking me with his violent cock. He finally came, directly down my throat, and I could feel it drip down like the first sip of coffee in the morning.

After he emptied his load in me, my dude immediately grabbed up my things, yanked me by my arm, and shoved me out of his apartment bottomless. My throat ached for days afterwards, and the whole world felt a lot quieter after that night.

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Chapter 2: Curiosity

Laying Edgar gently onto the bed they shared, her thoughts drifted as she thought back upon the young man from several moments ago. How he vexed her mind! How bold he was to have walked up to her the way he had! There was no way he could have missed the babe in her arms. Fie! But all men truly must think of all women as wenches. There could be no other answer.

Wearily, she removed the tattered rag from atop her head and poured some water from the bowl into her hands for her tired face. The lukewarm water felt delicious and inviting, enlivening her to the point where she felt all of her senses re-awakening.

With her newly aroused hearing she was able to make out the low sounds of voices from the bedroom across the hall from her own. The memory of the lustful way the handsome weapons maker had gazed upon her surfaced her curiosity to a new peak. She hadn’t missed which room he’d been led to.

Therefore, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t heard these types of noises many a night, but never before had they affected her interest so much. Because she had already doffed most of her garments, she quickly donned a stout woolen cloak over her underclothes, that she could better fulfill her inquisitive nature.

Quietly she stepped out into the hallway and tiptoed to the other side, from where the noises beckoned her inner senses. Abruptly, she realized she had no idea just what it was she intended, but a pulsating in her veins and some other feeling she couldn’t quite recognize got the better of her, and she remained to eavesdrop further.

Standing right outside the door she could now make out the words coming from the voices within the room. One she felt sure was Kara, the wench who had occupied that room since before she could remember. The other was unfamiliar, although she knew who it had to be. She hadn’t missed the bronze skinned man’s choice for a wench.

Apparently, Kara was stripping him of his clothing because she was telling him what she was going to do right before she did it.

“It would be right to remove this here tunic sir,” she said in her syrupy vixen voice. “Yea, it will be well for me to feel what is beneath it, that I may heighten your pleasure. ” With that she could hear him release beylikdüzü escort a slight moan of rapture.

The more Kara said, the more curious Asha became, until she began to feel a stirring within her. Cautious for quietness, she allowed her body to sink down until she was in a sitting position, with one foot underneath her bottom.

A slight gasp escaped her lips as she did this for the slight bulge beneath her touched upon a place that had not been attended to, ever, until this very moment. Silently she thanked the heavens that hers and Kara’s were the only rooms in this hallway that were currently occupied.

Her thoughts were interrupted at a sudden increase in the noise level of Kara’s room. She was stunned when she noticed a small crack in the wooden door. With little effort, one could see what was on the other side!

Feeling only slightly guilty, she hesitantly brought her face closer and peered inside of the small crevice. She had an excellent view of the greater portion of Kara’s chamber. She was able to make out the bed quite well. Her heart quickened at the sight of Kara lying with the handsome, sand-haired man. She blinked with a start as remembrance filled her thoughts; it was hard to miss the taut muscles bulging out from the tight flesh of his thick arms. She hadn’t noticed much more than his face, at first sight. Now, she could see how much more attractive this man truly was.

Berating herself for gaping, she felt singed with a hint of an emotion similar to both guilt and confusion. Just what exactly was it she was hoping to see anyway? And what was it that was tugging at her so; what were these sensations deep within her body and what were they asking of her?

Then it dawned on her that the excitement of bearing witness to something new and exciting was why she had to stay. She couldn’t possibly leave knowing that what was about to take place was something the wenches did…something that caused such vocal eruptions night after night from countless individuals. Thinking this way increased the feelings and sensations within her now swollen depths. Unsure of what she was doing, she slowly began rocking her pelvis against the heel that was between her thighs. She esenkent escort did this while watching Kara glide her scantily clad body along that of the well-sculpted man beneath her. She could hear his earnest breath, but see confusion in his eyes despite his desires.

Kara, being rather experienced at what she was doing, did her best to calm his concerns. “Ye just leave this to me and this will be a night ye will never forget!” she said in a silky voice. She grabbed his mighty hands, using them to push her garments upward, sliding slowly along her firm, soft flesh, and placed them under her kirtle and upon her supple breasts.

Asha’s face reddened as she somehow could feel those strong hands roughly squeezing her own ample bosom. Though she flushed, she continued to rock. Perhaps it was the feel of the buxom blonde’s breasts between his fingertips that heightened his arousal. Whatever the cause, his manhood quickly began to swell to a mightily aroused peak. The rock hard throbbing member against Kara’s naked thighs intensely held Asha’s attention.

Moving further down his body Kara took him into her mouth, deeply. The masculine moans of pleasure caused the straw-haired wench to begin partaking in her own bodily pleasure. Asha nearly gasped again in awe as she saw the woman’s hand traveling beneath her flimsy undergarment and up in between her adept thighs.

Subconsciously Asha followed her lead and felt a sense of promise as her hand searched anxiously beneath her cloak, soon finding the luscious outskirts of her own velvety depths which dripped with wetness.

The moans inside the room allowed her to use her fingers for further exploration, without having to think too much about what she was doing. Soon, the moans began changing to slight cries of pleasure and heavier, faster breathing. Asha’s own breath quickened as she peered back into the hole and saw that no longer was Kara’s face buried near the man’s strong pelvis, but instead, their hips were pressed together, as one! As Kara’s hips lurched backward in preparation for the next active thrust, Asha nearly gasped in horror. It appeared as if that enormous appendage thrusting forth from the young man’s pelvis, tüyap escort was somehow, inside of Kara’s body, entering between her legs!

Flustered and aroused at the same time, Asha experimentally began to thrust her small fingers inside of herself. Noting the pleasurable sensations deep within, she continued, slowly at first. She soon discovered that her sensations were greatest when she quickened the pace. Closing her eyes she focused internally, and continued massaging herself on the inside. Before long, she was able to detect greater pleasure whenever she tilted her hips closer to her fingers. Moving that way allowed her to explore greater and more sensuous depths. After a few minutes she began to yearn for more and so continued, but harder and deeper and faster.

Desperately, she tried to keep pace with the couple in the room. Feeling her breath quicken in response to the pleasures shooting throughout her body, she continued as if possessed by some internal sense of purpose. Soon, with knowledge borne of pure instinct, her fingers were able to guide themselves in an almost masterful way inside of her moist, silken tulip buds. The actions created a not so quiet suckling sound to emerge from under the woolen cloak, but despite her incredible chagrin, she could not stop her motions. Breathing lightly and hastily she continued thrusting her fingers into her throbbing interior. Her hand began to hurt but she could not stop, not as long as there were sounds beckoning her from within that room!

For reasons she couldn’t begin to fathom, she forced aside any remaining shame, giving stronger, more strenuous thrusts, and plunging into the very depths of her being. Soon she became concerned that satisfaction could not be achieved when suddenly, she nearly cried out with passion, as oceans, it felt, spilled out from her parted nether lips. The spasming muscles clamped tightly around her sticky, wet fingers, and she quickly removed them, abashed.

Suddenly, she noted the silent lack of sound from the room. Cursing under quick breaths she rose awkwardly, despite her tired and recently satiated state, and without a backward glance, stumbled across the hall to her door. Back in the safety of her own musty room, Asha took her place beside young Edgar, who was just beginning to stir for his nighttime feeding. As he took her plump breast into his tiny mouth, she closed her eyes and began to doze off, guiltily dreaming of the naughty deed she had executed but moments before. As slumber finally found the lovely young woman, an enchanting smile parted her soft supple lips.

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I am a married black man, early 50’s. This is my story; a reminiscence of real thoughts, feelings and events of my life. My decision to write it was born out of a private personal need for erotic expression – an outlet for sexual frustration. My decision to share it is an extension of that expression, but not an invitation for anyone else to use it in whole or in part without permission. By the way, my name is NOT Roy Williams, nor are Rick and Tammy my old friends’ real names, for obvious reasons. But hey, you can call me Roy if you like. Thanks for reading.

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PART 2

Chapters 6-12

Chapter 6

One Small Step for a Man

“Just breathe,” I thought to myself. Those two words were the first focused thought I had been able to form since I found myself standing in my own bedroom, naked, kissing a beautiful woman, with her soft breasts and hard nipples flattened against my bare chest.

“Just…breathe,” I repeated to myself, willing myself to relax. I felt my cock begin that throb – that thing it does when it first starts toward the point of no return before I cum. I could feel it, hard, pressed against my stomach by her soft warm tummy. I could even feel the slight vibration of her body as she moaned softly into my mouth.

By mentally focusing on my breathing, I slowed my thoughts, and savored the moment without spontaneously and prematurely cumming all over myself. After all, so much had led to that moment (Please read The Sleepover-Part 1 of this series before continuing). I savored the erotic knowledge that the woman kissing my lips with hers was my friend’s fiancé. I savored the naughty fact that the very same friend was standing directly behind her, also naked, using his body to sandwich hers snuggly between us.

Oh man, was I ever savoring the moment!

Tammy rose onto the tips of her toes, allowing me to kiss her more deeply. Her movement caused her ass to push up against my right hand, which was wrapped around Rick’s erect cock. I heard Rick groan as my hand shifted. I felt his cock slide in my palm as he pressed himself up through my grip and along Tammy’s lower back. This certainly didn’t help me relax. It was clear to me in that instant, that in combination with every other aspect of this very hot situation, intentionally touching another man’s cock for the very first time is what had me on the on the edge.

By ‘porn’ standards, I admit this wasn’t a big deal at all. But this was real life – my life. For a self-identified masculine straight black man to get off on touching a dick, and admit it to himself, was a significant step beyond the psycho-sexual crap I had apparently bought into for far too long. It was true that I wouldn’t have had the courage to initiate it myself; Tammy literally held my hand and led me to this point. But there I was.

Feeling slightly emboldened, I tightened my grip on Rick’s cock and began to stroke him in time with his movements, stroking deep down to the base each time. His rhythm gradually increased – so did mine. Tammy began to rub the top of her ass back against his balls.

“Fuck,” Rick half whispered, half gasped. His breathing was ragged. He stopped fucking my hand and held tight against Tammy’s back as he took a few deep breaths.

“Ha! Tables turned – take that!” I thought to myself. Now he was the one having to focus to keep from cumming. I liked the fact that I played a part in arousing him to that degree. Apparently, my competitiveness with my former brother-in-law extended beyond the basketball court and pool hall.

Chapter 7

Going Head to Head

Tammy released my neck and slipped from between Rick and I to lay on the bed. As she did, she broke my hold on Rick’s cock, which was so erect it sprang from my hand and slapped his stomach. I’d seen it in the locker room without paying much attention, but this was the first time I had seen it hard, and it definitely had my attention. It was roughly the same size as mine, maybe a tad shorter than my 7.5″ and completely shaved with noticeably larger balls. It was impressive.

“Nice, huh?” Tammy commented as she caught me admiring her finance’s dick.

“Busted,” I thought. But I didn’t care at that point. She giggled as she spun around to lie across my bed on her stomach with her face next to both our cocks.

“Come here,” she ordered, as she reached to grab both of our dicks.

She positioned Rick and I at the edge of the bed, facing her from either side. Tammy began to stroke my cock slowly as she propped herself up on one elbow to raise her mouth to Rick’s dick. He pointed it toward her and she went down on it all the way to the base, and very slowly drew back up to the tip. The sight of her full lips dragging up the length of his cock was incredibly hot. She repeated this several times, stroking me in time with her cock sucking. Her grip on me was firm on the way down, then loose enough to provide just the right amount of friction and sensation on the way up. The perfect slow hand-job; perfect because I felt I could beylikdüzü escort bayan have stood there all night without cumming, fully aroused, enjoying both her touch and the sight of Rick’s cock in her mouth.

Tammy released my cock, shifted to her other elbow, and reached for Rick’s cock. Her hand slid effortlessly down Rick’s saliva-slicked shaft, and slowly back up again as she had done with mine. As I was hoping, she moved her lips to my cock, and came down over the head of my cock with her mouth.

“Oh Shhhit…” I heard the words escape my mouth.

The feeling was ten times better than I anticipated. Her lips were warm and soft. Her technique was flawless – smooth on the way down, more snug on the slow upstroke. I could have stood there all night, watching her lips on my cock and her hand on Rick’s. Tammy was incredible. I had seen lots of porn double blow jobs, and experienced a few clumsy ones myself, but she had skills and coordination.

She switched off twice more before flipping onto her back. She gripped both our hard-ons again and tugged us closer. Tammy pulled our cock heads to either side of her face and looked up at us with huge smile. I had shared quite a few things with Rick over the years, but I would have never guessed we’d be sharing blow jobs from his fiancé. He and I were years divorced from two sisters, and it was fair to say that neither of them were popular with either of us, and both of them absolutely hated Tammy.

“If ‘The Bitches’ could only see me now,” as she commonly referred to the exes, “this would shut them up.”

“Ha! Yeah, I bet it would!” Rick reached over and grabbed his cell phone from my night stand.

Tammy took hold of his dick again and playfully brought us both in closer so that she could lick both heads at once. She held the pose while Rick snapped a pic.

He tilted the screen towards me, before showing Tammy. She frowned and said, “I love you, but you’re a shitty photographer. Give me that!” She snatched the phone away. She was right though, it wasn’t the best pic, but it was an odd angle.

“Ok, now come in close,” she directed us as she held the phone up for an overhead selfie.

Her head was at the edge of the bed and she guided us both to one side to get her face and both cocks in the shot. Rick and I were standing hip to hip.

“Closer,” Tammy urged as she readjusted the cam position.

Rick, being taller, adjusted his stance a bit so our dicks were at the same level, and I turned toward him. He put his right arm around my shoulder, I put my left around his waist. I had not looked him the face this entire time, but I glanced over and he asked if I was ok with this. I’m pretty sure I just nodded; this was a little awkward. We squeezed in for the perfect shot, holding our cocks close to each other’s. Tammy took a shot. It was good, but she was still not satisfied.

“Get on the bed you guys,” she directed.

She had us move this way and that way until we were sitting, facing each other with our legs scissored past each other, and our cocks just inches apart.

“Perfect.” Tammy said, “Now just scoot forward and let’s get those nice boners together.”

I thought she was kidding at first, but she was insistent. Rick and I scooted our ball sacs and cocks right up against each other. Rick was apparently a grower when it came to girth, and had me beat in that aspect.

“So, bigger balls and thicker too, huh?” I thought. But I still had him beat by a good ½ inch in length though.” Yeah, I was always up for a little competition with Rick, but in this case, we very literally head to head. Any initial apprehension on my part was brief. It immediately gave way to the erotic sight my caramel brown cock standing alongside Rick’s thick white cock. The warmth of his cock against mine was amazing, as was the feeling of his shaved balls against mine. I had decided to shave my cock and balls about six months prior, after seeing it in a variety of porn. I was rewarded with heightened sensitivity during sex in general, but nothing felt as good as my hard-on and balls pressed against his at that moment.

Satisfied with our ‘pose’, Tammy grabbed her handbag and re-applied her lipstick. I don’t know why I found that arousing, but as I watched her do it, my cock twitched against Rick’s. Tammy held us together by our hard-ons, encircling as much of us as she could with her delicate fingers, each with a unique hot pink and red nail polish design. Now that was good shot — she snapped a pic *snap*. She jacked us together a few times, and we both got a bit harder *snap*. She handed the phone to Rick, then she licked *snap*, then kissed *snap*, and finally engulfed the two heads with her lips *snap*. The series of pics were awesome.

“Nice! I get a copy of those, right?” I asked Tammy as she flipped back through the images.

“Of course you do Roy sweetie, but first things first,” She said as she opened a text window and selected Rick’s ex “Mary” as a recipient. haramidere escort

“Oh no you don’t, I was kidding! Don’t you fucking dare …” Rick panicked.

He slid from between my legs and dove toward Tammy who was playing ‘keep-away’ with the phone, both of them laughing and playing as they wrestled. Rick finally got the phone away and handed it to me.

“I’m gonna take a piss, and grab some waters from the fridge, protect that with your life.” Rick hopped off the bed and went into the bathroom.

Chapter 8

Eating Pussy

“What, you’re not going to go hold Rick’s dick for him?” Tammy asked sarcastically.

I frowned at Tammy, and put the phone back on the table after discarding the draft text she began.

“Maybe you’re right, he might need my help.” I teased, as I acted like I was going to follow after him.

“Hell no you don’t! Come over here.” She patted the mattress next to her.

I laid down, and Tammy rolled on top of me. We kissed a couple of times, and I laid there looking up at her.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, “and pretty damn sexy.” She was. I felt envious of Rick, and very lucky that the two of them were willing to share this night with me.

“I bet you say that to all the naked girls in your bed,” she rolled her eyes and smiled.

“First off, you’re not a girl – you are most definitely a woman. And second, you’re not naked.” I rocked my hips and rubbed my cock against her panties to make my point.

“So, you’re just flattering me to get in my panties then?” She faked being offended. “I’ll take them off, but I’ll expect something in return.” She rolled to one side and began to ease them down over her ass.

“Something like … what?” I asked. It was a pointless question, I was prepared to do most anything.

“Something you’ll like. Deal, or no deal?” She stopped midway pulling her panties down.

“Deal, definitely.” I assured her, and she rolled to her back beside me, kicked her legs in the air and removed her panties in one quick motion.

“But, how can you be so sure I’ll like it?” I quizzed her.

“Oh, I have it on good authority that you get off on eating pussy.”

Tammy swung her leg over my chest knelt above me. Her pussy was completely shaved, and I could feel it’s smooth warmth as she settled onto my chest. She wasn’t wrong, I loved going down on women, and I was damn good at it too. But I didn’t recall discussing it with Rick, ever. Where had she heard that?

“Ah, the fine art of cunnilingus.” I commented. “And just where did you hear that?”

I looked up at her face, but I was distracted by those two firm tits, which seemed larger from below and swung forward temptingly as she leaned down and replied.

“The same place I heard you like big round titties, which is also apparently true,” she laughed. “from your ex.”

“Lisa? Bullshit, you have haven’t been talking to her, she hates your guts for dating Rick so soon after his divorce was final with her bitchy sister,” I questioned her source. There was NO way.

“Oh, believe me I know she hates me, I can’t stand that cow myself. I have no idea what you and Rick ever saw in those two cunts in the first place.” Tammy made a face as though she had a sour taste in her mouth. “I didn’t talk to your ex Roy, I read her revenge blog.”

“Her what!? What the fuck are you talking about?” I got a bad feeling.

“You didn’t know? Shit. Well, after you two split she posted a whole pile of personal shit about you online.”

“Shit, like what!?” My bad feeling was turning to anger.

“Calm down mister.” Tammy scooted her ass back so she could lean down and gave me a *peck* on the lips. “It was only spiteful crap, nobody took any of it seriously I’m sure. She’s a sad *peck* bitter *peck* excuse *peck* for a human being *smooch*.”

Mmm, Tammy’s lips could calm a wild animal. But fuck! Every time I thought I was past all the shit with my ex, some kind of crap like this seemed to surface.

“So,” I asked in a much more relaxed tone, “is it still online?”

“No sweetie, it was taken down well over a year ago. It didn’t get much traffic beyond her fucked-up circle of friends. Don’t worry about it,” she smiled as Rick came back into the room, and continued, “besides, your dick is fucking huge compared to Lisa’s description.”

Damnit! I should have been pissed. I couldn’t help wondering what else my ex said. But I was intent on enjoying the current situation. Still, I was curious.

“Rick, did you know about Lisa’s blog?” I asked.

“Uh? Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. Typical Lisa crap – no worries mate!” Rick faked an Australian accent and laughed very nervously as he took a seat in the chair by my bedside. Or was it an English accent? Who the hell knew, it was so bad it was hard to tell. He was holding something back though, guys don’t lie worth shit.

“Knock off that cheesy accent!” Tammy threw a pillow at him, which he caught seks hikayeleri and propped behind his head as he settled in.

“So, when does the show begin?” Rick asked with a huge grin.

“Right now,” Tammy said, and she lifted herself up onto all fours above me, and re-straddled me with her clean-shaven vagina hovering directly over my face.

“So Roy, do you or don’t you like eating pussy?”

I answered her by extending my tongue and lifting my face toward her smooth pussy. Tammy’s scent was intoxicating. A hint of perfume, the lingering fragrance of leather from her skirt, and the warm scent of her pussy combined in a way that affected me on a deep physical level. I first pressed my rigid tongue deep into her and tasted her, before beginning a gradual progression of licking, lapping, kissing, sucking, and flicking.

I combined these with lots of up, down, left and right lip action with periodic humming and moaning. The moaning wasn’t a technique, it was my reaction to the thought, feel and taste of eating Tammy’s pussy, her light touch as she reached back now and then to tease the sides of my cock with her fingernails, and the knowledge that only few feet away, Rick was watching.

It took about five very enjoyable minutes or so to decode Tammy’s ‘combination’: Long flat tongue swipe up, followed with a stiff tongue tip pressed against the hood as I encircled it with my lips, sucked the clit just inside, and flicked it lightly while humming or moaning. Repeat. All while slowly running my hands from her hips up her sides to her soft breasts, and back down to her ass, pausing to tweak one or the other stiff nipple every so often, but not both at once.

First, I felt her breathing stop with a sudden gasp. Followed quickly by a subtle lurch of the bed as her body stiffened. She quickly lifted herself off my face.

“Oh my god, oh my god. So good – not yet, not yet,” she was breathless. “You need to teach to Rick how to do that, oh my fucking god.”

As she was catching her breath, I couldn’t resist blowing air across her clit, making her squeal.

“Oh, you bastard!” she teased, “Take this!” She lowered her ass onto my face.

I wondered if she thought this was some sort of punishment; if so, boy was she wrong. I loved eating ass almost as much as pussy, and after a few licks for moisture, I spread her cheeks and probed the stiffened tip of my tongue into her tight butthole.

“Yes Roy, yes,” she gasped. “Lick me deep baby. Lisa’s blog said you were an ‘ass-eating motherfucker,’ I thought she was just being vindictive, but holy crap. Uh, yeah…”

There it was again, that fucking blog, “What the hell?” I thought. But I remained undistracted from the perfect ass I had on my face. And then it was gone. With the agility of a gymnast, Tammy flipped around into a 69 position on top of me, and lowered her pussy to my face once again.

Chapter 9

Sixty-Nine + 1

I sank my tongue back into her wetness, and began again working her the way she liked, inverse now that she was turned around. That took a little mental concentration, and Tammy’s hands and mouth on my cock didn’t help with that. She was merciful, however, and pleasured me slowly. I had no doubt this woman could make me cum in seconds if she wanted.

I ran my hands up and down her sides and back down to her ass, again tweaking her nipples one at a time on each trip. We kept this up for a while before I felt the bed shift slightly. With both my vision and hearing somewhat compromised by my position, as best I could tell was that Rick had joined us. I was sure of it when my hand touched his as he was cupping her breasts. Tammy let my cock go and sat upright, and I knew the two of them were kissing. Tammy leaned forward again and we resumed our 69 as I felt the bed settle near my feet where Rick positioned himself. “He must have a great view” I thought to myself.

Tammy began to work my cock and balls again as I began to focus on getting her back to the edge of orgasm again. My efforts distracted her from my cock as she rocked her hips and ground my lips and tongue. At one point I felt her bracing herself with both hands on my legs. I knew it had to be Rick then who was touching my balls and jacking me at least part of the time. I was OK with that, in fact it was pretty hot, and I started to focus on her clit and pull her down hard onto my face, which really got her going.

Tammy started sucking me deeper and moaning on my cock; she would pull off for a second to say “Oh fuck yeah” or “Ooo yeah” and go back to sucking.

Both her hands were still on my legs and Rick continued to massage my balls and hold my cock while she sucked. Tammy really started to moan on my cock and tensed up when I hit the right spot, so I went for it and licked her harder.

She rocked back on my face. We got the right angle and she started repeating “Oh fuck, make me cum, make me cum.”

I was in the zone. Rick jacked my dick a few times, then stopped. Tammy’s moaning grew louder; her “Oh fuck!” changed to “Yes, yes!” and for a moment I thought about my neighbors complaining about the noise (a random non-sex thought that we laughed about later). That thought disappeared after I felt my cock being sucked again. It took a second or two for my brain to register the fact that Tammy was still moaning loudly; It had to be Rick sucking me.

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1

The young schoolboy lay back in the bath, entirely relaxed. The hot, steaming water enveloped his firm, slender yet muscular frame, the white foam making little islands of his knees, his slumbering penis and his head as he lay back, closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Jonathan could still feel a tingling running through his body from the morning’s encounter with Lucy, the daughter of his father’s new fiancée. It was the first day of the Christmas Vacation – his last ever Christmas vacation while at school – and his father and his father’s soon-to-be-bride Emma were at work, leaving the two young teenagers at home.

At almost the earliest opportunity that day, the tender young redhead had slipped into his bed and after having her wicked way with him, she had announced that some of her school friends would be coming around to sample his delights.

Lying in that bath, he wondered what would happen that day. His feelings were confused: he was very excited at the prospect of spending the day fooling around with a few schoolgirls, but the apparent ease at which Lucy would share him had surprised him a little. Didn’t she want him just for herself? If not, why not? Wasn’t he good enough?

What was he feeling? Did he love Lucy? To think that she might not love him did hurt him slightly deep down: it made him feel empty inside. But was it really love he felt? He had never really had a girlfriend before, so he couldn’t determine the limits where lust became love.

He breathed in the humid air of the bathroom, which smelled of the peach bath foam he had in his bathwater. Perhaps it would be less complicated if he and Lucy didn’t love each other. They could be like brother and sister, except with a little more spark between them.

He tried not to worry about it, and went about washing himself, cleaning off the sweat and other emissions from the morning’s exertions.

“Jonny,” Lucy popped her head around the bathroom door just as he was getting out of the bath, and she got a real eyeful, “they’re here!”

“Oh,” he said, pulling a large red towel in front of him.

“They’re sitting downstairs waiting for you,” she said, a glimmer of fire in her eyes as she slipped into the bathroom and put one of her little hands around his damp genitals. “Mmm…nice and clean…” After her shower, Lucy had changed into a pair of tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt that clung to her girlish figure revealing every curve.

“I’ll just put on a few clothes,” he said, before kissing her offered lips.

“Why don’t you just come down like this,” she said with an impish grin. “It’ll save time.”

He stepped away from her and fastened the towel around his stirring loins. “No, I think I’ll feel more comfortable in front of strangers if I have a few things to cover me.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, kissing him again. “We’ll be waiting for you – a row of little wet pussies for you to check out.”

At that, Jonathan felt his manhood blossom into full rigidity under the towel. When Lucy went back downstairs, he quickly went to his room to find some clothes.

2

When Jonathan came down the stairs, he felt as though he were descending onto a stage to present an Oscar – all eyes were on him, and he felt more than a little nervous. Four girls including Lucy: all of a similar size to the young redhead and all obviously from her school class. Other than Lucy, there were two blondes and a black haired girl. One of the blondes had very long hair in a long ponytail that dropped down her back. The dark-haired girl and the other blonde had bells of hair that dropped to their shoulders.

All three girls were very pretty, and Jonathan found it a little hard to believe that Lucy wanted him to fool around with them. They seemed to be looking at him appreciatively, so he felt a little confidence return.

“Ah, there you are, Jonny,” Lucy said as he came down to them. “Allow me to introduce Penny, Anna and Francesca.”

“Hi,” said Jonathan, and all three girls smiled at him nervously.

“Oh, and there’s beer in the refrigerator.”

Jonny smiled – thank the Lord for liberal convenience store owners and fake IDs.

He looked at Lucy’s three friends sitting on the couch. Penny was the dark haired girl. She was dressed in a faded red t-shirt with yellow lettering proclaiming some kind of Caribbean resort she must have visited long ago, and a very small pair of denim hot pants, which showed a whole load of smooth coltish legs. She had jet black eyes that gave her sweet face a devilish wickedness along with her nervous smile, as well as quite a serious look.

Penny seemed to be younger than Lucy – in fact all three of them seemed much younger than the ginger schoolgirl, but Jonathan knew they were all friends, so the apparent age difference was probably more than the real. Girls developed at different speeds – he knew that from biology lessons.

Anna was the blonde with shorter hair. She was easily the most confident, she beylikdüzü escort bayan looked at Jonathan with obvious lust in her expression, and seemed to be trying to catch his eye by crossing her tanned legs to let her short turquoise skirt ride up and give him a glimpse of her little black panties beneath. Jonathan kept his eyes on hers when he looked at her, still wanting to give a good impression.

He did flick his gaze briefly down to her chest, however, which was fuller than those of Anna’s school friends. Trapped snugly beneath a white tank top that left her navel and nicely flat stomach exposed, her breasts had a nice roundness to them, the kind of pert abundance that made him want to hold them and touch them, to feel their warmth and softness.

Anna loved every minute of his attention, and thrust her chest out to ensnare his gaze. Yet Jonathan turned to look at the third girl, Francesca. Out of all of them there – possibly even Lucy included, little Francesca was the prettiest and the most enticing to him. She was very petite, but the volume of her blonde hair seemed to compensate as it flowed down her back in a long ponytail. She was a shy one, and as he looked at her, she nervously grasped the end of her ponytail and began to fiddle with it.

Francesca had the most delectable face Jonathan had ever seen. Sharp, like a cat, she had quite high cheekbones, a small button nose and similarly diminutive mouth that was so tender and pink, that he longed to kiss her. But it was her large blue eyes that got him hooked – they seemed to burn into his very soul until they bashfully dropped to her lap. Like all of the others, she was wearing no shoes – the girls had obviously made themselves comfortable while waiting for him, what with the beers as well.

“How are we going to do this?” Jonathan asked Lucy, his whole body trembling with nerves as though he had to get up in front of his entire school and give a speech.

“The plan’s quite simple,” said the young redhead, smiling wickedly, “we have all day to do whatever we want to with you.”

“Okay,” he said, “but before any of that, we have to close all the curtains in the house and double-bolt all the doors – don’t want anyone peeking or accidentally coming in.”

“Right, come on girls, you heard him!” Anna said, up like a flash, obviously unable to wait for the fun to begin.

The four girls scampered around the house pulling down blinds and drawing curtains on both floors, and the snap of the bolts was heard as the front and back doors and the French windows were locked. As they did so, they all grabbed beers from the kitchen and started drinking.

Jonathan wandered around making sure everywhere was closed off to the outside. As he did so, he watched the girls – Anna, the brash blonde flaunting her figure as much as possible; Penny with her smouldering good looks who walked up behind him and patted his behind cheekily, her serious expression cracking into a sweet grin as she raised her eyebrows in mischievous reference to what they’d be doing together some time soon; Lucy, who had an air of confidence about her that came from having already had her wicked way with him, a fact which had gone into her apparent role as group leader; and finally sweet little Francesca, who shied away from his gaze and blushed at his attention, her curves hidden beneath fairly baggy clothing.

He acted calmly, taking deep breaths as he strolled around the two floors of the house, but deep inside, his heart was fluttering like the wings of a butterfly: he felt as though it was Christmas morning. He grabbed his own beer before heading back to the living room, but noticed that the four girls had already got through a number of cans: there were empties in the bin. Jonathan thought it would be best if he didn’t drink too much – his friends had told a number of funny stories about guys they knew getting ‘brewer’s droop’, and it was something Jonny could do without in front of four giggly schoolgirls.

“All set!” Anna called, and the four girls all returned to the living room armchair and couch.

Jonathan sank down in the armchair next to Lucy and opposite the couch that supported her three friends. He’d never been in the company of so many girls of his own age group before, and it was slightly intimidating.

“So,” he said, his voice portraying complete composure, “what do you want me to do?”

Lucy was the first to speak, though it seemed as though Anna was going to try and put in a word first. The blonde deferred to the redhead, however, showing where the power in this group lay. Lucy lived here, it was Lucy’s choice to share the son of her mother’s new fiancé with her school friends and it was Lucy who already had the key to Jonathan’s sexuality: so Lucy was very much in charge.

“Okay,” she said, as though she were Solomon passing judgement, “here’s how it’s going to work…” all eyes were on her as she announced: “we’re all going to take beylikdüzü escort turns. When it is your turn, you can ask anyone here a question – any question – and they have to answer. Then you can tell someone to do something – and they have to do it. Got it?”

Lucy looked around the group: the three other girls and Jonathan quietly nodded. Jonathan felt his heart quiver again at the realisation that most of them would probably be demanding he do something or other.

“Okay,” said the young redhead, “a couple of ground rules: you can tell someone to take off an article of clothing, but not all of them – each article is one demand – and you can’t tell anyone to take off something that is obstructed by another piece of clothing. You cannot tell someone to do anything with you – it has to be something on either themselves or someone else. Oh, and finally, you can either ask a question first or make your demand before you ask your question – it’s up to you. Everyone understand?”

They all nodded, and Jonathan felt an involuntary shiver shoot down his spine.

“Right,” said Lucy, “then we’ll start to my left: Penny.”

3

Penny smiled at Jonathan, then took a quick glance around the group, her dark eyes seeking out her friends and their expectant faces all looking back at her.

“My question is to Jonny,” she said, looking straight at him with clear lust in her eyes. The other girls also focussed on him. He felt himself flush, his face burning as they looked at him and the raven-haired schoolgirl asked him: “do you masturbate?”

There was a quiet giggle from Anna, seemingly as much from the sudden bluntness of her friend’s question than from the possibility that Jonathan would touch himself. Jonathan looked around the room, trying not to blush too obviously. Hell, there was no point being shy in this situation.

“Yes,” he replied simply. He knew for a fact that Lucy masturbated – he had caught her touching herself when she had crept into his room. So where was the shame in the fact that he relieved himself every now and then?

The girls all smiled at each other and giggled, and Penny asked: “how often?”

“No, no, no…” Lucy wagged her finger at her friend, “you only get one question – that’s the rule.”

“Oh, but he hardly said anything,” the black-haired girl whined.

“Then you’ll have to ask a more leading question next time, won’t you? Go on, make your demand.”

Penny pouted and folded her arms. “Take off your shirt, Jonny,” she said, and sat back against the back of the couch.

Jonathan unbuttoned his shirt slowly, feeling their eyes on him every bit of the way, then pulled it off and dropped it behind him. Anna let out a quiet wolf whistle, and the others let out little noises of admiration or excitement. He felt the cool breeze on his bare shoulders and wished he had put on more clothes. With four of them against him, he’d be naked before the end of the round. He was a little annoyed that he hadn’t even put on socks – that was two items he was down by already.

Anna’s turn. The blonde took a swig of beer, then leaned forwards, perching her behind on the edge of the couch. “I want Jonny to kiss Penny on the lips,” she said, surprising everyone a little, even though it was a logical question for someone as bouncey as Anna to ask. “Go on, cheer her up after you disappointed her,” Anna grinned and sat back, showing him more than a little of her black underwear under that short skirt.

Jonny swallowed a mouthful of beer before getting up, a burst of adrenaline swamping his bloodstream. He looked briefly at Lucy, who raised her eyebrows in a silent order for him to comply with Anna’s demand, and he nodded and sank down to his knees in front of the little dark-haired beauty. He looked her straight in the eye, fire burning between their stares, and leaned forwards towards her mouth. She met him halfway, leaning into him, and their soft lips met, Jonny’s hands reaching gently behind her head to pull her to his kiss. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was a good start. Penny had a sweet fragrance, and was so very warm against him. It was a shame to break up, but as Lucy and Anna whooped at the first intimate moment, it wasn’t time for lingering yet.

“My question,” Anna reminded them as Jonny returned to his seat and Penny looked at him with wonder in her eyes.

“Go on,” Lucy said, acting out her role as umpire.

“Jonny,” the blonde gave him a fiendish grin that made him dread what was coming, “how would you feel if I told you all four of us are on the pill now just so we can fool around with you?”

Lucy and Penny chuckled as Jonathan looked at them all, his eyes wide in surprise. Looking over at Francesca, the petite blonde was flushed quite scarlet, which was as good a confirmation that Anna spoke the truth that he needed. What a day this was going to be.

“Go on,” said Lucy sipping from her can, “answer the question.”

How bahçeşehir escort did he feel? His penis was immensely hard – he was glad to be wearing jeans that covered it up a little. “Uh…” he said and Anna and Penny looked at each other and giggled. “Uh…excited…I guess…”

Francesca’s turn: the shy blonde fiddled with the end of her ponytail, her eyes nervously flicking up to glance at Lucy or Jonny as she thought out what she was going to do. She blushed again, and said, “I want to ask Lucy whether she’s ever had an orgasm.”

Francesca’s voice was quiet, soft and a clear soprano, she sounded a little like a mouse might if it could talk. Jonathan found her completely bewitching, but as she sat back, hoping that everyone’s attention would now switch to Lucy, she seemed a little horrified that Jonny was still looking at her.

“Of course,” said Lucy, and much to Francesca’s relief, everyone looked at her and laughed and the attention was very much on the redhead. “Jonny’s given me absolutely loads,” the host of the occasion smiled at Jonathan as the girls all cheered and giggled. “Frannie, make your demand,” she reminded her shy friend.

“Okay,” Francesca said, “I want Anna to take off her skirt – she’s obviously dying to show Jonny her underwear already.”

The girls all shrieked with laughter except Anna, who for once seemed a little taken aback. “Hey,” she said, “you can’t do that…”

Francesca was quietly smirking at her bold friend. Jonny couldn’t help but laugh – the shy blonde certainly had a sharp edge of wit in her. Anna feigned timidity as she stood up and slipped her short skirt down her thighs and over her knees to reveal her black cotton panties that were fairly plain and simple, but nevertheless made Jonny’s heart rate soar.

The blonde sat back down and crossed her legs to attempt to regain a little dignity, but she was obviously loving every moment of showing off her undoubtedly fine figure, as Jonathan could tell from meeting her gaze.

“Jonny, your go,” Lucy announced.

“Oh,” he said, for some reason having assumed he would be left out of having turns, to be an object for the girls to use. “Oh, right…uh…I’ll ask…uh…Penny…how many people have you ever slept with?” he flushed a little again, and was a little irritated with himself that he did. That would do no good if he kept doing it.

“You’ll be my second, hopefully,” the intelligent dark-haired girl beamed as her friends chuckled. Jonathan felt an explosion of heat within his stomach. It really was going to happen. These girls all really wanted to use him completely – it was unbelievable.

He took a deep breath and tried to deal with his intense feelings. “Okay,” he said, “I want Lucy to take her top off.” He felt safest asking Lucy to do something, and no one objected. The young redhead peeled off her t-shirt to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Was this all part of her plan? It certainly seemed to break the icy atmosphere in there as she casually tossed her t-shirt over her shoulder and did nothing to conceal the soft swells of her breasts nor the stiff little pink peaks.

Jonathan felt his cock pressing against his unforgiving jeans as the daughter of his father’s new fiancée smiled at him and relaxed back in her chair, her sweet teenage cleavage fully on show.

“My turn,” said the topless redhead as though she were about to start some kind of Machiavellian conspiracy. “I want to know if the thought of making love to Jonny makes Frannie wet between her legs.”

The room fell silent after a horrified gasp from Francesca. Jonathan felt his ears burn – Lucy must have picked up some kind of body language between the shy blonde and himself and was now stirring away. He looked at the redhead and gave her a mock grimace, which she responded to with a quiet wink, as though telling him that she could read him like a book.

“Go on Frannie,” Anna nudged her friend, “answer.”

The blonde looked straight down at the beer can she clutched, hiding away from the watching eyes.

“Come on Frannie,” Lucy said softly, trying to pull her friend out of her shell, “we’re all in this together now. None of this goes beyond the walls of this house: no one else’ll know about it.”

The blonde looked up at Lucy and nodded quietly. “Okay,” she said, “I’ll answer.”

Jonathan gulped, and put his hands together over his mouth as a kind of protective measure. Why did he feel this way about this sweet little blonde? It was more than how he had felt about Lucy, it actually altered his metabolism just to look at her. He reached down, picked up his nearly empty beer can and finished it off.

Francesca took a deep breath, holding her knees together as though she were a nun at a Chippendales show, and said: “yes, it does make me wet between my legs to imagine making love to Jonny. Very wet.”

4

Francesca looked at Jonny and blushed again, deeper than before, and there was a slight uncertainty to her expression as though she was wondering if she had gone too far. This time, however, though she covered her mouth with her hand nervously, she stuck her ground and didn’t shy away from his eyes. Jonny smiled at her, and she smiled back, melting his insides.

“Now I want to find out what Jonny thought of that,” Lucy said. “Jonny, take off your jeans.”

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My ex-fiance had been planning a trip up here for months, and last weekend was the the planned trip. But before I get too far into that, maybe I should let you know about our past. Katie was the love of my life for 2 years. We were engaged to be married, but she lived half way across the country. Eventually, she left me and it was over, but we stayed in touch, and stayed very close friends. When I went down to see her two years ago we both had thoughts of doings things, but neither acted on them. Now she was coming up for the weekend. Neither of us said a thing about it, but I sure as hell intended to act on my desires this time around. As I came to find out, she had the same plans.

As for looks, well there could be no doubt in anyone’s mind why I still loved her. She is about 5’4” with long, blonde hair. Her blue eyes were like a window to a distant sea; power and beauty beyond contamination. To say that she was well endowed would be a gross understatement, and she had nipples that just begged to be sucked.

What she ever saw in me, I’ll never know. I wouldn’t say that I am ugly, but I’m nothing more than average looking. Standing 6 feet tall, I have the build of a football player, plus a little extra. I am a big guy, strong, but not ripped. About the only thing about my looks that I would consider to be above average would be my cock, which measures out to be a lengthy 9 ½ inches long, and a good 3 inches thick.

So she had planned this trip for a few months now, she was staying with me, for a weekend, before going to visit some family a few hours north of me, and then coming back here at the end of the week, to spend another weekend with me before flying back home. Little did she know, I had been planning one hell of a visit ever since she finalized the plans. I had arranged for no one else to be around for two weeks starting the Wednesday before she got here, giving me plenty of time to set things up. The entire downstairs of my house was like my own apartment, and I intended to use all of it. There were two beds, mine, and a spare one for guests. Both beds were set up with straps, chains, and a few toys. All were kept hidden from view of course, lest she figure out my plans before I had a chance to make my move. It was Friday, and I only had one thing left to do before going to pick her up at the airport. I have a bar in the downstairs of my house, and I intended for it to be fully stocked before she got here. She told me years ago that she gets horny when she gets drunk, and well, if my advances toward her didn’t go as planned, I might have to get her a little tipsy and try again.

It was noon and I couldn’t believe that in less than an hour my angel was going to be getting off a plane, and heading home with me. I went over the checklist in my head real quick as I drove to the airport. Everything should be ready for our wild weekend. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her round the corner in the terminal. There she was, she saw me and began to run a little. Apparently she was looking forward to this weekend too. I would have never guessed how much she was looking forward to this.

We embraced in a friendly hug, and already I wasn’t sure I could wait. Having her in my arms, so close to me was driving me crazy. Her tits pressed firmly against my chest, the smell of her hair filling my nose. I thought of a quick grab at her ass, but quickly decided against it. I was already getting hard, and grabbing her ass was only going to make it even harder to hide my excitement.

“I’ve missed you,” she said softly, as we let go of each other finally. Damn, even her voice still turns me on. If she glances down just once, there will be no hiding it.

“That makes two of us babes.” Babes..I used to call her that all the time. I wonder if she even remembers anymore. “How much luggage do you have?” I asked her, starting to walk toward the baggage claim area.

“Just 2 bags, and this,” she said picking up the small carry on she had dropped when we hugged. “How long is it to your place? I can’t wait to just relax, and catch up.” What was that? she smiled, but it looked like more, like she has something up her sleeves. No it’s just my damned head confusing me.

“Just about a half hour. I still can’t believe you got a flight into this airport, It’s supposed to be near impossible.” She pointed out her two bags, which I quickly picked up, for her. She went to grab one, but I started walking away. “I’ll carry them, don’t worry, lets go.” I need to carry them, they are my only hope of hiding this hard-on until I can make an adjustment.

The drive home was uneventful. We talked about her job, and how she had gotten such hell for taking this time off. “But I wasn’t about to let anyone take this week away from me,” she said with a smile. By the time we got back to my place, she looked exhausted, so I brought her stuff in, showed her the bed she’d be sleeping in, and suggested she rest for a little bit.

She was reluctant to waste the first few hours of her visit sleeping, but as soon as she lay on the bed, she fell right to sleep. I sat there for an hour, just staring at her. This was my angel, The woman of my dreams, just a few escort beylikdüzü feet away from me. After a while, I got up and went to my own room to hop on my laptop and check my email. There was an email from one of my best friends Kari.

Kari was a great friend, and she was more. She and I had bonded over the last few years, and quickly got to a ‘friends with benefits’ kind of friendship. She was about the same height as Katie, with light brown hair and green eyes. Not as busty as Katie, but damn what an ass! Kari had the kind of ass that just screamed “Fuck Me”!

I opened the Email, and was greeted first by a picture of Kari, completely naked, spread eagle with a vibrator stuck in her ass. I was instantly hard once again. Before I continued, I went and checked on Katie. Still asleep in the bed, I closed the door, and went back to the email, undoing my pants as I went. I sat down on my bed in front of my laptop, with my cock in my hand, and just stared at the picture. I scrolled down to read the email, while I slowly starting stroking my cock. The email said only one thing. ‘Call me when you get this!’

I reached for the phone, and called her immediately, my cock still in my hands. “Hello” came her voice when she picked up. I thought I heard cars nearby.

“Hey sexy, what’s up?”

“Mmmm, you I hope.”

“Oh yeah,” I asked with a questioning tone to my voice. I didn’t have to wonder where this was leading. “Why’s that?” I was playing with her, and she knew. I always liked to make her say it.

“Because I have a surprise for you stud.” A surprise? Hmm..I wonder what she has in store?

I started stroking my cock again, and continued. “Well, you know I love surprises, especially when they require me to be ‘up’.” She chuckled at that, and inquired to whether or not that requirement was being met. “Mmm..well, as a matter of fact, I happen to have a nice hard cock right here in my hand. Will that be enough to satisfy?” It hit me that Katie was still in the other room, so if this was going to be done, it needed to be quiet, and quick.

“Well, we will certainly find out in about five minutes.” I could almost see the smile on her face. Wait a minute! We’ll find out in about 5 minutes..thats what she just said. What does she mean by that?

“Whats in five minutes?” I asked, honestly a bit puzzled about the answer.

“Well thats the surprise baby.” She paused for a moment. “I’m only a few minutes away from your house!” What?!?!?! She lives in Tennessee…how could she possibly be here? She can’t be here now. Katie is in the other room. “…It’s going to feel so good.” I was snapped back to the conversation. “Baby, I have been waiting for this for so long.” A knock came at the door to the house. Shit! that can’t be her already can it? Fuck, what am I gonna do? “Baby? Aren’t you going to come to the door and find out what your surprise is?”

Shit, I guess I can’t leave her out there. “Sure, hold on a second.” I Hung up and went to the door. I opened the door, and was immediately embraced by Kari, and welcomed to a very passionate kiss.

“Hmm..Is this for me baby?” She asked looking down at me. Suddenly with a bit of a panic I realized that in all the confusion, I never bothered to stuff my cock back into my pants, and so there it was, pointing at her. She reached down and grabbed a hold of it, giving it a light squeeze. She made one of the cutest little look on her face, as though she was thinking real hard. “Yup, I think this will do nicely,” she exclaimed, as she began to walk down the stairs, pulling my cock with her.

“Uh..Kari..” Shit, how do I tell her this? “Babe…I uh…kinda have company right now.”

“Oh really? What kind of company?” She had that devilish smile on her face as she continued toward my room. She stopped when she saw that the guest room door was closed. “Hmm..Could the company be in here?” She laughed as she opened the door and peered in. “Oh my..is that Katie in there?” She opened the door all the way, and stepped in, still pulling me by my cock behind her. She pulled me right over next to the bed, and turned around, with the same devilish smile on her face. “Oh my. Look at this.” She pointed down to Katie asleep on the bed. “Well, since she is asleep, I hope she won’t mind us using the room for a little while.” With that, she dropped to her knees in front of me, pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankle, and smiled up at me.

“Baby..we can’t do this now…not here…” I was stuttering. My mind was saying “no”, but my voice didn’t seem to confident in that. And my cock was definitely not agreeing.

She obviously didn’t seem to care what I was saying. She looked to her side, seeing Katie’s face just inches from hers, then looked back up at me. Without saying a word, she leaned forward and licked the head of my cock. She never took her eyes off of mine when she quickly began to slide my cock into her mouth. Being as big as I am, most women can’t fit all of it in their mouth, and most have a hard time getting used to it’s girth as well. Kari was no exception as far as the length came. She never could fit all of me. But having done this gürpınar escort many time before for me, She was well used to the thickness by now.

As my cock reached the back of her mouth, she began to suck lightly. Moving her mouth back and forth just a little bit, her tongue dancing around my shaft inside her mouth. Any chance of me fighting it went out the door. Her hands came up from her sides. One wrapped around the base, and began to stroke it slowly, while the other began to massage my balls. I started to moan, but quickly stopped, looking over at Katie. Kari didn’t miss a beat. She quickly starting moaning around my cock. Knowing that I was trying to be quiet only egged her on. She moaned as loud as she could while bobbing back and forth on my cock.

The vibrations around my cock were too much to handle, and I lost control. I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to somehow stop myself from moaning. I don’t know how long I stood there like that, but it had to be about 10 minutes. That is when the unexpected happened. My eyes shot open when I realized that I felt a mouth on my balls. I looked down to see that Katie had woken up, and without a word, had joined Kari. There before my eyes, was two beautiful girls, having their way with my cock. Kari expertly sucking my cock, and Katie greedily feeding upon my balls. When Katie looked up into my eyes, I lost it. I moaned, quite loudly, and erupted. Cum began shooting into Kari’s mouth. Startled by this, she jumped just a little, causing my cock to slide deeper, past the point she could handle, and well into her throat. With my cock spasming like it was, and cum shooting out of it, she began to gag, and pulled back. Seeing her opportunity, Katie quickly grabbed hold of my cock, bringing it over to her mouth, and sucked it in. My entire body shook again, at the sight of my cock in her mouth. I had always dreamed of this, but until now, I’m not sure I ever really believed I would experience it. She took more of me into her mouth than Kari had. All but the last inch. And she sucked with all her might, trying to coax every drop out of me. Kari’s hand found it’s way back to my cock, and began to squeeze and stroke every bit she could get a hold of, milking me into Katie’s mouth. Then she pulled it out, and brought it to her own mouth trying to catch the last few drops. A pouty look grew on her face as she realized there was none left for her.

Katie turned to see the look on Kari’s face, and in response to that, she grabbed Kari by the face, and pulled her into a kiss. Seeing these two gorgeous women kissing, sharing the taste of my cum just turned me on even more. My cock never got a chance to get soft again.

I stepped back, and watched the two women making out, giving myself a chance to recharge a bit. Kari climbed up onto the bed with Katie, and the two began to get a little heavier. Katie’s hand was lifting Kari’s shirt up. When her bare breasts were exposed, I moaned. Her nipples were hard. Quickly Katie removed the shirt completely, and began to suck on Kari’s nipples. Not wanting to waste my energy, I resisted the urge to start jacking off at the sight that lay before me.

Slowly the two girls began removing article after article of clothing, until both were naked, feeling each other, and kissing all over their bodies. It didn’t take long before they locked into the most erotic sixty-nine I had ever imagined.

This was just too much for me. I stood up, and walked over to the bed, climbing up behind Kari. I was graced with one hell of a view. Katie’s tongue licking up and down Kari’s wet lips. Katie, feeling me climb onto the bed, looked up into my eyes, not bothering to take the time to stop her oral pleasuring of Kari. I moved closer, and felt Katie’s hand grasp for my cock, pulling it down closer. Expecting her to pull me into her mouth, I closed my eyes in anticipation of her warm mouth. My eyes shot open in surprise when I felt the familiar, tight feel of Kari’s wet pussy engulfing the head of my cock. I looked down, to watch as Katie steered my cock into Kari’s waiting pussy. “Mmmmmmmmm” I heard the muffled moan coming from between Katie’s thighs.

“Yea, Katie…fuck her tight hole with my cock.” I said. I remembered Katie once told me how much talking like that turned her on. “She likes feeling it all baby,” I continued. “Feed my cock to her pussy.” Katie complied, grabbing my ass, and pulling me all the way into Kari. I had intended to have my cock buried into a pussy by now, but I had expected it to be Katie’s, not Kari’s. But my GOD it felt good.

Kari’s moans were getting louder. Even the wet pussy pressed against her mouth was no longer muffling the sounds. I looked down, and suddenly realized what was getting Kari so excited. Katie was now sucking on Kari’s clit, while my cock was deep inside of her. “Mmm..Kari, you are about to get even more excited!” As I made my promise, I came through. I pulled back, slowly sliding out, until nothing but the head of my cock was inside of her. As she moaned once more, I quickly thrust forward, forcing my entire length into her fast. She screamed into Katie’s pussy, akbatı escort which only fueled all of us on more.

Kari was now lapping at Katie’s cunt, while her own was getting slammed by my cock. Knowing what Kari likes, I knew just how to work her. Knew what it would take to push her over the edge. My hand came down on her ass, slapping her. “Oooooo…baby, slap my ass!” She was really starting to get into it. She didn’t have long left. I could tell. Her pussy was starting to clamp down on me. Getting tighter and tighter. Time for the final nudge. I slammed into her harder, and slapped her ass again. This time, when My hand came down on her ass, it stayed there, and a finger quickly slipped into her. That was all it took. “AAAAAHHHH I’M CUUUMMMMMMINNNNG,” she screamed out.

Katie just lapped and licked at Kari’s cunt, as it spasmed around my cock. “Cum….oh….in….mmmm…me…baby..” Kari was breathing hard. I doubled my efforts, wanting to oblige the request. Katie was the final key to the whole thing. She licked down Kari’s slit, until her tongue found it’s way to my balls, hanging down, and swaying as I fucked Kari. Quickly she sucked them both into her mouth, and began to massage my balls with her tongue. That was all I could take, and I exploded into Kari’s cunt, sending her into another orgasm, just as she was ending the first. Having my balls emptied, seemed to spur Katie on, as she began to squirm around under Kari. I realized she was cumming as well.

Have you ever came so hard that you passed out? Well, that’s what happened to me. Last thing I remember was Katie sucking on my balls while I slammed Kari’s pussy hard. We were all cumming..and then nothing. Next thing I know, I woke up alone on the bed. Was it all a dream? I tried to roll over to see if anyone was there, only to find I could not move. My hands and feet were tied to the bed. Too excited from the dream to panic, I just strained my head forward, looking around. Sure enough, I was alone, but I was naked, and hard as a rock. What in the world is going on? Who tied me up? And where are they?

It didn’t take long for that question to be answered. I hear giggling from the other room, and then the door opened. In walked Katie and Kari, naked. “It…it wasn’t a dream?” They smiled and sat down on either side of me, Katie on the left, Carry on the right.

“No love, it wasn’t a dream.” Katie said. She leaned down and kissed me, followed by Kari doing the same. Katie looked up at Kari. “I guess we should explain huh?” Explain? Explain what?

“Yeah, I guess he is a bit confused.” Kari agreed. “Why don’t you take care of that, while I explain?” Kari pointed to my cock. Katie just smiled, wrapped her hand around the base of it, and began to stroke it slowly. “You see,” Kari began. “Katie here got in touch with me through you’re myspace page. It seems you let slip to her that we have slept together before.” I moaned when Katie’s second hand cupped my balls. “And so we got to talking,” Kari continued. “She told me about how much she wished she could fuck you. And I explained how you had confided in me, that you wanted her just as bad.” It was getting difficult to pay attention, but being very interested in this, I tried my best. “When she told me about the trip, an idea struck me.” She smiled at me. “You see, we both knew that you would be too scared to make a move on her, so we came up with a plan. I would show up, ‘out of the blue’, and get things started. And then she would simply join in.” At this point, Kari leaned down and kissed the tip of my cock, making it jump just a bit.

Katie then let go of me, and continued for Kari, as Kari began to swallow half of me. “I wasn’t about to let you get away with it again,” she explained. “And you know, as it turns out, both Kari and I were very interested in being with another woman, as well as having a threesome,” she paused. “Thing is, the only guy we were interested in having one with, was you. So I told Kari what time I’d be coming in, and told her to get here a few hours later, assuring her that I would be pretending to sleep.” She leaned down and kissed me. “I thought you had caught me for sure, when you sat there and watched me sleep for so long. I was sure you knew I was faking.”

I was getting dangerously close to cumming once again. Kari must have sensed this, because she stopped and sat back up. “So now, you are going to do what you and your girl here have been fantasizing about for so long.” She motioned for Katie to go ahead with the plan. “I got him nice and ready for ya babe. If you don’t mind, I think I’d like to enjoy part of him as well.” With that, she straddled my head, and lowered herself onto my face. Not wasting any time, I stick my tongue out, and quickly found her clit. At first contact, she began to push against my face harder. I began to wonder what Katie was doing, and then I found out. I felt a warm sensation on the head of my cock, followed by tightness. This was unmistakable. Katie was lowering herself onto my cock. My dreams were coming true at this very moment. I was finally learning what it felt like to be inside of Katie’s box. I had waited, and dreamed of this for years. Apparently Katie had wanted it for some time too, because without warning, she just let gravity do it’s work, and I felt my cock swallowed by her tightness. Instinctively I thrust up into her, but was held down both by my bonds, as well as both women sitting on me. But my thrusts quickly become irrelevant, as Katie began to bounce on my cock.

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We went to a general meeting last night for the condo association where we met a very out going owner. She was very involved in the meeting, speaking her mind many times, and my wife and I were getting a little irritated, but after the meeting ended, she came over and asked if we could give her a ride home. I wasn’t too thrilled about it but my wife quickly agreed and the three of us went out and got into the car. The woman, whose name is Jean, talked about the meeting all the way back to the complex and I was glad the ride was only a few minutes. When we dropped her off at the front door, she asked if we would like to come up for coffee. Before I could say anything, my wife agreed and got out of the car with Jean. I told them I would be right up after parking the car. The two women entered the building as I begrudgingly parked and locked the car. I came back to the building and went up to Jean’s suite, lightly knocking on the door. She answered and let me in, taking my coat and offering me a coffee.

I didn’t notice right away but when I sat down beside my wife on the couch, I noticed that Jean’s clothes seemed a little messy, her shirt was out of her pants and they were lower on her hips. Her hair was messed up a little too but I didn’t dwell on it too long. I looked at my wife and noticed she had a smile on her face and seemed a bit nervous, but again, I didn’t think about it too much. Jean came over and placed a coffee in front of me and sat down in a chair, facing us. We started talking about the meeting and I thought this was going to be a very dull but quick coffee.

Jean and my wife seemed to be enthralled with what each of them was saying as I sat, drinking my coffee, adding a few comments but mainly listening to the two women talk. After I finished my coffee, Jean offered me another and before I could decline, my wife said that I would like another and added that she would help get it for me. Both the women got up and headed for the kitchen, where I could hear them nervously giggling. I thought I heard another sound too but I wasn’t sure. It sounded like a small groan but I wasn’t sure.

The two women returned and immediately after putting my coffee down in front of me, Jean excused herself saying that she wanted to change into something a little cooler. She disappeared into her bedroom and my wife came over and sat down beside me again. I noticed a slight flush in her face but didn’t say anything. After about a minute, my wife said she was hot too and stood up to take her sweater off. As she did, I watched her, noticing her breasts sway as she lifted the sweater up and over her head. I remembered that she didn’t have a bra on and her nipples were sticking out through her blouse.

Just as she sat down again, Jean came out of her bedroom, wearing a pair of tight pants and a little halter-top that barely covered her breasts. As she walked towards us, her breasts swayed and I realized that she too didn’t have a bra on. Her nipples were sticking out through her top also and there were no seams in her pants where there should have been panty lines. I was beginning to wonder what was going on between these two women.

Jean sat down again and the two women talked some more as I listened, watching the two of them as best I could. The talk suddenly turned to sex and the two women were getting a little more animated as the talk got deeper and deeper into the subject. I sat there, watching the two women in a daze as they talked about making love and intercourse.

Hearing my name brought me out of my daze abruptly. Jean had asked about fantasies and I heard my wife mention my name. The two women had stopped talking and were both looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I tried to look like I had been listening and quickly brought up the subject of making love to two women. Jean and my wife had big grins on their faces as I spoke and I suddenly realized what exactly was going on. The two women were seducing me and as I sat there, my groins were suddenly stirring.

My beylikdüzü escort wife leaned over and took the coffee cup out of my hand, putting it on the table. She then turned and kissed me lightly on the lips. “How would you like to have two women to make love to tonight,’ she asked. I looked at her and then at Jean, who was smiling at me. “I’d love to,” I said quickly. Jean was the first one on her feet, saying, “What are we waiting for then,” as she started towards the bedroom, shedding her clothes as she did. My wife was right behind her, shedding her clothes as she followed Jean. I waited a few seconds, watching the two women slowly strip as they headed up the stairs. I got up and watched the two bare asses sway in front of me as they continued up the stairs, their arms around each other, their hands roaming over each other’s bare buttocks. They reached the top of the stairs and stopped, embracing each other and kissing. I could see their tongues being thrust in each other’s mouth and they were quietly groaning as they continued to run their hands over each other. They broke their embrace and my wife grabbed my hand, leading me into the bedroom. The room was large, with a sitting area and a large bed nestled in a corner. I watched as the two women headed straight for the bed with Jean getting in the middle on her back, reaching up to embrace my wife, who fell into her arms naturally. They started to kiss again and their hands were exploring each other as they sucked on each other’s tongues. They seemed to have forgotten about me being there, so I sat on the edge of the couch and watched the two women please each other. They were still kissing each other and I noticed my wife’s hand reach down and start to circle Jean’s clitoris. She started putting more pressure onto Jean’s clit and this made Jean moan and groan in pleasure. They continued for a few more minutes until my wife moved down Jean’s body to her breasts and started circling her nipples with her tongue, gently sucking Jean’s nipples into her mouth.

I suddenly realized that this was not a first time thing for my wife and Jean. They seemed to know each other’s spots too well and were enjoying each other more than they would have had it been the first time they had gone to bed together. My mind went to the excuses my wife had been using for the past month about being involved in a club in the complex and her excuses about being so late getting home. I knew what she had been doing at this so called club and I smiled thinking that she was not only fulfilling my fantasy but her own too, although we had never talked about fantasies before.

I continued watching the two women make love to each other. My wife had Jean lying on her stomach and was licking down the crack of her ass. She parted Jean’s cheeks and licked her hole, pushing her tongue against her brown spot. She seemed to get her tongue inside Jean’s hole and began tonguing and reaming her. Jean was groaning and moaning as my wife started to tongue fuck her ass hole. My wife kept tongue fucking Jean for quite a while and then lifted her ass up so she could get more of her tongue inside her. She was licking and sucking Jean’s ass for all she was worth, making Jean groan louder. She finally replaced her tongue with a finger and with her other hand, reached under Jean to caress her clitoris again. This made Jean explode and she was moaning louder, telling my wife to fuck her hard. My wife was thrusting her finger in and out of Jean’s ass hole as hard as she could by now. Jean’s was quickly coming to an orgasm as her ass was being fucked. She finally slumped down on the bed with a loud groan and the two women were breathing very hard as they lay beside each other, slowly running their hands over each other’s breasts and clits.

Jean got on her knees and went for my wife’s clit with her mouth, making my wife moan loudly. I heard that familiar moan and I knew my wife liked to be eaten and had many orgasms from me eating her. avcılar escort Jean was very good at it and I watched as her tongue circled my wife’s clit. She sucked and licked until my wife was writhing on the bed, holding Jean’s head to her as she rolled. My wife lifted her legs in the air to give Jean more access to her and Jean, putting my wife’s legs over her shoulders, started tonguing my wife’s ass hole. She soon was tongue fucking my wife’s brown hole and had my wife coming and coming. She replaced her tongue with a finger and leaned over to tongue my wife’s clit as she finger fucked my wife’s ass. My wife exploded in orgasm as Jean continued fucking her. My wife was loudly telling Jean to fuck her and Jean was thrusting her finger in and out of my wife’s ass as hard as she could.

They came together with loud moans and groans and collapsed on the bed, both breathing heavily from the exertion. After a few minutes, Jean reached over to the end table beside the bed and opened a drawer, withdrawing a long strap-on dildo. As she put it on, my wife was caressing it and sucking on it with a renewed passion. Jean slowly rolled my wife over, raising her ass up in the air while she maneuvered into position between her legs. She caressed my wife’s cheeks as she slowly inserted the large dildo into her vagina.

She pumped the strap-on cock in and out of my wife a few times, then quickly moved up and rammed it into her ass hole. My wife was groaning louder and louder with each thrust of the fake phallus. Jean held onto to my wife’s hips, leaned back and started to ram the cock in and out of her as hard as she could. The two women were in a world of their own as Jean fucked my wife. My wife was getting hotter and hotter and as she did, she was telling Jean to fuck her harder. Jean was thrusting savagely into my wife and they soon were close to another orgasm. Suddenly, my wife told Jean to stop and she quickly flipped over on her back, raising her legs up over Jean’s shoulders. Jean pushed the dildo into my wife again and started to thrust in and out. This time, it didn’t take long for the two women to reach orgasm as they thrashed and rolled all over the bed in orgasm.

Again, they collapsed on the bed in total exhaustion and as they lay there, my wife looked over at me with a glassy look in her eyes. I was sitting with my clothes off and stroking my hard cock. It took a few seconds, but she told me to not waste it and I got up and joined the two women on the bed. I quickly went down on my wife, trying to get my tongue in every possible hole I could. I licked and sucked on her clit and ass hole, completely savoring the taste and smell of her/ I quickly moved over my wife and attacked Jean’s cunt, licking and sucking on her clit as hard as I could. I could feel my wife’s hands caressing my hard cock and balls as I licked and sucked on Jean. They were both breathing heavily and I moved between Jean’s legs and thrust into her as fast and as hard as I could. I knew I wouldn’t last long so I thrust faster and faster until I exploded inside her with a torrent of come. As I finished ejaculating, my wife took my cock out of Jean and thrust it into her mouth. She sucked all of Jean’s juices and my come off my cock and at the same time, started to get me hard again. She continued until I was rock hard, then told me to fuck her. I scrambled between her legs and started pumping in and out of her. I slowed down a little to enjoy the familiar feeling of being inside my wife. At the same time, I felt Jean tonguing my ass hole. As she licked and sucked on my hole, I continued thrusting in and out of my wife until I felt a hard object at the entrance to my ass hole.

I looked behind me and Jean had the strap-on around her waist and was pointing its head directly at my ass. She parted my cheeks and slowly inserted the fake cock into me. She pushed a little harder and was soon inside my anal canal, slowly pushing the phallus further into me. esenyurt escort Soon all the way inside me, she stopped and as I continued thrusting in and out of my wife, she let the movement of me fucking my wife thrust the dildo in and out of my ass. Here I was fucking one woman and getting fucked by another. The feeling was erotic and electric.

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to fuck my wife harder or have Jean fuck me. I stopped thrusting into my wife and looked at Jean, telling her to fuck me harder. I leaned forward a little to raise my ass and Jean started pumping the dildo in and out of me as hard as she could. She was good at fucking and soon was thrusting in and out, ravaging me. As Jean fucked me, my wife moved out from under me and turned around so she could insert my hard cock into her ass hole. I leaned back a little and thrust into her, feeling the tightness and warmth of her canal. Up until now, I had never ass fucked my wife and the feeling was overwhelming. I still felt Jean thrusting in and out of me but I wanted to fuck my wife so I told Jean to stop and I started pumping my wife’s ass hole.

I soon came and was filling my wife’s ass with my come. As I finished coming, my cock popped out of my wife and I leaned forward again, telling Jean to fuck me as hard as she could. It didn’t take her long to get into a rhythm and she pumped the dildo in and out of me until I couldn’t take any more. I finally asked her to stop and she withdrew the cock from my ass hole. I collapsed onto the bed, panting and rasping, trying to catch my breath. I rolled over onto my back and Jean, having taken the strap-on off, took my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking on it lovingly. She kept telling me that she wanted to feel me in her ass as she sucked me to another erection.

Once I was hard again, she turned around and lowered herself onto my cock, slowly inserting it into her ass hole. She waited until I was fully inside her before she started pumping her body up and down on my cock. She bounced up and down a few times and then got off me to turn around, wiggling her ass at me, inviting me to fuck her from behind. I quickly got between her legs and inserted my cock in her ass hole. I started thrusting in and out of her as my wife quickly inserted the dildo into my ass again. This time I was fucking Jean and my wife was fucking me. We continued until I came again and then separated.

I watched through glassy eyes as my wife mounted Jean and started fucking her with the strap-on. The two women were soon moaning and groaning as my wife fucked Jean as hard as she could, thrusting savagely in and out of her ass hole. The two women came soon after and the room was filled with loud moans and groans as they reached orgasm together. They separated and we all lay on the bed, panting and breathing heavily as we touched and softly caressed each other.

When we recovered enough, I fucked both women again in the ass and had both of them fuck me. The women fucked me from behind and with my legs over their shoulders and I fucked them both in the same positions. After finally finishing and resting a little, my wife started to explain what she had been doing at the club meetings. It turns out that there were about five women in the complex who enjoyed lesbianism and the club meeting were basically, a women’s fuck night. It sounded like it had been going on before we moved into the complex and my wife was the newest member.

Their future plans had been to include men and I was the first to find out about the club’s activities. The next meeting was the next night and I was invited to attend, which I did. There were five delightful women there, all in various stages of dress when my wife and I arrived. They soon had all paired off and were licking, sucking and fucking each other, almost completely ignoring me as I watched all these women making love to each other.

That night was a true fantasy come true. I can’t remember how many times I was a sandwich between two women and how many times I was fucked but I will, in future years, never forget that night. Once there are more men involved with our little group, maybe I will get to feel a real cock up my ass spurting its hot come deep inside me. Now that will be the ultimate fantasy come true.

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My knuckles were white gripping the steering wheel. Lara bounced expectantly in the passenger seat next to me, waiting patiently for my most recent bout of nerves to wear off. We were here; sitting in the parking lot outside of…what exactly? From the outside it looked simply like an upscale spa. Not what I’d imagined for my first “sex party” though I still had no idea what sort of party games were in store. Why was I here again? Oh yes, Lara told had told me in no uncertain terms that “I needed to get laid”. I never failed to be amazed at the things she talked me into.

Lara wore a long button down coat, which looked incredibly, ordinary, from the outside. There was nothing to indicate by looking that the coat and stockings were the only thing on, except for a scrimp of black satin and lace underneath. I was hardly any better; after a trip to Fredericks, and several stores that displayed options I’d not even known existed in “clothing lines”, I’d opted for what Lara deemed was the most conservative outfit she would approve. My old wool pea coat, a leftover from a boyfriend of long ago, hid metallic silver spandex, a skirt hardly more than an overly wide belt. It was mimicked by the same overly wide belt that, strapless, barely covered my cleavage and threatened to fall off at any moment. Thankful for once of smaller breasts on my slight frame, I could get away with a strapless top. Standing upright and not moving, I was barely decent, but any degree of bending or walking gave an onlooker a tantalizing view. No stockings or jewelry interrupted the smooth lines of my legs and back. I’d decided that if I was going to do this¸ I wanted to feel every scrap of sensation of the evening. Not even nylon would stand between me and… whatever it was that was coming next. I took a deep breath and met Lara’s eyes across the seat. Steeling myself, I grabbed the small overnight bag and got out of the car. She clapped excitedly and bounded out, clasping my arm as I came around the side and leaning her head on my shoulder as we walked towards the door.

Any last minute attack of nerves was overcome by Lara letting me go and hopping up the steps to push the brass doorbell. My heart jumped into my throat as the door was quickly and silently opened by a handsome man wearing what to my uneducated eyes appeared to be a very expensive suit.

“Welcome ladies,” he said in a voice tinged with a European accent I couldn’t identify. “I am Jonathan,” he waved his arm to invite us in.

Lara breezed past me and threw her arms around him, giving him a welcoming kiss on the lips. “Jonathan, it’s so good to see you! Thank you for letting me bring a friend, she’s been dying to come! You know you’re my favorite, host” she drew a finger down the side of his face coyly, having managed to insert herself fully along his body length during that simple hello.

He met her lips unruffled, bringing her along as he gave me a hug and chaste kiss on the cheek. “Let me get you ladies settled. Bags can go over there,” he pointed to a room with a door half open. “But first, let me show you the Room.” He escorted us to an elaborate set of doors at the end of the hallway (how did he end up with each of us clinging to an elbow, ushered along like some southern debutantes to their first ball?). He took my nervousness in stride, allowing me to quietly absorb the surroundings. Lara’s excitement seemed to reverberate off her skin, growing with each step so that she was practically humming with energy as Jonathan let go of our arms to open to double doors wide for our entrance. Stepping back, he indicated that we precede him through the door.

I walked into the Room, unsure of what I was expecting, startled by its very normalcy. No whips or chains hung from the ceilings, no sex swings or stripper poles, none of the things my wild imaginings had placed here. Well lit, it was nearly austere; walls pale enough to appear almost white, two long plush couches piled with pillows sat facing kitty-corner surrounding a sturdy oak coffee table. A large skinny table sat to the side, with carved claw feet and medieval carving decorating the trim. A round king size (?? what size was bigger than king?) bed was nestled in the far nook. The wall closest to us had a gas fireplace, and what appeared to be a lavish fur rug stretched in front of it. My fingers itched to bury themselves in the rug, feeling it’s softness against my legs…

Lara took it all in with a glance, and proceeded immediately to a small bar against the wall. Tall fluted champagne glasses were already full and sparkling, lined up in silent waiting. I walked closer to where she stood, inspecting several bottles on a short table next to the bar. Leaning over, I saw a variety of lotions, oils, lubricants, nearly a dozen different shapes and sizes, flavors. The largest pump-bottle was with stuff I was used to, the ‘unscented hypoallergenic’ that certainly did the trick, but suddenly seemed, boring. Behind the bottles was a small basket with condoms, again in more colors, flavors, sizes (?) than I’d realized existed. Certainly well organized! I thought again to myself.

Jonathan’s movement brought our eyes back to him, and he pointed to the four men I suddenly noticed standing silently in the corners. “Ladies, these are beylikdüzü escort your Guardians for the evening, Rob.” They nodded to us in respectful unison. He noticed my puzzled expression and continued easily “Like you, they don’t go by their real names, but for the purposes of tonight’s entertainment, they are your watchers, and your protectors, should you feel the need. Instead of trying to have you remember each name, if you speak with, or ask for, ‘Rob,’ that will be a person who’s watching, and who will assist you if necessary.” His mouth quirked in a smile, “They will also be the only ones in the room wearing a suit. However, I assure you that no such protection should be necessary. Tonight is a night of mutual pleasure, and shared enjoyment.” He bowed slightly to us. “Now, if you’ll come this way so we may finish preparations?” He indicated a small side door, which led to a dressing room where our bags already sat on the chair.

Lara quickly checked her makeup, and knocked on the door. Jonathan opened it immediately, and she smiled back at me, satisfied that if my nervousness wasn’t exactly behind me yet, I’d come too far enough along to panic and flee now. “You catch up soon honey. I’m going to head in first, you’ll be second. We’ll get the front row view of everyone that comes in.” With that, she winked and ducked out the door, leaving me alone with Jonathan.

“I’m glad you decided to join us this evening. Our efforts are simply to allow your pleasure; you don’t have to do anything here that you’re not completely comfortable with.” His candid and open demeanor helped relax some of the tension that had been building in my shoulders. He held up a small ribbon with a tiny LED light on it, and draped it over my head, fixing my hair and letting it ripple across my shoulders, making me shiver. “This is just in case you change your mind, press it and you will be escorted out immediately; but I think we would all miss your company. Any last minute questions?” He looked at me expectantly.

My pulse quickened. I stammered in a panic “uh… how do I know that those guys in there are, you know, safe?”

He smiled serenely at me. “You had your last physical with Dr. Cretz back in September, you have been on the birth control Yasmin for the last two years, and have never had a STD or contracted any condition that would require reporting to the CDC.” I was stunned. He clucked at me “No, I’m not going to tell you how I know that, nor will I share any such details about you, or any of my other guests you choose to spend time with. My role here is that of host, to ensure that you and your companions are safe to enjoy all of your pleasures this evening.” Oddly, I was comforted by this stranger’s intimate knowledge. This man I’d never met who’d looked into my private affairs, and those of others, so I would be a “safer guest”; this man who smelled faintly of cinnamon and was now stepping closer. He leaned forward, his body stopping merely inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating from him as he brought his lips to my ear.

“Turn around” he whispered. Mutely, I complied. He raised my hair once again, and I felt a warm, moist pressure on the nape of my neck. “This is your key for the evening, affixed with strawberry flavored glue” he breathed against my neck, raising chills down my back. “It’s up to you when, or how, you share your key, and when, or how, you acquire a key of your own tonight. But one of the keys out there will unlock a present. You decide how you play the game. But like most games – it’s no fun if you don’t play.” I felt his body press against mine as he dropped my hair over my shoulder, his lips landing hotly on my shoulder. I leaned against his weight, tilting my head back onto his shoulder as his lips moved up my neck. His arms snaked around my waist, crisscrossing my stomach then upwards to cup my breasts lightly. His fingers tightened over my nipples, which must have been clearly visible through the thin material. I pressed my body backwards against his, trying to feel if he was reacting to me. Instead he stepped backwards, sliding his hands to my waist, and drew me forwards. “Another night perhaps, my dear. Tonight is for you to enjoy your pleasure with my guests, whom I’ve selected specifically to complement your desires. I hope you enjoy their company as much as I know they’ll enjoy yours.” With that, he opened the door to the Room, and backed up, leaving the dressing room through a back door.

I stepped forward into blackness.

Though I’d been in this very room mere minutes prior, it seemed an alien landscape. Completely darkened except for tiny LED rope lights affixed to the corners of the ceiling, I could barely make out the silhouettes of the furniture, and couldn’t see anyone standing in the corners, though I knew they were there. There was a faint red light in the corner over the bar, reflecting on the champagne glasses. On the opposite side of the bar, a single blue light shown down from the ceiling, a beam centered on what appeared to be a small pedestal I could have sworn wasn’t there before. Movement caught my eye and I heard Lara call softly. I approached the sound of her voice and found her standing next to the pedestal, cast fully in shadows. Her perfume beykent escort crept across the air to me.

“Look!” she whispered in awe. It was in truth, a pedestal, with a flat glass box on top, the kind you’d see in a museum. Nestled in blue felt was a necklace set in white gold that had been melted in the form similar to a ying-yang; only on closer inspection could you tell it was two semi-distinct forms completing a sixty-nine, creating the setting for a large teardrop diamond which sparkled in the dim light. Lara reached forward and touched the tiny lock set in the glass, waiting for a key.

Behind us, the door slid open and heels clicked across the doorframe before sinking into the plush carpet. “Am I the first one here?” called a woman’s voice.

“Come see what Jonathan’s got for us tonight!” called Lara to our new arrival.

A blond bombshell emerged from the darkness to the edge of the light where I could just make out more than her shadow. She wore an actual dress¸ created of flaming red lace, sheer enough that I could make out the tiny freckle just above her left nipple and short enough to give the appearance that her long legs went on for miles. Like us, she had eyes first for the necklace, but then turned to Lara appreciatively. “Welcome back sexy!” She fell into Lara’s arms, running one hand across the front of her teddy and winding another into her hair. “We missed you last month!” She tilted her head up and they exchanged a kiss, curling around each other briefly.

Lara came up for air first, turning to introduce me: “This is my friend, Katerine” (the pseudonym for me we’d agreed on ahead of time; according to Lara, “Katerine” meant ‘pure’ in some archaic German language, which we’d found both found hysterical at the time). “Katerine, this is Amanda”. Without pausing, Amanda seamlessly transferred from Lara to me, curling her arm up my back and drawing her ankle up my leg.

“Well hello to you, Sugar” she purred into my ear. I wasn’t sure how to react to this warm affectionate creature now clinging to my side. Her skin felt like liquid satin and she smelled, good. She nuzzled my neck and gently licked behind my ear, breathing quietly “maybe I’ll be the one later to find your key, Sugar.”

I was saved from any response as we both turned at the sound of the next arrival. This was two women at once, obviously arrived together. Amanda couldn’t possibly have known who they were, but she bounded towards them regardless and they collided in a flurry of giggling limbs and tossing hair. Over a small chorus of “ooohs” and “mmms”, another shadow arrived on their heels, a slight woman who was wearing something, shiny; sequins reflecting and shimmering as she crossed the room. “The men are next” she announced to the room.

This was apparently a cue, as the women immediately arranged themselves in various poses throughout the room. Knowing they couldn’t yet be seen, they positioned to have a view of the newcomers. My panic briefly returned, and I started to feel a warm hand on the back of my thigh. “Relax” whispered Lara into my ear “we’re all just here for a bit of fun, you included!”

My senses focused on the door, I could tell when the door got blocked by a figure entering, but that was about it. One, two, three, tall, broad.. five. Five men entered the room. My eyes strained to make out more information, but I felt myself being led over to the champagne with Lara. This seemed a common meeting point; I heard glass clinking ahead of me. Sadly, I misjudged the darkness, careening off the corner of a couch and stumbling. Halfway to the floor I found myself caught and smoothly rotated into strong arms that held me in a backwards dip. I looked up, attempting to meet the eyes of my savior and became overwhelmed by masculine nearness, underlined by the scent of Drakkar Noir, my favorite.

“A kiss for a rescuer?” He asked quietly. My breath caught and my throat dried up, preventing me from speaking. “Ah, perhaps later then” his deep voice held only a touch of disappointment, more of a promise. He righted me easily, and somehow both his hands were on my ass, his palms pushing me gently towards Lara and the champagne His fingers were long enough that they caressed the skin on the back of my thighs below the fabric. I turned to look over my shoulder, but he’d melted back into the shadows.

I returned to the champagne, but Lara was already gone, so I sipped quietly, listening to the sounds around me, some kissing noises, quiet whispers, an occasional soft moan in the darkness. The temperature of the room seemed to be rising rapidly. A finger trailed down my back and I shivered, hearing a deep approving “mmm” behind me. Turning, I could make out a guy about my height, stocky and broad, who was already stepping closer. “So baby, do you wanna do it on the couch?” He asked bluntly.

“Excuse me?” I replied, stepping back. He caught my wrist as I went to pull away.

“That’s what we’re here for, right? Do you want to be on top, or would you like it if I bent you over the couch? Maybe you’d prefer I stick it in your ass? Don’t worry, I can be very accommodating.”

His matter-of-factness was just enough to keep me from pressing my halkalı escort little red light. He wasn’t trying to intimidate, simply ask the question of exactly where and how I would prefer to fuck him, right now. Despite the swirl of mental images his offer sent pinging through my head and the pinpricks of sensitivity I suddenly had from head to toe, this was going too fast.

“I think I’ll just start with some champagne” I replied tentatively, waiting for the rejection backlash common from the bar scene I was used to.

To my surprise, I depicted the shadow of a negligent shrug. “Alright baby, I’d have liked to have gotten to you first, but maybe later if you change your mind” he replied in the same matter of fact tone. With that, he turned, and rejoined the darkness, where from the sounds of it he was met far more enthusiastically by the pair of women who’d entered together. I heard one of them as “Hey Dan, are you lonely?” as they converged on him.

Though Dan had gone, the images he’d inserted into my mind lingered after him. Riding on top of masculine flesh, feeling the fur rug beneath my knees, grasping the back of the couch as I felt myself impaled from behind, rocking back and forth, I felt my legs squirming as I stood there sipping my drink, the nervous tension from before hadn’t disappeared, it had transformed into a new kind of tension, a heat that centered between my legs, drawing a direct line from my rapidly dampening groin to my nipples that were stiff under the scrap of fabric that confined them.

Momentarily adrift, I was glad to hear Lara’s soft whisper as she grabbed my hand “Come here honey, I need your opinion.” She led me over to one of the couches, I stepped carefully over pillows as we got closer, worried that there may be someone ensconced in them on the floor. Her fingers still clasped in mine, they landed on an ankle. Running our hands up the clearly masculine leg, it was obvious he was nude, but our combined fingers did nothing more than tease him all the way up, across his abdomen, chest. I felt the goosebumps we raised across his skin, despite the heat emanating from his body. He lay on his back, and Lara straddled his hips, letting his hard cock rest against the front of her body, but she ignored him and looked up at me. “Which do you prefer, the strawberry, or the coconut?” she asked me. By way of explaining, she leaned forward across his body, her hair draping across his chest, and she licked one of his flat nipples after the other. He remained silent, but bucked against her hips as her mouth met his flesh.

Tempted, I dropped to my knees in front of the couch. Dipping my head across his chest, I tentatively flicked his right nipple with my tongue, tasting strawberry. His breath quickened slightly. Encouraged, I sucked it into my mouth, grazing it lightly with my teeth. I was rewarded by a tightening of his muscles under my hand. Satisfied, I shifted my attentions to the left nipple, licking it more eagerly and sucking a bit harder this time; coconut. His arm had slid off the couch and curled between my legs. I widened my stance on my knees, pulling on one nipple with my fingers and licking, sucking on the other one with increasing speed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Lara rocking her pelvis against him, wrapping her fingers around with one hand and fondling her breasts with the other. His fingers were now rubbing against my tender flesh, becoming drenched by the moisture they found there. His other arm had found Lara, guiding the motions of her hips in time with the rhythm of her hands. She raised up on her knees, letting him rub against her hot opening; his fingers mimicked the action my wet slit, tempting, teasing, not entering. I continued my assault on his nipples, rocking myself against his hand. After what seemed an eternity, Lara impaled herself on his shaft, sliding wetly down his length. At the same time, I felt his fingers press inside of me, filling me. “Ahh……” we all said in unison.

He spoke for the first time. “Does the coconut taste the same on her as it does on me?” He asked me through broken breath. I looked up and realized that Lara had leaned forward enough to brace herself against his chest with her arm, her fingers caressing his nipples. Her exposed breasts shone with oil in the semi-darkness. Her eyes were rapidly assuming a glazed look as she rode him faster, harder. His hands continued to match her pace, fucking me with his fingers, deeper, faster. One of his hands reached up to grasp her breast, pinching the nipple and pulling on it gently; she moaned. Tempted, I reached up and grasped the other one, doing the same, feeling her nipple tighten under my fingers, and was rewarded by a similar moan. Drawn by her response, a brought my mouth up and replaced my fingers with my lips, tasking coconut and woman’s flesh. “Oh yeah” she moaned. It felt different than a man’s, plumper under my tongue, as if by sucking on her nipples I could feel the answering tingle in my own. As if by request, his head leaned towards me and he took my breast in his mouth, sucking on my nipple through the material. I rocked against his hands and Lara pumped his cock from above. We moved in a spiraling unison, breath harsh against the darkness, sweat prickling our skin. Lara came first, a long drawn out moan as she shuddered above him. She apparently triggered him, his body arched on the couch and he groaned, his fingers spasming inside me, I heard myself whimpering in response. Lara and I collapsed in a heap against his chest, our hair splayed across his body as we listened to his still pounding heartbeat.

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“What’s got you so pissed off, Jack?” asked Alan, “You’ve been trying to beat the golf ball like it’s a politician’s head.”

“That obvious, huh?” I mumbled “I hate this game almost as much as I sometimes hate my wife.” I quickly added, “If you repeat that, I’ll deny it.”

Rick spoke up and asked, “What’s she done now, scratch the car?”

We were all sitting around a table in the bar at the 19th hole having our after round libations. The other guys , Alan, Rick and Jim were enjoying their pints of beer while I was drinking soda water, lousy gout. We were all about 60 except for Jim who was the baby of the group at 44. Alan and Rick and their wives, Carol and Renee, were friends of me and my wife, Penny. Jim was a divorce who we had met through a tennis group.

I said, “No, since she has entered that weight watching group she has been an incredible asshole.”

Jim remarked, “Well, the common wisdom is that losing weight causes irritability.”

“Well, Jim” I said “She has gone over the dam with that crap.” “I can’t even get a hard-on anymore since she started this nonsense.” Our sex life had been dwindling for a long time as would most any couple who had been married for 35 years. She had seemingly lost interest but I still had needs. Jim didn’t understand this but Alan and Rick knew all about it.

“Ah, crap! I’ve got to go. The shrew will make my life a living hell if I don’t get home to walk the dog and fix dinner before she goes to yoga” I whined.

All three yelled “Henpecked” in unison. A few expletives followed and we walked out to our cars and went home.

A few days went by and I was out walking the dog early in the morning and ran into Alan and Carol. They always seemed to be lively and fun and touchy feely (sexy) sort of way. We stopped to talk and exchanged our good mornings. Carol then said something unexpected, “Alan tells me you and Penny are suffering from a case of Senioritis.” Alan yelled “Carol!” I looked at her and chuckled, “Yeah, I guess.”

“I think I can help put more zip into your life,” She exclaimed.

Carol was a real dynamo. She was about 5ft 1″ and had a unusual body shape. She was just a shade chunky but had massive tits that if they weren’t held up by her bra would droop down to her navel. Her abdomen was slightly rounded with smallish hips. Her legs were really muscled and defined from her thighs down to her ankles. Her hair was grey and cut short. Her nose was slightly large for her face but she had this killer smile that could disarm an army. She also was wickedly funny and intelligent.

She was beaming at me with that devilish grin.

Again I chuckled, “How?”

She retorted, “You just leave that to me. She likes Scrabble and Mexican Train Dominoes, Right?”

Since she had played those games extensively with Carol and Renee, I said “You know she does.” Alright, I’ll let you know how things are coming along in a few weeks.”

I completely forgot about it and several weeks passed. One day, Jim, Alan, Rick and I were out playing golf. I was riding in a cart with Alan and he asked, “How is Penny?”

I frowned, “She is driving me nuts. I can’t do anything right and I can’t get any.”

Alan whispered, escort beylikdüzü “Carol is about ready to make the major move in her plan.”

I looked at him “What?”

Alan said, “We need to know if you mind her having sex with another man?”

“Are you out of your mind?” I loudly replied, “She doesn’t have sex with anyone, including me.”

Alan said, “Come on, seriously, would you mind?”

I shook my head and said, ” If she did, at least someone would be having fun.” dismissing his comment as something that would never happen.

About two weeks later, Penny came home from Mexican Train Dominos and was acting a bit odd. It was as if she was stoned. Neither one of us used drugs and I barely drank and when Penny drank she got mean. However, in this case she was acting sweet and playful. She hugged and kissed me and we talked awhile. She told me she was really tired and needed to take a nap. So off she went and closed the door.

Penny was a tall woman with C breasts and very very long legs. Again, with someone in their sixties, her breasts were showing the effects of gravity. Short white hair, a few wrinkles but a few years ago she was drop dead gorgeous albeit a little weird in her behavior. She was a couple years older than myself and had had at least two engagements that were broken off. She had quite the potty mouth and talked about sex like she was the latest incarnation of Madame X but in reality was a prude in the flesh. Don’t get me wrong, we had several hot sex sessions in 35 years (involving oral sex and unusual positions) but She had this overriding compunction to control everything and she abhorred losing control during sex. So after some great success with oral sex she decided no more. We did have two lovely and successful children who were both married and had two grandchildren. Our sex life was pretty much boring and listless.

Anyway, getting back to the story. After about 2 hours, I got a call from Alan.

He said, “Meet me in the park, I have something for you.” Fifteen minutes later, he handed me a DVD and said, “Play this when you are alone, totally alone. No Penny in the house, Understand? After you watch call me or Carol and we will set up a place and time to talk.”

I nodded. The next day Penny went to exercise and I loaded the DVD. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Penny, Renee and Carol were laughing playing Dominoes and eating brownies and drinking coffee. After awhile the conversation started getting a little raunchy The women, acting a little loopy, started talking about certain guys being eye candy.

Carol said, “Ya know, I wouldn’t mind seeing Jim’s cock. Alan says he heard some women at work talking about how big he was and that he fucked like a stallion.”

I heard Penny say, “He is goooood looookin” Mmmm Mmm!”

Carol laughingly said, “Penny, Come on, you’d fuck him in a minute, if he came on to you.”

I could see Penny blush.

Renee piped in, “I’d fuck him in a flash.”

Penny laughingly said, “Come on Ladies, let’s play.”

Renee continued, “Come on, Penny, You know you would screw him.”

Penny said, “He hasn’t come on to me and I’m old and have istanbul escort been married for 35 years. My sex life has flown.”

“That’s total shit,” Carol said, “You’re pretty and you’re as young as you feel. You have experience that would put a young slut to shame.”

“Penny quit selling yourself short,” Renee agreed, ” In addition, to your husband, I bet there are plenty of men that would gladly fuck your brains out.” Renee started laughing and Carol and Penny joined in.

The conversation then shifted back to more mundane subjects. I saw the ladies consume a couple of more brownies and the drink of choice changed over to white wine. The women were acting silly now, There was definitely something in the brownies.

Out of nowhere, Penny said, “That Jim is good looking, I do wonder what his dick looks like?”

Carol, equally high, said “Well let’s find out. Jim come out come out where ever your are.”

Jim, from our golf foursome came walking into the camera view wearing nothing but skimpy nylon jockeys. He was 6′ 2″, had longish dark brown hair with ample hair on his chest. His abdomen was flat and was well-muscled. He looked similar to Sean Connery circa 1962.

Renee was giggling, Penny’s mouth dropped to the floor.

Carol said “Hey Jim, Can I look at your cock?”

He walked over to Carol, who slipped her wine and pulled Jim’s cock out of his panties. Jim was initially soft but started hardening up. Carol started licking his big dick head and Jim went fully erect.

“Hey I want a piece of that, Renee slid over and started licking Jim’s head but she went further and put her mouth all round the cock and started moving up and down. Jim was obviously enjoying the attention. Penny, however was blushing but she was also giggling which clearly indicated she was not repulsed and was looking interested.

“Penny you want a closer look?” Renee asked.

Jim was a full 8 inches and really thick. Penny didn’t say anything. She was wide-eyed and giggling. Jim went over to her and put his cock right in front of her face.

Carol said, “Come on Penny take it in your hand and take a lick. It’s delicious and much better than the brownies.”

Penny reluctantly took Jim’s cock in her hand and licked it a couple of times like a lolly pop. She stopped.

Renee kept egging her on, “Penny, come on, you want more.”

Carol laughed “Yeah, Penny don’t be chicken. Lick him, make him moan.”

Penny started complying. I started getting hard watching this.

Carol said, “Take all of his cock in your mouth.” Penny did and started moving up and down. Jim was facing the ceiling knees buckling.

Carol whispered in Penny’s ear, “Do you feel the cock pulsating and veins throbbing?”

Penny nodded slightly while sucking on Jim’s cock. Meanwhile, Carol and Renee started removing their clothes and Renee started sucking on Carol’s huge tits.

Jim recovered enough to start fondling Penny’s tits. Penny was starting to get really hot. With clothes flying off, Jim started removing Penny’s clothes and soon everyone was naked. Carol had her face buried in Renee’s muff and Renee was moaning gürpınar escort and groaning loudly.

Renee was about 5’11” and thin. She had small tits – size B – with large nipples. Her belly was flat and she had the most perfect legs. Her pussy lips were pronounced and her muff was bountiful. Her lips were full and she was getting close to orgasm.

Penny, high on the brownies, wine and two women loudly loving each other, was in no position to resist Jim. He was biting her ears and neck. I started smiling, I need to check her for hickeys.

He soon moved to her tits. She was laying on the sofa now. Jim was alternately sucking and biting her nipples. Penny’s back was arched and she was trying to stuff her entire tit into Jim’s mouth. Penny ordinarily was silent during sex but she was moaning and talking softly.

Carol had started sucking on Renee’s tits while vigorously fingering her pussy. Renee started cumming and cumming and cumming. She was screaming so loud that you probably could have heard it three blocks away.

I heard Penny say breathlessly, “Fuck me.”

Jim wasn’t ready yet, He went down on Penny’s cunt and started eating her out. I couldn’t see what was happening except that Penny was in ecstasy.

She kept saying, “Fuck me, Fuck me,”

Jim finally stood up and positioned Penny’s hips and slowly moved his cock past her pussy lips, She gasped for air since it was so big. Meanwhile Renee was returning the favor to Carol and Carol was laughing and moaning at the same time.

When Jim started thrusting slowly and rhythmically. Penny wrapped her legs around his ass, grabbed same ass and held on tight. She was out of her mind.

Carol in the midst of her own carnal shenanigans saw what was happening and said. “Fuck her hard, Jim. She needs a good fucking. Hey Penny where do you want to him to cum?”

I couldn’t believe my ears when Penny said, ” A real man always cums in a woman’s pussy.”

Jim was now fucking so hard that you could see the full length of his cock from his tip to his balls feverishly pounding Penny’s pussy. A few more thrusts and I could see whoever was holding the camera close behind Jim’s cock and Penny’s pussy. It was a real close-up.His cock was in up to his balls and you could see his balls contracting and throbbing hard. He was shooting huge ropes of cum into my wife’s pussy. I counted 10 hard contractions. Then the camera went dark.

I was leaking inside my pants and I had to go relieve myself in the bathroom. After I calmed down I called Alan.

“Jesus, Was that my wife? Who was the camera man?”

He said, “I was. Renee and Carol had planned on me doing that.”

I said “Say What?”

He said that Carol had been planning this “orgy” for weeks. The board games were designed for socializing and learning about Penny, her hang-ups and fantasies.

Alan said “At some point, Carol started putting small amounts of pot into the brownies and gradually increased the amount over time.”

He told me that they were really high during the filming which explained her behavior when she came home.

Alan said, “Carol is having another sex game session in a week Wednesday at 10am. I want you to ready to drop in at Noon.”

I countered, “Penny committed to this during the last session?”

Jim said, “No, she committed yesterday while stone sober.”

“Good Lord” I stammered not able to get anything else out.

Jim then added, “If you don’t have any Viagra, go to the doc and get some, you’re gonna need it.”

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I sneak into the locker room to surprise Cooper after the rest of the team leaves. I peek around the corner and spot him changing out of his uniform. He’s naked except for his jockstrap. I take a running leap onto his back.

“Congratulations, Mr. Coastal Series Champion!”

I wrap my legs around him and pepper the side of his face with kisses. He lowers me to the ground. We embrace.

“Uh oh, Hailey. You’re going to get me in trouble with coach. No girlfriends allowed.”

“Maybe I like trouble.” I flick his cup with my fingernail. “How does it feel to pitch a perfect game?”

“Pretty fucking amazing. I’m still in shock. And I like your shirt.”

I look down at my crisp new Salisbury Skinny Dippers minor league championship tee.

“Yeah, they had these things ready to go. Where did the rest of the boys run off to?”

“Picking up drinks. There’s gonna be a celebratory tailgate in the parking lot.”

“So we’re all alone?”

Cooper puts his hands on my waist.

“We are.”

“We should take advantage.”

“What did you have in mind?”

I snap his jock strap.

“Take it off.”

Cooper strips and stands in front of me in all his glory. I touch his stomach with my fingertips. He presses my back against the lockers and kisses me deeply. I hold his cock in beykoz escort bayan my hand.

He takes off my shirt to reveal a still-damp bikini top, and he gropes my breasts over the cold fabric. My nipples are tight. I taste the sweat and dirt on his skin.

“You’re a dirty boy,” I say. “We should take a shower.”

“Good idea.”

He hoists me up, and I kiss his neck as he carries me over. He twists a couple faucets. The hot water steams all around us.

Cooper peels off my soaked jean shorts. They drop on the ground like a ton of bricks. He lies on the gross floor like a gentleman, and I get on top. We make out passionately as the water beats down on our skin.

I rub my clothed vagina against his crotch. He moans and clasps me to his chest. I grind harder. He pulls my bathing suit up until my ass cheeks are exposed. I grab him by the balls.

“I didn’t realize there was entertainment tonight.”

We turn our heads. Rylan and Drew are casually drinking beers at the edge of the shower room. Cooper props himself up on his elbows.

“What are you guys doing back so soon?”

“We took the normal amount of time,” Drew says. “You were just distracted.”

Rylan nods at me.

“Hey Hailey!”

“Hey, guys!” I push the üsküdar escort bayan wet hair out of my face. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” Drew says. “But it’s really all because of this naked motherfucker right here.”

I hold Cooper’s face in my hands.

“Don’t I know it!”

He kisses my forehead and looks back at the guys.

“Where are our beers?”

“I’ll make you a deal, sport,” Rylan says. “We’ll take care of drinks, but only if we can stay.”

We both speak at once.

“Deal.”

“Sweet,” Rylan says. “We’ll get that delivered real quick.”

The two of them get comfortable on the floor. Cooper and I turn our attention back to each other’s wet bodies.

He moves his hands in circles on my ass and licks the water flowing down my neck. I’m so turned on. I flip my hair and stick out my ass. He unties the back of my bikini, then the top. It falls to the floor.

Cooper grips my waist, kisses my breasts, sucks my nipples. I moan in ecstasy. He tugs at my bathing suit bottom until it’s riding up my pussy, too. The fabric stimulates my clitoris.

I sit up, arch my back, and mount him cowgirl style. Corbin and Moises have joined the guys with a half-empty case of Budweiser. I grin at them, and they wave back. sancaktepe escort bayan

I move my bathing suit all the way to the side and let Cooper penetrate me. He releases a low groan. He bends his knees and braces himself on the slippery floor. I ride him hard. The water beats against my naked chest.

I look at the guys, and look back at my boyfriend.

“Should I?”

“Up to you.”

I stare straight at Rylan. He’s stock-still. I lick my lips and touch my breasts. I can feel him wanting me. He takes his clothes off as he walks into the showers.

Cooper pulls out, and I crawl over to his teammate seductively. Rylan turns on a couple more showerheads so the water engulfs him, too. I kneel in front of his long hard cock. I steel myself.

I take Rylan into my mouth. He puts his hands on the back of my head and lightly thrusts into my mouth. Cooper sits behind me, kissing my shoulders and the nape of my neck. I suck and suck and wrap my tongue around his shaft.

Corbin gets naked and stands next to Rylan. I rub my jaw and move down line. I suck and massage Corbin’s balls, then I lick his shaft from top to bottom. Drew and Moises step into the shower, and all four of them stand in a semi-circle.

I move wildly back and forth, and I jerk them off with both fists. Cooper joins too. They all climax within minutes, and they cum in my mouth and on my skin. Their semen washes down the drain.

Cooper expertly pleasures me with his fingers, and the guys watch excitedly while he brings me to orgasm. He kisses my stomach. He kisses my lips.

“How’s that for a celebration?”

Originally published in “Stories To Bang By, Vol. 41: Cock”

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