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It was more difficult than usual to get back into the college grind after their amazing spring break trip. Darrin had seen Kevin a few times, but that was to be expected as they did work in the same building. But there had been no repeat of the gay bashing incidences so they hoped that was behind them. The work was piling up for them both, but Darrin was feeling the pressure more than Mitch since his dissertation defense was coming up shortly. While Darrin didn’t at all resent the time spent on their trip, it had used up some of what he would have spent getting ready. But he’d done a few late nights, finished his writing and given copies of the dissertation to his committee, which unfortunately included Richard Hand. Darrin was expecting a repeat performance of the bashing Hand did during Mitch’s defense. But this time he could make life much more difficult since he was actually on Darrin’s committee.

Darrin was tapping his pencil against the desk as he contemplated the scenarios of his defense. After a few minutes Mitch stopped what he was doing and glanced over at Darrin. He rolled over in his office chair until he could lean in close.

“Wanna blowjob?” whispered Mitch.

“What?” said Darrin, startled from his daze.

“Let me be more specific,” said Mitch with a smile in his voice. “Do you want me to take my hot tongue, slather it all over your hard cock and balls until you shoot your load down my throat?”

Darrin moved uncomfortably. His cock was rapidly inflating at the idea of Mitch servicing him, but here in the office? Darrin looked out the doorway, and then looked back at Mitch.

“What if someone catches us?”

Mitch scooted closer and ran his hand up the inside of Darrin’s thigh. “Who would catch us? It’s after midnight. We’re probably the only ones left in the building.” Mitch reached over and pushed the door shut. He knelt in front of Darrin, running his hands up and down the inside of his muscular legs. Mitch moved closer and closer to Darrin’s package, clearly seeing the growing bulge that was Darrin’s cock. Reaching up he gripped it through the tight denim and squeezed, causing Darrin to let out a low moan.

“Shhh, we won’t get caught. But you still have to be quiet!” whispered Mitch urgently. He opened one of Darrin’s desk drawers and pulled out the spare t-shirt he knew was kept there in case Darrin needed to change. “Here, you can bite down on this if you need to,” said Mitch. Darrin nodded his acquiescence.

Mitch moved again, this time taking Darrin’s zipper and slowly pulling it down. Darrin’s cock arched obscenely as it strained to escape from the fabric confines. Another small whimper leaked from Darrin’s lips as Mitch ran a finger over the cloth-encased penis. Mitch chuckled and leaned forward, pushing the shirt against Darrin’s mouth. This time Darrin opened his mouth and slid the shirt between his teeth, clamping down to silence his moans of pleasure.

Mitch sat back and began massaging Darrin through his jock. This one was a grey color that Mitch liked, particularly as the wet spot marking the end of Darrin’s cock grew in size. After a few minutes of kneading, Darrin was thrusting against Mitch’s callused hands. Mitch reached inside and fished out Darrin’s nuts and cock. Wrapping his fist around the bottom of Darrin’s scrotum, Mitch flipped his balls up like an ice cream cone, and proceeded to lick them with long wet strokes.

Darrin bit down as Mitch slathered his nuts with his hot tongue. Soon the saliva was dripping off his testicles and Darrin was panting into the t-shirt. Mitch released Darrin’s nuts and watched with a smile as they snapped up against his hard shaft. Mitch pulled Darrin’s cock to his lips and kissed it softly. Running his tongue around the head, he teased Darrin with the sensations. He slowly started jacking the shaft while drilling the tip of his tongue into Darrin’s piss slit.

Darrin moaned into the cloth, his hips thrusting as Mitch brought him closer to exploding. Mitch grabbed Darrin’s nuts, pulled them down tight and tugged on them. At the same time he sank Darrin’s throbbing cock into his throat. Driving himself onto his lover’s cock again and again he felt the familiar tremor of Darrin’s orgasm begin. Mashing his face against Darrin’s pelvis, he felt fingers grip his head as Darrin flooded his throat with hot cum. Darrin growled through the shirt as his orgasm rolled over him. Mitch relaxed and let Darrin control the action until his muscles started to release. When Darrin let go of his head, Mitch let the cock slip out until he could nurse the last drops from the deflating cock. Mitch sat back on his heels as he licked the last drops of cum from his lips. As he leaned forward for a last lick, they both heard a key slide into the lock.

Mitch launched himself toward his chair, wiping his face as he did to erase any evidence of what they had been doing. Darrin didn’t have time to tuck himself back in his pants, so he rammed himself under his desk and hoped for escort bayan mecidiyeköy the best. Both men were trying to not look guilty as the door swung open.

“Hey guys, how’s it hangin’?” said the custodian in greeting.

Mitch relaxed slightly, glad that at least it wasn’t one of the faculty.

“Hey Tim, just workin’. You know how it is with grad students, we’re always burnin’ the midnight oil,” said Mitch as he tried remain calm.

“Yup, yup. I hear ya. It’s a lot of work.” Tim grabbed their trashcan and dumped it into his container. Moving a little further into the room to put it back, Mitch heard him sniff. Tim looked at first Mitch, and then Darrin, and a broad smile crossed his face. Nodding he said, “Might wanna grab an air freshener for in here. Smells a little funky. Don’t want my two favorite grad students to have a funky smellin’ office. No, no, no.” Tim waved as he walked down the hall, whistling softly and Mitch could have sworn he heard a soft laugh drifting down the hall too.

Once the steps had receded, Darrin reached under the desk and quickly tucked himself back in his jock and zipped up. He glanced over at Mitch, who still looked pretty pale himself.

“Too close, and it could have been someone much worse who walked in on us,” said Darrin.

“Yeah. Shit, that was close. I think he knew too.”

Darrin finally had to laugh, “You think!” He pulled out from under his desk, to reveal a three inch wide wet spot on his jeans. “I can’t image why he would be smelling fresh jizz in this room.”

Mitch laughed too, stretching, his muscles rippling under the fitted t-shirt. His pit hair starting to escape as the sleeves slid down, his stomach just appearing with the great whorl of dark hair around his navel. Darrin smiled to remember when he was trying to catch fugitive glimpses of what he could stare at openly now.

Mitch dropped his arms and saw the smile on Darrin’s face. “What’re you grinnin’ about?”

“Just how incredibly sexy you are, and how lucky I am to have snagged you.”

Mitch snorted and smacked Darrin softly on the shoulder, “Come on. Let’s go home. It’s obviously too late for you to be out.”

Darrin chuckled and gathered up his stuff and followed Mitch out the door. As he closed the door he smiled at the fun they had just had, even if he never wanted to be that close to being caught in the middle of having sex ever again. He watched Mitch’s tight ass as they went down the hall. Knowing that Mitch still had a load he hadn’t deposited, he smiled at the fun they would have before they finally would collapse into bed.

Darrin couldn’t believe the day of his defense was already here. Mitch had headed off a lot of the paranoid behavior by telling Darrin he would take care of all the extras and getting the conference room ready. This time Darrin knew he could depend on Mitch and let him take over. With all that had happened since last summer Darrin was also much better at deciding what was important enough to stress over, and what was minor details. Almost having the love of your life walk out the door would do that to most people.

He looked at the clock, 15 minutes to go. He decided he could spend it making sure that everything was working like it should. Gathering up all his materials and his presentation, he walked to the conference room. When he came in, Mitch was finishing up the snack cart. Mitch glanced up and smiled, which Darrin returned. Darrin pushed in his USB drive and turned on the computer projection. As the station booted, Darrin saw the wallpaper for the computer, and froze. Tiled across the entire screen was “faggot”, over and over again. Darrin tried to change the background, but discovered it was password restricted. He was beginning to panic when he felt a presence at his side. Glancing up he saw that Sam, Gordy’s partner, was standing beside him.

“Move, I can fix it,” said Sam.

Darrin scrambled out of the way and watched Sam’s fingers fly over the keys. In only a few seconds he had wiped the offensive wallpaper and brought back one of the innocuous defaults. He patted Darrin on the shoulder and moved back to his seat beside Gordy.

Slightly shaken, Darrin spent a few minutes running through everything and was thankful to find no more rude surprises. His presentation began smoothly and Darrin soon settled in to explaining the work. His pacing was perfect and he thoroughly covered all facets of the research. Once he finished, he was able to answer all the questions that were asked. As the audience filed out of the room, Darrin got several congratulatory pats on the back, including one from Mitch. As the last person left and the door closed he turned to face his committee, which included Dr. Richard Hand.

The initial questions, while technically intricate, were not anything unexpected. They threaded through his research for quite some time, looking at the nuances of his work but the responses bayan escort ist he gave answered their questions. He saw Hand leaning forward and knew the torrent was about to begin. After what he had done to Mitch, Darrin had expected an unreasonable analysis of his work and even had prepared to address the question of the validity of his work. But the track Hand took surprised everyone in the room.

“Mr. Anderson, why do you want this degree? Where do you think someone with your proclivities will find employment? Surely you realize that you will not find a job in agricultural academia. If you are going to end up as do most of your ilk, working in a bookstore or as a hair stylist, why would you force us to endure this spectacle?”

Darrin stared in disbelief, of all the scenarios of attack that Hand might choose; this was one he had never envisioned. His eyes bored into the weasel before him as he struggled to craft a reply.

“Surely, Dr. Hand, you are not saying that my sexual orientation will stop me from getting a job in academia,” said Darrin in disbelief.

“Oh no, not all of academia. I’m sure in Art or Theatre the gay find jobs. But what would you do in agriculture. I mean, no one will trust you in Extension. You might be dealing with children. Your research will be tainted because of your worldviews. So why are you wasting our time?” said Hand.

Darrin was flabbergasted. He really couldn’t believe the poisonous drivel coming out of Hand’s mouth. How can you answer someone whose views are so severely skewed? Darrin knew from the beginning this wasn’t going to be a reasonable conversation. What he wanted to do was jump the table and beat the shit out of this monster, or at the very least tell him exactly what he thought. But he knew this probably wouldn’t be the last time he would have to defend himself, and he needed to handle it professionally. Either way, he’d be damned if he was going to let Hand’s allegation go unchallenged.

Darrin began, “Dr. Hand, I’m appalled. You have hit almost every stereotype and insinuated that gay men are all pedophiles. I find it insulting beyond my ability to articulate.

You question my worldviews, but you are endorsing dangerous prejudices that diminish people. There is no shame in people working as hair stylists or in a bookstore, but to say that I can’t do my job because of my sexual orientation, that’s an affront. I have top scores in all my coursework in both my masters and PhD. I’ve presented my research at numerous national meetings, to very favorable reviews by the leading experts in my field.

My partner and I have helped with numerous Extension events, some with children. Of all your comments, I find this the most horrendously disgusting. You would insinuate that we’d hurt children. But it’s people like you who drive the suicide rate in gay youth to four times that of their heterosexual peers. So, Dr. Hand, it’s your rhetoric that’s killing people with its ignorance and helping to cause what some would call an epidemic in gay teen suicide. You’re endorsing the bullies who drive those kids to kill themselves because you make it impossible to deal with the guilt of being different. My sister was recently involved in a tragic case that left a 13 year old child dead and a family and community reeling. That you would have the audacity to slander myself and my partner in such a way. . .” Darrin lifted his hands to indicate in inability to articulate his feelings adequately.

Dr. Hand gave a viperous smile to the room, “Oh come now, Mr. Richards. It’s common knowledge that homosexuals are largely sexual predators. If you stay in academia you will become one of the insipid hormone driven men who lurk in certain men’s restrooms trying to lure in innocent college students. Your kind simply cannot be allowed to infest academia any further than you already have. If we limit you people’s influence to those areas already infested with you, then perhaps we can save society.”

Darrin was furious. This man was a psychotic gay basher. The carefully maintained veneer of civility he had been trying so hard to maintain evaporated in the heat of his fury. He walked down the conference table until he was direct across the table from Hand, and released his fury.

“Your soul must be a shriveled pile of rotting shit. You’re the kind of person who would throw the torch at a cross burning. Your kind has sought to repress anyone different through history, and killed millions in the process. You are supposed to be a scientist, but you wallow in ignorance. You manipulate people’s fears and try to capitalize on them. You are an appalling waste of a human being. What a horrible mistake this university has made to allow you contact with those precious students who you say you are trying to protect.

You are simply morally derelict, Dr. Hand. And if you weren’t so dangerous, I’d pity you. But like a rabid dog, you are a danger to everyone you come in contact with.

I would escort bayan taksim happily explain all of my research in minute detail. But I will no longer debate my sexuality with you.” Darrin folded his arms across his chest and glared down at the young faculty member. Hand leaned forward, readying a renewed attack, when a voice cracked across the room.

“Enough!” said Dr. Koch in a voice that popped like a 15-foot bullwhip. He looked at Hand and Darrin, his lips a hard line. Darrin was wondering if he had stepped over the line. Koch had been kind to he and Mitch over the past year, but Darrin was still not sure of its source. He was obviously furious, his flared nostrils and red face certain indicators. Finally, to Darrin’s relief, he turned to Hand.

“You are too stupid to exist.”

Hand rocked back, “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean just what I said you incredibly stupid little fuck! You aren’t that good and you have just broken every anti-discrimination regulation this university has. You have directly attacked Mr. Richards solely in his sexual orientation. People as stupid as you shouldn’t breed, they really shouldn’t. And Richards’ is right. How asinine of you to tell him that he could never make it in academia. You know as well as I do that some of our best researchers are gay,” Koch paused and ran his hand over his face. Looking at the rest of the committee, who all looked at strained as Darrin. “We’re done here. Hand, you are not tenured, even if you were I’m not sure you could survive a cluster fuck of this magnitude, but if I were you I’d start looking for other work.” A small smirk leaked onto his face, “Maybe as a hair stylist . . . or in a bookstore.”

Koch turned to Darrin. “You passed Richards. You passed the academic test, and unfortunately you got a huge dose of university politics. But you dealt with that well too. Go celebrate.”

With that Koch closed his notebook and walked from the room, followed closely behind by the rest of the committee. Darrin grabbed his materials and left quickly too, leaving Hand staring at the conference table.

Mitch had been watching the clock. Darrin’s defense was taking a lot longer than it should have. The nerves finally got to him and he started walking the hall, trying to catch Darrin as quickly as possible. A couple of people stopped to chat with him for a few minutes, and then moved on with a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. Just as he was turning for another trip down the hall, Mitch felt a huge hand grip his shoulder.

“Calm down, Mitch. Darrin will do fine. He has this stuff down cold,” said Gordy.

Mitch turned with a smile to the large man behind him. “Yeah. I know Gordy. It’s just been a lot longer than it should have.”

“But you never know, they might have just be BS’ing and there is no problem.”

“I know. I know. I’m being Darrin,” said Mitch with a smile. Glancing down the hall he saw Darrin step out of the stairwell. “And there he is. Thanks Gordy!” Mitch slapped their friend on the shoulder and sprinted down the hallway to his lover. Once he was close enough, he couldn’t tell how things had gone from Darrin’s face. But it obviously wasn’t a cakewalk.

“Hey, College . . .”

Darrin looked up and smiled, “Hey, Mitch.”

“So spill it! How did it go?”

“Fine. I passed,” said Darrin.

“But?”

“Hand came unhinged. Asked why I was bothering them to get a degree that I’d never be able to get a job in because I couldn’t be trusted in Extension, because I might need to work with kids. And of course all gay men are pedophiles. And my research will be biased because of my ‘worldview’. He dropped just about every damn stereotype there is. Basically tried to torpedo me based on the fact that I’m gay.”

Mitch’s face had morphed during Darrin’s explanation. By the time he finished, Mitch was clenching his fists and looked ready to kill someone. “Where is the mother fucker! I’ll beat the holy shit out of him and I don’t fuckin’ care! What a cock sucking bigot! Goddamn. Goddamn it!”

Mitch started for the door, intent on taking physical retribution. This was the most fucked up thing he’d ever heard of, and Hand was going to pay. As he moved to get past Darrin, he felt his arm being grabbed.

“No. It’s handled. And without you going to jail,” said Darrin, who smiled slightly. “Although I would love to see him spitting out his teeth once you finished with him.”

“How has it been handled?” asked Mitch around clenched teeth.

“Well, I reamed him out pretty good. Pointed out what a poisonous snake he was,” said Darrin.

“Ok, that’s good,” said Mitch with a nod, knowing now that Darrin did have a steel backbone now when needed.

“Oh, that’s not the best part. Koch ripped him.”

“Koch? Really? What did he do?”

“Well as I recall he started out by saying he was a waste of a human and had broken every anti-discrimination policy the university has, and finished by telling Hand that he should look for a new job.”

“Really?” asked Mitch with a smile.

“Oh yeah. It was impressive. I see why Koch has the rep he does,” said Darrin.

Mitch realized that the drama had sidetracked him from Darrin’s important news. He grabbed Darrin and hugged him. “Congratulations, babe! You passed! You have your PhD.”

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I was driving round Scotland together with my friend Ken who was visiting from NZ. We were staying in a B&B in a village near Perth. Down the road the ‘Big Hotel’ was advertising a ceilidh, open to non residents. The cover charge seemed reasonable and Ken was fanatical about country dancing so we just had to go.

The billing suggested that it would be smart dress so we both put on our black Argyle jackets for the occasion. Ken was in his usual McKenzie tartan kilt and I chose to wear my Dress Stewart kilt. I wasn’t actually going to wear anything underneath but Ken insisted that I wear pants since he didn’t want me to embarrass either myself or him while dancing. I thought about wearing my white CK trunks which go quite well with that tartan but he suggested that I wear the Dress Stewart tartan undertrews instead since he liked to see me in them. He thought they looked smart and they were certainly modest enough, coming well down my thigh, rather like Bermuda shorts and, since they were in the same tartan as the kilt, it was hard to tell which was kilt and which was underwear.

There was a good crowd there. I even danced quite a lot since there were the usual favourites like the Dashing White Sargent, Eightsome reel, etc which I can actually do. Since it was ceilidh dancing, one of the younger women made me burl more than I had intended but I soon got into the energetic way and was leaping about quite the thing. I noticed an elderly gent sitting at one of the side tables who kept looking at me. I was sure that it wasn’t because I was a good dancer!! He caught my eye and we smiled at each other. After one rather energetic dance he motioned Ken and myself over. He said that he liked my kilt and the unusual way it was pleated. He was quite knowledgeable and recognised the Dress Stewart tartan right away. He introduced us to his niece and Ken took her off as a partner for the next dance, leaving us sitting together.

We chatted for a bit about kilts and dancing then he said, “I hope that you don’t mind me asking a personal question, but are you wearing tartan undertrews beneath your kilt?”.

I laughed and said that I didn’t at all mind him asking. I confirmed that, yes, I was, and added that not many people nowadays would have recognised them. He told me that he couldn’t help getting a brief glimpse when my kilt swung up on the turns. I joked that it was more than a turn when the young lady ‘burled’ me round so fast! He was amused at that.

He told me that his name was Bobby and he had always worn trews under his kilts, as did most men of his generation. He had been a professional entertainer, with the specialties of highland dancing and playing the organ. He was a talented guy. It turned out that he was born in 1925 so that would have made him 80! A well preserved 80, I may say. Hope that I look as well at that age. I asked why he wasn’t still wearing a kilt and he told me that he recognised that he had lost both the figure and the legs for a kilt but he admired other men wearing them and he thought that mecidiyeköy eskort I wore mine particularly well. I thanked him. Then, suddenly, and surprisingly, he asked if my friend Ken was gay.

“Yes,” I said, “and, before you ask, I am bi.”

“I did wonder.” And I wondered how he knew because I didn’t think of Ken as obviously gay. Perhaps those who are properly gay have a special instinct about others.

He said that he would like to have a private viewing of my trews if I didn’t object. He was staying in the hotel and I could come up to his room. I said that I would be delighted and he dispatched me to the bar to order drinks for his niece and Ken. He had a good bottle of Scotch in his room for us. He told his niece that he was going up to his room for a bit and I told Ken what was happening. Ken wasn’t very pleased not to be included.

We got to his room and settled down with our drinks. We were sitting opposite one another and I could see that he had deliberately put me in the higher chair from the desk while he was sitting in the low lounge chair.

“Open your legs a bit,” he asked and I obliged. “Very nice!” he said.

Then he asked me to cross my legs, high up. I duly flashed him a side view of thigh with the kilt pleats falling back to reveal the legs of the tartan undershorts. I was finding all this display quite arousing and a part of me was beginning to respond! I could feel it growing down the leg of my trews. I wondered if he could see the bulge of it between my legs.

I flashed him more views of my trews including standing up and doing a couple of spins so that the dark kilt pleats swung out and up, showing the white of the tartan which was normally covered with the pleats in repose, and, of course, the matching tartan shorts underneath the kilt. He was loving it. Then he asked me to stand beside him which I duly did. I felt his warm hand on my knee, then climbing my left thigh, all under my kilt and sporran which were still in place. Eventually it reached the leg of my trews.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not, I am enjoying it. Feel free to do anything you want!”

I could feel him touching the material, one finger inside the leg opening, the other outside, rubbing the tartan between them. I could also feel my erection growing further down the leg, the same left leg that he had his finger in. I wondered when he would notice! He took his finger out of the leg and his hand felt along the front of my trews. I could feel them touch the bulge, then move away to the other side then come back to feel the outline more carefully but all with a light fingered touch. Remember that this was all going on under the kilt so I could only feel where his hand was, not see it. Much more exciting than having it all exposed! I was in the hands of an expert in arousal. Nothing was being said either. No frivolous chatting. It was all done in silence.

Well, he had felt enough and now was time to see. He asked me to turn round then istanbul eskort bayanlar lifted my kilt at the back. Lots of tartan pleats but he swept them all up quite expertly. But that needed both his hands so he couldn’t touch as well. He asked me to hold up the pleats for him then I felt his hands on my bum, squeezing the tartan covered cheeks gently then running a questing finger up and down the valley, then right through between the tops of my spread thighs, feeling all of my bulges. I was loving it! Then he wanted to see the front so I turned round and obligingly scooped up the aprons and sporran and held them high up on my chest. I could hear his intake of breath as he viewed the big expanse of Dress Stewart tartan. I could see my reflection in the mirror behind him. It is a big kilt and with me holding up the tartan it stretched all the way from shoulder level to the trews legs coming halfway down my thighs. As I looked down, the bulge of my penis was becoming quite obvious. These trews are rather tight as you can see in the photos and video. It was actually feeling uncomfortable. My sex was trying to erect upright, but still constrained downwards inside the close fitting leg of the shorts where it had been hanging when flaccid. He must have recognised the problem because he asked if I was feeling it tight, indicating the front of my trews. I said that I was. Then I saw him move his hand to the buttons on the fly front. He undid the lowest one, then the next, and, finally, the waistband. Then he put one hand in the opening and, very gently, reached down to grasp my stiffening penis. With both hands, one outside and one inside, he released it from its tight tartan prison, pulling it upright to freedom. Relief! Lowering my trews some more he reached down and pulled both the balls through as well. So that all my sex was outside the trews. Then he did a surprising thing. He pulled them up a bit and redid the top button so that the trews were more or less covering me but with cock and balls sticking out of the fly.

I looked again in the mirror and I was a right sight! That same full expanse of tartan but with bare sex parts sticking out of the front. My penis hadn’t quite fully erected so soon after being constrained inside the tight tartan pants. He cupped it expertly in his hands and rubbed gently. He was gratified to feel me respond. The rubbing continued until I was more fully erect. Then he asked me to stand closer, to stand directly in front of him, in fact, with my legs astride his. Then he bent his head forward and took my cock in his mouth. Lovely!

“Excuse me just a minute,” he said, and removed his dentures, laying them on the table. He took me in his mouth again and this time it was the purest bliss as he mouthed me like no other. He sucked, he licked, he did what felt like incredible things to my cock which was by now fully hard. He had my balls in his hands too, squeezing, rubbing, pulling, and also sometimes with a hand between my legs, rubbing through the trews, taksim escort bayan just behind the scrotum where he could feel the base of my stiff penis, and also further back, fingering my hole. Eventually, I told him that I was going to cum but he just nodded without taking me out of his mouth so I took that as a Yes! I lowered the aprons over the back of his head so he was completely up my kilt giving me this most fantastic blow job. I rested my hands on his shoulders then stroked his head through the covering tartan. I couldn’t see what he was doing, of course, but somehow that made it more exciting. I could hold back no longer and cried out that I was cumming! He kept sucking and I felt the unstoppable spasms of orgasm again and again as I ejaculated.

He took it all in his mouth. When I had cum my lot, I lifted the aprons and he disengaged his mouth, My penis was all wet and shiny with a little trail of semen still hanging off the tip. I was feeling absolutely shattered. Standing up while having an orgasm does that to me more than when lying down. Gerald usually brings me off standing up and I quite like the intense feeling it gives. But he never sucks like this guy did.

As I said, he must have swallowed all of my cum since I didn’t see him spit it out. What he did do was to take another sip of his whiskey….. as a semen chaser perhaps??- and put his teeth back in.

I asked if he wanted me to rub him but he said, no, ‘down there’ hadn’t worked properly for years and he was perfectly content to leave it in peace. He got his pleasure out of feeling and pleasuring me in my lovely kilt and matching trews.

I made to put my penis back inside the trews and pull them up but he stopped me, saying that he wanted to keep looking at it. There were not many times he had the opportunity to look at a kilted man this way. He showed me where the tissues were and I dried myself. But it was a bit uncomfortable with the trews partly down so we compromised. I pulled the trews up but left my, by then, limp cock sticking out of the lower part of the fly. I did up the waist and top button. When I sat down he wanted me to pull back the aprons of my kilt so that my penis was on view, surrounded by tartan covered crotch. It was still leaking a bit and I used another tissue to wipe the drips. Having an interested spectator watching me this way was quite sexy and, although I didn’t get another erection I kept oozing semen for a surprising length of time.

He asked if my friend Ken wore trews under his kilt but I said that he hadn’t any of his own but he liked to see me in mine. He had tried some on but they didn’t fit him as they were too small. He asked if Ken ever went without pants but I told him that Ken always wore green schoolgirl knickers for dancing, like he was now, but he sometimes wore the same ordinary white briefs he wore under his trousers. He asked if I was having sex with Ken and I confirmed that I was. “He will be disappointed tonight!” he remarked.

He asked if I had met other men wearing trews. I said that I had only found a few but that there quite a lot who had been interested in mine.

We corresponded for a bit, but Bobby wasn’t in to computers so he wrote longhand. I printed off my replies to him. He had had some interesting experiences to share and he was very appreciative of the kilted experiences I told him.

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My wife had left for the office but I decided to stay home that day as I was sick and tired of working and needed some time to myself. After grabbing a cup of coffee, I flipped on the TV and powered up the PC to check my morning mail. After rifling thru the usual spam and bullshit messages from friends and relatives, I decided to check some of my favorite adult websites. I like a combination of erotic stories and pictures so I had several different websites up simultaneously. I like beautiful women of all shapes, sizes and color, but I’m also very comfortable exploring the “wilder” side of things including group, bi, and gay sexual themes. My wife is quite straight-laced so she would faint if she ever knew I was looking at these things but I figure, it doesn’t hurt to look as long as I remain faithful to her and keep her happy.

My cock began to rise as I read some stories and flipped between the pics of the day. I pulled the leg of my sweat shorts aside and gave my dick some room to roam. I grabbed the head of my cock and began to twist the foreskin behind around and around the head. After rolling the head in my hand for several minutes, I reached down and grabbed the shaft and stroked the top of it with my thumb as I stroked the bottom of my shaft with my other four fingers. The sensation made the blood rush to my cock and of course made it grow that much larger and longer.

I like to take my time when stroking myself, trying to last as long as possible and extend the pleasure until I simply can’t take it any more and today was no exception. I’ll bring myself to the brink and then let go and watch the precum form at the end. I usually spread the silky moisture around the head of my dick and if I’m feeling really kinky, I’ll bring a taste or two to my lips.

After surfing the usual sites I decided I needed something a little more on the wild side so I brought up a few of the bi and femdom strap-on sites I had saved from previous visits. I like the MFM combination versus the straight male on male scenarios. There’s something really sexy about a woman taking control and guiding her man thru a sexual experience. I had a few of my favorite images up on the screen, one with a guy fucking a girl from behind as another guy was licking the girl’s pussy from below as she gave him a blowjob, and another series of images where a girl was fucking a guy with a strap-on as he was blowing some well-hung guy when the doorbell rang. The sound made me jump out of my chair as I quickly tried to tuck my hard-on away. Sweat shorts aren’t very good at hiding a hard-on and I certainly couldn’t answer the door with a tent in my pants. So, I pulled my dick straight up and let the waistband hold it into position and quickly threw on a t-shirt which safely covered the top of my pants.

When I got to the door I noticed a UPS truck in the drive and felt relieved that is wasn’t one of the neighbors coming to borrow something. My heart was beating a mile a minute from the fear of being caught doing something that I shouldn’t be doing as I opened the door and greeted the delivery man. He gave mecidiyeköy escort me a kind of funny look as he handed me the package and asked me to sign. I set the package down on the ground and noticed a rather large bulge in the front of his pants. As I finished signing, I looked up to return the pad and pen and the UPS guy was just standing there smiling looking down towards my crouch. I was dumbfounded and wondered what the fuck he was doing.

“Here’s your pen back sir,” I said.

He just stood there, stared and smiled for another few seconds before saying, “so you like the kinky stuff huh little man.”

I wasn’t sure I understood him so I said, “I beg your pardon?” hoping that he would repeat himself again.

“I said, you like the kinky stuff huh little man,” he said in a slightly more aggressive tone of voice.

I told him I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about and that he better move on or I would call the main office and report him. That’s when he pushed me back into the house and closed the door behind him.

“Look here pussy boy, I saw you looking at those gay sites on the computer while you were stroking your cock and I even saw you lick the jism off your fingers when I passed the window coming up to your back porch. I know your name, I know your address, and I’ve delivered packages here before and know your pretty little blonde-headed wife wouldn’t approve of you looking at guys fucking and sucking each other off. Now sit down and shut the fuck up or I’ll let the world know what you’ve been doing!”

I’m not a small man by any means but this guy had me by the balls and outweighed me by 50 or so pounds, most of which was muscles from lifting and carrying packages all day. I simply didn’t have any choice and sat down as ordered.

“Look man, I’ll do anything for you, just tell me how much it’s going to cost and I’ll pay you and we can pretend this never happened,” I said.

“Oh, you’re going to pay me alright pussy boy but it ain’t gonna be with cash. Since you like looking at that gay stuff all day, I’m going to give you a chance to experience it first hand. Get those shorts off so I can see you wank that puny little white cock of yours.” he said.

I know I’m no John Holmes but I’ve never really thought of my cock as puny. Of course, that was by a white man’s standard and I was sitting in front of a rather large black man now. I nervously dropped my shorts to the ground and stepped out of them. In spite of my present fear, my cock still stood at attention and even throbbed up and down a couple times as I stood there in front of him – I wished it had just shriveled up and disappeared. My erection didn’t go unnoticed by the delivery man.

“So, pussy boy likes undressing in front of the black man doesn’t he. Look at how hard his little dickey is and the little fucker is leaking pussy juice all over. Wipe that juice off the end of you dick pussy boy and lick your fingers dry.”

I did as I was told partly to just get this over as fast as possible, partly because I was istanbul escort bayanlar starting to like being taken control of by a bigger, more powerful man of a different race. Unfortunately for me, the attention I was giving to my own dick caused it to leak more cum almost uncontrollably.

“So you like a little dick juice to start your mornings off with huh pussy boy? Well, I’ve gotta enough dick juice in my balls to fill your tight little pussy mouth up and then some. Reach over here and unzip my pants and let me show you the package you were really hoping I’d deliver today.”.

My hands trembled as I reached for his fly, the zipper stuck so I grabbed the top of his pants and opened the top button with one hand and pulled harder at the zipper with the other. The zipper came down and over the large lumped in the delivery man’s pants until it hit the bottom of its path.

“Reach in there and see what daddy brought you son.”

I pulled the elastic waistband down from his shorts and reached inside. I was amazed at both the heat being generated from inside and the mass of meat that was packed in this guy’s underwear, it was clearly more than my hand could hold. The girth of this guy’s cock was huge and the outline of the head was prominent in his pants. I pulled his underwear down further while pulling his cock upwards and out. His massive meat flopped out and rested, semi-hard, against avocado-sized nutsack. I have seen guys like this on the websites I’ve visited but never anything this size this close.

“Come on, suck my dick pussy boy, I’ve got packages to deliver,” the delviery man shouted as I sat there holding his dick watching it swell and harden.

I slowly leaned forward and brought the dark brown head to my mouth and began to lick the underside of his cock knowing the pleasure this gives me when my wife blows me. His dick jumped and throbbed as I licked the underside and I took that as a sign that I was doing the right thing.

“Hmmm, that feels good pussy boy, you’ve done this before haven’t you? Do you blow your boyfriends often or does your wife bring home her lovers and have you blow them before they fuck her brains out?” he said.

His comments were driving me crazy and I let go of my own cock in fear of exploding prematurely if I touched it any more. I grabbed his cock with both hands and slowly slid more and more of his cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. There was plenty more cock to go but I gagged when it hit the back and pulled it out so as to not bite down with reflex.

“What’s the matter pussy boy, black man’s cock too big for your little pussy throat?”

There wasn’t any doubt about that, he had more cock than I could handle so I sucked on what I could easily fit in my mouth as I stroked the rest with both of my hands. Fully erect his cock had to be 12 or 13 inches. I was getting into sucking this guy off , bobbing my head up and down, tightening my lips around his cock like a tight little pussy and from the sounds he was making, he was obviously enjoying escort himself. I reached under his dick and gently grabbed his balls with my hand and started to massage them as I sucked. They had tightened up considerably which I knew was a sign that he wasn’t far off from delivering the goods. He reached down and grabbed my head with both of his hands and started to thrust his hips as he pumped my mouth with his big black cock.

“That’s it pussy boy, suck me, suck my big black cock down your little white pussy. C’mon little white man, suck your black master’s cock good and he’ll reward you for your work. Hmmm, suck me pussy boy.”

With that, I felt the head of his dick swell even more in my mouth and I knew to pull it out a bit in order to give it room to explode. I could feel the sperm leap from the bottom of his nutsack and shoot down the entire length of his cock. It hit the back of my throat like at rocket and was followed by a long steady stream of six or seven more blasts. I swallowed what I could but his dick was so large and load was so big that some of it spilled from the corners of my mouth. He continued to pumped my mouth until he was satisfied and then pulled it from my mouth with a pop!

“Ahh, little white man didn’t want to let go of my dick huh? You liked sucking my cock didn’t you pussy boy?”

“Yes,” I said softly.

“I can’t hear you pussy boy what did you say,” he shouted.

“Yes sir, I liked sucking your big black dick sir,” I said in fear of being hit by this guy.

“That’s good pussy boy because now that I know you’re such a good little cocksucker, I’ll be back whenever I need someone to drain my cock and if you don’t answer the door when I knock, I’ll simply tell your wife and neighbors what a good little cocksucker you are – you wouldn’t want that would you pussy boy.”

“No,” I said.

“No what pussy boy!” he shouted.

“No sir, I would want you to tell my wife and neighbors that I’m a good little cocksucker sir,” I said in return.

“Good, then let’s keep that way and everyone will be happy pussy boy. I’m sure I’ll have another package for you next week pussy boy. Maybe you can slip into a pair of your wife’s bikini underwear before I arrive so you’re dressed like the pussy boy you really are.”

With that, he wiped his limp dick across my face leaving a trail of cum behind and stuffed his dick back into his pants before zipping up and leaving.

My heart was pounding even faster than it was when he arrived, partially out of fear of what had just happened and partially because I was simply turned on by what I just did. I was actually looking forward to the next delivery and began pounding my own meat until I came with a flood. I sat there for a moment just taking in the moment as the cum dripped over my hand until the ringing phone brought me back to my senses.

I picked the phone up with my dry hand and said “hello.” It was my wife checking in on me and wondering what I had been doing.

“Oh, I just finished breakfast hun and was about to get cleaned up when you called.”

As she started to run down a list of things she wanted me to do today, I brought my other hand up to my mouth and quietly licked it clean. I didn’t hear a word she said and I let the experience of the last 20 minutes replay in my mind. Can’t wait until the next package arrives…

(to be continued)

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It was only one week remaining until the swim meet, and my buddy Alex and I were reaching peak form. Our coach had finished putting us through the high intensity sessions and this week would be a succession of easier sets to lead us into the competition. The event next Sunday was not really an important meet itself. But it set the scene for the upcoming carnivals, which led to the provincial championships and in turn led into the nationals and selections for men’s representative swim team.

We were relatively old for the swim squad. My age 23 and Alex 22 made us the elders of the team. Being in college meant that our training schedule could be pretty flexible. We weren’t restricted to the early morning starts and late training sessions like many of the squad who were still in high school.

So here we were mid-morning on a Monday, doing a fairly lazy set without any coach to push us or keep us on target. And that meant plenty of stopping to chat in the shallows at the end of each set. Alex and I were competitive, but we had a custom of lifting the other up rather than holding the other back. We always celebrated our big or small victories and commiserated in each other’s losses. Our friendship was strong and cemented in mutual respect and even though we competed in the same events for the same championships, there was no jealousy between us. In fact, I greatly admired Alex for his dedication to swimming: his dogged determination to swim right to the end of exhaustion and his commitment to training in the pool and in the gym. It was reflected in his amazing physique with broad shoulders, an expansive chest, rippling abdominal muscles and strong arms. I had a similar appearance, though maybe not as impressive as Alex.

Being a weekday and during working hours, patronage at the pool was very low. In fact Alex and I almost had the pool to ourselves and we swam together in lane 6, or as we called it, the lucky lane. The only other swimmer at the pool was another regular in lane 5. I didn’t know her name, but she was around 40 years old and she regularly attended with another friend. Each day we’d nod and say hi, but we’d never talked. Her modus operandi was fin kicking. With kickboard outstretched, and head out of the water, she and her friend would endlessly kick for lap after lap. They’d swim side by side, chatting the entire time about whatever it was that middle aged women discuss. With all that kicking, the ladies had great bodies. Long slender legs, strong thighs, flat tummies and a swimmer’s tan.

The fashions in swimwear wax and wane through time. During the era of the speed suit, swimwear covered almost all of the body, and the fashion filtered through to regular swimwear too. But now the pendulum had swung and the fashion was minimalist. Today our fin kicking friend was wearing a yellow two-piece outfit. It was definitely a serious swimming-wear and not a leisure piece. But still, the low-cut top revealed ample breast. And the bottoms also revealed plenty of flesh. The lower back was cut to reveal two gorgeous orbs of her buttocks. And the front was a narrow style that only just covered the pussy and labia, before flaring out to the waistband. Alex and I also wore the current fashion in men’s swimmers. They were also minimalist and sat low on the hips with narrow side coverage. The briefs gave us the great benefit of a full body sun tan. But the danger always lurked that any arousal could result in embarrassment because there was definitely no space for an erection to hide. During today’s set I’d glanced at every opportunity at her body as I swam past. But there were limited chances to take in the view and somehow Alex had usually obscured my sight.

We’d neared the end of our light training set. A sequence of one-hundreds. Then a long set with the pull buoy. And finally we were into the cool down set, which was a few laps of kicking. Alex and I were at the shallow end holding our kickboards, chatting and procrastinating. Our fin kicking friend reached the wall, stopped and remained crouched in the water: “Hello boys, how’s the swim?”

Alex slid across and hung his arms over the lane rope to face our fin kicking friend with his broad smile. “Easy”, he said. “Very easy today”.

“Shall we do sex together?” she asked with a smile.

“Pardon!” I said shocked.

“Well it looks like we’re both on kick now”.

“Ohhhh”, I said. “Sets together. I get it. We’re actually just on our cool down set.”

“Sure.” Alex interrupted.

We left our goggles on the wall and kicked off together. Side-by-side-by-side the three of us travelled down the lanes, Alex in the middle. We in bare feet and she in fins, the pace was close and we opened conversation as we swam.

“I’m Karen”.

Alex and I both laughed out loud then buried our mouths under the water. “A real Karen?” he asked.

“Ha ha. Just Karen. I think you’ll find I’m not A Karen. Just Karen.”

Alex and I introduced ourselves. “We see you here all the time. Where’s your friend today?”

“Amy? Sick kids. So she’s at home. escort avcılar I’m flying solo today.”

“Your kids are at school?” I asked.

“How old do you think I am!?” Karen scoffed.

“Oh sorry”, I offered. I guess she was younger than I thought.

“My kids are grown up and left home. I’m well past that.”

Alex and I quickly looked to each other. We hadn’t guessed that one. Karen was in amazing shape with the body of a teenager and I never would have guessed an age much above 40. I decided not to press any further.

At the end of the lane, Alex and I instinctively tumble-turned, pushed off and found ourselves well ahead of Karen. Momentarily we stalled, rolled onto our backs and slowed to allow Karen to catch up.

“I saw your undies!” she said.

“When?” I asked.

“Just then. When you turned at the end of the pool. I saw your bums. It’s just something we used to say as kids. Back when it meant something to see someone’s underwear. Never mind.”

Alex face grew a sly look, his mouth took on a smirk and he replied “You can see my underwear anytime”. Karen turned to look at him, her eyes lingering on his face for some time. Then she turned back to the lane. “I’d like that. A lot.” Alex kept his eyes fixed on her. I was not quite sure what I was observing, but I was enjoying being there and being part of it.

At the end of the lane, Alex and I threw our kickboards beyond the pool. In unison, we hauled our bodies out of the water, pressing up with our triceps to lift ourselves fully out of the water. Karen remained and watched, biting the corner of her lip while she stared intently at Alex and my chests, tummies, swimmers. “I wish I could do that.” She said. “Thanks for the chat. See you next time”. And she dived under the lane ropes, heading towards the ladder at the side of the pool.

Alex and I grabbed our goggles from the pool deck, our towels and rucksacks from the stands and headed to the showers. The bathrooms were near the entrance to the pool area. There was a shallow alcove in the wall and then a left-side entrance to the women’s and a right-side entrance to the men’s change rooms. We entered the change room which consisted of a series of benches in the middle and lockers around the outside. We dumped our bags and towels on a bench and hooked sharply left to the bank of showers.

Hot water. Ahhh.

It never bothered us that the arrangement of the showers had no attempt at privacy. We’d seen each other’s bodies plenty of times before. Just like every day, we slipped out of our swimmers and held them high to the shower roses to rinse out the pool chemicals. We were standing in silence enjoying the running water when a squeal and a cuss issued from behind the showers. Alex and I looked up and at each other. “Is everything OK?” I called out.

“There’s no hot water!” Karen’s voice called out. “This is freezing!”. The women’s showers shared the same wall as ours. I guess it made sense to consolidate the plumbing.

“Its hot here.” called Alex.

“Can I share?” Karen called back.

Alex and I looked at each other and shrugged. “Sure!”.

Alex turned off the faucet. He swung by the benches, grabbing a towel and wrapping it loosely around his waist, holding the ends together and walked out to the entryway. I remained under the shower. It was one of the highlights of each day and I was reluctant to give up even a second.

Alex led Karen in from the entryway. Karen with a towel wrapped around her torso and a small tote bag cautiously looking around for anyone else who might be in the men’s changing room. Of course there was no one. Her hand held hard against her breastbone clutching where the towel ends joined. She saw me in the shower, naked facing to her direction and her face betrayed a small surprise. The explanation came: “There’s no cubicles here. Are you telling me you all have to share?”. Obviously the women’s change room had a different design. “Oh well, when in Rome.” And she placed the tote bag on the bench beside ours and nonchalantly opened her towel to reveal her naked self.

I watched and drank in her body from top to toe. Her shoulder-length mousey brown hair was wet and pressed down, tied back in a pony-tail. Face without makeup and blemish-free skin with only the hint of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Red lips, no doubt with blood shocked by a burst of cold water from her shower. Olive tanned skin with several clear set of tan-lines from the different designs of swimmers she wore from day to day. Firm and bulbous breasts with a dark, wide areola. Erect dark nipples that were so long that gravity seemed to pull the ends downward. A flat tummy with a hint of abs and muscles than could be discerned on each side. Athletic hips that led down to a completely shaved pussy, with a narrow line visible and two tiny inner lips discernible emerging from the labia. Muscular legs that tailed down to delicate feet with bright red toenails.

Alex pulled his towel to the side revealing his cock dangling beylikdüzü escort low and larger than ever and draped the towel across the bench. “This is nice”, said Karen looking down and moving closer as her fingers gently curled under the end of Alex’s heavy member. She looked up at Alex who was transfixed, staring into her eyes. Her hand remained clasped around him and I could sense the tension as his cock grew and started its upward trajectory. Karen continued to hold Alex and led him by his cock as she swaggered toward me in the shower.

Karen retained Alex’s cock behind her back in one hand while she faced me and placed her palm gently in the center of my chest. She raised her head up with a dreamy gaze and I tilted my head to one side and landed a full kiss directly on her lips. Our mouths remained in contact as I felt her fingers raking delicately down my chest, my belly, through my pubic hair. And as her hand drew gently along my shaft I felt her lips part and her tongue gently make contact with mine. Her mouth began making subtle rocking movements back and forth and I realized that it synchronized with her arms stroking both of our cocks. The cascade from the shower continued to fall on all three of us as our bodies moved closer and tiny rivulets of water found their way into my mouth, lubricating the kiss and enabling the exchange of fluid as our kiss grew in intensity.

I discerned Alex pressing against Karen’s back and his mouth nuzzling into her neck. My right hand curled around Karen’s breast, with nipple landing between my forefinger and thumb. My left hand reached for Karen’s other breast, to discover that Alex’s hand was already there. I left my hand resting on the top and initiated a light squeeze of the breast as I felt Karen’s audible exhalation into my mouth. Karen’ moaning intensified and grew in volume and I pulled away to look over her body. She faced upwards into the water with eyes closed and mouth open, tongue lolling out. Water streamed down her body with a river directed between her breasts as our hands massaged the firm flesh and squeezed on the nipples. I detected movement between Karen’s legs and saw Alex’s hand had reached from behind, passing under her ass and curved upwards so that the middle finger was manipulating her clitoris.

“Oh boys”, Karen murmured. “Oh boys. Don’t stop.” Her breathing quickened and became more audible with every breath. “Push it in. Yes that’s it”. Looking down I saw Alex’s finger disappear into the flesh of Karen’s pussy. “And the other one.” I saw a hint of movement in Alex’s shoulder and a distinct action by Karen to press her ass deliberately against Alex. As Karen groaned a deep and relieving moan, I realized that Alex had inserted his thumb into Karen’s ass. I felt my cock grow with the excitement, straining against Karen’s grip which continued increasing in strength. Water streamed from our extremities, and I felt the familiar sensation of precum welling at my dick. I looked down to see a persistent thread of sticky fluid connecting my cock to the floor.

Karen looked to the ground averting both of our gazes and her body began to rock back and forth as she retreated into her own world of enjoyment, enjoying the hands on her breasts and the fingers probing her cunt and ass. We nuzzled into each side of the nape of her neck and pushed out bodies hard against hers, reveling in that slippery sensation of skin against wet skin. She released each of our cocks from her clasp and raised arms, twisting them around our necks, pulling our faces even closer against her throat. “Take me boys. Take me. Do it. Do me. Fuck me. Fuck me every way you can.”

As Alex and I straightened our posture fully to standing, Karen retained her wrap tightly around our necks and we lifted her feet neatly off the ground. Alex withdrew his fingers from her crotch and we circled our arms around Karen’s waist and carried her the 10 feet or so from the shower to the benches. “Sit down”, she said. “I want both of you beautiful boys together”. She was taking charge and I was more than happy to comply.

Alex sat at the bench and I was about to sit beside him when Karen interrupted. “No not like that. Here, straddle the bench.” Alex sat astride the bench. “And you too.” I went to straddle the bench across from my friend. “No not like that. Together. Close.” I moved in close to Alex and lifted my left thigh over of his right. Then I worked my right thigh underneath his so that we were enmeshed close to each other, groin to groin. I reached around Alex’s midriff and pulled us even closer together and as I did Karen shuddered in excitement and emitted a subconscious moan of satisfaction. Alex and I were close, but we’d never been this close before. Karen grabbed the nearby towel and dropped in to the ground beside us as she fell to her knees. She clutched a cock in each hand and leaned forward over us.

She began to tease, alternating her mouth from one cock to the other in soft kisses and light licks. I watched bizimkent escort in anticipation as our fin kicking friend let her tongue wonder up and down the shafts, and then around and around the head of each cock. Her hands squeezed the shafts in unison and a pearl of precum emerged from the tips of both penises. Her tongue touched down on the tip of my cock, picking up a strand, and her mouth moved to the Alex’s cock with a trailing web of semen. Her tongue circled the tip then drew back into her mouth, resulting in trails of precum connecting both cocks to her mouth. She audibly sucked the air and the cumtrails vanished into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and causing her to cough and sit upright, interrupting the flow of our interlude. She issued a mixture of coughing and laughing with eyes watering in the way that the body reacts to discomfort. But she was definitely enjoying herself, explaining, “It’s OK, I’m OK. I haven’t finished yet”. Karen breathed in deeply, swallowed hard, then leant forward, this time pulling our two cocks together and wrapping her two hands around the combined trunk of our manhoods.

“Oh God”, she mumbled. “So good.” Karen leaned far forward, her luscious tits pressing hard against each of our thighs. Her pony tail flopped over her shoulder obscuring my view, so I circled my hand under its midpoint and lifted the hair, holding it firmly but gently. I saw Karen open her mouth wide and then she lowered her head to take the double barrels of cock into her mouth. I felt my hard cock work its way into her mouth, pressed hard between her hands and my friend’s cock. I felt both excited and at ease. At comfort with my buddy. Hearing him begin to moan with delight. Feeling the pleasure of my cock in her warm mouth. And then Karen started to seriously move. Her arms reached around each of our waists to provide anchorage. And then her head lifted with a sucking action and a slurping noise. Just before the cocks sprung out of her mouth, she thrusted her head back down again with a gurgling noise at the end of the stroke. She repeated the action with increasing intensity. I could feel warm syrup sliding down my shaft and dripping down my balls as the thick saliva from the back of her throat began to flow and lubricate our cocks. Karen’s movements and sounds betrayed obvious pleasure, so to assist I tightened my grip on the pony tail. As she lifted I tugged her hair upwards. And as her head thrust down, I pressed down on the back of her head to drive our cocks that little bit further, pressing against the back of her throat as she gagged and spluttered.

Karen’s grip around my waist tightened. Her head began to thrust harder. The tempo sped up. I could hear Alex’s breath quicken. He began to roll his head back. “I’m going to cum” he said. At an instant, Karen pulled bolt upright, railing against the pressure of my hand on her head. “No.” she said. “You can’t cum.” She stood and leaned over toward Alex. “We’re not ready for that yet.” Her face was flushed with exertion and excitement and a mixture of precum and saliva was smeared around her mouth with a drool hanging from the end of her chin.

Her hand reached down and wiped against her cunt and then curled around Alex’s jawline while she bent forward to plant a sloppy kiss on his lips. She turned to me and did just the same. Standing with arms outstretched in a “T” she pleaded, “Help me out boys”. I took Karen’s right arm under the tricep while Alex took the left. Karen transferred her weight into our hands and then took one giant step to straddle the bench, landing between the two of us, facing me and back to Alex.

She reached down with both hands and again clutched the two slippery cocks together as a single piece of flesh. Bending knees, she lowered her body guiding the tip of the meat to her pussy entrance. Karen swiped the cocks backward and forward, forward and back in unison with the sway of her hips. The heads of the cocks faithfully followed the line of her slippery slit and the double bump of the combined cocks flicked at her engorged clitoris. My stomach muscles quivered with excitement as the delicate sensations continued on the tip of my cock — sliding back and forth on her soft pussy lips in a slippery combination of warm cunt juice, precum and saliva.

Then she carefully aligned the double-cock with her pussy and pressed her body down, exhaling a deep groan of satisfaction as our cocks stretched her lips, slipped into her pussy and pressed hard against the flesh of her cunt walls.

Alex placed his hands on her hips. From the flesh extruded between his fingers I could tell that he was holding tight. My hands circled around each of Karen’s bouncing tits and I guided one of the nipples into my mouth, sucking it in deeply. Alex worked her body, his muscular arms driving her up and down the full extent of our cocks. Karen wrapped both of her arms around my head and pulled me into her chest. I could hear her uneven breath, broken with the physical impact of thrusts by Alex’s powerful action. “Stretch me. Fill that cunt. More”, she said. “I want more.” I was about to ask what more she wanted when she placed her hands on my shoulders and stood, lowering her feet to the floor. Her left hand reached down at the front of her body and right hand behind as she grasped each of our cocks separately and pulled up and away with her pussy.

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Thanks to TH and S for helping me with this story. You are the best.

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“A bunch of us are going out tonight, Shannon,” Eva said in the cafeteria, at lunch. “Why don’t you come with us?”

Immediately Shannon started to say no. David didn’t like her to go out at night; he said he worried about her so much, he almost went crazy until she came home safe. Those girls Shannon worked with at the hospital were all wild sluts; and if she hung around with sluts people would think she was one too. Automatically, she started to say no, but then she remembered: David couldn’t tell her what to do anymore; in fact, he couldn’t come within fifty feet of her. The court order signed by the judge said so.

“Okay,” Shannon answered with a shy smile. She was determined to make friends with her co-workers at her new job. At the other hospital where she nursed for three years, she knew their names, but none of them were her friends. Friendship took work; time and energy she didn’t have to spare. Besides, what would she say when the conversation came around, the way it always did, to husbands and boyfriends? How could she explain David, the things he did and said?

When she finally left him two months ago, Shannon didn’t have one single friend left from before she met David. One by one he’d driven them off. She had her family, and they were ecstatic she’d finally gotten the courage to leave; but she couldn’t spend all her time with her mom and dad, even if they did beg her to move back home. Being distant was almost a habit; but now she had a second chance in life, and she was determined to move forward and break those old patterns. No matter how difficult it was.

The second week at her new job, on the neo-natal floor of Baptist Hospital, Eva had decided to befriend Shannon; and even if she didn’t know exactly why, Shannon was happy. Eva was so beautiful and charismatic, every man and half the women on the nursing staff followed her like puppies. For the most part, Shannon always found gorgeous women shallow and vain, but Eva was altogether different. Eva was nice, so nice that at first, Shannon thought she was faking it. It took quite awhile for her to believe that yes, Eva really was as kind as sweet as she appeared.

Balancing their trays, Eva and Shannon went over to their usual lunch table in the corner where the rest of Eva’s crowd waited, calling out greetings and eagerly waving them over. Shannon smiled as she sat down next to Kyle.

“I saved you a seat, darlin,” he told her warmly.

The first day Eva introduced Shannon to Kyle, when they were riding the elevator back up to the neo-natal floor, Eva sighed dramatically, swooning back against the elevator wall. “Isn’t he the cutest?”

“He’s cute,” Shannon said cautiously. Six feet tall and athletic, Kyle had tousled brown hair, streaked with blonde highlights only the sun could impart; deep blue eyes framed in long dark lashes, a firm but boyish jaw; revealing perfect teeth and dazzling dimples when he flashed his magnetic smile.

“And such a flirt. But why are the really interesting men always gay?” Eva lamented, shaking her head.

“Oh, he’s gay.” Instead of being disappointed, Shannon was relieved. Now she didn’t have to worry that he was hitting on her, instead of harmlessly flirting, and she could enjoy his friendship without worrying what his intentions might be.

That was a few weeks ago. Since then she and Kyle discovered they lived in the same apartment complex, and they’d gotten into the habit of walking the short blocks to work together when they were both on day shift. It was so close there was no point in driving unless it rained. Once Kyle discovered the joys of Shannon’s muffins and coffee cakes, he showed up early enough in the morning to have coffee with her; she bought some homespun Irish yarn at the knit shop and she was knitting Kyle and Eva matching scarves.

“Is that all you’re eating?” Kyle was frowning at Shannon’s lunch of a salad and blueberry yogurt.

“I’m not very hungry,” she explained softly.

“You need to eat more, sweetheart. You’re too thin.” Kyle picked up half his tuna sandwich and put it on Shannon’s tray. “Here you go.”

With a grateful smile Shannon nibbled the sandwich. Not eating much was another habit. David scowled sullenly if Shannon ate everything on her plate; when a waiter asked her if she wanted dessert, David answered for her. “She doesn’t need it.” Despite being a perfect size 3, Shannon never ate the tempting things she made for David. He was such a picky eater. No matter how hard she tried, he never would eat anything she cooked more than once; if he said it was good and she made it again, he’d say he was tired of it. The bookshelves bulged with cookbooks Shannon bought, thinking that if she just tried enough new recipes, he’d finally like her cooking and appreciate the efforts she made to please him. Meanwhile, her petite, willowy frame had dwindled down to frail.

Everyone avcılar escort bayan at the table was joking about Dr. Bradshaw, the new resident who was rotating through orthopedics on Kyle’s floor this week. Eva, who knew all the best gossip, revealed he was single, and while they were trying to figure out who should ask him out, someone suggested Shannon. Everyone laughed as she blushed scarlet; everyone except Kyle.

“Unless he heals babies by day and fights crime at night, he’s not good enough for Shannon,” Kyle snapped. A chorus of “Oooos” came up from the table.

“Looks like somebody wants the cute doctor for himself,” was the taunt. Kyle grinned, but he still looked fierce. A look that said, if anyone messed with Shannon, they’d have to deal with him.

It had been so long since Shannon had been out to a club. Later that night, in track pants and a t-shirt, she pulled out everything in her closet until she was surrounded by what few clothes she’d taken when she made her escape, whatever could fit into a couple of suitcases. She had no idea what people wore when they went out anymore. Practically the only clothes she had were scrubs. Nothing cute, nothing to wear to a nightclub.

What am I doing? Shannon sank down on the floor and stared straight ahead. I don’t have any clothes. I don’t have any furniture. I barely remember how to talk to a man, let alone flirt or dance or anything else Eva did so effortlessly.

“I should just stay home,” Shannon said out loud to her cat Rusty, who was blinking at her from the mattress on the floor that served as her bed. All the furniture had been left behind, except for a couple of antiques her brother managed to fit in his van the day she left. With a sigh Shannon scooped the cat into her arms and hugged him, burying her nose in his clean, kitty-smelling fur while he purred and kneaded her leg with his claws. He was a big black-and-silver tiger with a tinge of rust that gave him his name. The first thing she did when she rented this apartment, right after she left David for good, was went to the city animal shelter and adopted a cat. She always wanted one, but David would never agree to it. He said Shannon wasn’t responsible enough and he didn’t want to get stuck cleaning the litterbox.

Just when she had herself convinced not to go, there was a loud knock at her front door. Kyle was coming to pick her up. When she unlocked the door he swept in with his usual storm of good humor and energy. She smiled just to see his face; and it helped that he looked breathtakingly handsome in low-riding jeans and a vintage Van Halen t-shirt about a size too small, showing off his gorgeous toned chest muscles and his lean sculpted biceps. A tattoo peeked out from one of his sleeves, black against his smooth skin.

“Girl, why aren’t you dressed?” he demanded after he swooped Shannon up and kissed her cheek, holding her loosely in his arms to hear her answer.

“I’m not going.” Shannon shook her head even as she held on to him. He was so nice to hold – warm and strong and nonthreatening. “I don’t have any clothes,” she explained in a small voice.

“Sure you do. Come on, I’ll help you look.” He grabbed her hand and marched her toward the bedroom, stopping by the refrigerator to grab a Heineken. Wherever Kyle went, he was completely at home. When they arrived in Shannon’s room, Kyle deposited her on the neatly made mattress and gazed at the small array of clothing spread out over the flowered comforter. “Is this everything?” he asked, businesslike.

Shannon nodded miserably. “I… When I moved, I didn’t have a chance to pack a lot of things…”

“You don’t have to explain,” Kyle interrupted in a gentle voice. “Eva told me some of it. But forget that.” He reached down and ran his hand over her soft, naturally wavy light brown hair that was caught in a ponytail. “If you go fix your hair and put on your makeup, I’ll pick out something for you to wear.”

After a quick shower, Shannon toweled her hair dry. She didn’t do much to it. Either she put it in a ponytail or left it loose. As far as makeup… well, she hadn’t worn it in years. David didn’t like it. He said she looked fine the way she was. At first she still wore a little lip gloss, but as the years passed, eventually the only makeup Shannon owned was some tinted ChapStick.

All the nurses on her floor wore makeup, no matter what age they were; they talked about makeup all the time, what kinds they liked, what shades looked good. One of the older ladies, who’d learned about Shannon’s sad recent past from Eva, cheerfully brought in a truckload of Mary Kay samples and on a break one day, she gave Shannon a complete makeover. The results were pronounced stunning by everyone; and gratefully Shannon shelled out quite a bit of money on the full line of Mary Kay stuff. In the evenings she faithfully did her cleanser and toner and moisturizer, and she put on a little makeup on days off; yeşilköy escort but still, she didn’t wear it to work. She told herself it was because she didn’t have time to keep checking it and reapplying it all day, but really, she knew it was because she still heard David’s voice telling her she looked like a whore with all that shit on her face.

That voice echoed in her ears. She stared in the mirror at her pale, scrubbed face. She thought she had it all under control. She thought that David’s silly tantrums and ridiculous demands didn’t bother her. She was so used to someone constantly telling her what to do, and how to do it, that she was still hearing his voice in her mind and obeying that voice was a habit. But now Shannon was free. She’d left his sorry ass, and she never had to hear that voice again. To hell with David. With sudden determination she opened her brand-new makeup case and put on all her expensive new Mary Kay makeup; even eyeliner and lipliner, two things she’d never worn before, and some berry lip gloss the other nurses at work just went crazy over the day of her makeover.

When Shannon finished with her makeup, she liked the way it looked so much, she realized her hair just wouldn’t do. It was limp and curly, with no real style. When she had the hair dryer and the round brush in hand, the technique came back to her. She blew the curls out and fluffed her hair until it was straight, full, and silky. When Kyle knocked softly on the door, she was scrunching the ends with styling wax to make them stand out.

“Wow, you look great.” Kyle stared over her shoulder into the mirror, taking in her hair and face. He grinned at her transformation; and when Shannon looked, so did she. After eight years, she was beginning to recognize herself again.

“I cannot wear that.” Shannon shook her head when she saw what Kyle had laid out for her. Some tiny bootcut jeans that she’d bought on sale and never worn, because David thought they were too tight; a pair of pointy-toed black heels, only worn once, to a funeral; and a small, short-sleeved top that was made to go under a suit jacket. It was bright red, with a drawstring running up the front that made it bunchy, and hardly covered her collarbone at all. “It’s too…”

“Pretty? Sexy?” Kyle dramatically looked around over both shoulders. “When did your ex-husband walk in? I hear his voice and I want to go kick his ass. Just try it on, sweetie.”

There was no need for Kyle to leave the room; Shannon didn’t feel a bit funny putting on her bra and panties while he reclined on the bed, flipping through a copy of the Oprah magazine on the nightstand. With some reluctance she put on the outfit he’d picked out; and when she shut the closet door to look at herself in the full-length mirror, Kyle appeared behind her. In the heels the top of her head reached his shoulder. Both their eyes looked her up and down, Shannon’s anxious, Kyle’s approving.

“You really really look pretty,” Kyle nodded, smiling. “Hmmm… something’s missing. Do you have any jewelry or anything?”

“Not much.” She gestured at the jewelry box on top of her dresser. Everything David ever gave her, including her gold wedding band, she left behind when she moved out. While she looked at her reflection Kyle dug around until he came up with a long, thin silver chain that had a delicate silver charm in the shape of a butterfly. He hooked it around her narrow waist so the butterfly dangled at her hip. “Perfect,” he declared. He’d noticed Shannon’s uncertain expression as she looked at herself. “What do you see?” he asked gently.

Shannon stared wonderingly at the image in the mirror. “I see… myself,” she answered simply. The Shannon she was before David came along and screwed her up, confused her and manipulated her into being what he wanted, until she was so dead inside, she couldn’t remember what she was really like anymore. David took away her identity and she hated him for that; but what she resented most was the time he’d stolen from her. She was thirty years old now and after losing most of her twenties to that asshole, she needed to start living again before it was too late.

Before meeting David, she used to go out to clubs and parties. She was never a big drinker, but she loved to dance and she loved to wear cute clothes. David made sure she never bought anything too feminine or too pretty; he wanted her to be plain and dull, so no one else would ever see her. Now, she didn’t have to hide anymore. She liked wearing this outfit, she told herself firmly. She did look pretty, especially with the makeup and hairstyle. The court had already granted her request to take back her own last name, Hyatt. All she had to do was change all her legal documents. She wasn’t David’s property anymore. No man was ever, ever going to own her again. Her hazel eyes went up to Kyle’s looking at her in the mirror.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

Kyle cleared his throat and ran his hand through his perfectly styled hair without messing it up. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go. Eva’s waiting for us at Changes, we don’t want her to think we got lost.”

The two of them zipped down to Front Street in Kyle’s new hybrid car. Changes was a big multi-level dance club housed in an old remodeled warehouse, huge and packed to the rafters with screaming people and loud thumping music on a wild Friday night. The bottom floor was a typical college pick-up bar, but they made their way upstairs to the other bar. The upper level wasn’t entirely gay, but it wasn’t entirely straight, either. The dance floor was filled with all different combinations: guys dancing with guys, girls dancing with girls, two or three girls dancing with one guy, all drinking and having a good time. Eva was already out on the dance floor with a few other girls Shannon recognized from the hospital. They hooted and hollered and waved her over when she approached with Kyle, exclaiming loudly over her new look.

At first Shannon stuck to a table, but after two cocktails Kyle ordered called Purple Panties, she was out on the dance floor moving to the music. She hadn’t danced in years and now she didn’t want to ever stop. The DJ put on a remixed disco song and the floor thinned out while Kyle grabbed Shannon and swept her up. Kyle was an incredible dancer. Even though she didn’t know the moves, she put herself into his hands and let him lead; and everyone was watching and cheering as he threw her up into the air. Closing her eyes, she arched her back and stretched out her arms. Kyle wouldn’t let her fall. In a moment of complete trust, she flew.

All too soon he caught her and let her lightly find her feet in the heels. It had been years she since wore heels this high, but it was like riding a bike. There were a lot of things that Shannon was remembering now, that she thought she’d forgotten.

After that Shannon spent almost the entire night on the dance floor. She danced with Eva and Kyle and all the girls from the hospital. While she and Eva moved across the dance floor, oblivious to the stares that followed them, Shannon glanced up through the smoky darkness at one point to see Kyle, off in a corner near the bar.

With him, next to him, there was a boy; dark, young and pretty. This must be Kyle’s boyfriend. He and Kyle were laughing into each other’s ears, their cheeks almost touching. As Shannon watched from across the crowded dance floor, the boy’s palm snaked up Kyle’s belly and stroked his chest; and then a second later, inevitably, Kyle leaned closer and nuzzled his neck before lifting his head and kissing the other kid’s lips. A funny feeling washed over Shannon. She’d never seen two men kiss before. Part of her was shocked, she had to admit; this was Kyle here after all, and she knew he was gay but she never really thought about what that actually meant, in practice, until now. But just the same… as she watched their mouths play in a passionate and intense kiss, Shannon’s face felt flushed; her nipples hardened under her red top, and between her legs she suddenly felt warm and just a little bit slippery.

“You’re such a gorgeous dancer,” a voice suddenly cut in on her. Shannon looked up blankly to see that a man had edged between herself and Eva. He seemed harmless enough – the clean-cut, frat boy type – and he was smiling at her as he matched her movements to the music. Impatiently Shannon stared past him to the corner where Kyle just was, but she couldn’t see him anymore.

“What’s your name?” the guy asked loudly over the music. Because she couldn’t think of anything else to say, and she didn’t want to be rude, Shannon told him, but she was more interested in looking for Kyle and his little friend, to see what they were doing.

“Shannon, that’s a pretty name. Mine’s Jeremy,” the guy told her, and she nodded impatiently. She wasn’t interested in talking.

The drinks, the music, the hot feeling of excitement she’d caught from her glimpse of Kyle and his friend, all flooded over her and she lost herself in the motion of the dance floor. The deep throbbing beat of the dance music was sexual in its intensity. With so many people all moving together in a primal rhythm, it was like one big group fuck. Shannon closed her eyes while her hips moved, brushing against a stranger from behind, pressed to the frat boy facing her while his hands moved her down her rib cage, over her hips and slid around to gently put his hands on her ass; all the while she thought about Kyle and the other boy making out, and her pussy began to throb in a natural rhythm with the beat of the music. Sweat mixed with her juices and made her panties damp.

“There you are, sweetie. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

A strong hand gently took hers and Shannon opened her eyes and smiled somewhat dreamily at Kyle. He was soooo cute. Meanwhile, he was giving her handsy dance partner a dirty look as he led her off the dance floor.

“Are you having a good time, baby?” he asked her as they stopped at the bar, where he bought Shannon another drink.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed, leaning against him. He felt so nice.

“Come on, I want you to meet someone.”

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On our way to the beach you notice how uncomfortable I seem to be. You release my cock from my pants and begin to go down on me as your girlfriend watches. You feel me throb and hear me moan louder, you just smile and keep slobbering all over my cock, you know that you don’t like the taste but you’re to caught up. You can’t believe that you are so wet just by going down on me. You look up to see your girlfriend fingering herself rapidly.

Your mind is a blur, your spit is all over my member. You don’t no what’s come over you but you know that in less than 24 hours since we’ve met you’ve cum more times then ever. The sight of your girlfriend fingering herself and the throbbing feeling hitting the back of your throat is just to much. You increase your speed as you feel my balls tighten and I erupt. You try to keep it all in your mouth but its just to much. you manage to save some avcılar escort bayan but you swallowed most of it and you climb in the back seat to share with your girlfriend. As you and your girlfriend finish tonguing each others mouths you notice that we are already at the beach. After we compose ourselves your girlfriend notices the time and has to go home. The ride to her house is uneventful but she slips you her number and bounces off to her house.

I then look at you and you mention the beach again. I drive back to the beach with your head on my shoulders softly caressing the side of your breast. Remembering the vibrator still inside you I turn it back on slowly teasing you. It’s now getting dark when we arrive at the beach I pull the vibrator out, making you feel an emptiness in your pussy, and make you lick your juices off. You straighten avcılar escort yourself up and you notice a new found energy. I grab your hand and we bounce off to the beach.

You feel your nipples begin to harden as the cool ocean breeze hits you but you don’t care for you are feeling a sexual energy you have never felt before. We stop by the railing to watch the ocean waves hit the rocks. Your body is pushed up against the railing as you feel me hold your hips. You feel my arousal hoping I would take you right then and there but I just hold you and tease you, caressing you as your head leans back revealing your longing.

You feel your wetness drip down your legs. At this point you don’t care. You have resolved that you will give yourself to me anyway as long as you can feel and taste me. You are awaken out of your trance beykent escort as you feel my chest against your breasts, my hands on your ass and my tongue down your throat. All you can do is reciprocate and moan with pleasure. I slowly stroke your body causing you to grind against me but I resist. I take you and start to walk as best as I can.

We decide to go get something to eat at the local bar.

As we enter the bar you notice all the men leering at you but you don’t care. You find yourself actually turned on. You get shivers down your spine as you feel my hand in the small of your back leading the way. After dinner we decide to sit and the bar and enjoy drinks. As you sit on the bar stool you suddenly remember that you have no underwear on. I place my hand on your thigh and all your worries disappear.

After a few drinks you begin to feel a light buzz and we decide to continue our drinking at home. On the way home that buzz has increased your horniness and you wonder if I have anything left in me. You enjoyed the night before but this night is special cause you wont have to share me. You finally get to have me anyway you want. you tease me the whole way home.

To Be Continued…

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Summer hiking in New Hampshire had become a new hobby. Paired with camping we were really becoming outdoorsy. Frequenting a bar in Franconia, we had quickly made new weekend friends and in particular a couple: Molly and Jack. Molly was short, petite and blonde – the physical opposite to Jack who stood at 6’3″ with dark short hair.

Molly and I planned a weekend for the four of us to get off our usual trails and see something new. “I’m dying for a change,” Molly sighed. “Ask Jack. I’ve barely been interested lately. It’s gotten so bad he’s watching porn every night,” she confesses to me. Lowering her voice further “and you know what? I think he’s watching MMF threesomes. He left the browser open and I caught a look.”

I pretend to act shocked as she waits for me response. But immediately I started wondering how I could get Jack alone with you and me. I had seen his cock once before – an accident coming out of the outdoor shower – and I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since. “You’d love it daddy,” I confessed one evening while stroking you slowly. “He’s absolutely hung.” I feel you get harder in my hand but don’t let you cum until you promise to help me suck him. Thinking about his thick cock inches from your mouth puts you over the edge and you explode all over my hand – moaning loudly for the cock we’re going to share.

The next weekend comes and I get a call from Molly. She feels terrible but she has to cancel. Her niece needs a babysitter and she couldn’t say no. But Jack is still dying to go avcılar escort so she asked if we wouldn’t mind him third wheeling?

I turn to you and pretend to ask – knowing we were about to have the hottest weekend. As I continue to talk to her, I start tracing my finger up and down along the length of your shaft, turning you on and getting you hard. We can both barely wait.

When we arrive at the campsite Jack is already there – shirtless per usual, his basketball shorts hanging low on his abdomen. A slight trail of hair and a muscular v hinting at what was underneath.

After we set up our tent we set out on a day hike. Jack is elated – free from Molly he’s a whole different person – flirting with me and even making passing remarks about how strong you look and how hot our sex must be.

I make a show at every break – bending and stretching to show off my ass and tits for Jack to see. We both notice him adjusting his shorts. While I’m walking ahead of you he turns to you and apologizes – he’s been looking at my ass all day. “Yeah me too you say,” and he loosens up. “Thank god dude. I didn’t want you to think I was creeping on her or anything. Molly just hasn’t been in the mood in awhile and I’m desperate man. All I do is watch porn,” he laughs. “I’d do anything for a sloppy wet blow job,” he groans. You tell him you don’t want to brag but you get one every night. “You’re a dick,” he jokes. “Now all I’m going to think about is her lips around your cock.”

“If you ambarlı escort want to think about my cock dude I’m not going to stop you,” you say half joking half serious. He laughs and we begin the decent back.

When we reach camp we relax over dinner with a few beers. The sun sets and stars rise and it’s reaching bed time.

Jack has been sitting close to me around our fire pit. I put my feet up on his lap and tell him I’m chilly. Uninhibited by wine and beer, I tell you both I’m going to bed. “Jack it’s going to stay cold tonight – don’t be a stranger if that tent gets too icy for one.”

I enter the tent and beckon you to follow.

Jack stands up and says, “Dude I swear to god I’m so horny that if I hear you guys fucking tonight I’m going to jerk off listening.”

“Well hope you brought lube then,” you say chuckling.

“Come onnnn you’re killing me,” he whines- his bulge beginning to grow.

You head to our tent and we snuggle up into our sleeping bag. Not more than 10 minutes go by when we head the zipper of the tent opening.

“So uh… I got cold.” Jack mumbles – his hard dick visible through his pajamas.

“Lay between us just to warm up,” I offer, sliding over and letting him in between us. He lays on his side – apologizing for how tight the sleeping bag is for three people. I wrap his arm around me- my ass against his hard cock. Your cock against his ass and growing harder by the second.

I start gently stroking beşyol escort his arm – running my fingernails softly against him – working my way slowly down to his leg against mine.

You know I’ve started touching his cock when you hear him moan “oh fuck yes please.” You get harder – pressing your now throbbing cock against his back.

I unzip the sleeping bag and instruct you both to lay on your backs. I remove his pants first slowly and leaning across him, remove yours too. He starts stroking himself quickly.

I grab his hand away and tell him to let me take care of that. I lean over his cock on all fours. Taking the length of him in my mouth you hear me hum with pleasure. I reach up and begin stroking you.

“Daddy,” I whisper hungrily, “look at his cock. Feel how big he is.” I guide your hand to his dick, huge and wet from my mouth. You can’t believe how it feels to hold another man’s cock in your hands. You instinctively squeeze him in your palm and he lets out a deep moan. “Fuck yes,” he mutters “fuck yes, please don’t stop.”

You begin stroking him slowly – his pleasure visibly mounting as he begins to hump your hand rhythmically – my tongue gently swirling the tip of his huge cock.

“I can’t last that much longer,” he stutters. “If you don’t stop I’m gonna-” you squeeze the base of his cock as I swallow the rest of him whole. He couldn’t finish his sentence before he started cumming and moaning into my throat.

When he finishes, I turn to you, his cum still dripping from my lips. I grab your cock “cum for me daddy,” I command and twist my hand around you, up and down until you’re shooting ropes of cum across the sleeping bag, collapsing in ecstasy.

“We gotta do that again,” smiles jack. We both nod breathlessly in agreement. Next weekend was going to be just as much fun.

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All characters are 18+ yrs of age.

I would like to thank my editor P_Anderer for all of his wisdom and expertise, in helping me prepare this story for Literotica readers. These subsequent episodes are based on real life experiences, but have also been embellished.

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This was technically day three of my ten-day stay with Danny. In my mind, it was still the night of day two.

Danny and I went to his room, to get ready for B.J. and Chuck. Danny removed his boots, jeans and briefs and put on sweatpants. I removed everything, and Danny got out the padded leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. He put each of them on me, making sure they were snug, but comfortable. He tenderly kissed my bruised collar bones, while he stood in front of me.

“Go put your hair up.”

After I returned from putting my hair in a ponytail, I asked him if he was going to remove my anal plug.

“No.”

I noticed he had items laid out on the desk; some I hadn’t seen yet, and some I didn’t know what they were. I asked, and he named them: black ostrich feather tickler, black leather flogger, black leather riding crop, wide black leather strap, stainless steel wartenberg pinwheel, stainless steel clit and nipple clamps and a black silk eye mask.

“Is your dad, and Chuck into this stuff, too?”

“Chuck is, but Dad isn’t really.”

“Is Chuck going to hurt me?”

“I’ve learned a lot from Chuck ’bout this stuff and nothin’ ya can’t handle, baby. Chuck is very skilled in this area. I think ya might enjoy it. Just remember, ya have to let him know if somethin’ hurts. Sit at the foot of the bed while we wait for them. They should be here soon.”

There was a knock at the door and he answered it. I saw two probationary members with them. They stood guard outside the door and B.J. and Chuck entered the room. They both removed and hung up their vests on the coat pegs by the door. Chuck was carrying a black leather briefcase. All three of them sat down in the sitting area, which faced the bed in an arc with the leather couch in the middle and two leather chairs at each end. B.J. and Chuck sat on the couch and Danny sat in a chair. I heard murmurs of their low voices, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. B.J. stood up and walked up to the bed and sat down next to me.

“Hi darlin’.”

“Hi Daddy.”

He bent over to remove his boots, but I got up to do it for him.

“Let me get those for you, Daddy.”

I squatted down and removed both boots for him and placed them against the wall on my side of the bed. I sat back down next to him. He removed his harness, gun and t-shirt. He stood up, unfastened his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then removed them and his briefs. I folded his t-shirt and jeans, and put them and his briefs on the nightstand on my side of the bed. He grabbed his harness and gun and put it on the nightstand on Danny’s side of the bed. He lay on the bed and patted the mattress.

“Come lie down, darlin’.”

I crawled onto the bed to him on my hands and knees and lay next to him on my right side, facing him with my head on my pillow.

“I’ve been lookin’ forward to this since this afternoon. I’m gonna take my taste and then I’m gonna head out. I’m not into what those two have planned and it’s been a long day for me.”

“How is your back? Do you need me to massage it for you?”

“Sure, darlin’.”

He rolled over onto his belly and I got up and straddled him. I began at his neck, moved to his traps, delts, the other muscle groups in his back and then along the sides of his spine to help with disc decompression. I returned to his neck, traps and delts.

“Thank ya, darlin’ that’s so much better. Lie down on your back now so I can work on ya.”

He rolled over onto his side, facing me. He leaned over me and took my nipple deep into his mouth and placed his hand over my mound. He slid his finger along my slit, pressed in and stroked my clit.

“I’m glad I can help make you feel better.”

“Mmm, now Daddy’s gonna make you feel better.”

He moved his mouth to my other nipple and slid his finger down and into my pussy and dragged my juices up to my clit and continued stroking.

“You’re so wet for Daddy.”

He slid his index and middle finger into my pussy and rubbed my clit hard using his thumb. I grabbed onto his wrist to steady myself, while I rode out the orgasms. He returned his mouth to my other nipple again and sucked fiercely deep. My clit was becoming very sensitive and I tried to pull his hand away, but he wasn’t having it.

“No, no, no, darlin’… easy now.”

He slowed down on the strokes, but didn’t stop. He returned to my other nipple again, sucking very hard and deep. Even though he slowed down rubbing on my clit, he kept the pressure firm and I started to have an intense orgasm, while still trying to remove his hand. He released my nipple from his mouth and looked deep into my eyes, while I came hard. His mouth was opened in an ‘O’ and he was breathing heavy and in sync with my moans. My hips began to writhe out of control, yet his hand and fingers never wavered. I didn’t know how much more stimulation I could handle. I tried even harder to pull at his wrist, but he gave me that familiar evil avcılar escort smile and kept going.

“Oh… Daddy… oh, god!”

After I screamed, he finally slid his fingers out and used them ever so softly to stroke my clit.

“Ya like mustache rides, little girl?”

“Yes… I do, Daddy.”

“Come squat over my face.”

I squatted over him and he placed his hands low on my butt cheeks. He slid his tongue into my slit and slowly ran his tongue along my clit with deep pressure, up and down, over and over. He sucked my clit into his mouth and wiggled his tongue over the tip of my clit while he sucked. My hips began to dance over his mouth and his hands on my butt cheeks kept up with my rhythm, even as the pace picked up. His low growls of pleasure sent vibrations through my clit and up my spine. He released his grasp of my clit and flicked his tongue over it very hard and fast. It made my clit even more sensitive; I reacted by raising my squat just a little and his strong hands on my butt pulled me back down onto his mouth. He returned my clit deep into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. My hips were writhing over his mouth; My orgasms kept coming and coming. He let go of my butt and grabbed my waist and lifted me up. I noticed his mustache and beard were soaked with my cum.

“Ride Daddy’s cock.”

I straddled his groin as he held his cock and guided it into my pussy. When I slid all the way down, he thrusted up and I could feel his balls on my butthole. The head of his cock was already hitting my cervix and my vaginal orgasms started. He used his thumb to rub my clit while I rode his long thick cock, rocking my hips forward and back. My moans escalated to squeals as his drilling quickened, leading him to climax. I could feel his hot, thick cum oozing deep inside me while his cock pulsated with each emission. When he finished, he rolled me off and onto my back. I know how much he loves to lick my pussy after filling it, so I lifted my knees high and spread my legs for him. He was already on his way.

“You know what Daddy likes, don’t ya darlin’?”

He licked my pussy clean and gave me a few more orgasms, before he lay flat on his back at the foot of the bed. After he caught his breath, he sat up on the edge of the bed.

“Be a good girl and bring my things over here.”

I got up and brought him his clothes and boots. He stood up to fasten his jeans and belt. Danny walked up to the top of the platform next to the bed. B.J. walked over to get his harness and gun and put it back on. I sat down at the foot edge of the bed and he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“G’night darlin’, see ya tomorrow.”

Danny hugged B.J. before he walked down the platform.

“Good night, Dad. We’ll see ya in the morning. If ya want, why don’t ya join us for breakfast?”

“Yeah, that sounds good, son.”

Danny told me to put my robe on, and come sit with him and Chuck. B.J. said good night to Chuck, hugged him and left. Danny had me sit between him and Chuck; Danny and I were on the couch and Chuck sat in one of the chairs. Chuck took the lead on our discussion.

“There are some rules we need to discuss, before we get started. But before that, it’s important you know that this is a training session for Danny. I’m here to teach him. Now, I know that you belong to Danny and he has taught you to obey him. For this training session, I am your master and Danny is my student. You are our specimen and will obey both of us. The most important rule is that you let me or Danny know if something hurts. This is about pleasurable pain, not agonizing pain. You will not please either one of us by tolerating any pain that is agonizing. Our goal is to give you pleasure. Pain heightens your senses, which can increase your pleasure. Danny tells me that you’ve already experienced that with him, so you should understand?”

“Yes.”

“With regard to speaking, you will address either of us as ‘Sir’. You will only be allowed to speak freely when you need to let us know if something hurts. Otherwise, you are only allowed to speak when commanded to do so, or when asked a question. When commanded, you will say exactly what is commanded. When asked a question, your answer is limited to ‘yes’ or ‘no’ and nothing else. Do you have any questions for either of us?”

“No, sir.”

“Good girl.”

I never noticed before, because he never spoke much to me, but Chuck has his tongue pierced with a silver barbell. Danny and Chuck both removed their harnesses and guns, walked up the platform and put them on the nightstands. They both removed their t-shirts and I saw that Chuck has heavy gauge silver rings in both of his nipples. Chuck removed his boots, jeans and socks, but kept on his g-string. It was black leather and had a laced-up closure on the front, which covered his cock. Chuck took his boots and clothes and walked down to the desk, put them down and stood in front of the desk.

“Lie down in the middle of the bed.”

Chuck grabbed the eye mask and handed it to Danny. Danny came over to me on the bed and put the mask over my eyes, lifted my head and put the elastic band around the back of my head under my ponytail and lay my head back down.

“Get tüyap escort restraints for the neck, wrists and ankles.”

I didn’t hear the box slide out from under the bed, but I heard the metal carabiner clips clanking together.

“Restrain the wrists.”

I heard Danny attach a clip to the bed post on his side, then I felt him attach a clip to my right wrist cuff. I heard him attach a clip to the bed post on my side, then I felt him attach a clip to my left wrist cuff.

“Restrain the ankles.”

I heard Danny attach a clip to the bed post on his side, then I felt him attach a clip to my right ankle cuff. I heard him attach a clip to the bed post on my side, then I felt him attach a clip to my left ankle cuff.

“It’s important not to touch any part of the body, except for the areas we are targeting. If you had long hair, you would want to tie it back. If you had a beard, you would want to keep it trimmed short.”

I heard metal items clanking against each other.

“Come onto the bed and get close, but be careful not to touch the body. I want you to watch closely how I’m applying each of these.”

I felt Danny get on the bed to my right and I felt Chuck get on the bed to my left. I felt both of them get very close to my body. I felt Chuck over me and felt his hot mouth sucking on my right nipple and then I felt his pierced tongue rubbing against it. He tugged and then let my nipple slide out of his mouth. He flicked his tongue, so the barbell slapped my hardened nipple. I felt a coldness on my nipple and then slow pressure that turned into a firm pinch and I gasped. I felt him move over to my left nipple and he repeated the same steps. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but then I started to feel it in my clit. I felt Chuck shift from my side and lie between my spread legs and I felt Danny to the right of my hip and thigh area.

“You should trim the pubic hair for easier access, which will cause less sensation on the outer labia when you’re targeting the inner labia or the clit.”

He inserted his tongue into my slit and ran his tongue and barbell over my clit, up and down, over and over. It felt so wonderful, I raised my hips and then I felt a quick slap on my pussy.

“Did I give you permission to move your hips?”

“No, sir.”

He inserted his tongue into my slit again and ran his tongue and barbell over my clit, up and down. I had to fight to keep my hips still from the pleasure. A moan escaped my lips, but no slap landed. He sucked my clit into his mouth and ran his tongue and piercing around and over it. I began to climax, moaning again, and started panting. Just before I came, I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips, then I felt a coldness on my clit. I felt him tugging and stretching my clit, then I felt a cold slow pressure. He released my clit from his hot mouth and then I felt a firm pinch on my clit. This was uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt too much; It felt great, after about a minute.

“You want to get the clamp on just before climax. Did you see how I stretched the clit and got the clamp on as close to the base of the clit before releasing it? If you can’t get it on that way the first time, you only have one more chance to accomplish it, otherwise you can hurt the clit. Initially, the pinch on a clit clamp is really uncomfortable or painful, but it will improve within seconds. The tweezer style clamp is what I prefer to use, because it allows penetration. You can place it exactly where it needs to be positioned and you can easily and quickly adjust the pressure. It needs to be snug, but not too tight. The blood flow getting trapped is a little different, compared to the nipples.”

I was still panting; I felt like I was on the edge of an orgasm. I felt both of them get off the bed. A few seconds later, I felt the feather being used on my body. It started at my neck, went down between my breasts, my tummy, down my left leg, to my toes, back up that leg, over to my right leg, to my toes, back up that leg, my tummy, between my breasts, down my left arm, to my fingers, back up that arm, across my chest, down my right arm, to my fingers, back up that arm, my right breast, my right nipple, between my breasts, my left breast, my left nipple, between my breasts, down my tummy, down to my pussy and then between my thighs on both sides.

“I prefer to use the feather tickler when the subject is on their hands and knees, because I can reach every part of the body. I had the subject restrained on the back today in order to show you how to apply the clamps properly. Remove the restraints, both on this side and then both on that side.”

I felt Danny remove the restraint from my left wrist cuff and then the restraint from my left ankle cuff. A few seconds later, I felt him remove the restraint from my right wrist cuff and then the restraint from my right ankle cuff.

“On your hands and knees.”

I got up on my hands and knees.

“Crawl over here. Follow my voice. Keep crawling. I’ll tell you when to stop… Okay, stop.”

“Restrain both wrist cuffs here.”

I heard the metal carabiner clips clanking again. I heard a clip being attached to the right bed post and then I yakuplu escort felt him attach the restraints to both of my wrist cuffs. I felt Chuck get on the left side of the bed and kneel behind me.

“Danny, stand over there so you can see everything I’m going to do.”

“Stay on your knees and back up as far as you can. Head and eyes forward. Arch your back, so your ass is raised high. Try to show me that captured clit.”

I felt him get off the bed and a few seconds later, he got back on the bed behind me. I heard and felt the sting of something cutting through the air that landed on my right butt cheek. I gasped and before I could catch my breath, a second one came and this time it landed on my left butt cheek. I felt it tap once firmly on my pussy; It scared me, but did not hurt. I felt the feather being ran over my right butt cheek, my left butt check, up and down my right inner thigh, up and down my left inner thigh, the bottom of my right foot, the bottom of my left foot, the top of my butt crack, down my butt crack, along my pussy crack, along my butt crack, up along my spine, behind my left ear, across my neck, behind my right ear, down my spine and down my butt crack again.

I felt him get off the bed, and then return to his position behind me. I heard and felt a strong ‘thwack’, as I was thrown forward slightly and I felt the heat across my fanny. Immediately after, I felt the coolness of the strands of leather from the flogger being dragged over my butt. I felt it being whipped against my right butt cheek and then again on my left butt cheek. He repeated flogging my bottom for about 10 minutes. I felt him get off the bed, and return within several seconds.

“I know you said this usually isn’t needed, but it’s always a good idea to have it handy, so you don’t have to stop when you’re ready. This is an item you should have handy all the time, in many places.”

I felt him kneeling between my knees and then I felt his fingers stroke the opening of my pussy and then enter my pussy.

“Oh yeah, I won’t be needing it.”

His cock entered me slowly and I felt a coldness. It felt like it kept going in, further and further. He pulled it out halfway and then began drilling deeply, in and out, crashing into my cervix with each inward drive. I couldn’t help but grunt with every thrust; His cock was hitting a spot at an intensity I’ve never felt and it was exhilarating. I began climaxing quickly and my grunts transitioned into squeals as he sped up his deep lunges, matching my orgasms. He changed the pace of his thrusts several times, maintaining his rock-hard erection. Having a clamp on my clit while being fucked was an amazing sensation. It felt like my clit was being sucked. He seemed to last forever and I didn’t want him to stop. When he finally released his cum deep inside my pussy, it felt so warm. I would never have guessed, but Chuck was a great fuck. I remember looking forward to our next sexual encounter. He rested his hand on my ass and slid his cock out of my pussy slowly.

“You can remove the restraints.”

Danny came and removed the strap that connected my wrist cuffs to the bed post and put them on the desk.

“You may lie down on the bed and rest for now. You also have permission to speak freely.”

I lay down and relaxed on the bed still blindfolded, while Chuck and Danny talked in low voices far enough away from me that I couldn’t hear what they were discussing. After maybe a half an hour later, I heard footsteps coming towards the platform and up the steps. It was Danny and he sat on the edge of the bed and gently removed the blindfold. He locked eyes with me, stroked my forehead, my hair, then my cheek and kissed me deeply.

“Ya did very well tonight.”

“Are we finished?”

“Well, I’m gonna let ya decide that yerself. We’re done with my training, but would ya be okay if Chuck spent some time with ya… off the clock?”

“Does he want to or do you want him to?”

“He wants to, and I want him to, but it’s yer decision.”

“Then I want him to.”

I didn’t want to seem too eager; I wanted him to think I was doing it for him. This was by his design and he loved to watch me with other men, but I didn’t want him to know that I thought Chuck was a great fuck. I didn’t want him to think he had competition, after all, Danny was the best fuck.

“Chuck, whenever you’re ready.”

Danny brought one of the leather chairs up onto the platform next to the bed, so he could have an intimate view of what was about to take place on his bed. Chuck must have put his jeans back on after Danny’s training session and before they talked, but not his shirt, boots or anything else. He grabbed his black leather briefcase, walked up the platform steps, set the briefcase on Danny’s nightstand and opened it. He unfastened his belt and jeans and removed them. Danny was transfixed on me. Chuck slowly unlaced the front of his g-string and when it parted open, his huge semi-hard cock unfolded and sprung free, as the g-string fell to the floor. I looked upon his cock for the first time; He had no pubic hair, his cock was very long, thick and pierced with a very large gauge ring that went through his pee hole and through the underside of the head, and had a huge ball near the tip. I felt embarrassed that I was staring too long, so I looked at Danny. His face was like stone, watching me closely and he had a strange smile on his face. I looked at Chuck and he was still standing there, where he dropped his g-string, staring at me with a look of determination.

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Some would say I’m a lucky guy. Me? I’m not certain but I certainly get a whole lot more sex now. Maybe after this story you can make your own mind up.

I’m Charlie, a 42 year old guy who is average in many ways. 5’10” tall, short brown hair, graying at the temples and a normal body for my age.

My wife, Anne, would tell you my most appealing part is my cock. A thick eight inch rod that fires loads of cum.

Anne is five years younger than me and I considered myself to be punching a little above my weight when we got together.

She is 5’6″ tall, has short black hair and lovely hazel eyes. Her tits are a good 34D and has stunning legs, on the few times she bares them. Lack of confidence is her thing.

Our sex life is decent but Anne is a little reserved when it comes to trying new things.

We both work full-time. I run a franchised tool hire store that ticks over nicely, although I’ll never be a millionaire. Anne works at a large IT company as a Facilities Manager, basically making sure everything is clean and safe.

This story revolves around a friendship Anne made at work, that would lead to our world changing.

The friend is called Lesley, who I’ll generously say is 50. She is the receptionist at Anne’s work.

Looking back, she recognised Anne’s vulnerability with her confidence and preyed on it.

I first met Lesley one day I was picking Anne up from work. She looked good, from a distance, behind the desk. She had long blonde hair, sloping down the side of her face, that concealed her real age well.

She had mischievous blue eyes and once you got past her double chin, she had lovely big tits, clearly in too small a bra.

I tried to focus my attention elsewhere.

“That’s a a lovely brooch on your blazer.” Was the first thing I could say.

“Surprised you noticed it, considering you’ve been ogling my tits since you came in.”

She caught me off guard and I was in the middle of mumbling an answer when she continued.

“I don’t blame you, they are nice aren’t they?”

“Ummm, yes, ummm, very.” Was all I could say.

“Here’s Anne now.” Lesley exclaimed.

I was feeling sheepish after our short conversation and Lesley took advantage.

“Lucky you’ve turned up! Your man has been trying to seduce me.” Lesley said in a flirty way.

“No way Anne, i’m innocent here!” I threw my hands up.

Lesley started to laugh.

“Don’t worry Anne, I’m only kidding. He’s been a perfect gent.”

“It makes a change, his eye is always roving.” Anne hit out.

“Hey, is it pick on Charlie hour? Give it a rest. If I look at other women, it’s only to remind me how good my wife is.” I tried to take back some ground.

“Well played Charlie. I believe you.” Lesley pushed her tits out as she said it. Her blazer was undone and I could see her hard nipples through her white blouse. Not surprisingly, my cock began to stir, which I tried to hide.

“You off anywhere?” Lesley changed the course of the conversation.

“Yeah, think we’re off to Pizza Hut at the retail park.” Anne replied.

“You should go to Luigi’s in town, it’s excellent.” Lesley suggested.

“Well, we wouldn’t get a booking now.” I answered.

“Me and my man, Peter, have got a table for 6pm. You’re welcome to join us.”

The way she said it, food wouldn’t be the only thing on the menu.

Anne being the polite soul she is, accepted the invitation.

As it turned out, the night was better than I expected. Peter was a nice guy, around the 60 mark, who seemed to be able to brush off his wife’s flirty comments. Out of her work uniform, Lesley’s tits were even more pronounced. She wore a red dress and black lingerie.

Now I could see her whole body and she was a big girl, not fat but hefty. I must admit her ass made me hard and I was jealous at the fuck Peter would get later.

Lesley hit the wine though. She had a penchant for the Italian red, Sangiovese and it is fair to say she was sozzled by the end of the night.

As we left Luigi’s, she was amorous towards Anne.

“Anne, you are beautiful, you really are. This man is so lucky to have you.” She slurred.

“Give me a kiss Anne, go on, please.” Lesley begged and Anne, as usual, gave in to her request.

Lesley went for it. I expected a peck on the cheek but no, this was a full-blown lips kiss and I’m sure she tried to get her tongue in as well.

Peter dragged her off, cursing her as a drunken tramp. She sobbed a little and I so wanted to hold her but I checked myself.

I had stayed fully sober as I was driving and offered to drop Lesley and Peter off as it wasn’t too far out of the way.

As Lesley got out, she again kissed Anne and this time even got a handful of boob. I was so hard as the two waved goodnight.

“You seemed to like Lesley kissing me.” Anne stated, as she looked down at my poorly concealed erection.

“I didn’t see you fighting her off.” I retorted.

“Let’s get that home in one piece and give it relief.” Anne’s smile made it grow even more.

Lesley drifted into my background for the next two months although she was close to Anne avcılar escort bayan at work.

One girls work night out ramped things up a little bit.

At 10pm I received a text from an unknown number. It read ‘Hi Lesley here, Anne just told me what a big cock you have and I’m now dreaming of it filling me up xx’.

I was shocked to say the least and also worried. I felt Lesley was capable of causing trouble.

I’d arranged To pick Anne up at midnight and even though she’d had a few to drink, she recognised I was unhappy.

“What’s up Charlie? She asked.

“Your friend Lesley. Look at that text on my phone.” I said angrily.

“Oh that, I’d almost forgotten, we did it for a laugh! Anne seemed to shrug it off.

“What were you doing telling her about my cock anyway?”

“We had been talking about her and Peter. She says he is now impotent and they haven’t had sex for eight months. I just mentioned how lucky I was and she suggested playing a joke.”

It eased my mind a little and I could understand how much Lesley must want a cock.

“Are you offering her my services?” I said half seriously.

“You wouldn’t want her, would you?” Anne asked doubtfully.

“Depends if she takes it up the arse.” I teased.

Anne shocked me with her reply. “She is up for anything. She’s told me a few stories.” Anne looked for a response but I just carried on driving.

“Oral, anal, lesbian, group sex, she’s done it all.” Anne revealed.

I was rock hard and Anne noticed.

“Is that you thinking of fucking Lesley then.” Anne was quick to tease me.

I couldn’t really deny it.

“Well if you want, maybe we could arrange a threesome. ” Anne’s suggestion hit me for six.

“Are you being serious?” I said, laughing.

“Deadly serious, Charlie. I have fancied sex with a woman for years but dismissed it as a fantasy but hearing Lesley talk about it, I want a shot.”

“You should have said, I’d have been happy to watch any time.”

We went straight to bed when we got home. I’d never known Anne to be as horny.

“Are you thinking about Lesley?” Anne asked as we kissed.

“Just a little bit.” I lied.

“I’m thinking of licking her pussy. Do you think I’d be good at it?

“How about you practice on my cock.” I suggested and was delighted when she agreed.

It was one of those rare nights that Anne swallowed my cum but I knew it was Lesley that was in her mind.

The next day, I received another text from Lesley. This time apologising for her previous text, saying she wasn’t that kind of woman.

I replied, saying I knew exactly what type she was and if she wanted my cock she was welcome to it.

There was a short delay, then my phone pinged. Lesley was now asking for a dick pic, quite brazenly.

I shouldn’t have but I sent her one of me hard as a rock and as a bonus sent her one with Anne’s lips around it.

As soon as I sent it, I regretted it. My phone rang. It was Lesley. I thought about ignoring it but that could just inflame her, so I picked up the call.

“Hi Lesley!” I tried saying cheerfully.

“Oh, you dirty, dirty boy.” She purred.

“Hark at the angel name-calling.” I replied.

“Well I’ll be your angel, if you’ll be my horny devil.”

I was in deep now. I knew Anne would jump at the chance, so I put in my deal breaker.

“I’ll give you all the cock you want but Anne has to be included, I know she wants you too.”

“Honey, I’ve known that from day one. I think she loves my tits more than you do.”

It was kind of appropriate that Lesley mentioned an event we could all hook up at, that weekend. A vicars and tarts theme had me salivating. It was in aid for charity and ironically, the hall was being leased from the church. She said she would bring Peter but have a row with him and have him go home alone.

Lesley was a devious bitch but I was looking forward to seeing her dressed up as a tart.

Are you hard, honey?” She asked with mock innocence.

“What do you think?”

“I think you should take your cock out and wank it for me. Pretend my bare 46F tits are in front of you and cum over them.”

The thought filled my mind and I soon fired my seed into a paper hankie.

“When you do that for real, you’re going to lick it off my tits and kiss me.”

Fuck, she was sexy!

“Then you’re going to watch as Anne licks my pussy. Watch, not touch.”

My mind pictured Anne lapping away.

“Then i’m going to lick her and as I do that, I might let you fuck me, your choice of hole.”

I nearly came again at those words.

“Lesley don’t tease me. You’d better be prepared to do all that.”

“Don’t you worry Charlie, I’ll deliver but I do have one condition.”

“What’s that?” I quickly asked.

“I get to use my strap-on, on both of you.”

That dampened my ardour somewhat.

She had it a planned out, to use us both but I was attracted to the thought of a threesome, something I knew Anne would now be happy with.

Anne had suggested that Lesley and Peter come to our house to change on the night of the party,

When sefaköy escort they arrived, I could tell that Lesley had already started work on Peter as they brought an ‘atmosphere’ into the house.

The women decided to go upstairs to change, leaving Peter and I to chat. He declined the offer of a drink as he was driving and had to look after ‘that mess’, obviously referring to Lesley.

“Wait until you see what she’s wearing, she’s almost giving it away.” He spat out the words.

“I could tell that you were not in a good mood when you came in.”

“It’s no wonder, she’s going to have her bits out for everyone to see and touch, I warn you. Then I have to clear up when she starts kissing people. I’ve had enough.

What I said next, I shouldn’t have but it protected a secret that had been given away.

“At least you’re guaranteed a good fuck when you get home.” I said, smiling.

“That’s just it. I’m impotent. She is nasty about it too, always belittling me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I feigned surprise.

At that, the two of them came down the stairs, Anne leading the way. She looked stunning, quite classy going for a retro Parisian look. She wore a top with horizontal black and white stripes, a short red leather mini and black fishnets. She topped it off with a little black beret. My cock was already standing to attention.

Then came Lesley. She certainly did look like an older, desperate tart but I was equally attracted.

She had laid the make-up on thick and wore a simple white cotton top, with no bra underneath. Her huge tits bouncing and not as saggy as I’d expected. Her nipples were stiff and pushing against the cotton top. She wore a black mini, with a slit up the side that left no doubt she was wearing stockings.

Anne was first to speak.

“Hey you, put your eyes back in their sockets, you’re mine.”

I heard her but I wanted to fuck the old tart before me.

Peter was next to comment.

“You look a fucking disgrace, woman. I know you like flirting but seriously, who would fuck you in that state? He spat.

“Obviously not you.” She aimed and landed with her bitchy answer.

They went back upstairs to add some finishing touches, leaving us men to put on our surplices. I nipped upstairs to the loo and heard Lesley’s voice from the bedroom.

“That’s it Anne, lick me deep, that’s wonderful.”

I burst in, expecting to see them lying there engaging in some fun. Instead they were sitting on the bed, side by side, fully clothed. They burst into laughter as I entered.

“Gotcha!” said Lesley. “You didn’t think we’d start without you, did you?”

At that, she turned and started to kiss Anne. I approached them and Lesley soon had a hand on my crotch. She had a delicate touch for an older woman.

I wanted sex there and then but Peter’s shouts from downstairs put an end to that thought.

“Come on you lot, let’s get this thing over with.”

It was obvious how much Peter was looking forward to the night…not!

Lesley now wore a silver glittery waistcoat to hide her nipples, much to Peter’s relief.

“We just got a taxi here. Do you want to order one for us, or are you driving?” Peter hinted.

“I’m happy to drive. No drinking again for me.”

“Means you’ll be hard for Anne later.” Lesley joked.

I biushed a little and Peter just rolled his eyes.

“I’m always ready, Lesley.” I looked her straight in the eyes.

“Save some for me.” She said, in her most obvious comment in front of her husband.

Peter said nothing but gave her a sour look.

There was a great atmosphere at the party and the dj chose a bunch of tunes to get everyone going.

A lot of eyes were on Lesley, who played the part of a cheap tart so well.

She loved dancing with Anne, discarding her glittery waistcoat and revealing those sumptuous hard nipples.

Peter and I sat at our table and watched.

“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” Peter suddenly announced.

It caught me on the back foot and Peter carried on.

“Don’t try to deny it, I’ve seen the way you look at her and I’ve heard her make comments about your big dick.”

“Peter, okay I admit it, there’s something strangely attractive about Lesley but she and Anne also want to get together.” I revealed.

“Ah, down that route again. Listen, I don’t mind her fucking other people, just not randoms. I’m a whole lot easier about her fucking you and Anne.”

I was surprised at his accepting candour.

Both of us stayed silent for a minute as the girls danced.

It was me who broke the silence.

“Lesley plans a row with you tonight and then is going to stay at our place for…..you know.”

“I thought she was up to something. She thinks I didn’t notice but I saw her strap-on in her costume bag. I knew someone was getting it.”

“I’m not sure about that bit.” I admitted.

“Well I’m happy to play along with her game, for tonight. I’ll have a row with her and say I’m leaving and that she isn’t welcome home tonight.” Peter said decisively.

Sure enough, silivri escort after half an hour, they were at each other. Him calling her a dirty whore and her calling him a dud fuck.

Peter stormed out, giving me a wink as he passed. Lesley stood, hands on hips, tits jutting out.

“Mission accomplished! Soon be time for fun..

Anne approached me.

“Me and Lesley will just powder our noses, then be ready to go.” She beamed.

“Don’t get up to anything in there.” I pleaded.

“Just a kiss or two to start us off. Don’t worry.” Anne squeezed my arm.

The two entered the ladies room and three minutes felt like thirty, as I waited, imagining what Lesleý would be doing to Anne. I was so hard, it took me all my time not to join them.

When they did come out, I could tell that Lesley had been on the offensive, leaving Anne with lipstick marks on her neck and top.

Lesley wanted to sit beside me in the car and it was obvious why, as her hand was soon nestled on my groin.

A voice from the back surprised me.

“Take it out Lesley. I want to see how big and hard Charlie is.” Anne said in an excited voice.

Lesley wasted no time and soon had a firm grip on my cock, which was oozing pre-cum. Meanwhile, I was trying to pay attention to the road.

How we got safely home is a mystery to me. Lesley put my cock away and gave me a huge kiss that I was not expecting, full tongues and I groped her pendulous tits as we kissed. We almost fell into the house, all three of us kissing and touching.

Immediately, Lesley started to undress Anne, pulling her top up and over her head. She rubbed her thumbs over Anne’s bra covered nipples. She quickly unzipped the skirt and now I could see it was fishnet stockings, not tights, that Anne was wearing. The two started kissing and so I began removing Lesley’s attire.

The waistcoat was again removed quickly and I finally got my hands on her boobs, rubbing her nipples through the cotton top. I lifted it and replaced my thumbs with my mouth. She had surprisingly smal areola but the nipples stood talI. I nibbled away greedily and she pressed her orbs at me.

I virtually ripped her miniskirt off and slid two fingers into her silk panties, finding her dripping pussy.

Anne then took Lesley’s hand and made for the stairs. Anne licked my fingers before saying

“That tastes good, I want more.”

Lesley giggled. “I’m all yours, honey.”

She lay back on our bed, her legs spread apart, revealing her hairless pussy.

I was helped out of my shirt by Anne, then I watched as Anne made her first attempt at pussy licking.

I took over and dived into the sweet mass of Lesley’s vagina. I love licking pussy and hers did not disappoint.

Anne had pulled my trousers down by now and was squeezing my heavy cum-filled balls.

I was patient and soon located where Lesley’s ‘hot spot’ was. I lapped away, as her juices flowed, until her whole body seemed to shudder and she let out an almighty roar as she came. She had my head almost in a vice lock and would not let me stop. I didn’t mind, she tasted like honey and I would have stayed there the whole night, if asked.

Lesley then asked Anne to lie on the bed and moved her lips to my wife’s pussy. After a nervous false start, Anne got into it and gyrated as Lesley’s tongue hit home.

Lesley stuck her arse in the air as a signal for my cock to enter play and I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. I licked her hole a little and heard her gasp as my tongue flicked inside.

I smacked her big arse a couple of times and then I went for it with my cock, quite aggressively, enjoying her whelp as I pushed inside.

Lesley had already made Anne cum and so I had free rein to fuck Lesley as hard as I wanted. She was an old master and knew how to move. She was neither too tight nor too loose, just a perfect fit and I loved pumping in and out. She decided to grip her muscles around my cock and I soon flooded her hole with my seed.

As I withdrew, I put my lips to her hole and let her push cum back into my mouth. I then reached up to Anne and deep kissed her, sharing my cum.

Lesley now reminded me of what was coming next as she brought out her strap-on. It was a fearsome looking thing, a thick nine inches and I blanched when I saw it.

She instructed Anne to bend over and soon found her pussy and a rhythm to fuck to.. As Anne was bending, she licked my cock clean of any spare spunk.

Anne started to moan from the fucking she was getting and I could see Lesley loved being in charge.

“You’re next, lover boy, unless……”

“Unless what?” I eagerly asked.

“Unless this is a regular thing, weekly at least.” Lesley proposed.

“Anne looked up at me and nodded, with a wide smile on her face.

“Okay then but always us three, no additions or working in twos.”

“Don’t worry, I want her pussy and your cock in equal measure.”

It was then my turn to lie back and the two of them started to lick my cock, in between kissing. I was in heaven, two sexy women servicing my cock.

Lesley’s full lips, knew how to please Anne and myself. I warned them I was about to cum and both lay poised with their tongues hanging out of their open mouths. I was surprised I came as heavily as I did and spurted several loads. Lesley sucked the remnants whilst Anne licked up what was dripping down my shaft. Then they kissed again, swapping my cum as they snogged.

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This story is the first in a series, “West of Boston.”

Wayne woke up dreaming of sex again. But when it registered that his cock really was being sucked, he tried to sit up. Between his knees, Jessie was busily working him with her mouth.

She smiled up at him and said: “Happy Birthday, honey.”

Keeping her eyes on his, she returned to his cock. Wayne sighed and smiled sleepily as he lowered his head back to the pillow. Jessie did this for him each birthday morning, and she improved on it almost every year.

Most years she added something new. So he paid attention to each sensation, eager to see what Jessie planned this time. She licked and swirled her tongue around him, and she sucked and moved her mouth up and down his cock, and she jacked him slowly with her hand. As his orgasm started to gather, she used the trick introduced two years ago, fondling his balls with the backs of her fingers. He forgot about everything but the feelings she was offering him.

Her hands left his balls and his cock. She kept her mouth working him, knowing he was near coming. But something scraped against his legs and they spasmed. He understood that it was her fingernails, and that she was scratching them slowly up from his knees to the top of his thighs. Then she did it again. This was the new thing.

The timing and surprise of it rocketed him into orgasm. He came hard into Jessie’s mouth. When the intensity receded, she slid up his body and looked into his eyes. In her look he saw tenderness and lust. There was a little of his come at one side of her mouth and he knew there was a little more inside. Several years back she mastered the trick of sharing the taste with him in a passionate kiss.

When she drew back from the kiss, again she said “Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you. That was great this year.”

A few minutes later he said: “On your back, I’ll return the favor.”

“Nope,” she said. “Maybe tonight. But if you’re getting energy back, it’s time to get ready to head into Boston.”

“Ohhhh…” he groaned. They were going to spend the Saturday in Boston and then pick up Jessie’s sister at the airport in the evening. The heavy traffic in Boston was always a hassle.

She hurried him through a shower and breakfast and into the car. Her sister ran a university exchange program in Rome for US students. Jessie hadn’t seen her little sister since before they married, five years earlier, although she emailed and spoke often by phone.

“What are we hurrying for? It’s only a half hour,” he asked. “Doesn’t her plane get in late afternoon?”

She said: “I’m sorry. I know hanging out and waiting isn’t much fun on your birthday, and I know Kerry will be with us for a week.

“You haven’t met her, but I’m anxious to see her. I think you’ll really like her.”

“What’s she like?” Wayne didn’t remember Kerry from the family photos.

“Oh, she’s funny, and pretty, but she looks a lot different from me. She’s shorter, and has ash blond hair, and she claims she’s gained weight.”

“It’ll be good to meet her,” Wayne said. He didn’t know that anyone in Jessie’s family wasn’t brunette.

Jessie continued: “And by getting there extra early on your birthday I can make it up to you.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well, we’re checking into the new hotel at Copley Place and we can have a nice dinner with Kerry in town tonight. My treat. I packed an overnight bag, and …” she paused suggestively.

“That sounds great,” he said. “Did you get a room for Kerry, too?”

“No, there’s plenty of room in the suite for three of us,” she said, “…but you didn’t hear the rest of my idea.

“I want you to take me shopping.”

“Shopping?” he asked. He tried to hide his moan.

“I think you’re going to like it,” she was laughing.

“Couldn’t I just go to the dentist?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll want to. I heard there’s a new store in town, and they have private rooms …”

“Oh?” he said, curious.

“…where I can try on lingerie for you.” A big grin spread across her face.

“Oh yeah,” he said. His day had gone from blah to Yeah in a minute.

After they parked in the hotel lot, they checked in and arranged for a cab to the shop she had heard about. The suite had a view of the skyline and the Charles River and the traffic on the Mass Pike. In the bedroom there was a king size bed. But there was only one bed in the suite.

“Oh, I wanted two bedrooms,” Jessie said. “Kerry will have jet lag. She’ll need sleep.”

“That’s okay,” Wayne told her. “If you want, ask them to change the room, or I’ll take the sofa. You’ll be up most of the night talking anyway.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked. “If the sofa is really okay, I like this room.”

A cab took them to a little shop on the first floor of an old house on one of the back streets off of Newbury Street, the posh shopping district. The shop itself was toney, not just the awning and wrought iron outside but the oriental furniture and carpets inside.

A avcılar escort bayan sales woman told Jessie to pick out what she wanted, then list it with the clerk. Jessie could have one of the fitting rooms for an hour. If she wanted Wayne’s opinions, he could go with her. She showed them the closest room. It looked like a room of the original house had been split into two sections, one area for changing and the other for a seating area. The seating area had a small round table with two chairs, a sofa, and a stuffed chair with more oriental rugs and velvet wallpaper and drapes.

The deal was that whatever you took in to try, you owned, unless you returned it within five minutes because of sizing or other problems. Otherwise you were left alone. The clerk said she’d let them know when the hour was up. When they began to browse the racks and shelves, they saw that the lingerie was beautiful and, of course, high-priced.

“Do you mind, hon?” Jessie asked Wayne.

“Hell, it’s my birthday present,” he said.

There were baby doll sets Wayne found intriguing. He could imagine Jessie’s body in any of them. Jessie was looking at bra and panty sets. Another woman came into the room and began to look through the same rack as Jessie.

Wayne looked twice, not just because she was beautiful, but because Jessie looked so much like her, though they were very different in style. They both had shiny, raven black hair, but Jessie’s was long and the other customer’s was cut short like a man’s, with the back of her neck shaved, and longer hair on top.

But they were the same coloring and height; both had full lips and lipstick; they carried themselves the same; most of all, they both had intense blue eyes. They should have been related. They were chatting as they looked at items in the same section of the rack so they must have been nearly the same size, too. The woman wore a long leather coat with a gray wool skirt and a turtleneck sweater with a big collar. She looked perhaps ten years younger than Jessie.

Jessie looked up and asked Wayne what he liked. He showed her a sheer pink baby doll. It had lace trim on the bra cups and around the bottom. There was a matching g-string on the hanger with it. “That really is nice,” she said, but took a different size.

“Would you like me to try it on?” she smiled.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he said.

On the way to their dressing room she showed it to the other customer who nodded approvingly, then looked at Wayne and winked.

Wayne felt himself blushing.

He waited in one of the changing room chairs. While he had been looking over the baby dolls and handling the smooth, light fabrics, imagining what Jessie would look like in them, he had been on the verge of arousal. When he recalled she had not wanted to come this morning, he guessed she was saving it for now. When she came out of the changing room, he was already hard.

“You like?” she asked and twirled around.

He gaped. Her nipples were barely beneath the fabric, and the part that was covered was still mostly visible through the sheer pink lace. The g-string did more to show her mound and the neat trim beneath it than it did to hide her. It was a frame for her sex.

The outfit made her look even more curvy, her Italian skin and black hair and dark eyes more alive. Through the pink sheer mesh, her nipples were hard. She liked it too.

“I’m not sure,” he said, “you’d better come closer.” He feigned concern.

He slid his hands over her skin, up over her abdomen, and carefully slid his hands beneath the elastic that ran beneath her breasts. He fondled her nipples.

“You’d better not keep doing that unless you want to keep this lingerie,” she said in a low, quiet voice.

“I still want to help you come this morning,” he said.

He moved his hands over the g-string and slid them down the front of her legs, then up the inside and around her thighs to her ass cheeks where he cupped her and pulled her closer.

Her eyes were closed when he slid a finger beneath the g-string and softly parted her lips. He slicked the moisture that was gathering there up to her clitoris, then took the little hard spot between his thumb and his forefinger and rotated his fingers around it.

“I can’t take this, Wayne,” she breathed. “Don’t make me come now. Please.”

He didn’t stop touching her but lowered his hand and easily pushed two fingers inside of her. She moaned. He thrust them in and out twice, then stopped.

“Yeah,” he said, “I like it.

“Would you like something else?”

She looked at him. “You know what I want now. Wait till I get myself together here.”

She came out of the changing room with only her denims and her blouse on. “I’d like to try on one of those bra and panty sets I was looking at. Is that alright?”

“Great,” he said.

She went to the rack where she had begun. The other woman was still there. She had a hanger in her hand. It was the same baby doll that Jessie yeşilköy escort tried on.

Jessie picked up a pale green bra and panty set.

“I guess we have the same taste,” the other woman said. “I liked the baby doll your husband picked out so much I’m going to get one, too. And I think I like the same bra and panties, too.

“I’m just not sure my boyfriend will like them, so I guess I should try them on.”

“Do you have a changing room?” Jessie asked.

“No, they’re all busy,” she said. “One will open up soon, I’m sure.” Her voice had a slight European lilt to it.

Then Jessie surprised Wayne again. “Would you like to share ours with me? I don’t mind, do you Wayne?”

He was disappointed. He liked the chance to see Jessie’s body in a semi-public store. But he said, “No, that’s fine, I can wait out here.” He was hoping the woman would understand his desire and decide to wait for the next opening.

“Oh no,” the woman said, “I won’t have that.” But she was walking toward the changing room. She looked back over her shoulder. “Wayne, you come with us.” Her eyes made her smile sultry.

He heard Jessie call back. “How is she going to know what her boyfriend will think, if you don’t give an opinion?”

Wayne remembered to close his mouth. Jessie was already around the corner and Wayne followed behind the customer. He was so surprised that he didn’t think of what might lie ahead. He sat in the chair and waited while the two women whispered and, once, laughed in the changing room. He could feel sweat on his palms. When the door opened, they came out together.

They could have been twins except for the age difference. Their eyes, their posture, and their figures were distinguished only by their haircuts. The lingerie was identical and amazingly seductive. It was very feminine and nearly plain, but the cut showed off all their curves and amazing amounts of skin. The bra uncovered cleavage that revealed nearly half of each breast. The cup was lacy and he could see the little closure between Jessie’s breasts. During one memorable night she had made him try to remove such a bra from her with his teeth.

She said: “The lace isn’t lined either,” and leaned forward for him to notice the dark shadow of her nipples beneath the cups. He felt himself straining, very erect and hard.

The other woman pirouetted in front of him. “Do you think he’ll like these panties?” she asked.

“Only if he’s alive,” Wayne said. The panty was a pale green to match the color of the bra with lace around the edges and a ruffled little skirt which cut high up on her ass cheeks. Jessie told him they were called ruffled tap panties.

As she moved, the panty skirt fluttered. The woman came closer and bent over so he could see the fabric running between her legs. Then she turned and bent toward him so her breasts were within inches of his eyes. “Do you think this is my size, or should I be looking at something different, Wayne?” She licked her lips.

Wayne looked to the side for Jessie. “What do you think, hon?” he asked. He was in way over his head here. One wrong word or move and at least the next month was ruined. But Jessie had one hand inside of her bra cup and the other under her own panties. Her eyes were half-closed and watching him.

“She wants your opinion. You’d better help her out. She’s waiting.”

“I don’t know.” He looked back into eyes nearly as beautiful as Jessie’s. She looked disappointed. He could feel himself sweating beneath his shirt.

Jessie said, “Why don’t I help you, dear?” She came behind his chair. “Just do what I tell you, alright?”

“To be comfortable a bra has to provide support.” The woman moved closer to him again. “Lift her breasts and move them around to see if the bra seems loose.” He could feel her soft breasts give to his touch and the hard nipples pressed against his palms through the lace cups.

“That looks good,” she said. Now the sweat was a faint sheen on his forehead. “Now put your hand into a cup. Make sure that there is enough room for her breast and that it won’t feel tight.” Wayne followed her instructions and began to enjoy himself.

He was trying to maintain something like a professional bra-fitter’s look on his face but knew that Jessie had somehow cooked this routine up and involved this woman, and he intended to enjoy it as much as possible without getting arrested.

“Be sure to check around the nipples on both sides very carefully.” The woman’s eyes were now closed and her breathing had quickened. There was not a lot of freedom for his fingers, but since she was bending over and he was sitting, he was able to move the backs of his fingers across her hard nipples and feel the pucker of her arousal. He “checked” each by spreading his fingers so the nipple was between them and then he closed his fingers tightly and heard her moan softly.

“Yep, sounds good,” he said. Jessie laughed.

She said: “Now the panties.” The woman turned around and presented her lovely ass cheeks to him.

“You know how to check panties, Wayne. You don’t want them binding, but in pretty things like this you want them tight enough to climb up in her crack and feel sexy to her.”

He put his hands on the backs of her legs and caressed the bottom of her ass cheeks.

“The panties, Wayne. The panties,” Jessie said, laughing.

He slid his hands up beneath the fabric and caressed her cheeks. He slid a finger of each hand into her crack and gently ran it up and down. The woman bent over a little more to make herself more available to him. The panties became tighter.

“I think they’re okay,” he said. The woman turned around. She stepped toward him even closer.

This time Jessie didn’t have to say anything. He slid his hands beneath the little skirt and under the elastic of the legs. He slid his fingers out of the top of the fabric, and then he moved them down over her mound. She was entirely smooth and he felt his cock jerk with appreciation.

He turned one hand so he could go between her legs. She spread her legs and put her hand on his shoulder for balance. He looked up. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. He slid a finger along her cleft and was able to easily slide his finger into her slit. Her moisture had prepared her for more than he could do sitting in a store, but he slid a finger to her clit. When he touched her she was firm, and he heard a sharp inhalation of breath.

Jessie said, “They look really good to me.”

“Oh well,” he thought, “that’s the end of that.”

“But it looks like you have a problem, Wayne,” she said, looking at his pants bulging.

The woman went to her knees and placed her hands on his thighs.

Jessie asked: “Would you like to help him … what is your name anyway?”

“Who would you like me to be?” the woman purred, looking up into Wayne’s eyes.

“All I know is you’re unbelievably hot,” said Wayne feeling his erection intensely now.

Jessie said: “Alright, we’ll call you ‘Hottie.’ Would you like to help Wayne, Hottie?”

“Yes, to thank him for helping me pick out my panties and bra,” she said, looking at his erection, “I mean, if it’s okay.”

Hottie unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled his pants beneath his hips as she moved him forward on the chair. She brought his pants and shorts down to his ankles. She leaned forward and grasped his cock in her hand, sliding her other hand on the soft skin inside of his thighs. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

He was almost immediately ready to come and he started to warn her, but Jessie said, “He’s going to come, Hottie. Get ready.”

Jessie had moved behind Hottie and was lifting her breasts for him. “How do my new things fit, Wayne? Do you like them, too?”

Hottie’s lips were over the crown of his penis. She was swirling her tongue around the top and pistoning her hand up and down the shaft quickly with a firm grip.

“I don’t know. I’m … unnhh … busy right …. now.” Wayne exploded. She held him in her mouth until she had squeezed the last of his come from him.

“Thank you,” Wayne said.

“You’re welcome,” Hottie said, “but you have made your wife very horny and I’m just as bad off.”

“I wish we could do something about that right here,” said Wayne.

“Our hour with the room is just about up,” Jessie said, “but we have quite a bit of time before the plane comes in. I wonder if Hottie would like to go back to the hotel with us until we have to go to the airport.”

“Yeah, can you!?” Wayne jumped at the chance.

Hottie nodded. “I just need to dress and pay for my stuff,” she said. “Thanks for helping me, Wayne.”

“Oh, my pleasure,” he said, “and I’ll take care of your bill for you.”

When Hottie was in the changing room, Jessie bent over the back of Wayne’s chair.

“Don’t forget,” she said in a low voice, “I’m the one you fuck.”

By the time Wayne paid for the matching baby dolls, bras, and panties, the women were ready and a cab was waiting. Jessie had him sit in the middle. He didn’t have room to move. The women began to run their hands up and down his thighs and over his chest.

The customer turned his chin and held his gaze for a long, sultry second, then kissed Wayne and held him with her lips and tongue while Jessie lightly stroked his cock through his clothing.

When Hottie freed him from the kiss, Jessie said, “My turn.” She put her cool hand on his cheek and held his eyes with her lust for another long second before kissing him. She used her tongue to tease at his lips.

Wayne said, “You two are so hot. You look so much alike, you should be related.”

The two women looked at one another. “We do, don’t we,” said Hottie.

Wayne said, “I really look forward to helping you two beautiful women.”

“Maybe we can all help,” Hottie said, and licked at his lips.

The cab driver was listening with great interest. “Sure, we can do that,” Jessie said.

At the hotel, they took the elevator to their room. Inside, the women excused themselves to the bathroom. Hottie and Jessie had left on the pale green bra and panties from the lingerie shop. When they came out, they sat on opposite sides of the king-sized bed, looking intensely at one another.

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Background: Mahesh and Kavita are a couple in India married for over 20 years. Mahesh is in his early fifties and Kavita his wife is five years younger to him. Both are physically fit and sexually attractive and active.

A couple of years ago they got into the swinging lifestyle accidentally, when they had a chance encounter with another couple Pinky and Rahul on a cruise. Both couples loved the experience so much that they have now expanded their circle to include a set of likeminded couples who meet up regularly on vacations to make the best of each other’s company.

It was early June when Mahesh and Kavita were busy making plans to make their bi annual swinging vacation with their friends to Goa. Goa was one of the favorite destinations, and particularly in the monsoons. They loved the privacy they got in most of the larger resorts – being an off season for the tourists. The rains also made the place romantic and an opportunity for the couples to play outdoors also.

Kavita had been hitting the gym every day to tone up her already sexy body even more. She was looking forward to getting royally pounded by the guys, in particular was excited at the thought of Rahul and Sudhir filling up both holes in a threesome. Mahesh himself was already fantasizing about Rani and Pinky sucking on his dick while he ate out Kavita’s wet pussy.

Loud ring of his cellphone woke Mahesh up from his sexy dreams. He looked at his watch and was wondering as to who would be calling him this early.

At the other end was Jim Hogan president of the multinational corporation that Mahesh worked for. “Sorry to wake you up at this hour Mahesh, but this couldn’t wait till later,” said Jim.

Jim was apologetic as he spoke “Hate to tell you this to you just as you are leaving for your break , but the McCalan account has got into a bit of a mess and the directors out there are wanting you to get there and sort out the situation personally. Or else they are threatening to pull the plug on the project.”

Mahesh immediately felt disappointed at having to take a break from his vacation, but at the same time realized how important this account was to his company. Reluctantly he agreed to change his plans, and turned to break the news to Kavita who was just stirring awake.

“So who is it waking you up so early darling?” she purred, “Is it pinky trying to seduce you before she meets you in person?” she joked.

Rahul broke the news about his trip to Scotland to her and her face fell in disappointment.

Rahul insisted that she go ahead with the rest and that he would join them after he wraps up his business quickly in the UK.

“All the guys would be disappointed if you did not turn up sweetheart and there would be one pussy extra to keep the boys busy,” he said.

Mahesh quickly called his office and got them to book him on the next British Airways flight to Heathrow and onward to Glasgow. He made quick check of his schedule and realized that while he would wrap up his meetings on Thursday and Friday he would have his return flight to Mumbai only on Sunday morning leaving him the weekend free in Scotland.

He quickly packed his bag for the business trip and asked Kavita to take all the vacation stuff with her. Giving her a quick kiss he rushed off to the Airport for his flight. On the flight stretched out comfortably in his Business class lounge he quickly read through his meeting papers and got himself some sleep in anticipation of his long meeting ahead.

Once in London he learned that his connecting flight was delayed by an hour and decided to make a couple of quick calls to good friends Arun and Viju.

Arun and Viju were very dear friends who unfortunately had separated a couple of years ago and lived separately. Mahesh though originally was a friend of Arun was very fond of Viju too and a chance encounter had led to an explosive sexual session, with her just after her break up.

Mahesh had thought that it was a rebound from Arun and had not had a chance to meet her after that. After exchanging quick pleasantries with Arun Mahesh dialed Viju not sure if he would find her at home.

Vijus tingling voice avcılar escort answered on the third ring and Mahesh felt his heart beat a little faster as the thoughts of their steamy encounter flashed through his mind.

“Viju darling how have you been?” he asked.

Viju was thrilled to hear from Mahesh after so long. Even though she had moved on after Arun, and had dated a couple of men, the one night stand that she had experienced with Mahesh lingered in her mind all through.

“Mahesh where are you and when are you coming to meet me “she cooed. “The kids are away on a summer camp till this weekend and I am sitting at home twiddling thumbs” she said.

Mahesh explained that he was transiting London enroute to Glasgow.

“Viju if the Kids are away why don’t you join me in Glasgow for the weekend? I will be done by Friday afternoon and have to leave only by Sunday morning. I am sure that we can find lots to do in between.” he said naughtily.

Viju burst out laughing and replied that she could think of hundreds of things and ways to do all the sexy things he had in mind. She told him that she would take the morning train and get into Glasgow by noon. Mahesh gave her the details of the hotel and told her that he would leave instructions at the desk to let her in.

Next Mahesh called Kavita to check if she had got into Goa on time. He was happy to speak to her and she happily told him that she was with her friend and already on her third glass of wine and topless.

“Darling we are deciding if Sudhir should eat my pussy first or if I should give him a blow job” she whispered in to the phone.

He laughed and told her to go for it, he also told her about Viju joining him at Glasgow. Kavita asked him to take good care of her, since she has been through a lot. She told him to get her into the swinging lifestyle since she was now free and ready to mingle.

Friday morning as Mahesh was sipping his coffee and going through his FB page he suddenly saw a post from Shilpa and Raj saying that they were on a holiday in Glasgow. Shilpa is a successful Indian actress and her Hubby Raj was a successful business man. Shilpa had modeled for one of Mahesh companies products and it was then that they had met the couple at one of their wild parties.

Mahesh and Kavita were first timers and were awed at the number of celebrities and models who were present. They had seriously suspected that Shilpa and Raj were swingers and that the party would have a lot of behind the scene couplings later in the night. That night they had left early with Shilpa dropping hints that they would love to get closer to them the next time.

Before he left for work he sent a quick message to Shilpa saying that he was also in town with a beautiful companion and that they could meet if their schedule permitted.

Fortunately Mahesh was able to get his work wrapped up quickly and concluded a successful meeting over a couple of Gin Tonics with Lord McCallan at the club.

It was two in the afternoon when Mahesh headed back to his Suite at the Grosvenor Hilton. In anticipation of meeting Viju, He had called the hotel earlier and asked them to leave a bottle of Krug Champagne in the room chilling to start the celebrations.

As he opened the door to the suite he could not see Viju anywhere around, but then he heard sounds coming from the bath room. Moving to the bedroom he could see her overnight bag on the luggage rack and her shoes outside the bath room.

As he knocked on the bath door he heard her call out asking him to come in. Viju was there in a foamy bath in the tub, all her body covered by bubbles and head resting back enjoying the warmth of the water.

Mahesh got in and bent down to give her a quick kiss and asked her how was her trip.

“Mahesh be a darling and get me a Gin Tonic while I enjoy my bath, I need to be fresh and ready for all the activities you would have planned!” she said with a wink.

Mahesh grinned and fixed her a stiff Gin T which was her fav drink. As he handed her glass to him she raised herself tantalizingly and pulled his head down to give him a sloppy ambarlı escort kiss. Her breast rose above the water but just enough to show her swell and keep the nipples out of sight.

“Cheers darling enjoy your drink and bath, but don’t torment a lover for long,” he said and went out to get out of his office clothing.

Mahesh quickly changed into a pair of shorts and T shirt and checked his messages on FB. He was happy to see that Shilpa had left a message to join them for a party they were having at a local castle where they were staying. She ended her invitation with a cryptic line that said that we hope to see and feel more of you and your friend that we did last time.

Mahesh was excited of the thought of joining Raj and Shilpa for a foursome and thought it would be a perfect way to induct Viju to the swinging circuit.

Since the evening chill was setting in Mahesh got the gas fire place going to set the room to a cozy temperature and moved the furniture around the fireplace and placed a few cushions on the thick carpet.

As he fixed himself a large Mc Callan 21 (courtesy his client) the bath room door opened and Viju walked out like a vision from a fairy tale.

She had washed and blow dried her hair and taken her time in getting on some subtle make up that highlighted her high cheek bones. Mahesh noticed that she had got herself a hair job in the 1930 style with a thick mop combed to one side.

She wore bright red lipstick that made her lips pout and black eyeliner that highlighted her beautiful eyes. She had wrapped herself in a silk dressing gown that was open In the center and showed off her long slim legs. She held a cigarette in one hand and a martini glass in the other and stood there with her legs crossed and blew a kiss at Mahesh like a moll from the old gangster movies.

Mahesh let out a loud whistle of appreciation at her appearance and stood there taking in her beauty and sexiness for a few seconds.

Her proud breasts were straining against the silk (36 C) and it was obvious that her nipples were erect from arousal.

In a daze Mahesh walked up to her and took her fingertips and gently kissed the back of her palm. He crooked his hand and she put her arm through the loop and he gently walked her to the fireplace.

While one side of him wanted to catch her and strip her off the nightdress the other wanted to savor the moment and make love to this classy girl rather than fuck her like a slut. He led her slowly to the ground and as she leaned back on the cushions he slipped his arm around her hips and drew her closer to him.

She looked deeply into his eyes and sighed and he drew her into a kiss. He kissed her ever so gently slowly parting the ruby red lips with his tongue gently probing. She came closer and wrapped her hands around his head and began to open her mouth to let his probe her completely.

Soon they were caught up in the throes of passion and he reached up and slid her night dress aside. As expected she was naked as a baby underneath and he reached up and cupped her breast taking her nipples between his thumb and fore finger.

She let out a moan and arched up her back. She pulled his head down to her proud breasts and engorged nipples. Mahesh took turns sucking both of them and nibbling on them squeezing them and feeling the firmness. Kavita had a great pair of tits but this lady’s boobs were like that of a 25 year old firm and erect.

Mahesh couldn’t have enough and continued his assault and Viju was enjoying it thoroughly from the sounds that she was making.

She managed to pull his T shirt off his back and was running her fingers through his hairy chest and trying to reach for his cock. Realizing that she wanted to feel him he stopped and quickly got out of his shorts and as his erect cock came out Viju grabbed it and started sucking on it like a child with her first lollipop.

In the meanwhile Mahesh moved behind her back and slipped off her night dress and she was there kneeling on the ground and giving him a blow job like it was the last cock in the world. Mahesh was in beşyol escort complete ecstasy as she alternately sucked his cock head and balls.

As she was squatting on the ground he reached between her legs and probed her slit with his toe. As she continued sucking she quickly got the idea and spread her thighs to give him better access to her dripping pussy. Mahesh positioned his toe at her entrance and started to rub against the slit and she stared to moan while sucking him which heightened his pleasure. By now Mahesh could feel his orgasm build up and he begged her to stop sucking because he wanted to come in her pussy and not her mouth.

Mahesh raised her and was about to place her on the couch so that he could get a chance to eat her pussy, but Viju was too horny for that.

“Plenty of time for that later,” she said and turned around on fours to face the full length mirror in the room, she wiggled her perfect bottom in the air and said” I want you to fuck me doggy style as I watch you in the mirror.”

Needing no further encouragement Mahesh spread her ass and for a moment looked lovingly at her puckered asshole, changed his mind and held his throbbing cock and guided himself into her wet pussy.

Viju was so horny that she started to scream as he entered her and began to push herself back to take as much of his cock into her warm pulsating cunt.

Mahesh usually liked to settle inside a pussy and get the feel before he stated to stroke , but this time he knew that there was no time for such action. He reached forward and grabbed both Viju’s tits in his hand and raised her head and started to pond her. Viju started to moan and began to say” Fuck me you bastard take this pussy , pound me, use me like your whore!”.

All this dirty talk got Mahesh more excited and he started to pound into her like a mad man. Normally a man who likes to control the pace of the fucking he would have varied his speed to make himself go longer. But today he realized that Viju was in a wild mood and there was no point in slowing the pace.

He kept squeezing her tits hard and slammed into her with loud noises every time his hips came in contact with her buttocks. “Oooooh God I am cummmmmming” screamed Viju and Mahesh could feel her cunt clamping down on his cock. He could feel his seed getting ready to spurt

“Here I cum for you baby. Filling up your cunt with my seed you whore” he said as he shot loads after loads of cum into her pussy.

Exhausted and sweating they both collapsed on the couch his semi hard cock still inside her and the combined juices dribbling down their legs.

After recovering their breaths Viju reached up and gently kissed Mahesh and whispered her thanks.

“That was one of the best for me. Kavita is a lucky girl to have a stud like you, but I wonder what she will have to say if she knows what we are up to now” she smiled.

To which Mahesh took the cue and said “Why don’t we take a picture of ourselves and send it to her right now?”

Seeing the shock and confusion on her face Mahesh explained to her about their open marriage, and how their swinging lifestyle had actually brought them closer, and instead of being jealous, they actually liked to see each other with other partners.

“In fact she told me to make you feel good when I meet up with you. She probable has Sudhir fucking her doggy style while she is blowing Rahul, or probably Rahul would have got into her ass by now which is his favorite. So why don’t we take a selfie of ourselves and send it to our friends in Goa.”

Initially Viju was shy at the thought, but she decided to play along. They took a couple of pictures with Viju sucking him and some of Mahesh eating her pussy. Some close up of her bald pussy for Sudhir and Rahul to enjoy and shared them by WhatsApp. Immediately they received full approval and a lot of pictures of the action in Goa.

As they cuddled Mahesh popped the bottle of Champagne he poured two glasses and said we raise a toast to new lifestyle for Viju. She giggled and said “What more surprised do you have for me you naughty lover?”

“For starters I want to fuck your ass, after you blow me and then how about ending it all up with an Orgy in a castle?” he said charmingly.

Viju was wonderstruck Orgy that too in a castle would be the best weekend ever in her life , “but first things first” she said as she reached up to his hardening cock and taking it into her mouth…

To be continued…

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Saving my Wife by Gangbanging Her

Drastic measures for drastic times, a deliberate and dramatic change of events to save their marriage, this is Joan’s and Terry’s true Story of love, sex, and gangbanging.

Something surprisingly shocking, Joan willingly and consensually agreed to be gangbanged by her husband’s four friends, Henry, Bill, Ed, and Dustin. How dare she be such a wicked whore? Why would any woman agree to be gangbanged? Why would she allow her husband’s four friends to take her, strip her naked, and gangbang her while fucking her multiple times in all three of her holes?

Truthfully, gangbanging her was the only way to return Joan back to the nymphomaniac whore that she was. Shocking her system, gangbanging Joan would change her from the morally modest woman that she had suddenly and inexplicably become to the wicked whore that she has always been, still is deep down, and still wanted to be. Begging to be restored back to how she sexually was, Joan needed to be taken, stripped naked, and gangbanged.

Once the process of being gangbanged started, she consensually agreed for Henry, Bill, Ed, and Dustin to gangbang her. She consensually agreed to suck their cocks and allow them to cum in her mouth and all over her face. Clearly, once a whore, always a whore. A talented cocksucker, she loved sucking cock as much as she loved being fucked.

As if they were four doctors in attendance, specialists who specialized in sexual medicine, Terry’s four friends, Henry, Bill, Ed, and Dustin, explained to him what they thought the problem was with Joan. Not only did they offer their professional, sexual diagnosis but also, they offered their sexual, medical solution, too. With them explaining the problem, and with her agreeing for them to help save her from herself, hoping to return her back to the whore that she was, Joan was willingly and consensually open to being gangbanged by her husband’s four friends.

# # #

Author’s Note:

This is a true story that Terry asked me to write for him about his wife, Joan. As if she had found religion, somehow, she went from being an exhibitionist and a wicked whore to a morally modest prude overnight. Helping her and enabling her to reverse her sudden change of life, with the help of Terry’s four friends, Henry, Bill, Ed, and Dustin, God bless them, Joan had a spiritual revelation and a second, sexual awakening.

Something that usually only happens once in a lifetime, a miracle, fortunately for her, Joan had a second, sexual, metamorphic transformation. She went from an exhibitionistic, nymphomaniac whore to a modestly, moral woman. Then, a rare exception, she went back again from a modestly, moral woman to an exhibitionistic, nymphomaniac whore. A true miracle, with her consensually willing to have sex with her husband’s four friends, all that it took to return her back to her sexually degenerate self was to take her, strip her naked, and gangbang her.

Saving their marriage, after consensually agreeing to be gangbanged by her husband’s four friends, Joan is transformed from a sexual prude and returned back to her true self as the sexual nymphomaniac that she was and has always has been. It’s not every day that a husband pushes his friendships to the limits and asks his four friends to make the ultimate, sexual sacrifice in having sex with his wife. It’s not every day that a husband asks his friends to take his wife, strip her naked, and gangbang her multiple times in all three of her holes.

“Please, you do me this favor,” asked Terry while looking from Henry to look at Bill, Ed, and Dustin? “If you don’t mind and if it’s not too much trouble, would you take Joan? Would you strip her naked? Would you touch and feel her naked body everywhere while making out with her? Would you gangbang her? Please, I beg you to fuck my wife multiple times in all three of her holes. I need her to return to me as the wicked whore that she was.”

Wow! Tell me. How many friends would do that for their friend? How many friends would take their friend’s beautiful, sexy and shapely wife, strip her naked, and fuck her multiple times in all three of her holes. Now, that’s a friend, a real friend. Terry was lucky to have such good friends. Joan was a lucky woman, too. She was lucky that her husband had such sexually accommodating friends, as well.

“I wanted to show my gratitude for taking my wife, stripping her naked, and gangbanging her over and again,” said Terry handing each of his friends a three-hundred-dollar bottle of Glenlivet 21-year-old, single malt scotch. “If ever I can return the favor by having sex with your wives, your girlfriends, your adult daughters, your MILF of a mothers, and/or your sexy sisters, just let me know. In the way that you helped me with Joan, I’d be happy to take them, strip them naked, and fuck them multiple times in all three of their holes.”

‘Bringing tears to my eyes, now that’s a friend, a real friend,’ I thought. ‘I’m a lucky man to have such good escort avcılar friends.’

# # #

A slow transformation, before we were married, Joan used to suck my cock and swallow my cum. Now, that we’re married, a reverse, negative, sexual transformation, there was a sudden and inexplicable change in her. Something that never bothered her before, she refused to even French kiss me if the aroma of her pussy juices were on my lips from eating her.

What’s wrong with this picture? It was okay for me to eat her but she refused to blow me. That’s not fair.

When, she does suck my cock, which is now a rare occasion instead of blowing me regularly, months go by before she blows me again. When she does suck my cock, she no longer allows me to cum in her mouth. I can only cum on her nightgown and bra clad, modest, B cup breasts, which is not nearly the sexually exciting same. Now, instead of making love, we argue. Instead of having sex, we bicker. Instead of fucking, we stay in different parts of the house and don’t talk to one another. It’s a terrible situation that can’t go on much longer.

When getting ready for bed, instead of undressing in front of me and sexually teasing me as she always used to do, suddenly modestly shy, she undresses in a locked bathroom. Never wearing panties and a bra beneath her short, sheer, sexy, low-cut nightgown before, when going to bed now, she not only wears panties but also, she wears a bra beneath her long, flannel nightgowns now. No longer allowing me to see her in her panties and bra, topless and/or naked, she acts as if she’s a virgin. So sexually frustrating, I haven’t seen Joan without her clothes in months.

“Something that was so sexually exciting before, my wife used to be an exhibitionistic whore. It was sexually exciting to watch her flashing unsuspecting men her naked ass, her naked tits, and/or her naked pussy. She used to willingly do sexually anything to sexually excite one another and to inspire our sex after. While making her flashes appear accidental, she used to love flashing her panties and her naked breasts to unsuspecting men. Now, a changed woman, she’s as modest as a Catholic, virginal nun,” I said with sadness to my four friends, Henry, Bill, Ed, and Dustin.

Hoping that they understood and would give me some helpful advice, giving them a personal and private glimpse of my nonexistent, marital sexlife, I told my friends about the sudden, sexual changes and the sexual limitations of my wife. I told them about the sexual fun that I used to have with her before and about the sexual frustration that I’m having with her now. Giving me their helpful advice, they all thought long and hard for a few seconds and, then, with them all in agreement, unbelievably, they all said the same thing.

# # #

“Clearly, I’m sorry to say this about Joan but she’s not normal. There’s something twisted in her brain,” said my friend, Henry. “For some unknown reason, she’s gone to the dark side of sex. Something she never had before, she suddenly has modesty and morals. That’s not good. That’s never something good for a whore to have. No doubt, she has a guilty conscience about all of the sexual things that she’s done.”

As if he was my rabi, my priest, or my psychiatrist, Henry looked at me solemnly while nodding his head with compassionate understanding.

“Obviously, in the way that some women suffer a stroke, she had a shock to her system that immediately changed her sexuality from the bad to the good or in your case from the good to the bad,” said Bill. “I’ve heard about this happening to women but it usually happens the other way around with good women turning bad instead of bad women turning good. I feel for you, brother. I can’t even imagine your sexual frustration.”

Terry looked at his friend and beseeched his help.

“Please, help me. What can I do, Bill? What can I do to help Joan? What can I do to save her from herself? What can I do to save our marriage,” asked Terry of his dear and trusted friend? “I miss the sexually uninhibited and fun-loving whore that she used to be.”

Bill thought long and hard for a few more seconds.

“With you living on a busy road, have you tried shocking her system by stripping her naked and pushing her outside your house during rush hour,” asked Bill?

Never thinking of doing that, Terry shook his head, no?

“Have you thought about tying her to a tree in the forest on a well-traveled path while she’s naked and helplessly vulnerable for hunters to take violently use her and sexual abuse her?”

Again, not thinking of doing that either, Terry shook his head, no.

“Have you thought about sending her topless and naked photos to her relatives, her friends, and her co-workers?

Something that he’d never do in embarrassment of his wife, Terry made a face while shaking his head, no.

“Have you considered posting her naked photos online, and sending them link, for everyone to see küçükçekmece escort her topless and naked?”

Again, all at the expense of Joan’s morals and modesty, Terry looked at Bill shocked by his sexual suggestions. He suggested that he strip his wife naked and push her outside of their house. He looked shocked that Bill would suggest that he tie his naked wife to a tree in the forest and to be violently used and sexually abused by passing hunters. He looked uncomfortable with sharing her topless and naked photos with everyone she knew. Lastly, having more respect for her than that, he could never post her photos online without her expressed permission.

“No, I haven’t tried stripping her naked and pushing her outside. In the modestly moral way that she is now, she’d be so embarrassed for anyone to see her without her clothes. She’d feel so ashamed to be naked in public,” said Terry. “No doubt, I’d scar her for life. No doubt, she’d think me a demented pervert and divorce me. I have more respect for my wife than doing anything like that.”

Then, as if considering the ramifications of doing that, Terry answered Bill.

“I’d never tie her to a tree naked to be violently used and sexually abused by passing hunters, nor would I show her topless and naked body to everyone she knew. That’s wrong. That’s just wrong. That’s nasty,” said Terry. “And I’d never post her topless and naked photos online without her expressed permission either.”

Showing Terry and Bill that he understood, Ed nodded his head.

“Has there been a death in the family, perhaps, someone close,” questioned Ed? “Sometimes, something as devastating as that would cause a woman to lose interest in sex as well as other things that was once important to her. A death in the family forces women to face their eventual mortality,” said Ed. “When it comes to sex, a wakeup call from their sexual fantasies, reality is always a sexual, party pooper.”

Henry explained more of the issues of having a death in the family.

“I agree with Ed. Turning women introspectively, the death of someone close makes women question what they’re doing and/or what they’ve done with their lives. Normally, that’s plenty enough to start them on the road to redemption and salvation,” said Henry nodding his head.

Henry looked from Terry to look at Ed and Bill.

“Trust me, you don’t want that. In the way that there are born again Christians, with them finally finding religion and falling to their knees to pray instead of falling to their knees to suck cock, there are born-again nuns, too. I’m sorry to say this, Terry,” said Henry slowly shaking his head, “but I fear that Joan may be on her way to becoming a born-again nun. Joan may soon become Sister Joan or whatever other name she chooses to call herself.”

Not really knowing what it could be, after offering their suggestions of what they thought was sexually, morally, and modestly wrong with Joan, Henry shrugged.

“Well, no matter what happened that suddenly changed her from a whore to a morally modest woman, the question still remains. How do I fix her,” I asked looking from one of my friends to the other of my friends? “How do I get her back to the way that she was? I miss the fun-loving whore that she used to be. I don’t want the prudish woman that she is now. She’s ruining our marriage by being a high morally, modest virgin.”

Devastated, as if he had lost his best friend, and for all sexual intents and purposes he had, Terry hung his head in disillusionment and sadness. He was so broken. He was so despondent. Having never cheated on his wife, horny and sexually frustrated, he missed having wild and long marathon sex sessions with Joan.

“Now, she seldom blows me and if she sucks my cock, she won’t allow me to cum in her mouth or even cum on her naked breasts,” said Terry looking as if he was about to cry. “She’s no longer the loving whore that I used to know. She no longer flashes her panties and/or her tits to anyone, not even to me, her loving husband.”

# # #

Thinking long and hard again for several, more seconds, my four friends all looked at one another and came to the same medically, sexual conclusion.

“I’m sorry to say this, Terry, but she needs to be taken. It’s the only way to restore her back to the way that she was,” said my friend, Ed. “The least that we can do for a friend, we can do that for you, Terry. As long as you’re willing and she’s consensual, we can take Joan. We can do that for the both of you.”

Ed looked from Henry to Bill and to Dustin for confirmation that Joan needed to be taken. Terry looked to his four friends confused while waiting for them to explain what they meant by them taking Joan. If they all unanimously thought that taking Joan would work, then Terry wanted his friends to take Joan.

“Taken? I don’t understand. What do you mean by taking Joan,” asked Terry? “Where would you take her?”

Clarifying parseller escort being taken and suggesting his own recommendation, Henry voiced his thoughts.

“Think of taking Joan as a reboot on a computer,” said Henry.

Terry was even more confused by that explanation when comparing Joan to a computer until Henry reclarified what he meant by being taken.

“After someone takes her by taking hold of her and holding her arms behind her back, the next step in the process of returning her to the way that she was, is stripping her naked. Again, something that friends can do for a friend; we’d be happy to take Joan. The least that we can all do; as long as you’re okay with it and Joan is okay with it, too, Terry, we’d be happy to strip Joan naked. Moreover, we’d be happy to touch and feel her naked body everywhere that friends should never touch and feel another man’s wife.”

Seemingly with them all on the same, sexual page, I nodded my head to my other friends while waiting for them all to agree to take Joan and strip her naked while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere.

“Definitely, I agree,” said Bill. “She, absolutely, needs to be taken.”

Alas, knowing full well that I couldn’t be in the house while they took Joan, I was banned from watching them strip her naked, and gangbang her. I’d have to give her the privacy that she needed for her to return to her old, sexual self. I’d have to be patient while my four friends sexually did what they needed to do to my wife to return Joan back to the whore that she is and has always been.

Seemingly and specifically, in the case of Joan, going from a whore to a morally modest woman was an easier transition than going from a modestly moral woman to a whore. Normally, it’s easier for morally modest women to become whores but not in the case of Joan. Indeed, she was a special case.

Ed nodded his head.

“I concur. A though job but someone must step up to do it. She needs to be stripped naked and touched and felt everywhere while making out with her,” he said.

Terry looked from Henry to Bill for more of an explanation.

“So, wait. I still don’t get it. How will having her being taken and stripped naked fix her? I don’t understand. Surely, it will take more than just taking her. It will take more than just stripping her naked to return her to the nymphomaniac, exhibitionist whore that she was before whatever the Hell happened to her to make her miss goody two shoes,” said Terry.

Terry looked from one of his four friends to the other of his four friends.

“I don’t understand what stripping her naked will do other than embarrassing her and humiliating her,” said Terry. “Sorry, forgive me for my ignorance but in the modestly moral state that she’s presently in, stripping her naked in front of the four of you would devastate her and undoubtedly make her angry. She’d never forgive me for agreeing to have you take my wife and strip her naked.”

Henry looked from Bill to Ed and to Dustin before offering his suggestion to explain to Terry what was needed to help Joan help herself.

“As if flipping a switch, she’d only be angry for a few minutes that we were seeing her naked. Trust me, once the embarrassing, sudden jolt of her being naked in front of us, her whoredom will kick back in. Believe me, as if doing a reset to a cable television, she’d be fine with being naked in front of us. No doubt, I dare say, she’d even submit her naked body to us and consensually offer to suck us and fuck us,” said Henry. “In an instant, Joan would finally be returned to the nymphomaniac whore that she was and always will be.”

As if they were plotting a major heist and a bank takeover, all four friends looked at one another while smiling and nodding their heads in agreement.

“That’s the only way to fix her,” said Dustin with a long, thoughtful pause while looking from Terry to look at Henry, Bill, and Ed. “Clearly, after stripping her naked and after touching and feeling her naked body everywhere while making out with her, she needs to be gangbanged. She needs to be fucked in all three of her holes multiple times by numerous men,” he said.

Dustin tried to hide his sexually excited look of stripping Joan naked. He tried to sexual excitement of making out with her while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere. He and the rest of his friends had always wanted to fuck Joan over and again multiple times in all three of her holes.

Seemingly eager to volunteer, as if the four men were sponsors at an AA meeting, they looked from one to look at the other. Suffice to write, with Joan a very pretty, woman with reddish, brownish hair and big blue eyes, they all couldn’t wait to take Joan and strip her naked. They all couldn’t wait to make out with her while touching her and feeling her everywhere before fucking her in all three of her holes multiple times.

“We’d be happy to make the ultimate, sexual sacrifice,” said Bill. “We’d be happy to take her. We’d be happy to strip her naked. We’d be happy to gangbang Joan. It’s the least that we can to help for the sake of our friendship,” said Bill. “No thanking us now. Your thanks are not necessary. We’d happy to gangbang your wife out of our loyal friendship.”

Bill nodded to Ed, and Bill voiced his agreement.

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