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Danny had gone off to the pub with his friends, and Zack had stayed in with me. Again I had quite a few glasses of wine. I sat in the chair watching the telly, and I put on a little display for my son. I crossed my legs letting my skirt ride up. Zack watched me and I smiled at him. I crossed my legs the other way, making sure the nylon rubbed together.

“Do you really like mummy’s legs darling?” I cooed.

He nodded and gulped. His eyes trailed down to my foot as I slowly let my shoe slip off.

“Would you go and run me a bath honey?”

He smiled at me. 10 minutes later I stood behind him in the small bathroom. He gasped slightly at the sight of his mother in her purple panties and bra. I sat on the edge of the bath.

“Take my stockings off for me. I’m afraid I laddered one this afternoon.”

I watched his fumbling fingers as he pulled the black hold up stockings down one at a time. He seemed mesmerised as the black nylon slid down my leg to reveal a tanned leg underneath. He just knelt there when he had finished, as I stood up. I’m sure he could see the dampness in my panties. Still, just to make sure I reached up to get the shampoo. I moved forward and looked down to see his face 2 or 3 inches from my panty covered pussy. I held myself there as he moved forward. His lips brushed my pussy with just the purple panties between us.

“Can you smell mummy?” I asked.

I was now panting as much as he was. I gripped his gorgeous black locks and pulled him tighter to me.

“Oh Zack,” I groaned.

His lips gripped my panties and my pussy and he held them. I whimpered in shock and surprise, as he flicked his tongue over my wet pussy. He mumbled something deep into the folds of my panty covered pussy. My legs shook a little as he worked on me. I felt light headed, and I had to lean back on the wall. The sound of him sniffing deeply at my wet pussy made her run even more!

“Come and kiss mummy’s mouth now darling,” I panted with a gulp.

He looked so hot and flustered as we met eye to eye. He took my hand and held it gently, I felt him put it on his cock. I looked down in shock.

“Is that what you do with mummy’s underwear?”

“You don’t mind do you mum?”

I gripped his cock and began to gently pull it back and forth, through the stocking that he had put on it! I wriggled my panties down with my other hand. His sexy black eyes seemed to burn right through me. I slowly worked the hard nylon covered cock in my hand. Zack moved forward and kissed me. His tongue was forceful and yet gentle. I spread my pussy open and rubbed Zack’s cock along my pink lips.

“See how wet, you, you’ve made mummy?” I gasped.

He pushed up and slipped easily into my wet opening. He groaned and mumbled in tekirdağ escort my mouth as he continued to kiss me. I sucked his tongue in eagerly now. Lust had bubbled over; we were both so hot for each other. He fucked me still with the stocking on his cock. It was a weird sensation, but the soft black stocking seemed to stimulate every nerve in my dripping pussy. My strong boy lifted me up and backed me against the sink. I managed to get a foot on the toilet seat and another on the bath. He pounded into me with lust filled grunts. I lapped it up just as much as he did! I gasped and groaned with every thrust that lifted my whole body. I felt like a whore the way Zack fucked me. My son was fucking his mother like he would an eager slut!

“God Zack I don’t, believe you’re so, good!” I hissed frantically in his ear.

“Well you better you fucking bitch!” he growled.

The way he said the words shocked me. He wasn’t making love to his mother he was fucking the whore I mentioned a few lines ago, but it did feel good.

“You’re mine now mum, you belong to me. When I want to fuck you I will, is that clear slut!”

“Oh my god,” I screamed.

“Every time I want you I’ll have you,” he hissed as he tweaked my nipple hard.

“Call me Tina, like I’m your girlfriend. Look at me as your girlfriend from now on, not your mother. Call me Tina; it is so disrespectful to me. I’m your whore girlfriend.”

“You’re a fucking slag, Tina, Tina!” he shrieked.

I tried to kiss him but he moved his head. For an instant he almost seemed to sneer at me! Just feeling his lovely thick cock in me had my juices running. He pinched and pulled on my nipple. He just watched my expressions as I winced; he almost seemed to be enjoying the little ripples of discomfort on my face.

“Do you love mummy, I mean Tina?”

He called me Tina a few years ago. I told him he was being disrespectful and rude. Now I wanted that. He gripped my hair on the top of my head not answering One long orgasm took over my entire body.

“Tina, I want pull your hair.”

“Do it then, I’m your girlfriend not your mother. I’m sure you could find someone younger than me so I’ll let you do as you want, just to keep you my darling,” I panted.

He humped me even harder now. I just clung to his back, still shocked by son that seemed so experienced! It was like he had been fucking for years. I’ve had a few men in my time, and I know the wimps from the passionate lovers. Then there’s the next level, the masters, was my son really a master? Or was this an over excited mother talking? The way he brought me to a climax gave me the answer. My mouth opened but I couldn’t manage a sound. I shuddered and thrashed about. tokat escort My grip tightened on his back just as he started yelling. I just let him hump me until he was drained. When he finally pulled out I was gasping to get any sort of breath into my lungs. I closed my eyes, still stood on the toilet seat and the bath, and my backside perched on the sink. I could feel my breasts heaving up and down. I opened my eyes and there was my son pointing his phone at me. I climbed down only to be pushed to my knees.

“Zack you can’t take photos of…..”

My complaining was halted by my son’s cock pushing in my mouth.

“Clean me up mum, Tina, like a real slut would.”

His hand gripped my hair and I began to slurp on his cock. I couldn’t believe how quick it grew in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, or rather his phone. My objection to his filming was outweighed by my lust. I sucked greedily as his hands messed up my hair. It was like he was taunting me now. He had his mum just where he wanted her, on her knees sucking his lovely thick cock!

“You fucking whore!” he spat.

His hand was on the back of my head with his fingers spread wide. His cock just grew and grew in my mouth! I put my hand on his thigh, trying to stop his eager thrusts that threatened to choke me. He nudged my hand away quite roughly, and this time he gripped my hair. If I didn’t know better I would have thought he was trying to choke me on purpose. I suppose he was so turned he didn’t hear my gagging on his cock! I wanted to tell him to slow down a little. He was now dictating the pace, his hand was almost pulling my mouth right off his cock, and then it would plunge me back down until my lips hit the base! I coughed and struggled but I swallowed everything I could. This really must have turned Zack on, as his mouth opened and he squeaked in disbelief. He pulled out of my mouth and I left it hanging open. I wanted him to pump the dregs into my mouth; he seemed to miss the target on purpose. Spunk splattered on my chin and then a last big squirt went right up my nose.

“I love you mum,” he mumbled.

I smiled trying to catch the dribble coming out of my nostril. I hoped I didn’t look too messy, but then again maybe Zack would like the ‘just fucked slut look’ of his mother!

“So Brian has definitely left her then?”

I was still daydreaming about my night with Zack a few weeks ago, “Yeah, still I don’t think she’s much better than her sister.”

“But I thought she was having Zack to stay?” Danny asked, as he grabbed one of the cakes I had just baked.

“Look Zack has started work, I don’t want to up root him until we are sure you want the job. Besides if Zack helps her with the mortgage trabzon escort for awhile, she won’t bleed my brother dry.”

“Tina I mean it I really want this job to work. We could buy a house there it’s cheaper up north.”

I smacked his hand away from another cake, “I told you we rent until you’re sure, I’m not dragging Zack there while he’s happy.”

I thought about Zack again. I wanted my son with me but I had to get away from sexual side between Zack and me. I knew it wasn’t right, but it felt so wonderful. As for Danny, well, we seemed to be arguing more than I liked. But Zack was here first and Danny would just have to understand that.

“Tina we could buy something, it’s worth it.”

“No!” I snapped at him.

“God you really are being selfish, this is just about pleasing him isn’t it?”

“No it’s not, I’m giving up everything to move up there, I won’t know anyone and nor will Zack,” I grizzled.

He shook his head and gave me that bloody awful stare of his.

“Maybe you should have married your boy?” he hissed, as he walked to the lounge.

I hit him on the back of the head with the tea towel. He said ouch sarcastically and threw it back.

I went in to Zack’s room to watch him pack.

“Darling you will tell me if Aunt Sylvia bullies you won’t you? Make sure you only give her the money we agreed. If she can’t manage after that then she’ll have to work longer hours.”

“I can handle her mum.”

He looked past me to see if Danny was about. He pushed the bedroom door closed and pressed his lips against me. I struggled briefly but his hot tongue soon had me gasping.

“Zack we can’t do this anymore,” I whispered.

He placed my hand on his hard cock, and pushed me to my knees.

“Go on Tina, hey maybe I should start calling you Tina in front of him?”

“Zack if Danny comes in……Oh fuck it,” I whimpered giving in, and then I sucked him into my mouth.

“I’m seeing a girl now mum, Sabrina, Tommy’s ex, you know my friend from school?”

I tried to push off him but he just held my head.

“So you fucked him did you mum? You fucked him he told me.”

I was still in shock as Zack fired into my mouth. That little bastard Tommy just had to tell him, didn’t he? But was Zack punishing me now? Zack pushed me back on my heels. I just looked up at him with a worried expression.

“My mum the local whore!” he spat.

“I love you darling don’t be angry,” I sobbed.

He shrugged pulling me up to my feet. I went to rub his cheek to sooth him, but he just caught my hand.

“I’m sorry Zack, please forgive me?”

He nodded slowly like he was considering it. He dropped to his knees and he slowly tugged my panties down. I stepped out of them and raised my skirt. I moved forward just thrilled that he was going to lick me. His hand stopped me and he pulled my skirt back into place. My smile dropped as he picked up my wet panties and put them under his pillow.

“Can you go now I need to phone Sabrina?” he said coldly.

I went back out of his room and brushed away a tear.

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All characters are over 18. This is a mother-daughter-son incest story. It’s a fantasy so it doesn’t have to make any sense: I hope you like it.

*

Anna Stewart lay back and enjoyed the steam from her scented bath. It was the first day of her summer break, and the last few weeks had been so busy… But now she had at least an hour before her son got home, maybe two. Her daughter was shopping – wouldn’t be back for ages as long as the clothes shops were open, so there was no rush. Her favourite toy was at her pussy lips, she pressed gently. Gently. She sighed at the first entry. Gently does it.

As her tunnel slowly opened and filled with the firm plastic, she pressed and squeezed it back with her inner muscles, then pushed it back in. No rush. Plenty of time. It was pure delight.

At 41 years of age, she already had two children over 20 but her body didn’t show it. Apart from a surgery scar low down on her belly, her skin was smooth, pale and translucent. Delicate feet joined slender calves, full thighs, and round hips. Her backside, she knew, was a little on the ‘comfortable’ side, but her tummy was still firm and her breasts… She giggled in pride. She filled a low-cut dress in a way to turn heads. She looked at them now – even half-laying in the bath they still sat firm and proud. She pulled her nipples, enjoying the electricity that it always sent through her.

Slowly, surely she teased herself higher and higher. Her breathing got deeper, soft moans escaped her ruby lips. Her shoulder-length brown hair clung to her in the steam and her rising sweat. Her deep brown eyes closed to shut out the world and focus on the warm glow building between her legs.

But Suzie had come home. She’d forgotten her card and went upstairs to get it, silently, thanks to the deep pile carpet which quashed any sound she made.

The bathroom door was open, and she was about to walk past it when she heard a little splash, and a moan. Peeking through the crack, looking over her mother’s shoulder she was invisible. Instantly she saw what she was doing. She stifled a giggle, turned to sneak away and leave her to it, but her curiosity, and a barely-suppressed desire she’d nursed for some time held her there. She took a half-step inside the room, and in the soap-murky water she saw her mother’s legs splayed apart and her hand pushing a bright pink toy in, out, in. Suzie could tell by her breathing and heaving breasts that her mother was close to a climax. Unconsciously, Suzie’s hands found a breast and a damp patch on her panties, and despite the wrong of it she was turned on. She snaked her lower hand inside the elastic, and rubbed her clit, fingered herself, and watched as her mother shivered, breasts wobbling, and clamped her thighs around the plastic invader. She jerked, shivered, jerked again, then relaxed, breathing in gasps, as her little orgasm subsided.

But she wasn’t done. Suzie heard a low buzz and realised the toy had come to life. Her own pussy yearned for those sensations, her nipples begged for attention. She must have made a squeak because Anna startled and turned. Suzie was caught – she’d closed her eyes briefly in her rapture and by the time she’d reacted to her mother’s voice it was too late – caught masturbating to her own mother. She yelped and turned away.

“Suzie! Dammit Suzie, come here!”

A sheepish Suzie stood in the doorway. “Sorry mum.”

“Suzie? What were you doing?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Suzie, what…were…you…doing?” Had she really seen her daughter with her hands inside her panties, standing there, while she masturbated too?

“I didn’t mean to, um, see. But, well I did, and…”

“What did you see?”

Blushing silence. Anna needed to work this through in her head.

“I’ll see you downstairs.”

A few minutes passed in which Anna realised that she could accept that her daughter had seen her masturbating, but she had no idea how to deal with the fact that she watched and masturbated at the same time. So she decided to take the direct approach. But Suzie was clearly upset – sobbing, maybe? – as she went downstairs. She sat beside her daughter on the couch and said: “Sweetie, it’s OK. Really. I don’t care that you saw me. But, level with me. Did you, um, masturbate as well? I thought you did.”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“It really is OK. I think I’m flattered! But I didn’t know you liked girls, sweetie.”

“As well as boys, not instead of.”

“That’s great, Suzie! I mean, that you know and are düzce escort open with it. I don’t know if I’d have been so clear at your age. But darling I’m your mum.”

“I know but it was exciting. And then you came, and…”

“Oh you saw that?”

“Mmm Hmm. It was erotic, y’know? You looked so into it, and…”

Anna giggled : “Yeah, I was really into it. I was going for round two.”

Suzie giggled nervously. She tried a joke: “At least you got one away, I was still trying for round one!”

Anna pulled her daughter close and kissed her cheeks, then cradled her head to her bosom as she often had. Maybe Suzie’s interrupted pleasure had something to do with what happened next, maybe Anna’s still-tingling sexual senses allowed it. Something made Suzie lift her head, nuzzle in close, and plant light little kisses on her mother’s neck, cheek, face, then lips. Why Anna allowed it, she didn’t know. But she didn’t stop it when Suzie kissed her gently on the lips, nor when she felt her daughter’s tongue probing between them. She didn’t pull away when she realised she was kissing back, full-mouthed, nor when Suzie reached for the tie on the bathrobe and tugged it. Not when she felt her breast cupped gently, then more firmly, nor when her daughter’s fingers found an erect nipple and teased it.

She should have pulled away when Suzie’s head bent and her lips found that nipple. She should have reprimanded her daughter for that, but instead she shivered when a hand snaked down her tummy, featherlike, and towards…

If Suzie had wondered how far this could go, she was delighted when she felt her mother change position to open her thighs, despite the words she was saying: “Oh Sweetie, please don’t…”

Too late. Suzie’s finger found wetness and folded inside it, then another followed it, and she gently, so agonisingly gently, pressed them inside her mother’s pussy.

“Suzie please.”

She was begging into her daughter’s mouth, but her tongue told Suzie the opposite to her words and the slight movements of her hips told Suzie that now, at last, a dream could come true.

In a single fluid motion Suzie pulled her mother to the edge of the couch, opened her thighs, knelt, and pressed her mouth to her pussy, licking, probing, tasting. Anna’s hands on her head guided her, held gently between her legs. Quickly now, Anna rushed to a climax, it had been so long since another had taken this much interest in her pleasure, and ignoring, for now, that the tongue driving her wild was her own daughter’s.

She huffed and jerked out a climax, brief and urgent, before a new urgency overtook her. She wanted to taste her daughter the same way, even though she’d never been sexual with a woman before. Awkwardly she stripped Suzie’s panties off and got her head under her dress as they got down on the rug into 69. Mother and daughter learned about each other’s pussies, each reaching shuddering orgasms, each needing and wanting it never to stop, until they heard a car door.

Jack was home! They scurried off like the discovered lovers they were, half-naked, legs still wet from each other’s ministrations, and giggled into the bathroom as the front door opened.

Like conspirators they whispered: “He’s early, isn’t he mum?”

“Yes. Get dressed. Quick.”

“I am, almost.”

“OK, off we go.”

“Wait, mum…” Suzie kissed Anna passionately. “Thankyou.”

Boldly, Anna pressed her daughter’s pussy mound in a little squeeze and said: “I owe you round two. Or three, whatever we’re up to.”

Suzie beamed and flushed.

The evening did not start well. Suzie wanted to continue her tryst with her mum but Jack had lost his job, a victim of being the last one to start so the first to go. He was angry, but more than that he was despondent. It had taken him 20 months to get a job and he’d only been in it 5 months.

Sipping beers with him on the porch, mother and sister tried to console and encourage him. After a couple of hours, he was pretty loose, though not drunk. He was in the middle of the porch swing between his mum and his sister. Anna cradled his head to her chest in motherly affection, not realising a nipple was on full display inside her loose cotton dress. Jack teased her: “Hubba Hubba, mum, haven’t seen those since I was a baby!”

“Jack Dawkins you’re the limit! You shouldn’t be looking!”

“I can’t see what ain’t being shown, ma!”

“I’m not ‘showing’ anything.”

“You edirne escort sure about that? I mean, that dress gapes a bit, y’know.”

Anna looked down and sure enough, not only was one breast struggling to stay inside it, the front of the wraparound thing had gaped open and her little white panties were clearly visible.

“Stop teasing her, Jack! You’ll make her blush.”

Anna got bold. “Oh I doubt he can make me blush. I’m over all that kind of nonsense.”

She should have known better. Jack said: “OK then. Let’s see. Truth or dare?”

“Really, Jack? We’re not kids any more.”

“Don’t join in then.” He knew she would though.

His mother said: “Dare.”

“I dare you to… um…spin around and show us your knickers.”

She did, effortlessly. He would have to try harder than that. Suzie got a dirty idea and took the lead. Before many turns had passed, it had degenerated to her daring him to kiss their mother. Anna smiled, puckered up, and got a peck, with which Suzie was not impressed: “No way, Jack. KISS, not PECK.”

Anna wasn’t sure at first, but – well… Jack kissed her gently, a lip-nibbler but without tongues. He blushed, but she did not. Suzie said: “No, PROPERLY. Like this…”

Anna found herself being kissed by her daughter with erotic fervour as she had a few hours before, but this time, after ten seconds of it, she did urge her daughter away. Jack was open-mouthed, Anna saw with glee. So she pretended it was just part of the game. And she saw, too, that it aroused him. The bulge in his shorts proved it.

A voice in her head took charge over her senses. It said ‘Suzie wanted you, you want him. Why not?’

She gulped, took a long draft of beer. There was a sense of shocked relief. Something she’d kept below the surface finally burst into being, a nasty secret she once thought would send her to hell, but now, thanks to Suzie’s initiative, was very, very appealing.

“Wanna try again, son?”

“Huh?”

“Suzie showed you how. Your turn, or forfeit.”

“Um, oh. OK.”

This time her son’s kiss was firmer, rougher than her daughter’s but no less erotic. Like a flood of possibilities breaking open a dam of propriety, Anna kissed her son with her tongue dancing with his, and pressed her body to him. Jack was half a head taller, strong, manly. Suzie was a shorter, thinner version of herself but Jack was broad-shouldered with an old-fashioned square jaw. Anna tousled his shock of dark hair as she kissed, felt his erection against her tummy.

Jack pulled away, confused, aroused. Suzie giggled and said “See, you still haven’t made her blush.”

Jack grinned awkwardly. He sat, but both women noted how he adjusted his shorts as he did so and stole a glance at each other. Suzie’s eyes asked a question, her mother’s answered ‘yes’. It was no longer a game, it was a seduction. But Jack didn’t know that yet.

It was Suzie’s turn. Anna dared her to sit on Jack’s lap. Innocent, maybe, but Suzie wriggled her ass slightly on his erection and he caught her scent in the cool night air. Jack looked at his mother who carried on as if this was innocent, but Jack wondered what was going on. They weren’t drunk, he was sure. But… God he was hard! Suzie must be able to feel it!

Within a few more turns the women engineered it so that Jack could be in no doubt. Right now he was being asked to compare his mother’s breasts and his sister’s. Size, firmness, and yes – he could touch if he wanted to…in the name of the game. of course. The seduction developed quickly from there. Soon, on their mother’s bed – the largest in the house – mouths found tongues, nipples. Hands touched, rubbed. Clothes were flung on the floor, then mother, son and daughter, completely naked together, began to explore.

Suzie was content to have either cock or pussy, but Anna was desperate for a man’s intrusion after so, so long. Jack was in a flat spin trying to reconcile the scene. His mother’s neatly trimmed bush, her large firm breasts, then his sister’s smooth pussy and tighter titties. He wanted both, all, everything. But most of all he yearned for his mother.

Anna lay back, beckoning her son. He got between her legs, looked down as his sister guided his cock to her, and watched it sink slowly inside his mother. She accepted it with a long, low moan. Suzie kissed her mother’s nipples, her brother’s mouth, fondled his ass, but she knew she was a sideshow right then. The main event elazığ escort was son fucking mother, passionately and urgently, deeply. Suzie sat against the bedhead with her mother between her legs and contented herself with tweaking Anna’s nipples while she watched her brother’s cock disappear again and again inside the pussy that had brought them both into the world.

His pace was steady, even as his intensity increased. His belly slapped hers, she came briefly, pulled him in further with her hands on his buttocks. She put her hands behind her knees, opening her legs so, so wide for her son to plunge right up, up inside her, until he began to shiver, tremble, and jerk as his cock exploded inside. Five, six, times it splashed, more even: Jack filled the womb that made him with hot goo while his mother writhed and bucked underneath him in a new orgasm of her own.

Too soon, it was over. Suzie had two fingers inside herself watching her brother and mother fuck, and wanted her turn. Jack would need some time, but she was going to live another fantasy that day. Anna let Jack fall out of her as Suzie rolled him over and bent to take him in her mouth. Anna got behind her daughter and fingered her pussy and ass, watching her daughter suck her son, even as her son’s cum began to slide down her thigh.

Jack’s first head job was divine. Suzie had little experience of cocks but her warm wet mouth slurped gently along his shaft, her tongue flicked his knob, and although his cock drooped a little after it’s recent exertion Suzie made sure it didn’t deflate completely. Then when his mother joined her, and they shared it in their mouths, Jack was ready to fuck his sister. She lay where her mother had just been, Jack got on top, and Suzie’s cunt melted open for her brother’s rod to push in, past the knot of her hymen, opening her insides for him to plunder as he had with their mother.

Only this time, so soon after ejaculating inside his mother, Jack had plenty to give.

He took her from behind, she rode him, he got behind her again. He loved watching his cock slide inside his sister’s angry pink tunnel, then come out again all shiny and wet from her, only to plunge inside again.

Suzie was in heaven. She was thankful that her first cock brought her little discomfort even at first, then none at all, and she was flicked into little breathy orgasms twice before she felt herself rising to a new height of ecstasy.

As her brother’s thighs slapped her ass, she fell forwards with her head on their mother’s chest, nibbling the nipple closest to her,and reached down with one hand to fold three fingers into her mother’s dripping pussy, barely conscious of anything but the warm rod inside her, the sounds of their grunting and slapping of flesh, the wetness around her hand and her brother’s balls colliding with her pussy lips. Her clit ached – she reached between her legs with her free hand to press around it, rubbing, as… Yes. Yes! She felt the tsunami approach, begged her brother not to stop, and let the waves of incest lust carry her away to the fog of orgasmic delight she’d been reaching for, higher, squealing now, her whole being reduced to this one sensation, this one fact – her brother’s cock plunging inside her.

As she came, she pressed back at Jack who pulled her hips ever further onto his cock with his strong hands. He saw her shuddering, pushed hard, and felt his own burning begin. He groaned as he felt the increased heat, sure he must be inside her very womb so tightly was his cockhead buried: He was shuddering, rippling with electricity that puckered his ass and tightened his balls; he held his breath, then swore roughly as his cum splashed, in impossibly hard jets, like static electricity drawn out of him and into his sister’s open womb. Under him, Suzie felt it too, a tickling warmth of spray against the walls of her uterus, the cock that delivered it impossibly erect, like hot iron. Still he pumped, still his balls squeezed more, until he was dry and spent and collapsed on his sister’s back, still shivering, still twitching inside her.

Brother and sister rocked against each other, cock in cunt, for a couple of minutes until they rejoined the planet. Suzie was lazily fingering their mother, now Jack looked for her. She still lay on the side of the bed, luxuriating in the delight of being satisfied by both son and daughter, and she was beaming with joy.

He simply said: “Hi mum”

“Hi yourself.”

Suzie looked back over her shoulder, smiling. Jack moved, fell out of her. She said: “Awww, that was nice having it in there.”

“Are you two kids OK?”

“I am. You, Jack?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because, son, you just fucked your mum AND your sister. That’s why.”

“Mmm. See your point. And guess what?”

“What?”

“Give me a few minutes and I’m gonna do it again!”

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With the next morning came the sound of more aircraft overhead. These most likely were American fighters flying up the valley looking for targets. They poked around for a few minutes looking for something juicy to shoot at and I assume they found nothing, for the sounds faded off into the distance quickly. I was now aware of something else; my naughty wicked Grandmother was down underneath the covers kissing my belly and inching closer and closer to my schwanze-wurst. She took it up in her mouth and sucked me rotten for several minutes until I gasped and filled her mouth with one-night’s sleep-worth of stored-up hot salty egg-whites. She grinned up at me and gulped down loudly, apparently enjoying her breakfast in bed!

Presently she crept up to the top of the covers and kissed me and taking my still-hard cock in her hand, guided it to the entrance of her furry pink sex. With a swoop, she pushed the head of my member and her face registered an open-mouthed staring moment of accommodation, followed by a smile as her cunny took the friendly breakfast sausage into her nest and adjusted itself to seat it properly. She began to move up and down. We fucked for several minutes until the old girl let out a loud moan and I felt a second release come boiling up from my balls to spout inside her. Half a minute of panting later, she rolled off me and said staring at the ceiling,

“I knew you had another one inside you hiding in those loins, I just had to grind it out! That should perhaps hold you and me for a little while. Alright, no sense laying here…we have animals to feed!” We got up; dressed, and set about feeding the animals in the barn and making sure they had enough water. Then Oma stepped into the kitchen to put ersatz coffee on the stove for breakfast. Like most places our village didn’t have a real coffee bean to be found anywhere, so the blackish powdery substitute was all Grandmother had – curtesy of the rationing program. We were fortunate enough to have plenty of hen’s eggs for breakfast and a few potatoes. This was a benefit of being in the country as opposed to the cities where you not only had to worry of the bombers overhead, but also of the constant scarcity of EVERYTHING making even a crust of bread a treasured item to be hoarded away from the eyes of others.

While we ate we listened to the radio set with Oma’s magic to forbidden broadcasts. The Allied radio programs had wonderful music and the news was not all rants approved by Dr. Goebbels going on and on about “ultimate victory”. From what we could hear and piece together…the Americans were very close now, we guessed two or three days away. It filled me with a bit of dread despite Grandmother’s efforts to calm me. She could see I was getting nervous hearing the radio and she switched it off and put it back in the cupboard.

“Let’s play another game Stephan,” she said- trying to take my mind from things, “I think you will find it interesting. It is more magic lessons for you…can’t let your powers atrophy when they are becoming SO strong!” She led me to the center of the room, away from all furniture. She stood back from me, pointed her wand…and muttered,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one!” I suddenly felt the entire room (including Oma) growing to enormous proportions…I also found my clothes replaced by hair and fur. The room continued to grow and grow and then I realized, I was shrinking! When the process finally ended, I stood below my grandmother who looked a hundred feet high by my estimate. She fetched a hand mirror from a shelf and held it down to me. I was immediately startled and recoiled momentarily in terror at what I saw, but I was robbed of the power of speech ; only a few squeaks could escape my mouth, – I was a MOUSE! Oma could see how frightened I was and she set the mirror down and pointed the wand at me saying,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one, make him a man and the spell is undone!” The proportions of the room began to change and Grandmother began to shrink from the size of a towering giant, back to the little old woman I knew. The room was as I remembered it as well, and I was back to normal size. It didn’t diminish my feeling of angst though; I swayed uneasily on my legs teetering until Oma rushed me over to a chair and sat me down.

“Well, well! You HAVE had a proper fright haven’t you!” she exclaimed, concerned but laughing slightly, hoping she hadn’t traumatized me too terribly.

“Oma! What was that?”

“A spell of transformation. I made you a mouse. You can do it to yourself; you need is to focus on the animal or plant you wish to be and then recite the incantation…you can even say it in your mind and not speak but I sometimes speak just to focus and concentrate. I figure it is another way to help you hide. Anyhow, are you alright?”

“Yes, just I wasn’t expecting it. …So I can do this THING to myself?”

“Yes of course. It takes a lot of concentration but I think your natural powers are able to make bursa escort it work,” she said before she suddenly realized she needed to sit down herself as well. She plopped down into a chair next to the table and continued,

“Wheew! That reminds me…I’ve forgotten what a drain it can be and it took a little bit out of me! Transformations can sometimes make you feel light headed – especially if you are casting the spell. How about trying the invisibility spell! Let me rest for a moment.”

I practiced making myself visible and invisible sitting at the chair. With a little practice I found I could snap it on and off like a light-switch. Oma sipped her substitute coffee across the table and beamed at me proudly. I figured a transformation spell would be good for getting into and out of tight spaces and all, but invisibility…especially if I could just stand still and not move…would work the best to help me hide!

“Hurrah Stephen! Hurrah! Much better; it’s only been a day and your control is more adept! I was impressed at your ability to control your seed in myself and those two ladies in the high meadow but now I see…other attributes of you are coming along splendidly!” We let out a mutual laugh of self-congratulation, me patting myself on the back for being a quick study and her for being a skilled teacher! Our happiness was short lived however as we heard the sound of a car coming down the street and approaching Oma’s house. She hurried to the window and looked outside through the curtains quickly as it approached and she muttered a word I still remember today and shudder at the thought,

“Gestapo!”

“Oma, but your spell yesterday on the woman and the soldiers…they were to say it was a clerical error and that your name was Hilda Bauer not Hilda Baumer!”

“No time to figure out what happened,” she said in a voice laden with distressed hurry as she moved my coffee cup to the sink with my plate to make it look like only SHE was having breakfast, “those men will tear this place apart and you being invisible will only delay things until you are bumped into!”

“I can run to the fields, make myself invisible there too!”

“No,” she said suddenly finding a plan in the back of her head and seizing her wand from the table, “I will make my stand here for you…and you…will hide but you will be much smaller,” she said looking at a hole in the wall at the floor next to the stove.”

“Grandmother, no!” I said as I tried to get my hands up to stop her. I wanted anything but that disorienting feeling again, however she was too quick! Her wand flashed with a flick of her wrist,

“Whiskers and tail, small furry one,” she commanded. The next thing I knew, I was shrinking back to the size of something fit to run through the hole she had spied. I looked up at her; transformed into something small and furry and squeaking in alarm.

“Never mind that…get in the hole!” she said, her face etched with fear and urgency. I scampered to the hole best I could across the kitchen floor on new legs and feet that I quite frankly I was not at all used to plus having to deal with of all things…a tail behind me! It was quite strange and traumatic enough but knowing your death could be on the other side of the door pulling up in a car…well, I scampered through the hole fast as I could and then cautiously peered through the opening back at my grandmother who turned and moved to the door. She seized some household identification papers from a shelf near the door and flicking her wand at them, she then read the contents. Satisfied with what she saw, she nodded her head. A knock pounded on the door as if on cue not two seconds later!

Grandmother looked back at me as I peered from around the corner of my mouse hole and motioned for me to GET- BACK- OUT-OF-SIGHT (like a mouse would give away my presence- I mean…yes, those fellows were good but not that GOOD). I backed up into the shadow nonetheless and she placed the papers on the shelf and opened the door. Standing there was a man in a black trench-coat and two black and silver-uniformed SS men; their uniforms and submachine guns an ominous image to this day which still haunts my memory. The man spoke,

“Hilda Bauer?” He said this with a tone of immediate authority.

“Yes,” Oma answered as she was pushed back into the kitchen; the three men entering as if repeating the scene of the previous day.

“I am Klaus Dietrich, with the Geheime Staatspolize. We are looking for a deserter, Private Stephan Baumer. I assume you have time to speak with us yes?” the Gestapo official asked politely as if he were inquiring about something over morning tea.

“Yes certainly,” continued Oma, “but that man is not here. Your people came by yesterday and..”

“Yes I know” he interrupted, “I received a report from Women’s Auxillery Antmuller and her two wooden headed assistants last night. I am just re-checking çanakkale escort a few things here with you… all purely administrative, we won’t trouble you much…just a few questions and we are on our way, yes?”

“Of course!” Grandmother answered.

“Good, may I see some identification?”

“Yes,” Oma replied pulling the papers from the shelf and handing them to him, “here you are!” He took the papers and read through them. He held them up to the light checking for water-marks, and nodded his head. Then he handed the papers back to my grandmother.

“Good, so far all is in order. May I also look about the house and barn here with you?” he asked.

“Certainly-anything to help,” Oma replied. She wobbled unsteadily on her feet; possibly weak from having just executed my transformation into the tiny furry creature that I now was. Nonetheless, she remained calm.

“I’m sure,” Dietrich said in a condescending tone of feigned politeness – the Gestapo was always so polite until they were beating you senseless in a soundproof room where your screams could not be heard! He left one sentry at the front entrance and then sent another round the back of the house to watch for anyone trying to escape the house.

He took off his trench coat and threw it over a chair revealing the dark suit of a party official and the severe and neat tie – always a neat tie on those fellows; right next to his party badge. He took off his hat and through it on the table to reveal a balding head of thinning hair. Grandmother was forced to stand in the middle of the room while he walked from corner to corner of the kitchen.

Pausing by the sink, he looked into it and saw my dirty dish and my coffee cup. He looked at my Grandmother but said nothing – his suspicions sufficiently aroused. He then began to walk from room to room in the house while my Grandmother watched him, her wand behind her in the back skirt pocket. He stepped into the water closet and seeing nothing but the toilet and some newspapers, started to turn back into the kitchen. It was then my Oma moved like a flash.

Her wand flew up in her hand and she flicked it with her wrist. Dietrich stopped like he had been shot through the forehead. He stared blankly straight ahead for a moment, then presently he smiled and looked at my grandmother. He again had that professional composure about him but not as sinister, as if Grandmother had flicked a switch in his brain and the monster in the tie was now wet clay for her molding hands.

“Wouldn’t you like to see the barn, Herr Dietrich?” Oma asked, both putting the wand back into her pocket and stepping forward to take the Gestapo man by his hand.

“Why yes,…I need to see it. I am certain that I will find nothing there just as I found NOTHING here!” Oma’s spell was already soaked into his mind and working any memory of the dirty dish and coffee cup out of his consciousness! He had proven easier to overcome than the cruel blonde and her two soldiers. As he walked with Oma through the entrance of the barn, she reached into her back skirt pocket and retrieved the wand when his back was to her – stupid fool he was! Oma flicked the wand behind her back twice and I heard a thud against the wall to the house to the front, and presently there was another thud against the back of the house at the rear door.

I hid in my hole terrified for a moment and then, curiosity getting the better of me, crawled out and scampered across the floor. With my claws I climbed a window curtain and although not completely used to my limbs and tail, made the leap to the windowsill to peer through the glass. I was shocked and amused with what I saw! Outside, sleeping on the grass by the flower bed, lay the body of the SS man who had been posted to watch the front. He was snoring like he was cutting wood with his nose! A subsequent inspection I made at the back window as soon as I managed to scamper up to it revealed a similar scene; the other SS man lay crumpled against the door, sleeping deeply!

Hopping down from my perch on the window, I made my way across the kitchen floor to the door to the barn from the kitchen. It was then I heard my grandmother scream! I pushed with my paws on the door but I could not make it through there… it was closed. What was alarming was I was now small weak and helpless to do anything! I had to do something…ANYTHING!

I ran along the edge of the wall of the kitchen that bordered the barn. At the corner of the nook where my Oma’s bed rested I found a hole – sufficient for me to get through. I was now in the inner walls between the house. There was just enough crawlspace for me to move and crawl along sniffing and peering through the darkness for a way into the barn. After a few feet of travel, I saw feint light to the left up ahead. Most alarming was that the screams of my grandmother were now louder and louder. I hurried down the crawlway to the light and rize escort discovered it was a hole but upon peering out, I discovered it would be a one-way drop to the ground…three feet – into the hay of the goat’s pen!

I sucked in my breath,…let it out,…and leaped. I landed and went tumbling for a brief instant in the hay…not used to how light I was now! I then made my dash to the edge of the pen as my grandmother’s screams and calls intensified, my heart filled with terror! I peered from around the edge of the post in the goat’s pen and could not believe my eyes – I should have guessed.

Not fifteen feet away from me, down on the hay, naked as the day they were born were Oma and Dietrich fucking like two wild cats in heat; she down on all fours screaming and bawling like she was being split in two, and he crouched behind her with both hands upon her hips giving her cunny thorough interrogation! He was huffing and puffing like an asthmatic steam locomotive as he slewed his cock in and out of her rump, fucking her with determination while Oma rocked her body below him, her hips slamming back to meet with each of his thrusts, her wand in her hand at the ready. Her screams and moans became obscene curses of encouragement for him; urging him on to plow her harder and deeper with more vigor and ferocity!

Dietrich’s face was beat red, his cheeks flushed and his brow already beaded up with sweat. To tell the truth, it looked like Oma was killing him! Still, he exerted himself; launching a determined blitzkrieg of my grandmother’s sex and plowing her furrow like she was some bizarre Nazi agricultural initiative! For her part Oma looked like she was enjoying herself immensely as her free hand clenched and unclenched…gripping the hay on the floor and then releasing it as Dietrich’s torture weapon savagely spearheaded its way into her low country! A few more thrusts and Oma let out an agonized scream of one who has had enough and she shouted at the rafters in unconditional surrender as her bawling screaming capitulating crescendo ripped through her body in a wonderful Wagnerian climax; her cunny-dew dribbling and piddling on the hay below her. Dietrich stared far off into space and time. In a triumph of will and Aryan supremacy…exploded his vengeance weapon in a spout of screaming grunting joy…straight up into the cunt of my grandmother! He hovered for a moment, and then toppled over away from her, onto the hay; completely spent – and more importantly pliant and harmless now!

Oma rose to her feet weakly and began to fetch her things and dress herself. After a few minutes she was done. Oma now turned to the exhausted Dietrich on the hay.

“Get up! On your feet!” she said with a severity that made her seem ten feet tall and absolutely frightening. Dietrich, under her spell…immediately hurried to his feet…still in a trance staring off into space.

“What is to become of Stephan Baumer?” she asked sternly.

“He is to be located immediately and to be shot for desertion,” Dietrich replied like he was suffering from the haze of a narcotic while he spoke.

“Are there any leads as to his whereabouts?” she asked.

“No,” he said, “his trail went cold south of Ulm and none of our efforts have led to anything new.”

“Good! Now you are to get dressed. You are to collect your two henchmen and you are to return in your car back to your offices and file your report. You are to write in your report that you have inspected my residence and found me to be Hilda Bauer! You have found NO TRACE of Stephan Baumer – IS THAT CLEAR!”

“Ja Fraulein,” Dietrich nodded stupidly staring off into space.

“How soon before the Americans arrive in this village?” Oma asked sternly again.

“I would say they are two, maybe three days away based on reporting we are getting. The Army is setting up another defense some fifteen kilometers away from here to the east,” Dietrich answered.

“Excellent, well as long as you are going back to your offices at the palace in the next valley,” she said, planting the seed of something in his brain, “and after your report is filed CLOSING THE CASE ON STEPHAN BAUMER WHOM YOU DISCOVERED WAS ACTUALLY KILLED IN AN AIR RAID ON HIS HOME CITY-EXONERATING HIM AND HIS FAMILY FROM ANY CHARGES OF TREASON OR DESERTION, then you will announce to all staff and soldiery in the village that you will all need to be pulling back to the defensive line to the east. You will give the order to your men and any SS personnel accompanying them to evacuate immediately to those new defensive positions – what again you say?…Fifteen kilometers?”

“Ja Fraulein!” came the stupid response.

“Hmmmm make that thirty kilometers. I always like round numbers. Anyhow thirty it is! You will tell them that after you file your report with your headquarters. Understood!”

“Ja Wohl Fraulein!” Dietrich answered.

“Good, and one more thing, after your report…you will feel the urge to depart by yourself in that car…to…Switzerland…you will take the southern route there…where you will remain until you can arrange passage out of Europe to…Paraguay! IS THAT CLEAR!”

“Ja Fraulein!” he said again with his stupid nodding expression. He was now nothing to be intimidated by, just thoroughly amusing instead! Silly idiot!

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“Bill, what are we going to do with Kaye? She’s only 18 and can’t stay here by herself over the summer, and that’s three months” Mary said. “I’d love to take her with us, but we’re pushing it by me coming with you and your work to Europe. Do you know who could take her so we wouldn’t worry?”

“About the only one I can think of is my cousin Sam and his girlfriend Janet. He’s got some sort of kennel and stables that he takes in people’s pets. I guess he’s got one hell of a business that keeps him pretty busy. If we sent Kaye there, I’m sure him and his girlfriend would find something to keep her occupied.”

“Well, at least there’s a woman there. How long have they been together?” Mary asked. “I’d say about four years now. That’s about how long I’ve last seen him and her. It may be time to call him up and ask him for that favor he owes me for getting him out of jail on that bar fight he got into. Even though the other guy started it, they took Sam in too.”

“Ok. If you think this will be ok. I’m only agreeing with this because of such short notice. It just may do Kay some good to get out of this city and to be around some animals. She could take care of them, and they could take care of her the whole summer” Mary said.

“Fine. I’ll go make the phone call and you give Kaye the good news. I know it won’t be a problem and besides, he owes me.”

David pulled out his cell phone, checked the number and pushed the call button. After a few minutes of laughing and kidding around, David dropped the big question and favor. The answer came quickly that was followed by lots of laughter and see you tomorrow afternoon.

Mary went upstairs to tell Kaye.

Kaye was in her room, looking out of the window to the neighbor’s backyard. Mr. Hendrickson had just got done doing laps in his swimming pool and was laying down in the lounge chair. Water was dripping off him and his black Speedo trunks hung tightly to him and outlined his cock clearly. It was just enough to get her wet between her legs.

What she was really hoping for was to have Mrs. Hendrickson come out, lay down in between his open legs, pull his Speedos down and give him a slow and steady blowjob. Kaye was just starting lately to awaken sexually and this show with the Hendrickson’s would usually happen late in the afternoon. Her parents weren’t aware of this going on.

A soft knock at the door caused her to step away from the window and close the drapes. Kaye went to the door and opened it up.

“Hon, can I come in? I need to talk to you about something. It has to do with all three of us.” They both walked over and sat on the bed. Your father has to go to Europe for work and I’ll be going with him. We’ve made arrangements with your dad’s cousin Sam and his girlfriend Janet for you to stay with them over the summer until we get back and you can start school again.”

“But don’t I have a say in this?” Kay asked.

“Not really hon. This sort of came down pretty quickly. Sam and his girlfriend have this kennel and stables for horses that we’re sure will keep you busy. Spending the summer on a farm with all the animals would probably do you some good,” Mary said.

They will be here anytime so you’ll have to pack a few things right away.”

“I’m going to have to tell the Henderson’s that they will have to find another babysitter for the summer you know” Kaye said.

“I know” Mary said. Maybe you should go over there now and give them the bad news.”

“I’ll be back after a while then” Kaye said as she walked down the stairs and out the door.

Over the years, Kaye had developed an interesting relationship with the Henderson’s.

Shirley Henderson was the first to touch her.

They both went to the mall shopping with Kaye needing a new bra. Shirley decided to get one too and she insisted they both get the same kind with matching panties. Black lace always turned Shirley on. She found her size and Kaye’s. Shirley was going to play this out and hoped Kaye would go along. She was such a turn-on that now Shirley couldn’t resist Kaye’s body and this chance to show herself to her.

There was only one room available out of ten with a solid locking door for complete privacy. They both went in and started taking their clothes off. Both were nervous.

Shirley hadn’t done anything like this for soo long.

She remembered when she was Kaye’s age and her friend’s mother seduced her, also inside a woman’s changing room. Kaye had never done this at all, but was getting turned on at the thought of seeing a mature woman naked, alone with her in this room.

“I’m glad they had a room available. I just hate waiting” Shirley said. Kaye agreed with her as they both faced each other while removed their tops and hung them up. Each of their hands were slightly shaking and their breathing became labored. Kaye realized Shirley was watching her strip as Kaye was doing the same, in a teasing sort of way.

Piece by piece was removed until they were each facing one another in just their panties and eyüpsultan escort bra.

Shirley made the first move. She reached around and unclasped her bra. Kaye followed her lead but couldn’t unhook hers. Shirley let her bra fall down as her breasts stood out. Kaye just stared at her first close up look at full-grown mature breasts and dropped her jaw.

“It’s always so nice to get that thing off,” Shirley said as she rubbed and held up her breasts for her. Kaye was frozen with lust as her own pussy started to soak her panties.

“Do you need some help with that thing hon?” Shirley asked as she moved behind Kaye and just touched her pelvis up to Kaye’s ass and rubbed lightly back and forth. Shirley moved her hands to Kaye’s bra clasp and unhooked it. She let the straps go and pushed Kaye’s bra down her arms to the floor. With that done, Shirley moved closer to Kaye and pushed her breasts into her back. Reaching around, Shirley cupped this young woman’s breasts with both hands, rubbed them firmly and pulled Kaye back to her.

Kaye had never been this turned on before. Her breathing was getting harder now as she could feel Shirley’s breath on her neck and her own wetness start to flow down her legs.

“I’m sure you feel better too not having that thing binding on you” Shirley said as she continued to squeeze Kaye’s breasts.

She then felt that young ass of Kaye’s pressing back to her and moving, back and forth.

“Let’s just get our panties off and try on our new underwear” Shirley said as she stepped back from Kaye and slid her own panties down and off. Kneeling down and still behind Kaye, she reached up and started to pull Kaye’s panties off.

Because Kaye was soo wet, her panties tried to stay put. Pulling them down further, Shirley smiled when she saw that Kaye’s wetness had soaked her panties and had moved down her leg. She continued to pull Kaye’s panties down and off.

Kaye was naked now, and flowing. Putting her hands up against the wall in front of her, Kaye held herself up so she wouldn’t fall, and opened her legs for Shirley.

“There seems to be a slight problem here hon,” Shirley said. “We can’t put on clean dry panties with you being soo wet, can we?” Kaye could only stand there, trembling from the excitement, and opened her legs further for this mature woman.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of this” Shirley said as she brought her hand and mouth to Kaye’s pussy. Opening her lips and pushing her tongue inside Kaye as much as she could, she tasted and swallowed all the young pussy honey she could get. Her fingers felt the folds of Kaye’s cunt while Shirley masturbated herself with her other hand.

Kaye started shaking and began humping Shirley’s tongue. She was sensing a huge feeling inside her pussy that was becoming uncontrollable, so Kaye let it go. Her first orgasm from a woman over-powered her as she let out a moan.

Shirley had heard of women squirters before, but this was the first time a woman ever squirted in her mouth. It was all she could do to keep up with this young woman by swallowing hard and fast.

Cleaning and tongue bathing her was a pleasure in itself. Kaye regained control and turned around to Shirley just as she was standing up. They brought their lips together and softly kissed while their hands felt the others breasts and pussy.

This was the first pussy that Kaye had felt. She had kept her pussy hair short, but Shirley had shaven hers smooth. Kaye started to explore this naked woman between her legs with her fingers as she felt Shirley’s fingers press up and move inside her. Shirley’s other hand had moved up and was squeezing her breast and she could taste her own honey on Shirley’s tongue and lips.

Feeling Shirley’s shaven pussy and her full breasts was turning Kaye on more and she just had to return the cunt-licking favor back to this woman.

Kaye broke off the kiss and slowly knelt down in front of Shirley and opened her legs. Shirley leaned back against the wall as Kaye brought her mouth and one hand to her sex.

Watching Shirley’s bare pussy coming closer to her lips, Kaye brought her hand up between those legs as she stuck her tongue out and moved closer. A sweet honey taste greeted her as she started licking all around. Bringing her fingers up to Shirley’s pussy, Kaye felt her opening up and easily slipped two fingers inside to soak them.

Feeling herself loosing control, Shirley brought her hands up to hold Kaye’s head and started to fuck her face. She just knew she was flowing honey to Kaye’s mouth, and was lapping it all up, turning her on more and more.

Kaye was swallowing all the honey from Shirley while finger fucking her. Deciding to explore a little more, Kaye took her pussy soaked fingers out of Shirley and started rubbing her tight ass hole.

She could hear Shirley start moaning and opening up to her finger prodding, so she kept pushing her fingers up and inside until she was fucking her with them. This cihangir escort continued until all of this overtook Shirley and she came over and over.

After a good tongue bath, Kaye stood up and they each kissed again. Each could taste the others honey on their tongues. They stayed like that a few minutes until Shirley suggested they try on the matching bra and panties. They looked so good, Shirley decided to buy them each the black matching robe that went with it.

After dressing and gathering up their stuff, they left the private dressing room. As they passed one of the rooms, they both herd an “Oh god yes, please, oh god” from a woman inside.

Kaye turned to Shirley with a surprise look on her face. Shirley explained that the staff looks the other way for women who buy plenty of things here and to keep quiet about it. After all, Shirley told her, she too may want to bring a friend here sometime to shop, and play.

And then, there was Mr. Henderson.

Being their babysitter, Kaye would spend many nights there at their home watching the two year old. Yes, the terrible two’s. It was enough to keep Kaye busy but after all, the Henderson’s paid her well.

This one particular night, Kaye decided to explore the video selection after they both left for a party and wouldn’t be back until late. After getting the baby to sleep, Kaye started her search. The Henderson’s had a ton of movies. Some were kind of corny and others were just boring. Kaye kept looking at the entire selection until, she found them.

They were all the way in the back. Lots of them all stacked up. Kaye decided to pull them all out and look at them each. There were girl-girl, mature women and younger girls (like what Mrs. Henderson and her had done the week before), women being gangbanged and straight in and out.

There was one in particular that caught her eye. It was called cum all over me. A woman would be in the center of a room, and about twenty naked guys would come in and start masturbating all over her while she would give a blowjob to one guy at a time.

One cock after another would explode and send it’s cum all over the woman’s face and down her naked body while she kept up her blowjobs. The guy would just pull back from her mouth and shoot his cum on her lips and then she would lick her lips clean. Then, another guy would stick his cock in her mouth while the others kept exploding on her face.

It didn’t take long before the woman would be glazed over with cum. After that, another woman would come in with twenty new guys to do the same thing. There were ten women and their men on that DVD.

Kaye just had to have this movie, but she didn’t want to steal it. Instead, she decided to make a copy on their computer. It was easy and only took 20 minutes. Kaye used the time to check out some porn sites to get herself ready.

After visiting her favorite sites on the internet, and putting all the DVD’s away, she checked on the baby, took the copy up to the spare bedroom the Henderson’s let her sleep in and started watching the show.

She had seen porn before, but never like this. There was soo many cocks, and soo much cum. Each woman had been covered from head to toe before the men were done. Kaye would watch closely as each woman would take a mans cock in her mouth and start moving and sucking. Some of the woman would blow the men fast, some would use their hands, but all were naked and covered with cum. Some even loved cocks in their ass.

Kaye now had to have Shirley’s dildo. Her pussy was in need of attention. She got up and checked on the baby again, then went to the master bedroom. Shirley had told her where to look, just in case she needed them. Sure enough, they were all there. Kaye grabbed the larger black vibrating one and headed back to the spare room.

The DVD was a four hour long special and Kaye guessed it was about half done with five of the ten women completed. She had started to shake again from being so excited. All this sex with these women giving out blowjobs, getting fucked in their pussies and ass, then having these men cum all over them just turned her on to no end.

Kaye stripped off her clothes and turned off the lights. She put a couple of towels under her ass since she knew she would be squirting tonight. She hit the remote and started watching the number six woman find her place in the room, kneel down and smiled really big to watch nothing but huge black men and their large cocks surround this mature white woman and her large hanging breasts.

One of the guys from behind her started pushing her forward until she was on her hands and knees. A guy in front of her stepped up and pushed his cock in her mouth, and started pumping. The woman’s large full breasts started swaying back and forth. The guy behind her reached down and started pushing his fingers inside her and feeling her pussy.

When she was wet and sloshing, the guy moved up on his knees and stuck his long black cock all feriköy escort the way in. The woman let out a long moan while another guy moved up to her mouth as she switched from black cock to black cock, sucking and fucking them for all she could. While these black men were fucking her, they started calling her every cum slut pig cocksucking name while she did her best to take each monster cock deep inside.

The dildo Kaye found was also big and black as she started pumping the vibrating monster in and out of her pussy. Wave after wave of orgasms came and made Kaye’s body shake uncontrollably. She was way too turned on to stop. Her pussy had developed a deep hunger now that could only be satisfied with more attention.

Shirley had way too much to drink and all but passed out at the party. They had been there a couple of hours and it was time to go home. Mr. Henderson was not too pleased about all of this. After his workout in the pool, he wanted some attention himself. His balls were throbbing and he needed some release, but it wouldn’t be from her tonight.

After driving home with his drunk and passed out wife, he had to resort to his fireman’s carry, and take her upstairs to bed. David pulled the blanket and sheets to the bed down with one hand, sat his wife on the edge, took off all her clothes, laid her down and covered her up and turned the lights off. Leave it to her to start snoring. Real nice hon.

David first checked on the baby, then moved downstairs and mixed himself a drink, then another. He was feeling better now.

He wondered how Kaye was sleeping in the spare room. He sat his drink down and moved down the hall to notice the door was open and the light from the TV was showing. He expected her to be asleep.

When he peaked in, he thought he was in a dream. Kaye was on the bed, on her back with her legs wide, eyes shut tight, moaning and pumping a huge black dildo in and out of her now shaven pussy.

David’s cock jumped up and was instantly hard. He looked at the TV and saw the DVD movie that was playing. He remembered this one from a long time ago, but thought it had been thrown out. That’s why, he thought, Kaye was fucking herself silly.

Kaye was in her own world now. She didn’t need to watch the DVD anymore. She was pretending that she was now the center of attention of unlimited black cocks. Kaye imagined sucking for cum, fucking for cum and being covered with all the white goo these studs were aiming on her. She could almost feel the hot sperm hitting her flesh from head to toe as she was on all fours, like a dog, sucking and fucking and swallowing.

She didn’t know Mr. Henderson was standing over her.

David’s cock was actually hurting from swelling so hard. As carried away as she was, he didn’t think she would come out of this trance she was in. He just had to have some release, even just to jack off. So he slowly took off all his clothes and sat them by the door.

He turned around naked with his throbbing balls and swollen cock, and walked back to Kaye just in time to watch her squirt all over her hand and the dildo she was fucking herself with. David had also heard of squirters, but had never seen a woman do it like Kaye was doing now. He stepped closer to Kaye as she kept moaning.

David couldn’t believe he was watching Kaye do this. This was such a turn on, he just had to close his eyes and burn this memory in his brain so he could memorize all this.

Kaye was imagining sucking on cock after cock and having each one dump its load inside her throat. The sounds of each woman screaming at the studs to fuck her pussy and ass kept her wanting a real cock. She took the dildo out of her pussy and placed it to her lips and started sucking. Her own honey tasted so much like Shirley’s, that she started to deep throat this dildo as her hands fucked her pussy.

David took another look at Kaye on the bed. Now she was finger fucking herself and deep throating that black dildo. He stepped closer to her and again closed his eyes to burn this memory in his brain.

Kaye was out of control, as this was the most turned on she had ever been. This DVD had worked it’s magic on her. She just had to have some cock and wondered how she could get Mr. Henderson to fuck her when they got home. She didn’t have to wait.

After Kaye took the dildo out of her mouth and sat it down, she looked up to see Mr. Henderson masturbating himself over her. She watched in amazement as his cock was huge and his balls were swinging back and forth.

All these times looking at this cock in his Speedos, wondering what it really looked like. It was big, swollen and shaved. A bare cock for her own shaved twat she thought as she moved up to sit in front of him on the edge of the bed. Her mouth was level with his cock head as she leaned forward and opened her mouth.

Kaye brought her arms up. She quickly moved David’s arm and hand away from his cock, took his fuck stick deep in her mouth, then brought both hands around to his ass cheeks to hold him there. Kaye finally had him, and was now going to suck him hard.

Shock and fear spread through David. He opened his eyes to see Kaye taking all of him in her mouth and down her throat. He tried to move away, but her hands dug her fingernails in his cheeks and he was trapped. David looked back down at Kaye as she was looking up at him, and smiling.

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The Duchess’s Christmas ball was a complete bore. Narrow minded snobby upper class nobles were not who Kathrina really wanted to spend time with. Her father had insisted that she attend in hopes of finding a proper husband for her, maybe. Her mind drifted only to her coven. That was where she longed to be, standing in a circle of power with her coven in the forest. Tonight was the celebration of the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year. Her father’s stern words echoed in her ears “…you will not take part in those practices ever again…you will learn…” Instead she sat in a far corner wearing an uncomfortably tight fancy dress, softly crying to herself watching others have the freedom to celebrate their own holiday. She wanted to celebrate too, but just not here. Wiping her stray tears with the sleeve of her dress she noticed two young men eyeing her.

They looked to be in their early 20s; both fashioned long hair tied in a ponytail. Kathrina smiled to herself. She was going to enjoy the night even if she could not partake in the Winter Solstice celebration. Besides, it might be worth while to give her father more headaches and create new rumors for herself. She arose from the little love seat she had occupied and strode light as air to the young men. She passed those snobby nobles as they cheered ‘Happy Christmas, have a great New Year’ to each other. They were such liars. Many of the women stared crossly at her probably wishing a thousand horrible things upon her. Kathrina made sure to smile and nod to the men that dared meet her glance in front of their wives.

She stopped directly in front of the two men, interrupting whatever conversation they had been having. “Hello ma’lady. I take it you noticed are staring at you. I apologize it was rude of us.” The man that spoke had light brown hair with lovely green eyes. The silent man was the most attractive, having shiny onyx tresses with icy blue eyes.

“Your apology is accepted, however, I came over wondering if you gentlemen would help me locate the Duchess’s bedroom.” Kathrina said feeling as if her heart would explode in her chest from pure excitement.

They looked at each other and the one with the lovely green eyes spoke again, “But, ma’lady why would you want to find the Duchess’s bedroom?”

“Help me find it and I will tell you.” She smiled at them. In her head she was chanting to the Goddess for strength and grace. “My name is Kathrina and I’m completely bored with this Christmas ball that my father forced me to attend.”

“I am Nicolas denizköşkler escort and this is my cousin Michael. He is visiting from Italy and does not yet speak English very well.” Nicolas, the green eyed one spoke as he took Kathrina’s extended hand and gently kissed it. She looked Michael up and down, thinking he would be beautiful naked. “Fine then, I am a bit curious of why a noble young lady would need in the Duchess’s bedroom. I presume that her Lady’s bedroom would he upstairs.”

“I would image probably the fanciest, richest room.” Kathrina added, wrinkling her nose up. She found the Duchess’s vanity and outrageous behavior disgusting. They proceeded to the large extravagant stairwell. All the guests were too busy now with dinner being served that no one paid any attention to the three of them. The guests would soon be stuffing themselves with duck and Christmas cakes. She noticed that Nicolas and Michael were glaring at her again. They looked her up and down, seeming to like her hips particularly. She smiled. “It is rather uncomfortable, this dress. I would rather be Skyclad. You men don’t have to wear these heavy annoying dresses with tons of lace and strings with petticoats.”

“Maybe not ma’lady, and for good reason. I don’t know any man alive who could make lace and strings look so beautiful.” Nicolas commented, testing her. Kathrina smiled to herself, reveling in the feel of excitement. They made their way down a corridor, which held at least ten different rooms. Priceless paintings hung every so feet down the hallway and occasionally a pedestal holding a vase of Christmas flowers dotted the hallway. They had checked every room but one along the hallway, none seemed to be fit for the Duchess. The last room at the very end of the hall was locked.

“This must be it, but it is locked.” Kathrina whimpered in defeat.

“Yes, but hold on.” Nicolas turned to Michael and they spoke in their native Italian tongue.

Michael smiled, “Not problem, segnorina.” His accent was so thick and Kathrina found it to be unbelievably sexy. From his inside coat pocket he pulled out a small tool. Watching in amazement Kathrina realized he was picking the Lady’s bedroom lock. Within seconds a loud CLICK was heard and Michael opened the door. The room was beautiful! It smelled of cinnamon and holiday cheer. The Duchess did love Christmas and her room was adored with scented candles, pine cones, wreaths, poinsettias, and priceless other valuables. She heard Michael alemdağ escort lock the door behind them.

“Now, ma’lady, what is it you needed in here for?” Nicolas asked. He looked her over more closely. Her breasts were full, sitting high on her chest thanks to her tight corset. Her waist tapered inward then curved outward for her rather wide hips. He dared to step closer to her, touching her cheek with his right hand.

“I would like you both to help me celebrate the holiday. Since I cannot be with my own clansman and celebrate my own holiday because my father is shrouded by ignorance, I will embarrass him by being a complete slut. The rumors will spread tomorrow that I was seen with two attractive men with gleaming smiles. No man in this village will want to wed me and he will toss me out of his home and I can be with my coven. It will surely be the death of him.” She grinned a bewitching look overtaking her face. “Do you mind helping me out of these annoying confinements?”

Nicolas spoke to Michael and together they untied, unbuttoned and unlaced Kathrina from her prison. Her puffy velvet dress lay in a heap on the floor and she stood staring at them in the nude. Moving gracefully she danced to the Duchess’s bed and made herself a seat. “Please, I believe it is your turn to undress.”

She laughed as their fingers hurriedly unbuttoned their shirts and trousers. Michael grew restless struggling with a stubborn button and ripped his dress shirt the rest of the way off. Nicolas approached the bed, standing in front of Kathrina. He was semi hard and getting more excited by the minute. Without a question Kathrina wrapped her small hand around his shaft and stroked him. His eyes were lowered, watching her head lean in close to his warm genitals. Her lips surrounded the tip of his penis and she sucked inward until his balls were against her chin. Nicolas was wide, not too long, but so wide. Kathrina was getting wet just thinking about what it would feel like in her. Michael had crept up behind her on the bed and helped her to lie on her back. She had both men on either side of her face now, begging to be sucked. Michael’s penis looked delicious, long and thick, but not as wide as Nicolas. They rolled together until she was on top of Michael and Nicolas laid to the side watching. Michael whispered Italian into her ear; she had no idea what he spoke, but didn’t really care. Holding herself up off him a bit Kathrina spread her pussy lips apart. Her folds were slick and sticky akbatı escort from her lust. Michael griped her hips and bore her down unto his shaft. Kathrina moaned loudly from being filled with the thick Italian man. Her insides were like velvet caressing his skin. She seemed to melt all around his dick and the tightness was almost painfully. Kathrina felt so free at this moment.

Suddenly Nicolas’s palms on her ass snapped her back to reality. He was pushing her front torso down and moving her legs closer to Michael’s sides. Her eyes rolled up into her head as he fingered her clit. Soon the sticky goo was dripping all over her thighs. She gritted her teeth as an orgasm rippled through her tiny form. Michael could feel her orgasms as the muscles tightened inside her. He slowly pulled his penis out, giving Nicolas a chance. To, Kathrina’s surprise she felt her cheeks being spread wide apart. “Hold on…what are you doing?”

“Just relax ma’lady.” He answered, then said something to Michael. Michael hands slide around to her ass and held her ass apart. Kathrina relaxed her backside, resting her head on Michael’s shoulder.

“It okay, signorina.” Michael cooed to her. He sent feather soft kisses all over her face.

Nicolas used the cum from Kathrina’s orgasm to lubricate his throbbing penis. Once slippery with her cum he pushed the head against her anus. Kathrina grunted into Michael’s ear as pain shot through her rectum. Slowly and gently Nicolas rocked his thickness into her tight little hole. When Kathrina’s hips began pushing back into Niculas’s thrusts Michael carefully slid his shaft back into her velvet softness.

Kathrina was in another world. She loved this new feeling of being completely filled by these men. Her hips met each thrust, all in time with each other. Nicolas was thrusting quick and deep into her ass while Michael’s wonderful dick was doing the same between her thighs. She squeezed a hand down between her body and Michael’s to her clit. She rolled the little bud between her fingers and began stroking it.

Their climax was coming close. Nicolas’s assault on her bum was becoming more violent; he was balls deep into her. Michael’s rock hard shaft was fucking her nice and slow now. She herself was cumming all over his penis. Nicolas began to cum, and it felt strange as he erupted his hot semen inside her anus. He slowly withdrew rolling onto his side. Michael flipped her over unto her back and brought them both to a mind-blowing orgasm. Together they curled up on the Duchess bed smelling of cinnamon, pine cones and hot sex.

Just for good measure, before Michael dressed Kathrina worked her magic on his cock again until he spurted hot goo all over the Duchess’s pillow. “That was the best celebration I’ve ever had at a boring Christmas ball. I will certainly have to attend one again.” Kathrina told them before they parted ways.

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Kelly and her friend Sarah enjoyed themselves at the party, the night was getting late and everybody was enjoying themselves. Kelly still had a salty taste in her mouth and she savoured more of it. She had spent the last half an hour mingling with all the boys when one of them started kissing her out of the blue. She was a bit surprised at first, but then let him continue, she knew this was her guy.

The two of them made their way upstairs to an empty bedroom and began kissing again on one of the beds. Lying side by side, and still engaged in a deep kiss, they began to explore each others bodies. Kelly’s hand slid down to his crotch and opened up his pants, feeling his hard cock, she grabbed it and brought it out into the open.

Kelly incirli escort continued to pull his hard cock while he had managed to pull her skirt up and was now fingering away at the spoilt little blonde brat. She remembered what Sarah had told her and began to take the guys shirt off leaving him naked from the waist up and an erect cock standing tall from his pants.

Next she straddled him and lent over him and kissed him hard. She then proceeded to slowly move down his body across his chest and down to his hard cock. All this time her hair trickling over his face and down his chest, across his stomach, sending shivers through his body, this was mind-blowing stuff!

This çengelköy escort was Kelly’s big moment, she took his hard cock in her hand, and began pulling him off again, before taking the head into her mouth. It was if her tongue had a mind of its own as it quickly began swirling around the head of the cock, and she quickly found herself sucking on this guy’s cock.

This was all happening too fast for her so she stopped sucking and began licking up and down the shaft of the guy’s cock. This seemed to cool both him and her off as he was feeling very close to blowing his load! But he couldn’t hold back much longer and finally he grabbed her gently by the hair escort bayan beyoğlu and began to bring her mouth back to the tip of his cock.

Again, as if by instinct, her tongue and mouth seemed to take over as if a long craving had been building up inside her and was now being satisfied. She gladly took his cock deep inside her warm mouth and sucked his cock like her life depended on it! He couldn’t hold himself back much longer, and Kelly felt him tense up, knowing what was about to happen to her.

That’s when it happened, she felt a big warm gush of fluid fill her mouth, and as she tried swallow what she could, it was only replaced with more from his streaming cock. It was amazing she even felt herself shudder with pleasure. She looked up to see this guy, that she hardly knew, smiling back at her.

Mission accomplished, Kelly had given her first blowjob and she had loved it, the smile on that strangers face said it all! Especially after he had wiped some cum off her cheek and let her lick it up, Kelly knew she’d be enjoying her time at college after that party.

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My friend/coworker Bill and I were out of town working on a client. Sitting in the hotel bar on Monday evening and began talking to a woman at the bar. We both thought she was pretty hot, long brunette hair, 34 c tits, 5’6″ with a nice body covered by a clingy red knit dress. She was attending a meeting for the week at the hotel.

Bill and I were both hitting on her hoping she would take one of us back to a room. Karen was having a good time and enjoying the attention. As we talked and drank we would run our hands over her pantyhosed legs. They felt so nice and she did not object. Occasionally she would lean over and kiss one of us purposely rubbing her tits against us.

After about an hour she asked if we could go upstairs. I asked which one of us and she said both. Bill and I look at each other and I said of course we can. We made our way up to my room.

We got up to my room and I made us drinks. We talked for a couple of minutes. Karen suddenly got up unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. She was now wearing a black bra, dark pantyhose (no panties??) and red fuck me heels. She started dancing around to the music in her head and walked over to Bill who was sitting on the couch. Karen had him stand up and she dropped to her knees. She reached up unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled his pants and underwear to his ankles. Bill removed his shirt while she started to take his cock into her mouth.

Not wanting to be left out, I quickly removed my clothes while watching Bill’s cock go in and out of her mouth. I get on my knees behind her and start rubbing my now rock hard cock güzelce escort up and down the crack of her pantyhosed ass (I love pantyhose on a woman and wearing them myself – but more of that in another story). Karen reached back grabbing my cock and placing it between her legs to rub her pussy thru the pantyhose. I could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy thru the pantyhose.

We kept this up for a couple of minutes then she pulled her mouth off of Bill’s cock and stood up. She removed her bra letting her wonderful tits free, kicked her shoes off and sat on the bed removing her pantyhose. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and glistening. I walked over to Karen as she laid down with her head hanging over the edge of the bed. I slid my cock into her mouth and down her throat.

Karen began to finger her pussy while I massaged her tits. Bill moved to the other side of the bed and slid up to begin tonguing her pussy. Bill told me later she was as wet as he had ever seen a pussy. Bill soon moved up on the bed and slid his dick into her pussy. Karen must have been really close to cumming. After about 10 strokes her body stiffened and shook as her first orgasm raced thru her body. All this time my cock was moving in and out of her mouth. Her orgasm along with sucking his cock made Bill ready to explode.

He began to pump her pussy harder as he pulled her legs over his shoulders. He was basically shoving my cock in and out of her mouth as he pounded her. Soon he grabbed her ankles, pushed her legs up and drove his cock as far as he could into büyükçekmece escort her and began to cum in her pussy. She began to quiver again as another orgasm hit her.

Bill dropped her legs and his cock slid out of her. Breathing hard she let my cock fall out of her mouth as reached down to her pussy to scoop some of Bill’s cum up to her mouth.

I could not believe this was happening. Had never been in a room with another naked guy both fucking the same woman. Now he was standing there with his cock going soft. He looked over and said you need to fuck this!

Karen continued to scoop cum into her mouth. I got up on the bed with her. She got on all fours and said fuck me from behind. I could see Bill’s cum dripping from her pussy. I slid easily into her freshly fucked pussy. It was amazing with his hot cum still inside her pussy and with each stroke I pulled cum in and out of her. I grabbed her hips and began pumping her pussy. Bill had stepped in front of her and fed his cum/pussy juice covered cock. She began licking his cock and balls to clean him up.

I was close to cumming when I stuck my dick in her pussy and it did not take me long before I was pumping her pussy full of cum. I laid on her back for a moment to catch my breath and felt by cock plop out of her pussy. I fell back and saw a big glob of cum hanging from her pussy. She reached between her legs and scooped up the cum into her mouth.

We laid on the bed together for a few minutes. After a bit, Bill said he should be going but Karen said wait I güzelyurt escort have something i want to do that I have never had the chance to do. I asked what and she said two cocks in her pussy at the same time. I looked at Bill and he sure, why not.

She smiled and took Bill’s cock into her mouth. His cock began to harden and she reached over and began to massage my cock and balls. After she got Bill good and hard she pulled my cock into her mouth and stroked Bill to keep him hard. Soon my cock was ready to go again.

Karen straddled Bill and slid his cock into her pussy. She laid flat on top of Bill and I crawled behind her. She reached back and guided my cock to her pussy. She was still incredibly wet. I slowly began to push my cock against her pussy and Bill’s cock until her pussy expanded and I began to slide into her. She yelped in pain but said keep going. After I was all the way in I stopped to let her pussy adjust. We slowly began to rock back and forth with her sliding on both of our cocks.

The feeling of rubbing against another cock in a pussy and our balls hitting was amazing. Before long I felt Bill’s cock begin to pulse as he started to cum in her pussy and on my cock. This made me start to pump my hot cum into her pussy and on his cock. Karen’s pussy began to spasm and clench our cocks as she came again.

I pulled from her pussy dragging a string of our cum out that fell onto Bill’s cock and balls. Still breathing hard Karen rolled off of Bill onto the bed beside him. We all laid there catching our breath. When Bill said he needed to go, Karen said wait a minute and rolled over to clean his cock an balls with her tongue. She asked me to move to the side of the bed and she pulled my cock to her mouth to put both cocks in there. She finished cleaning us up and Bill get dresses and left. She and I fell asleep naked together with cum running out of stretched pussy.

More to follow. She was at the hotel all week.

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I bumped into a friend of my ex-boyfriend at the mall the other day, Jay.

“Hey Susan!” Jay said cheerfully.

“How have you been? What’s been going on?” He asked me.

“I’ve been great. It’s been too long since we’ve talked.” I replied.

“It’s really good to see you.” I said, giving him a big hug.

“Have you seen James around?” Jay asked.

“Nope. I hear he’s got a girlfriend though.” I said.

“I was upset when we broke it off, but that’s just how it goes, you know?” I asked.

“Yup. Well, you seem to be ok. We’ve got to get together sometime.” Jay said.

“We should. Here’s my number.” I said, scribbling my cell number onto the back of a receipt in my purse.

“I’ve got to run, but I’ll see you soon Susan.” Jay said, walking in the other direction.

When I dated James, Jay would sometimes meet us out at restaurants and clubs and such. He and I were always kind of good friends, no obvious attraction between us. He was a tall, thin black guy, and had a nice smile. I always thought he was handsome, but I never thought to pursue anything. James, on the other hand, was a very muscular black guy I met at my gym. James had a gorgeous face, an outrageous body, and a huge penis; I really missed him. Since James took off, I guess he never really kept up with Jay. I was still upset about losing James and seeing Jay brought back some memories, but it was still nice running into him.

Jay called me and asked me to meet him at this bar we used to go to. I agreed. I walked into the place and there was Jay at a table in the front, waiting for me to show up.

“Hey, you made it!” Jay announced.

“Of course I made it silly. What’d you think, I was going to blow you off or something?” I said jokingly.

“No, just kidding.” he replied.

So Jay and I ordered some drinks and talked for a few hours. Jay mentioned that he had being doing quite well with a website that he and another guy had put together. It was an interracial only porn site, and they featured homemade videos and pictures that they videoed with girls who they met, or who replied to their internet ads for models. I asked him how much he made and was very surprised at the figure.

“Wow! No wonder all these girls are doing it. That’s a lot of money Jay!” I said. “So, the girls that you tape are just regular women, no experience?” I asked.

“That’s right. I get a ton of replies to my ads. Women are just dying to be videoed. Several chicks didn’t even care about the money. They just wanted to have sex with a bunch of guys on tape!” Jay explained.

“You know Susan, I’ve always thought that you were very hot. For real! You’re a gorgeous girl and you have a body to match.” Jay told me.

I was flattered. But damn right; I had an awesome figure. I exercise all of the time, and eat right. It was nice hearing complements from a friend though. James just tore me up emotionally by leaving me. He dumped me for another girl. I had all of this great equipment, and gave him everything that he wanted, but it still didn’t stop him from pursuing another woman anyway. James and I would fuck for hours at a time. He just wanted more than I could give him I suppose. I began to think about letting Jay video me. Deep inside, I was angry at James for trashing me, and thought that I could get my revenge by filming a porn video and having him watch it. I’d be too chicken to do it by myself, so I thought I’d ask one of my good friends to do it with me. I immediately thought of Melanie. She’d do it. She was into black guys too, and she was into practically any kind of sex.

Jay and I continued to talk and we both kind of suggested we work together on a video of his. Jay gave me the details and then we worked out an agreement. Jay would put together a crew for Melanie and I, and we could start filming the next day at his partner’s home. I was so excited. I called Melanie and told her about the whole thing, and as I thought, she agreed to do it with me. We were going to be in a porno video. I have let some boyfriends tape our lovemaking before, but that was just for us to watch, and then fuck again while watching it. This time, it’s for real. I hoped my Dad would never find out about it.

When we entered the house, Jay was on the sofa speaking to two of the guys from his work. I must say, they looked awful, obviously dressed in second-hand clothes they bought from the goodwill store, or something of the sort. Old man slacks with non-coordinated button down print shirts? They both looked like they were on vacation in the Caribbean. Of course, that made perfect sense, since they were both Haitians. I split with Melanie, and made my way over to Jay.

“Hello Susan, glad you could make it.” Jay greeted me.

“Hi Jay. Looks like your friends all made it too.” I answered.

“How are you guys doing?” I playfully asked the two men.

“Good! We are very good!” they both uttered.

“I think it’ll be a wild night, don’t you guys?” I asked rhetorically. Of course it was going to be wild; it was Mel and me and about ten guys. I knew that çatalca escort every guy in the room was checking me out and Melanie also. I had my hair up and looked cute with my red minidress on. Melanie wore a tight white dress, proudly displaying her lack of panties and bra. Her big fake boobs pushing their way out of the dress top. I thought we looked awesome, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway to all those horny guys staring us down. They would have put their dicks in anything they could that night.

Jay asked me if I wanted a drink. I said “sure and make it a double.” I was still very nervous about the whole thing. I had never done anything remotely like this before, and my heart was practically pounding out of my chest. I must be crazy saying yes to this, and yes to all these strange black guys fucking me. It really was awkward. How will this whole thing begin? Would somebody just start attacking us, or drag us into a bedroom? I only knew one guy in the whole place. Melanie didn’t know anybody there but me.

Jay returned with my double Cosmopolitan, and I quickly began downing it. In the few moments that Jay left to get the drink, the two guys didn’t say a word to me. They just talked to each other in Creole, about me no doubt. I wondered if either one of them ever had sex with a white woman before. I seriously doubted it. If one of these guys approached me at a club or something, I wouldn’t have even bothered with them. They both looked bad, smelled of strong, cheap cologne, and spoke very little English. One guy, Jean I think, wasn’t too bad looking. He was very young, maybe twenty three, while the older guy looked average. Well, the reality was that both of these guys would be fucking me shortly, and I couldn’t stop imagining how they would be.

Melanie was talking to a group of guys on the other side of the large room. The partner, whose house it was, had some money. The place was pretty nice and very large. There was some rap music playing, and most of the guys knew each other and formed small groups. I couldn’t imagine what the hell Mel was talking to them about, but they seemed to be getting along well. She also had a drink in her hand, as all of us did. I know she was on her second, because there was a glass on the table next to her with red lipstick on it. I wasn’t wearing any. I figured that it would have smudged off in two seconds on some guy’s balls anyway.

Jay was talking to his friend with the video equipment, whom had just arrived. He and the cameraman brought suitcase looking boxes into a room in the back of the house where we were to do the filming. I got really nervous seeing that. This was for real. There was no turning around now.

I was trying to make small talk with Jean and the other guy, but left them for a moment to get another drink. As soon as I walked towards the table set up with all of the liquor, three of the other men I hadn’t met yet quickly approached me and said hello.

“Hi Susan. It is nice to meet you.” One of the men said with a strong accent. He was from the Islands as well. “My name is Claude.” he said.

“Let me get your drink for you?” he asked politely.

“Thank you.” I replied.

“What are your names?” I asked the other two guys.

“I am Jean-Paul.” one said as he kissed me on the cheek.

“I’m Matthew. You are a beautiful woman.” the other announced.

“Thank you Matthew.” I answered. Matthew was very handsome. His skin was a light mulatto shade of brown. Jean-Paul had on the usual Haitian garb like the other guys, but Matthew was wearing shorts and a polo shirt. He looked neat and groomed. Claude had a thick beard and mustache, and looked oily. He had on a tan T-shirt and was quite muscular for a thin man.

Claude handed me my drink and I immediately started pounding it down. He had made it very strong, almost no juice, only vodka. My eyes were tearing from the smell of the alcohol. Screw it. I needed it to get through this night.

Melanie broke with her little fan club for a moment and came over to me.

“Hey girl. So what do you think?” Mel asked me.

“I guess these guys are ok. My nerves are just shot from not knowing what we are in for Mel.” I declared.

“What are they going to do? How is all of this going to begin?” I asked.

“I don’t know either, but after ten guys between the two of us, they’re gonna have to carry us out of here Susan.” Mel answered.

“Aren’t you scared Mel?”

“I guess a little, but these guys seem ok, and they’ve been pretty nice so far.” Mel replied.

“Well, I’m pretty buzzed from the drinks, so I guess I can handle it.” I said.

“I just hope we get on with it already. I’m really getting horny!” Melanie announced.

I figured that much from her. She could care less about the fact that we were willfully letting ten guys rape us shortly, and on camera. Melanie just loved sex. I did too, but filming it for everyone? I definitely had some concerns. The deal I made with Jay was that Melanie and I would get to see the video first silivri escort and at our discretion, let him put in on his website or not. We would all split the profits from any sales that were made from the video. I needed the extra money; we both did. Jay did this professionally and knew what to do with it, so I trusted him. When he said it would be with these guys he knew from his job, and that they were Haitians, I didn’t care either way. I loved fucking black guys anyway, and so did Mel; she got pregnant and had a black child from an affair she had awhile back. I figured Haitian guys were no different, and I was a little curious anyway. Sex with some foreign guys sounded pretty hot, so we agreed.

Jay came back into the living room and told us that they were all set up in the back. It was the moment of truth for Mel and me. We both looked at each other unconvinced when Jay came from behind us, put his arms on both of our waists, and said “Susan, Melanie…are you guys all right? Everything’s going to be ok. I know you’re nervous, but once you get into it, you are both going to have a blast” Jay told us convincingly. “After a few moments, you will forget all about the cameras.”

“Come with me ladies.” Jay said as he led us to the back room. The guys in the room followed behind us.

Jay led us down a long hallway, past a few rooms on both sides. There was bright light coming from the room at the end of the hall, and I knew that was the room with the cameras. Jay let go of us, and proceeded to the side of the room with all of the video equipment. Jay and the other man, Steve, had microphones, lights, and cameras set up in various places to capture everything we did. It was very impressive. There was no bed, as I had imagined there would be, but the room had very soft, thick carpeting, so it would be comfortable. There was a table with bottles of water, and bottles of lubricant on it. We would need that by the end of the night, I was certain. Jay had suggested before coming to the house, that Melanie and I use enemas to clean out ourselves. I didn’t really like anal sex and hadn’t planned on it, but Melanie and I followed his directions anyway. There really was no telling how far things would go.

The men were kind of lined up along the walls in the big room, and they started removing their clothing. Oh my god, I was in disbelief as I watched the guys remove their boxers and underwear. All of them had huge cocks and only two of the guys had erections. Their cocks were big even before getting hard ons. All I could think about was that this was going to be painful.

The air conditioning was on maximum, and my nipples were hard from the cold air. Steve told us to get down on the floor on our hands and knees, so that he could take some still shots. He and Jay directed us to play with each other, so we did. Nothing strange to Mel and I anyway, so what the hell. Melanie put her arms around my neck and pulled me in close so that we could kiss. Mel’s an awesome kisser, in my opinion, and she and I got into it pretty heavily right away. My pussy was soaking wet, and it didn’t take Mel long to slide her hand down and start fingering me. I reached out to her, caressing her wonderful breasts. She had the nicest set of tits I had ever seen. I replaced my fingers with my lips, biting and sucking her hard nipples. We were both so turned on, that we practically forgot about the men watching over us! Jay certainly didn’t need to direct us anymore; instinct and passion took us over. I gently pushed Melanie to lie back on the floor, and then with her help, shoved my face into her crotch and began eating her pussy out. She was streaming with juices from all of the excitement, and I was too. Melanie sure put on a show for the boys, taking her hands off of me and then playing with her hair, moaning and groaning loudly, and twisting her body and gyrating her hips.

“Oh God baby, that’s it! Keep going, keep going!” Melanie shouted out towards me.

“Oh my God, that feels so good Susan, don’t ever stop!”

As I’m laying there doggie-style with my face in Mel’s pussy, I realized that the guys were staring at my unobstructed ass and wet pussy. I mean, there was no hiding anything. They could see every inch of me, and surprisingly, it didn’t really bother me. I don’t know if it was the spectacle of everything, or just the alcohol, but I just kept thinking to myself, bring it on boys. Jay was right. I had already forgotten about the cameras.

That’s exactly what happened, rather quickly. Guys started crowding around us, touching us, and that’s when I felt the first cock enter me. A tall, thin guy got behind me, and wiped his cock up and down my pussy lips a few times for moisture, and then pushed forward into me.

“Oh my God!” I thought to myself. I wasn’t quite ready to say things out loud yet, so I just spoke minimally at first. His cock did feel really good inside of my now aching pussy.

“That feels soooooo good!” I told him. I didn’t have to see it to know he had a huge penis, and wasted no time bizimkent escort burying it deep inside of me. I felt his big hands holding onto my ass tightly as he thrust himself into me a thousand times. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me, and I reached between my legs to feel it penetrate me. His giant balls slapped my fingers as I felt him pumping into me. I rubbed my clit a few times, and then slid my hand up my belly, feeling his huge cock moving inside of my body, just below my abs. I was in heaven.

The one named Claude proceeded to lift my head from Mel’s crotch, and then replace her pussy with his cock. He began gently fucking my mouth, and I could taste his precum right away, as it was streaming out of his peehole. I loved the taste, because it is always very sweet. Claude had a very strong smell about him. It wasn’t gross, but it was just different from other men I’d been with. He was Haitian, so this was new to me. I remained positioned on my hands and knees, as I sucked on his cock while the other man continued fucking me.

Steve and Jay were busy moving around us, videotaping every second. They were zooming in closely to my pussy from the top, the bottom, and the back, catching the guy’s huge cock stretching my lips apart. Steve was mostly focusing on Melanie, who by that time had two guys over her face, whom she was sucking one at a time. Other guys were standing over Melanie and jerking their cocks, waiting for their turn. Melanie was moved further away from me, so that Jean-Paul was able to fuck her. He had her ankles, one in each hand, pulled forward, and was fucking her pussy hard. I occasionally caught a glimpse of Jean-Claude assaulting Melanie’s pussy. His balls were slapping against her asshole, making a snapping sound from all of the wetness. I saw the big color contrast difference between his balls and Mel’s asshole. Melanie continually grooms herself, including laser hair removal from around her asshole, and she also had bleaching done to it. It was just black on white, and very sexy to see. I groom myself as well, but she had gone the extra mile having the bleaching done, because she is so into anal sex.

“Fuck me baby, fuck me!” Melanie shouted out again and again.

All I could do was moan and breathe. I had a big cock buried in my throat, and another fucking my pussy hard. Jay zoomed close onto my face, when he heard Claude say he was going to cum. I didn’t want to get sperm all in my hair just yet, because we had a lot of fucking to do, but it was inevitable. Claude pulled his cock from my mouth briefly, and told me to turn over onto my back. Mr. I don’t know your name-big dick pulled his cock from my pussy for a moment, and immediately stuffed himself back inside when I got on my back. My pussy was gapping open from the size of his penis, but only briefly until he filled me again.

It didn’t take me long to have an orgasm. I didn’t even really make a big deal of it. I just panted rapidly a few times, and with the big cock in my pussy, I just let go.

“I’m cumming, you made me cum!” I whispered. I saw stars, and my pussy quivered, but both men continued on like nothing happened. It must be a foreign guy thing. I felt used and I enjoyed it; weird.

Claude was kneeling over my face and resumed stroking his cock, with the head gliding over my lips and tongue. His fluids were running out of the head, creating a glaze on my cheeks. My mouth was wide open, waiting for him to shoot his load. Claude continued his motion, and then finally spoke.

“Yes! Oh yes!” He said, and other words in Creole I didn’t understand. With his penis head riding over my tongue, and him slowly stroking the shaft, Claude squirted his sperm out right into my mouth. The white cream coated my tongue, as he jerked his cock steadily. He kept on pumping his load, some shooting onto my face, but mostly hitting the inside of my cheek, and pooling in the back of my throat. Jay was standing right over us, aiming his lens directly at my face. His was first semen I’d tasted that night, so I figured what the hell; I swallowed his cum—all of it. I finished him off by wrapping my lips around the head and sucking the rest out of his cock. Jay caught every second on video. What a dirty slut I was. Claude liked it. I loved it. People watching the video would too, I was sure. As Claude pulled away from my face, I licked my lips, grabbing any leftover semen he had missed squirting into my mouth. Another man I briefly met, had his cock in his hand, stroking it, taking Claude’s place in my mouth.

Jean-Paul was really pounding Melanie’s pussy. Her screams of pleasure filled the small room when she came. As I turned my head to the side to watch her, I saw as he slammed against her pale skin, sinking his big penis all the way in her pussy, and then tensing up inside of her. I watched his cock twitch and spasm as he shot his sperm deep inside of her body. The muscles below his cock contracted many times, filling her womb with his cum. Steve had moved behind Jean-Paul, so that he could video the two of them as he came inside of her pussy. Jean-Paul finished cumming, and then with Steve taping it all, pulled his cock out of her now stretched out pussy. The moment his cock head popped out from between her lips, his white cum began pouring out and down over her asshole up her back. It was very sexy to watch, and I’m certain Melanie enjoyed the moment. Steve filmed the whole thing.

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Jessie had been moping around the big lonely house all afternoon. There were two hours of beautiful light left on this early July evening. Looking outside just made her feel more trapped and more lonely. Living in Mom’s house was a bitch and getting bitchier. She could still hear her mom’s angry tones from last week. “Again you have disrespected me and devalued my attempts to help you. You came in at three a.m., woke me and the neighbors, messed up the kitchen and left a nude boy asleep with his dick dripping on my white couch.” To keep her free ride, Jessie had to agree not to have her friends visit her and to stay home for two weeks and help around the house. She felt like a little kid being punished. She was twenty-six now and grounded. Life shouldn’t be like this.

Two months ago Jessie had to return home to live with mom again. This was the fourth time. First she flunked out of college for not studying; twice she ran out of money; now her sugar daddy had sent her packing. She still did understand why “Daddy” had been so mad. What was the problem, just because she was making it with a guy her own age when he came home? After all she took care of him. And sure he was good to her, made her cum several times each night and paid the bills. But she wanted to party, to experience it all. She was spoiled, demanding and drop-dead gorgeous. If only she could find someone fun who would pay the tab and not be so possessive.

Jessie was deep into feeling sorry for her self when she heard and ignored the doorbell. A very young familiar voice was talking to her mom, “Mrs. Wilson, can Jessie go to the playground and play.” It was eight-year-old Tommy Busby from three doors down. Jessie had baby sat for him two years ago when she was destitute, living at home the last time.

Her mom was patiently explaining to Jessie’s little admirer, “She is a little old for the playground now Tommy. I don’t think she would want to go.”

“Oh, please. Please, Mrs. Wilson ask her. She liked going with me before when she used to baby sit for me when I was little.”

Her mom was surprised when Jessie agreed to take Tommy to the playground. As she watched the two walk away, she realized Jessie would do anything to get out of the house for a few hours, even if she had to sit and watch an eight-year old boy play on all the playground toys.

Tommy took Jessie’s hand like he had a crush on her and led her to the near deserted, heavily treed playground two blocks away. When they got within a hundred yards of the teeter-totters, Tommy pulled away and began running toward a tall figure sitting in the middle of the first one. She kept walking. This was her turf. She grew up here. She was safe. Her beauty had intimidated all the local boys. She probably dated less than the average looking girls during her eleventh and twelfth grades.

The tall figure handed Tommy something and Tommy ran on through the playground and disappeared out the other side away from Jessie. As she approached she recognized her well-endowed, satisfying date with the dripping cock from a few nights ago.

“What was that all about, Brian? Where did Tommy go?”

“He’s my kid brother. I paid him to go get you out of jail and then get lost.” He reached down into a cooler and handed her a bottle of her favorite wine cooler. “You were lots of fun the other night. Did you mean all that you said about partying or was it all talk.”

“Oh, I meant every word. But were could anyone find that kind of action in this one horse town. There are no parties here. There are no fun loving twenties except you and me. They all had the sense to split and stay split.”

“You are wrong. There are lots of us here.”

“Bullshit. Prove it. I bet you don’t know two more guys our age in this town.”

“What do you bet?”

“You call it.”

“The other night, before we had sex, you said you were so horny that you could take on a baseball team. That’s nine guys. Did you ever do anything like that?”

“Not nine. But I did three. I would like to take on nine. Nine might be enough to satisfy me.”

“You saying, I didn’t?”

“You were good but I could have handled more.”

“All right here is the deal. I got you out of the house for a while. Tonight I challenge you to prove what you say. There are nine pieces of equipment on this playground. I’ll get a different twenty to thirty year old guy to have sex with you on each piece before ten tonight. You have to satisfy them all, even if some come back for a second piece of you. You will definitely get satisfied. I’ll be the hero of all time in this town for getting someone as beautiful as you to fuck my friends silly.”

“If I remotely thought you could pull this off, I might consider it.”

Brian raised his left hand over his head. Jessie saw a young man clad only in a white t-shirt and jeans walk out from behind a tree and sit down in a swing. Another big muscular man in only sweat shorts walked out and did two chin-ups on the horizontal bar. Two incirli escort more, one to the spring rocky horse, the other to the monkey bars.

Jessie was breathing hard. Brian pushed his right hand up her skirt, slipped beside her panty’s leg and pushed his index finger into her now slightly wet pussy. He finger fucked her slowly. The panties rolled around her nether lips and were uncomfortable. She recoiled.

“Including me, that is five. You backing out?”

Half in fear, half in lust she heard herself answer in a strange husky voice, “I’m not backing out. Where are the other four?”

“Take your panties off and I’ll show you.” Brian pulled his hand away. She could smell her need as she watched him take his finger to his nose and lips and lick away her juices. When her panties were free from her feet, lying on the ground, Brian reached forward and pushed two fingers into her this time. He found her g-spot, pressed firmly and began to rub her slippery clit with his thumb. His other arm had been raised all this time. Now he lowered it.

Two lean identical men with swimmers’ bodies walked together and leaned against the slide at the children’s play village. This is what she always fantasized about. She was breathing hard, pushing her cunt into his hand, grabbing for his fingers to make them go faster. His hand was wet. Another swimmer. This one at least 6’6″ and black came from the bushes. He walked behind her, reached around and put a big hand on each of her breasts and thrust his hips forward. She felt and obvious joke press along the crease of her ass. It felt good. It delayed her climax. She reached her hand behind and slipped it between them. The first doubts ran through her. It felt like two beer cans stacked end to end. Warm, throbbing but not hard yet. She could feel his strength and his need. He was big and strong enough to take anything he wanted. What she felt was no joke.

Lastly a short, thin young man came out of the trees and sat on the uneven stools. They looked like tree stumps. She recognized him. He was the football team’s equipment manager. Even his head was shaved. He looked too clean and too manicured. He sat with folded arms and looked straight into her eyes. She looked back, unimpressed. His tongue slowly slipped from between his lips until it lay on the bridge of his nose. She came in Brian’s fingers.

Her knees almost buckled but she heard him say, “You start with the little rocking horses on springs.” The black man pulled her sundress over her head. She was nude. The wetness between her legs was suddenly cold in the twilight air.

The little equipment manager came to her, pulled her down to his face and kissed her. She felt his tongue slip between her lips and lick the back of her throat. He pulled away and whispered, “First time through we will all wear condoms if we fuck you. That way we won’t have to taste each other’s cum when we eat you. Second time through you will be dripping from every hole and your body will be covered with our cum.” Almost in a trance she let him guide her to the nude man slowly rocking on the horse.

“Step across cowgirl and sit on my saddle horn. Lean back onto the horse’s neck and let’s enjoy a slow ride.” He didn’t help. The little horse creaked as she lowered her pussy and felt his dick open her and slip easily in. Her wedge shaped seat forced his pubic bone tightly into her clit. His cock was average in every way but perfect for this ride. Its slight upward curve caused the head to rake across her spot on both the forward and back rock of the horse. The horse’s spring complained in steady slow rhythm. Her eyes were closing on their own and rolling back when she felt an uncircumcised long cock being pressed into each of her hands. The twins were truly identical. Even their movements, caressing her breasts and thrusting into her fists were alike. Their cocks hardened, stood and throbbed alike. They bent down in unison and whispered in to her ears like one, “Later, Jerry will fuck you deep and push at your cervix while Terry will slide all the way up your ass. You will feel our cocks rubbing together inside you while you cum and cum trying to decide which of us is which.”

Jessie could feel her cowboy jerk and respond to the twins’ words. He was cuming. She came with him, not wanting the pressure on her special spot to ever end. He did not want anyone else to know so he kept rocking hoping to empty his balls into her again. She wanted to keep riding too but her body had told the others. They were pulling her off. Her pussy tried to hold on to her prize but it slipped from her pulling the condom almost off. It lay flopped over like a joker’s hat and bobbed around on the still wanting cock.

Her cunt was taking over her mind now, screaming for more. More cock and now. It contracted and would not stop its demands. Her memory was confused. Her face was pushed up the slide and a cock slipped into her mouth. Her breast stopped against çengelköy escort the cold polished steel on the edge of the slide. She prided herself in being able to deep throat a cock and let this one bury itself to its base. Before she could pull out for air. Another interested cock head explored her pussy’s slit and found its way inside. The shaft was bigger than her cowboy’s but it had no trouble stretching her and lodging deep. Instinctively, she reached between her legs to massage the loose swinging balls and rub her own clit.

Her blowjob skills were good. She finished one dick and another took its place. That one was anxious and blew its rubber-covered treasure quickly. She felt the sack tighten in hand. She thought, “Oh, not yet, I’m not ready” but it finished anyway.

She heard the higher voice of the manager say, “Stretch her out for me.” She was picked up and laid face up on the cold slide with her legs held apart off the ground. His players could serve too. His lips closed on her clit, sucked and let go. He slipped lower, licked at her asshole, trailed upward and slipped his tongue as deep into her as some cocks she had known. It was like a snake inside licking every inch as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on her slippery pearl. She started to cum almost immediately. “Hold her arms out too, don’t let her push me away.”

She rode to the top of her orgasm and started to cum down. A finger slipped up her ass and pushed her high again. He was sucking her harder now. She felt his small hand slip three then four fingers into her and curl on her inside wall toward her clit. Jessie felt full and thought she wanted to pee; she struggled and rode the new strange feelings. This wasn’t her clit wanting to cum. This wasn’t her cuming on a cock. Her entire body was going to cum. It had never done that.

She could not complain or fight. Eight big strong arms held her spread to be assaulted by this wiggling serpent. Her belly tightened and tried to push her womb out so more of it could be licked and kissed. The serpent pushed at the dimple in her cervix. It felt good and was uncomfortable, so her insides retreated. Again the spasm came, again her insides pushed, again her dimple was tickled and again everything retreated. The pressure from his fingers was relentless and so very good. She really had to pee now. But a different pee.

When the contraction in her belly came again it came in ripples. Her legs trembled and her cunt contracted pushing an ounce of fluid out to distract the serpent. The licking did not stop and neither did her orgasm or her need to pee. Her stomach muscles cramped this time and she spurted like a hose. She could hear cheering but that did not matter. Staying on top of this wave forever was all she wanted.

She rode as long as her body would take it. Jessie almost screamed “NO, Don’t stop” to her body when she went limp all over. She had almost passed out from lack of oxygen. Her cunt was in full spasm. She could feel it pulsing all on it own.

The tall black man said, “Bring her to me now.”

She barely could understand what was happening as she was carried in the sitting position to the tree stumps where the very tall man sat leaning back on his hands. One of the other men must have taken hold of the black cock and lined it up in her slit. She was lowered down. Her thought was, “This is no big deal” as the ten-inch tool slipped in about four inches. She was soaking wet, slippery and well fucked. Still it lodged. She had to stretch wider. Her cunt was still in spasm and wanted to be filled. It chewed the black shaft, urging the man to fuck upward into her.

Her carriers lowered her instead. It hurt but she wanted more. It was her voice she heard giving orders, “Yes, do it. Work that cock into me. Stretch me. Make me take it all. Lower me. I want it in me. Do it.” She did not get her wish. They knew five more driving inches in at once could damage her. Her body was worked back and forth and in circles. The only place their bodies touched was where the mighty dick reached into her. Three more inches went in. She was begging to cum again. She had lost count of her climaxes. Maybe it was just one continuous one now. Her body groaned in appreciation when the strong hands dropped her, impaling her with the last two inches. She had all ten inches twitching inside her. She looked down and could see the cock’s head pressing out above her belly button.

Without any effort the big man wrapped his arms around her, lifted her, turned, knelt and laid her down on the rubber bark chips. His thrusts were hurtful and delightful. Jessie’s body was cycling from wave to wave of pleasure. Any way she moved there was a man and she could touch cock. She was filled like never before. The air was filled with the wonderful smell of lusty men.

She had defeated her giant; his face contorted and he was emptying his balls. The twins moved to her to make their promise good. As Jessie felt escort bayan beyoğlu the mighty black cock soften, she felt a long cock begin to work into her asshole. Only fingers had been there before but objection was out of the question. She was pulled back so all her weight reclined and settled on the new dick. There was no pain, just intense fullness as she was deeply skewered by the thin shaft. The other twin moved between their legs, knelt and pushed his cock into her stretched, well-fucked cunt.

Jessie could feel the two cocks rubbing their heads together inside her. They were only separated by a thin membrane. The dicks explored deeply every tiny spot inside her and then returned to rub together and tell what they had found. Some how the twins sat up and she slid down. She felt suspended by the two cocks. The pressure pushing into her clit and stretching up on her ass and pussy was intense. They worked in unison as they thrust into her. If she pulled away from one, to ease the stretching, she was stretched even more by the other shaft. The slight pains were driving her crazy. She wanted them to rip into her and take her to new heights, but all she got was the maddening slow thrusts and stretching.

She was getting loud now, demanding to cum harder. She felt two men kneel and begin to rub their cocks on her feet. She felt two more dicks slip themselves into her hands. She opened her mouth to scream in pleasure but a new short thick cock filled her mouth. It was wet and covered with pre-cum. There was no condom.

Her body was screaming now. Cuming and wanting to stop and not to stop. Her womb was squirting again. She could feel heat all around her and pre-cum coating her hands, feet and tongue. The cock in her mouth was growing and arching into her. She needed more sensation. Some angel knew. Her hair was pulled, both her nipples were twisted cruelly and cum flowed over her taste buds. Her body found its long sought, flowing release. Jessie’s body was soaring in pure pleasure.

She knew she was about to loose consciousness and struggled to hang on. Her mind pushed out a single stream of thought before she fainted. “Jessie, you have survived round one. The merry-go-round, the parallel bars, the swings, the sand box, the benches haven’t been used yet. Our cocks will be more difficult to satisfy in round two.”

Jessie was resisting waking up. She knew she was being moved but did not care. The cold steal bars were a shock to her senses. She was six feet off the ground looking down from the monkey bars and could feel the weight of her breast dangling through the slats. The big horizontal bars ran down each side of her body and across her widely spread thighs. The muscular man was climbing up the ladder’s rungs, getting high enough so he could fuck her. Below her she could see her following choosing what they wanted to do. Two reached for breasts, one pulled at the lips of her pussy, one rubbed and kissed a dangling foot. The others watched between her legs as she opened to receive a cock into her body once again. Round two had started.

The bars were uncomfortable at first but the appreciative hands and pumping cock were making her forget that. Her pussy lips were being pulled and wrapped around the thrusting penis. The experiment must have shown promise. The hands moved from her lips, wrapped around her entire vulva and tightened enough to give more friction to the shaft inside her and force it to drag along her clit with every movement. Jessie’s nipples were long and stiff. They were being pulled and squeezed like a cow’s teats would be milked. She was totally venerable to what ever the hands, cocks and eyes wanted. She was almost there when she felt cum spewing into her and reducing the friction of the thrusts. The cock pulled out of her, leaving her open and cold. The hands holding her pussy tight let go and those two suitors changed places. The new hands choked her tight and the new cock pushed hard sliding over her clit, opening her and then pumping another load of cum into her. This time the friction was too much. The slap to her ass stung just as she started to cum. She wanted more, “Yes, spank my ass and fuck me.”

She wanted this game to continue but her men had other equipment to try. She was carried to the swings. Two were twisted half around and a wide board was placed between the seats. She was laid on her back and there was a ring of hard cocks all around. One man took her ankles in his hands spread her wide and slipped into her. His thrusts pushed the swing away slightly and he pulled her back. When her thrust too hard and slipped out, teamwork was required. A second man moved to her head and pushed his cock into her mouth offering himself as resistance to his thrusting buddy. Jessie was rocked back and forth between two hard cocks. Before they came the circle rotated and two other cocks entered her. This time she saw her self as an animal roasting over a fire, a spit run through her body holding her in place.

The circle continued to rotate. Some of the men came. Her pussy held what it could and her throat swallowed what it could. Her pussy was in heaven. Her mouth was a little sore. At least four times around the circle rotated. Thirty-six cocks of all sizes went into her cunt and mouth. She had cum many times but was in frenzy now she wanted what all women want, “More.”

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Jamie, Yvonne, Sarah, and David, Ch. 02

Erotic outtakes from another story. New hope?

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From Chapter 01:

I looked at my ex-wife (soon to be, anyway) as she stood. We looked at each other for several seconds, then she slowly approached me to put her arms around me. I pushed her back, but relented just enough to let her cry on my shoulder, and I allowed her a platonic pat or two on the back, as she shook from her sobbing.

I have lost all feelings for Sarah!

She was nothing to me now!

Chapter 02:

“Jamie, I am so sorry! I’m so sorry!” she said it like she meant it. I said nothing. Just released my hold on her, turned and continued with my work.

Then she wanted me to take her to bed, and hold her for a little while, But I said no! Still crying, she turned to slowly trudge up to the bedroom alone, and I eventually settled on the couch. Sherri joined her for a while trying to console her, and then went home. Sarah came down in the morning and asked me to join her before Kim brought the children home. I did, but stayed over on my side.

~ ~ ~

I called Yvonne and made a date with her for tonight. Sarah was not happy with that, but her desire to be with David again, had over-ridded all her decision-making where I am concerned. In other words; I didn’t give a shit!

I took Yvonne out to dinner, at a very nice restaurant, since I wanted to do something special for this very sweet, and very pretty woman. I told her in detail, what Sarah and I talked about, and what we decided to do.

“Jamie, your marriage is so over; you do know that don’t you?”

“Yes, Sarah has very efficiently ended that! But what am I going to do? I would prefer to know, rather and have her sneaking around.”

“Jamie, I would be anything you want me to be for you, because I have come to care for you deeply. But I don’t want to be anyone’s rebound, I have a better self-image than that, and I do have options with other men!” She lowered her pretty brown eyes, then raised them slowly and said in a soft voice,

“Jamie, I would be good for you; you know that!”

“Yvonne, you are the sweetest women I know. I am sure my marriage is toast, and you would be an excellent choice for anyone to be with. You are intelligent, sweet, caring, and very pretty. But I don’t see myself starting over with anyone else. I made my decision when I married Sarah, so that is really it for me if she doesn’t stay with me! You have to know where I stand with this!”

We talked for a long time over our fine meal and a good wine, trying to figure out what I should do now. Nothing new, but I have a very pretty ally, and someone who would make herself available for whatever I needed from her; from a shoulder to cry on to … sex.

“Jamie, I don’t suppose we can get together tonight, huh?”

“No, baby! Not tonight!”

I took Yvonne home, kissed her very sweetly goodnight, and returned home early since the children were there with Sarah. I came in, and Sarah was dressed in a very pretty dress and made up nicely. She looked amazing, and I felt compelled to slide my arms around her. She smelled so nice. She whispered to me,

“I wanted to look nice for you Jamie! I still love you, you know, and probably always will!” Then she looked up at me and said,

“I thought over everything we said, and you are right. I couldn’t believe how cruel and clueless I was! I um, might want to take some of that back. Please don’t shut me out darling, can’t we talk about this some more?”

She kissed me as I still held her off a little, and eight-year-old Claire giggled, but three-year-old Todd just covered his eyes like he does. We laughed at the antics of our children, and I asked them if they wanted to see Auntie Sherri, and they both squealed with delight.

I called my pretty neighbor, and asked her if she would watch the kids for a while, that I wanted to take Sarah out. I decided that as much as I hated what she was doing, I really didn’t hate her. And I wanted to show her that I am worth reconsidering.

Sarah had a confused look on her face after my call to Sherri, so I said,

“You look so lovely tonight I want to take you out and show you off. Just you and me. Might be our last time! But this one is a husband and wife date!”

“Oh, Jamie, I don’t deserve you!”

“I know that honey! I know you don’t!” I replied evenly.

“Touché!” she said quietly.

I took my pretty wife out to a nice Downtown Jazz club for music, drinks and a light dinner. I like jazz, and this club is more subdued than the usual ‘meat markets’ we go to. She absolutely sparkled tonight, and was proud to be with her. When she turned her head, and her wavy-curls flounced, caught the light, my heart skipped a beat.

They had a small dance floor; I took her out on it and we had a wonderful time swinging to the music. In between, we just listened to the various artists. The small orchestra, some individual artists, and the small combos were eyüpsultan escort all great. I love jazz, and was making Sarah a fan as well. I felt a little sad, thinking that I was really out tonight with someone else’s woman.

Sarah, that pretty girl I fell in love with at first sight years ago in that little pub, now belonged to another man. In her own words, “…he owned my sweet ass!” and, “…he still owns me … maybe even more than Jamie does!” were still ringing in my ears.

It sounds ridiculous I guess, given her wanting to belong to him, but I was going to try to take back ownership of her!

She smiled at me and said, “Thank you for tonight, darling! This is so perfect, and I feel very pretty being out with you … dressed like this. You really know how to treat a woman!”

I tried to be brave, and said to her, “I feel proud being out with you Sarah. And you are not only pretty … you are dazzling! You have always blown me away—even in blue jeans and a sweater. Sarah, you are a stunner!” I decided to keep the self-pitying bullshit to myself tonight and just be out with my wife.

She giggled and said, “Flattery will get you … (and in a lower voice close to my ear) some pussy!” I laughed, and then so did she. Then with another thought, she asked,

“Jamie, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but what did you do this afternoon when you left?”

“I can tell you that! I called Yvonne, and took her out to a restaurant to talk to her. We just talked about the things you and I said. Then I took her home. That’s all! Yvonne is a friend!”

“Oh!” She said with a smile.

“Sarah, I only want to concentrate on being out with my very pretty wife tonight, so let’s not worry about anything … or anyone else.”

“That sound so nice, honey!” Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Just want you to know that my panties are wet!” I laughed,

“Nice to know that I can still get to you honey!” I said with a wry half-smile.

“Mmm, you can Jamie!”

We went to another club, and then to a great après-theater restaurant, for a midnight bite, over a couple of glasses of wine. Sarah loved having someone to take her out and show her off all dressed up … we returned home late.

We found Sherri asleep on the couch, and Sarah left to check on the kids, and tuck them in. I approached Sherri, and she was lying on her back with her arms up over her head, exposing the bottom cleavage of her firm breasts under her halter top.

I carefully uncovered her breasts, and kissed each nipple. She was fast asleep, but she moaned when I kissed her breasts. I moved up and kissed her on the lips, and her eyes fluttered opened. She smiled and said in a sleepy-sexy voice,

“Mmm, Jamie, what a wonderful way to wake up!”

“Hello, baby. We’re home, but you can stay if you wish. Give Sarah and me an hour or so, and you may join us!”

Sarah was back, and heard my offer to Sherri and said,

“Yes darling, please stay! Make it two hours though!”

She was rubbing her eyes when she noticed that her breasts were uncovered, she pulled her top down, and looked up at me accusingly,

“Jamie, you are incorrigible!!! What are you … twelve???” Then her frown turned into a giggle as she gripped her breasts with her hands massaging them slightly. Sarah just looked at me and just said, “Jamie!”

I reached down and kissed Sherri goodnight. We turned the light out, Sarah grabbed a light throw, and covered her. Then she kissed Sherri sweetly on the lips and whispered to her,

“Come in later darling!”

I took Sarah into the bedroom, and I slowly undressed her, taking her dress off, and then her bra and panties. I undressed her a little at a time, and kissed each body part as it came into view, until she was naked. I stood back and looked at her, I gulped, genuinely impressed by the vision in front of me,

“My God, Sarah! You are so lovely!”

She was too! She has a shapely petite figure, and nice firm, round breasts with puffy nipples. Her hair is a wavy/curly light brown lightly, and she has light brown eyes that sparkle when she smiles—like she is doing now. She blushed and smiled bashfully, lowered her eyes and then she shuddered slightly as she slowly raised them. She walked over to me and helped me out of my clothes. I laid her on the bed. She put her arms up over her head, and opened her legs.

“Come in with me! I want you Jamie!”

Her callousness and heartbreaking treatment of me earlier evaporated as I beheld her beauty, lying there waiting for me—wanting me. She slid her hands over her body, from breasts to stomach, and down between her legs as she opened them for me. Her smile was enticing! I really wanted Sarah tonight!

She raised her arms over her head as I slid in next to her, kissed her sweetly, gently on the lips. Then I worked my way down her body, I kissed her lovely arm pits, her neck, her breasts sucking cihangir escort each nipple into my lips in turn, then down to her stomach, and finally over her mons and onto her pretty, moist cunt.

She has a very pretty smooth pussy, and I took in the lovely sight of her. Her natural aromas were driving me wild, and could feel her soft moist skin on my lips with her delicious taste on my tongue! I heard her softly moan as she reacted to my touches. I opened her pussy lips with my fingers and tasted her fleshy inside lips. It was like enjoying the sweet nectar of a rare pink flower.

She shuddered when I sucked her clit into my lips, and tickled the tip of it with my tongue. I could hear her breathing heavily as I touched her. I moved down and licked between the bottoms of her buttocks, something I know drives her crazy! And she continued to shudder out of control from my attentions, and she moaned loudly.

“Oh … my God, … Jam … Jamie! That … feels so … f-f’ing good, baby!” she moaned breathlessly.

I moved up between her legs, and I felt much harder tonight than I had been for a while, and when I slid into her moist and fleshy warmth, she shook wildly in a violent series of shudders. I kissed her passionately, as I started to stroke it into her.

“Mmm, baby! You feel so good to me! I love being inside you honey!” I whispered as I slid in and out of her supple and responsive little body. I am not as vocal as Sarah is during sex, but try to offer something to the general mood.

She was delirious as she moaned and pushed her pretty ass up to meet my thrusts. She recovered a little from her first orgasm as we made love slowly … lovingly … urgently. I could feel her becoming increasingly aroused again as I pulled her buttocks in to get inside her deeper. She was moaning,

“Oh, Jamie! I love … the way you … you use … that lovely … lovely cock of … of yours. Oh God … Jam …. Jamie, oh yes honey … mmm, like that!”

I started stroking her faster allowing her ardor to build, edging her a little when she got close pushing up against me. I could feel her coming, and I changed my angle inside her to increase the friction and to hit her special spots inside. She screamed into a strong orgasm just at I released, spurting and coming deep inside her.

I kept stroking her through her many shudders, moans, squeals, and quakes. “Oh shit! Oh Shit! Oh Shit, honey. God, it feels sooo f’ing, f’ing good!” she was moaning breathlessly.

We lay together, and kissed, and touched, and talked quietly about our lovemaking; what she liked, what I liked. I always listen to the lady about that, and give her what she likes. We were lying together quietly, when we felt a very giggly someone creep into our bed with us.

Sherri, slid in between us, begging for attention. Her warm naked bod felt so good as I put my arms around her, and onto her taut warm stomach and kissed her on the neck as she pushed her mouth into Sarah’s. I got out, and let Sarah have her as the two girls played with each other, kissing and scissoring, rubbing their mounds, and pussies together with lots of moans and grunts, until they both shuddered into nice little finishes.

I love watching the girls play! They continued on as they teased, and tickled, and laughed together. But I was tired after the trying day and fell asleep. The girls woke me before morning to dress in case the children came running into the bedroom as they often do.

~ ~ ~

Just after the next weekend, Sarah came to me and said, “Jamie, I need a night out tomorrow night (Tuesday), can you watch the kids?”

I just stared at her, that she needed to do this after several nights of sweet and loving sex for us! She couldn’t possibly miss my sad expression as I said,

“Sarah, I have to say that I am very disappointed. I thought we were doing so well the past several days.”

What could I really do, but to let her go. I lowered my eyes and my voice, not looking at her and said to her without any emotion,

“You will have to allow me some time away on Friday night, all night!”

“Jamie, why do you have to do that? Is it revenge?” She said. I ignored her questions and continued,

“I would like to have Sherri with me when you are out, to help with the kids, and … to keep me away from … sharp objects!”

I am not suicidal of course, but was sad that she needed this after our times together, and that magical night out dining and dancing. I just threw that in to get her to show some feeling toward me. Then she said matter-of-factly, like my disappointment meant nothing to her,

“Alright Jamie, I will call Sherri for you.” She thought for a few seconds and said, “Yes Jamie, we have had some amazing lovemaking lately! But please let me do what you have already insisted that I can do!” then with an afterthought,

“And Jamie … please do stay away from sharp objects!”

“Whatever! Call Sherri!”

I feriköy escort said without emotion as I turned my back to her even before I finished. I was already deep into self-pity mode again. I was thinking as my back was to her,

“My God! How many times do I have to win this girl???”

I kept away from Sarah from then to Tuesday night. I slept downstairs, giving her the bedroom. I was so dejected, after all the loving moments we have had recently. I felt compelled to know what goes on between them, and decided to ask Sherri to spill the details again … I knew that Sarah would share with her.

I made another date with my eight-year old daughter, Claire, for Saturday afternoon, for lunch, and a shopping spree at the mall. She accepted with lots of giggles and kisses. Todd and I are going to the baseball game on Sunday night with a couple of my buddies—he loves being with my old baseball pals, and they treat him like a little prince!

It has become bitter-sweet being with Claire and Todd these days, knowing what my relationship with them will likely become! Sarah is not as into being with the kids like I am. Todd is too young to do much with, and she and Claire are starting to have typical mother and daughter issues, although she takes her out shopping occasionally.

I was trying hard not to feel sorry for myself, but it was an uphill battle! The woman I love so deeply has rejected the best loving I could possibly give her, and accepted a man who is not worthy of her by the furthest stretch.

In anticipation of Friday night, I wanted to get a companion lined up. If she was going to fuck that asshole again, I was going to find a companion of my own, and I had the perfect revenge candidate. I really didn’t want to involve Yvonne in this mess anymore, she is just too nice a person. I will save our friendship for just some lunch dates here and there.

So, I made another call to someone else, and I listened to the phone ring, and ring, and was about to hang up when I heard her voice saying,

“Hello, Jamie!”

“Hi Janet. Hope all is going well with you honey!”

“Well, some things, yes … other things, no!”

“Janet, how would you like to go out to dinner with me on Friday night?”

“You are asking me out on a date, Jamie? I thought you were deeply immersed in connubial bliss with what’s-her-name!”

“Say yes to Friday night, and I’ll tell you all about it! And her name is Sarah!”

“Yes to Friday night, Jamie! Pick me up at seven! Whatever this is I just have to hear it!”

“You will, Let’s go the Lexington for dinner, and maybe dancing later. Sound okay?”

“Ah, the Lexington! Very high-test honey! Yes, your plan sounds lovely to me. Just a warning though … I may have plans of my own!”

“Mmm, sound interesting, doll!” I said with a slight chuckle then, “Okay Jan, you have a nice evening, and I will see you at seven on Friday.”

Sarah informed me that she had an editor’s conference at work on Thursday until about ten or eleven-o’clock. Since this is a fairly usual occurrence, I knew that her presence there would be easy to check … if I ever thought to do that.

I fretted all night on Tuesday with Sarah out on her date with asshole-face, even with Sherri over for dinner and to help with the kids. Sherri left after the kids were in bed, I guess I wasn’t very good company.

I couldn’t sleep later, I was still awake at three-thirty in the morning when Sarah creeped in quietly, and went directly into the shower. She was in there for a while, so I figured that she had a lot of David’s cum to wash out of her, before coming to bed with me.

She crept to the bed, slid in carefully, and quietly trying not to move the bed or to disturb me. I whispered, “I’m awake … couldn’t sleep!”

“Oh, Jamie! Morning darling!”

“Darling? Me?”

“Yes, you! You are my darling husband, aren’t you?”

“Well, technically I still am your husband!”

“Oh, Jamie! Please! I don’t want to fight with you!”

She was emotional and tearing up for some reason I didn’t understand. Didn’t she just get the sexual experience of her life from her fuck-tard boyfriend? So what could she possibly want from me? I pulled my wife into a loose and hesitant embrace, and just held her as she cried on my chest. I raised her face with tear tracks streaking it. I wanted to kiss her, but was still holding her off.

“Is there something the matter, Sarah?” I was starting to soften and held her a little closer.

“Oh, Jamie! I … I don’t want to talk about it … just hold me!”

Her tears started to melt my heart. That is the normal dynamic between men and women isn’t it? They cry, and our hearts melt!

“Sarah we’ll get through this! I know we will!”

“Oh, Jamie, I so don’t deserve you!”

“I know Sarah! I know you don’t!” I wasn’t teasing … it’s the way I felt!

She tried to laugh through her tears at that, and gave me just a token slug in the shoulder. She took my hand, placed it on her breast, and said,

“Make love to me Jamie! Make love to me slowly, gently; you are so good at that darling!”

Still feeling sorry for myself, and feeling the ignominy of her many recent assaults on my feelings and my manhood, I might have refused her, but I didn’t. I needed her! I needed to make love to my wife!

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I’ve decided to share with all of you the story of my first multiple partner experience. To that end, here it is…

It was just another typical Saturday night in the winter of 1993. I was a college sophomore intent on yet another night cozying up with none other than my corporate finance textbook, diligently studying to maintain my 4 point grade average and dean’s list academic achievement. Unfortunately, despite my commitment to my studies, the mid-semester blahs were beginning to get to me. I kept glancing at the telephone hoping it would ring with an offer to take me away from the all too familiar, boring, study routine I had fallen into.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as though I didn’t have plenty of offers to go out. On the contrary, it seemed as though not a day would go by without another guy bumping into me in the hallowed hallways of the university with an invitation to take me for dinner and a movie or out to a bar for drinks and dancing.

At home in the solitude of my apartment, it was not unusual for me to receive 5 to 10 calls a night with an offer to sweep me off my feet. Usually, though, I just wasn’t interested in spending yet another evening fending off yet another guy wanting to get into my pants. I was committed to my studies and I didn’t want the distraction of casual dating or hassle of a boyfriend.

This night, however, things were somehow different. I was yearning to go out and let loose, but the phone was strangely silent. Here it was, almost 5:00 p.m. and not a single call or offer to be had. Oh well, I guess it was going to be another Saturday night studying in solitude afterall.

After spending the next couple of hours reading dry financial textbooks, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. To heck with studying. I decided to go to the local video store and rent a movie to escape into a world of fantasy where NPV’s and IRR’s had no meaning nor importance.

It was now past 7:00 in the evening and I just threw on a pair jeans to go with the loose fitting sweatshirt is was already wearing. As I was just going to the store and back, I did not worry about putting on a bra. Out the door I ventured.

The video store was only a couple of blocks from my apartment, so I didn’t mind walking in the warm Texas air. Once at the store, I had been looking at the new releases for only a few moments when some guy interrupted me with his movie suggestion. I thanked him for his input, but told him I was doing just fine on my own. At that moment, the voice of my saviour sounded from behind me.

“Jennifer! Hi, I thought that was you.”

Forgetting about the guy who had just attempted to hit on me, I immediately turned around and replied “Susan, hi! Well it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you around.”

It was my old friend Susan, who was just returning a couple of movie rentals. Her and I had met in high school and she was a pretty good friend of mine for three years before we graduated from high school. For whatever reason, we seemed to drift apart over the last couple of years with me having gone on to university while she opted to forgo college instead taking a job as a waitress at one of the finer restaurants in town.

We briefly talked to catch up on the last year or so since we had seen each other when she then asked me to go to a party with her. I no longer really felt like going out, but she pleaded with me saying that there’s this guy that she really wanted to get to know better that was going to be there. Unfortunately she said she didn’t have anyone to go with and she really wanted to go, but didn’t want to go alone.

I was reluctant, citing my state of casual dress, but the poor girl was almost begging, throwing out encouraging comments to the effect that my “haggard” look is like supermodel attractiveness to most people. Although I totally disagreed with her on such point and actually resent such “compliments” for some strange reason, I finally agreed to go with her. We hopped into her car and left together directly from the video store to the party.

We arrived at a small house in one of the older neighborhoods in San Antonio denizköşkler escort a short time later. There looked to be about 20 people in the house and upon entering, I noticed that it looked like there was about 5 guys for every girl!

Without going into all of the details, the party turned out to be pretty beat with most of the people being guys and seemingly mostly highschool seniors at that.

As beat as it was, though, I was feeling pretty good, as Susan had brought a bottle of tequila with her. It’s amazing what a few tequila shots will do for one’s perception of a good time.

Anyway, we had been there for probably around 3 – 4 flirtatious hours and I was getting pretty drunk. Feeling pretty much ready to leave, I had unfortunately lost track of Susan and it turned out she had left the party with the guy that was the object of her desires.

So there I was at a party full of strangers and with no ride home. Already rather drunk, though, it wasn’t too hard for the “host” of the party to convince me not to worry about it and in short order I found myself playing cards and drinking games with 5 guys in the living room. It was now after midnight and the party had pretty much cleared out except for the six of us sitting around playing cards and drinking. I was the only girl left in the place.

The game we were playing had become tiresome and I indicated that I should probably get going. The guys quickly jumped in trying to convince me to stay. One guy then suggested that we play poker. I said I had no money to play poker, but then a different guy suggested we play strip poker instead. I said “Yeah right, only in your dreams.”

Despite my declining, the guys continued to egg me on. We kidded and teased back and forth for a little bit when one of them came out and said that he was horny as hell having been exposed to my protruding nipples all night long and that he’s dying to see my breasts and that he’d give ANYTHING to see them. Rather than just dismiss the idea like I should have, I teased back by asking “Anything?”

Joined by a couple of the other guys now, they were quick to reaffirm in unison that they would indeed give ANYTHING.

I can blame it on the tequila, but most likely it was likely just the little whore in me, but for some reason I replied that I would pull up my sweatshirt and let them see my boobs for one hundred dollars.

Rather than simply dismiss the idea, as I had expected they would, they had a huddle and then pulled out their wallets and came up with one hundred dollars right then and there. I began to try to back out, but then they started to bug me about being just a tease, blah blah blah. Anyway, I decided that I did make the offer, so as a matter of integrity, I agreed to give them their thrill.

They laid out the money on the coffee table and I went to the middle of the living room and began to dance seductively to the blaring music playing on the stereo. Slowly, I lifted my sweatshirt to expose my breasts for all five of them to see.

After a short moment of stunned staring, they began to cheer and yell for me to take it off. The song ended and I pulled my shirt back down. One of the guys then asked how much more to let them touch my breasts? I said they wouldn’t have enough money, but they didn’t let that deter them and they all pulled their wallets back out and managed to come up with $150 dollars more.

I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, obviously not much, but, my trust fund aside, I was a cash strapped college girl and a couple of hundred dollars or more just for showing a few guys my boobs and letting them feel me up a little seemed like an easy and harmless way to make some welcome extra money. At least that’s how it seemed after all of the tequila and beer I had consumed.

After much pleading and begging on the part of the guys, I finally agreed. I then pulled my sweatshirt back up and the first guy walked up to me and began to grab and squeeze my boobs and nipples. Another guy then came up from behind me and began to kiss my neck as alemdağ escort he cupped my breasts.

The next thing I know, a couple more of the guys are up there squeezing my breasts all at once and in no time they had slipped my sweatshirt up over my head and off.

This exhibitionism must have really got me turned on because I was getting right into it and kissing them back. With the guys all over me they guided me down onto the carpeted floor with all of these groping hands continuing to feel me up.

Now lost in the passion of all this attention, I barely even noticed that they had my jeans undone and were trying to slip them off. Well, I guess I noticed, but I didn’t seem to care, as I was just all hot and horny at having all these guys lusting over me and touching me in many of the right places.

My pants were now off and my panties were also being pulled off when I had a moment of hesitation and said “That’s far enough guys.” They didn’t let up, though, and there I was flat on my back having my breasts squeezed and licked, my mouth kissed and tongued and my pussy now vigorously being fingered.

Things had gone much further than I had intended and I again stated that “That was enough.” The weak tone of my voice undermined my desire to stop things, however. Instead, my latent desire to get royally fucked came to the forefront to allay my sensible reservations.

Anyway, it wasn’t long before one of the guys pulled away the guy that was fingering me and then dove in to give me pleasure with his wagging tongue. I was getting so very turned on when the guy quit teasing me with his tongue, removed his pants, and then began to fuck me. All the while, the other guys continued to squeeze, kiss, and lick at my breasts and body.

Well, that one guy really got the ball rolling ’cause now almost everyone else had their clothes off and after the first guy fearlessly blew his wad inside of me, which I must say didn’t take very long at all to happen, another quickly took his place and began to fuck me.

To diverge for just a moment, I wasn’t really concerned with pregnancy ’cause I was faithfully on the pill at the time. Being young and reckless, the STD concern didn’t really enter my mind. I guess being young doesn’t have much to do with that, though, ’cause it really hasn’t entered my mind any of the other times I’ve messed around or whatever. I guess I’m just totally reckless still to this day.

Anyway, things continued and the guys took their turns fucking me. It is at this point that things become foggy. I remember that while I was being fucked, other guys were standing over me stroking their dicks and then aiming their penises at me as they shot their wads onto my naked body. I must have passed out shortly after, though, because the next thing I remember was waking up in a bedroom in the early morning with the sun just beginning to rise.

Beside me on the bed was the “host” guy sleeping to my left and another guy on top of me fucking me. It was very strange, if not surreal, to wake up in unfamiliar surroundings with some guy I didn’t know on top of me fucking me.

To be perfectly honest, I don’t know if I went to the bedroom of my own free will or whether the guys carried me there while I was passed out. Quite frankly I don’t know what happened after the one guy was fucking me with the others stading around jerking off onto me. Everything between then and when I woke up is still great big foggy blank.

I assume that they probably all took turns continuing to fuck me and I don’t know how many times over either. I do know, though, that the guy that was on top of me fucking me when I woke up was NOT one of the five guys from the evening before.

I don’t recall having ever seen him before and I have since just assumed that while I was passed out or whatever, someone must have called this guy and told him that there’s a hot looking, drunken, passed out chick that they’re all fucking and that he should come on over and get in on the action.

Well, this guy seemed startled when he realized that I akbatı escort was actually awake and watching him while he fucked me. All he had to say for himself, though, was “Hi.” Surprisingly, or not, I didn’t resist or make him stop fucking me, as I woke up feeling very aroused with him on top of me, vigorously fucking me. He just carried on without missing a thrust until he blew his wad and cumming inside of me.

When he was done he just rolled over without saying a word. After lying there for a few minutes while I fingered myself to finish the business this stranger had left unfinished, I got out of the bed and went to the washroom. It was only then that I realized I was sooo sore. My legs felt like I had run a marathon or something and I was extremely sore down below from being fucked so many times.

Not only was I really sore, but I was a mess. There was icky, sticky cum all over my body. This would not do, so I jumped into the shower to clean myself off. After I was done cleaning myself up in the bathroom I went out to the living room to try to find my clothes, as there was no evidence of my clothes in the bedroom.

In the living room there was one guy passed out on the couch, but otherwise the place was empty. I couldn’t find my panties (probably one of them kept them as a trophy), but my jeans and sweatshirt were strewn on the living room floor. I put them on and then noticed all of the cash on the coffe table from the night before. I figured what the hell, these guys had all thoroughly fucked me over and did who knows what to me while I was passed out, so I grabbed the money without hesitation and pocketed it.

I then went to the kitchen and called a taxi. Not knowing where I was, I actually had to put the call on hold while I ran out and read the house number. Luckily, the house was on a corner so I could also easily see the street’s name. I then went inside, finished the call, then came back outside to wait on the front step for the taxi to arrive.

While waiting, the host guy came outside and queried “You’re leaving already?”

I told him “Uhhh, I think maybe I had better.”

He then invited be back in for breakfast or whatever. I politely thanked him but declined. He then asked if he could have my phone number so that we could hook up again sometime. I again thanked him, but said that I don’t think so. He said okay, thanked me for coming to the party and making it so memorable, and then he went back inside.

I was so embarrassed I couldn’t believe it. I felt sick to the stomach and not just because I was severly hung over, but out of disgust for what I had done.

Anyway, that’s the story of the infamous university party and that was the first time I had ever been in a group sex situation. It probably took me over a month before I got over the embarrassment of it and could go out in public without fearing being seen by someone that might have been there.

It was probably about a year after that before I again ran into Susan and when I finally did she seemed very aloof and short with me. We didn’t talk about the party, but I later found out from someone else that some of the guys that fucked me had blabbed about it and word got back to Susan by way of the guy she had hooked up with, whom had become her boyfriend.

From what I’m told, they had asked her boyfriend to find out from her the name of the “hooker” she had brought to the party ’cause they wanted to get together with me again. Eventually I had heard through the grapevine that Susan hasn’t been too shy about spreading the gossip of my transgressions and calling me a slut and a whore. Oh well, being called such names was not anything new to me, as it was all very reminiscent of high school

Anyway, I guess that to a certain extent my slutty reputation was “earned” and I really didn’t have anyone to blame but myself. It’s been many years now since that fateful party and I came to terms long ago with the events of that foggy night. When I think about it now, rather than feelings of embarrassment resurfacing, I instead get rather turned on thinking about it.

The night of that party so long ago is not my proudest moment, but what happened happened and there’s nothing I can do about it now. If I could do it all over again I am not so sure that I would have gone to the party, but then if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have this story to tell and I would not have enjoyed the wonderful orgasm I had while writing it.

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Jenn

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I thought that I would share with you some memories from 1960’s Coventry, England.

I was part of a gang of lads all aged over 18 who regularly bullied some of the younger lads; a thing of which I am not particularly proud these days but that was just how it was. One particular lad was known as “Alis” and he came in for some fairly rough treatment.

One day he told us that his mum knew what we had been doing and that she wanted to see us, presumably to tell us off.

One of the other lads, Stanno, said, “Hey, I’ve seen his mum. She’s a Scottish bitch with a nice arse and tits. I wouldn’t mind fucking her.”

“Yeah, I bet she needs a good hard shag,” said another lad.

One day we bunked off and went round to Alis’s house; we knew his dad was at work. We knocked on the door and told her who we were.

” I thought you wouldn’t be brave enough to come along?” she said.

I replied, “We had to come and see you Mrs, because Gez said you were a good looker and he’s right, you are.” She was about five foot four, with darkish brown hair with a bit of grey.

She laughed and replied that her name wasn’t Mrs, it was Isabelle and that we had better come in because the neighbours would wonder what was going on. There were 8 of us and we piled into the new council house on the Ernsford Grange estate.

Isabelle was in her early 40’s. She had on a fairly short skirt – well it was the sixties! – and a loose blouse which was partly undone at the top. She asked us if we wanted a drink and we said, ” Yeah, ok.”

When she sat down her short skirt revealed her tan stocking tops and she knew we could see these.

She replied that we had better say nothing and that her old man would not be happy if he knew. She split 4 bottles of beer between us and then asked us to stop bullying her son.

Stanno replied, “We could, but how about something in exchange?”

She smiled and knowingly asked, “Well, what?”

Kev, another one of the lads said, “Well, like Stanno says, you’ve got a nice arse and tits.”

Isabelle smiled, saying, “You’re cheeky bastards aren’t you? I could tell my old man about this, but I won’t. Its fun having young lads like you think that; so what do you want me to do? Flash my tits, suck your cocks or do you all want to shag me, because if you do, I like it hard you know lads!”

There was another longer silence. I think most of our jaws had hit the ground..

“Oh well,” said Isabelle, “better do something; which one’s Stanno then?”

Stanno replied, “Me, come on then, suck my cock!”

Isabelle commented, “Oooh, I’ll suck your cock alright, but only if you promise to fuck my nice arse; you want to do that don’t you darling? But first lads, I want you to strip me and then ALL of you get your cocks out for me to inspect and suck.”

We virtually ripped Isabelle’s blouse and skirt off revealing her tan stockings, white suspender belt, pink knickers and white bra. I then pulled her knickers off and Ricky unclipped her bra revealing her lovely firm tits, which we guessed were about size 36.

Clib kissed her fully on the mouth and she responded with her tongue, and then made sure we all got a good snog. We grabbed and fondled her tits, pulling at her nipples, which were getting güzelce escort visibly harder. Her pubic bush was, I remember, very tidy, but not clean-shaven as many are today.

Isabelle started sucking all our cocks in turn, by which time we were all very hard and struggling not to come. Her mouth was so hot and her tongue just licked around all our cocks in turn, covering them in her saliva. She didn’t mind us pushing our pricks deep into her mouth, tickling her tonsils and almost fucking her throat.

She said to Stanno, “Right then you wanted to fuck my arse didn’t you; well rub some of this on your cock.”

She produced some Vaseline and Stanno smeared it round his cock. Isabelle in turn spat on his cock and then she bent forward and, almost shouting at Stanno, said, “Come on you bastard, ram that big hard young cock up my arsehole.”

Stanno pushed into her quite roughly, which she seemed to like and started ramming in and out. Meanwhile she continued to suck our cocks as we kissed her and played roughly with her tits.

She was moaning quite loudly as Stanno rammed her; Isabelle was pleading, “Come on then, let someone else have a go, but you sit there”. Stanno pulled out with a slurp and Isabelle then straddled him, taking his cock in her lovely juicy cunt.

She then said, “Now I want one in my arse as well, who’s next?”

There was almost a fight but Clib just beat me to it! He plunged his cock into her lovely firm and rounded 42 year old arsehole and both him and Stanno began ramming in and out much to her obvious pleasure.

Seeing Alis’s mum like this was fantastic. If the poor bugger could have seen and heard his slut mum talking like she was and loving it; her language was disgusting, shouting things like, “Come on you lovely young bastards fuck me, fuck me hard, ram me, I want all your cocks and spunk, you dirty fucking bastards.”

We replied saying things like, ” You dirty fucking whore, you gonna get fucked till you can’t walk, you slut, yeah you Scottish whore. We’re gonna screw the fucking tits off you.”

Clib and Stanno banged her as hard as they could and the other 6 of us fought to get wanked or sucked, or both by her. Clib’s cock slipped out of her arsehole and as he tried to guide it back in he pushed it up her cunt by mistake! She moaned loudly and yelped as her two fuckers rammed her; she screamed out.

“You dirty fuckers! Two up my cunt! If my old man could see that! Go on, ram them up there lads, fuck me like a slut, ram them up so hard I can feel your balls banging me”.

We were obviously not very experienced and soon Stanno gave a groan as he shot his spunk into her, closely followed by Clib. As they withdrew a large stream of spunk ran out of her gaping cunt.

All of us then shoved and jostled to see who was next and at last I got my cock in her, pushing up her lovely hot and juicy cunt. I was not too bothered by Stanno’s and Clib’s spunk running out of her. We rolled on to our sides and then another lad, Kev, pushed his cock up Isabelle’s arsehole.

She sucked on the other two lads’ cocks, and it proved too much for Ricky, as he shot his spunk into her mouth and over her face and hair. She has almost possessed, grabbing büyükçekmece escort and wanking Ricky’s cock till it had spurted its full load over her; she wiped it round her face, smearing her lipstick as well.

I was trying my best to ram her lovely cunt and soon my cock exploded its load into her; it was a fantastic feeling, to shoot my spunk in to this lovely 42-year-old bitch’s cunt. Gez pulled me off and soon took my place; Kev was still going at her arsehole.

Isabelle shouted, screamed and moaned, “Ooohhh arghhh, you lovely bastards, fuck me, fuck me, shag me like a fucking slut, come on I want all the spunk you’ve got.”

Kev eventually gave one last lunge and groaning loudly, said, “Here you are you shag bag, take my spunk up your arse.”

In the meantime another lad, shot his spunk in her eager mouth. Isabelle now had spunk dripping from her cunt and arse, in her hair, over her face. Lipstick was smeared all over her face as well; she looked just what she was, a fantastic dirty fucking slag.

After a while all eight of us had shot our loads in one hole or the other or over her lovely firm body. It was nearly 3.00 in the afternoon as we finished our glasses of beer and Isabelle handed some ciggies around. For a while we fingered her and groped and sucked her lovely tits; one or two of the lads played with a beer bottle in her cunt. She called us “perverted bastards”. We laughed and by this time several of us had got hard again. She was getting a bit worried because her lad would be home around 4.30pm and her old man about 5.00pm.

I was glad I’d got hard again because I wanted to fuck that lovely arsehole and be able to tell Alis that I had screwed his mum up her arse!

Stanno had started screwing her cunt and rolled to one side saying, “Come on Gally, ram her up the arse, its like a velvet glove.”

I didn’t need any encouragement and soon slid my bone hard cock up her well lubbed arse, and started thrusting in and out. In the meantime Isabelle busied herself with Dek and Clib’s cocks, sucking and wanking them furiously. Her arsehole was like a vacuum but so hot and moist; she gripped my pounding prick as I rammed every inch into her right up to my balls. I soon felt my spunk pumping up and then squirting into that lovely 42-year-old arse.

Stanno shouted out, “Gally, pull out! I’m gonna shoot my load up there.”

I pulled out with a slurping sound and my spunk ran out of her reddened arsehole. Stanno rammed straight in furiously; he was ramming her so hard, we all thought his cock was going to come out the other side and nail her to the floorboards!

Isabelle was screaming and gasping and began to orgasm so violently she passed out for a few seconds; coming to, she groaned out, “Oooooh yes, yes you dirty fuckers! That was fantastic. I don’t think I can stand up!”

Dek and Clib by this time were exploding all over her face and into her mouth, their spunk dripping onto her tits as she tried to gobble it all up.

The groaning, heaving and swearing subsided and then there was panic in Isabelle’s voice.

“Fucking hell, it’s nearly half past four. Come on lads you’ve gotta go.”

We busily got dressed and looked at güzelyurt escort Isabelle as she stood up. There was spunk everywhere – in her hair, dripping down her tits, running down her face and chin, as well as running down her legs and stockings from her cunt and arsehole. There were also globs of spunk on the bedclothes.

She busily picked up the bedclothes, wrapping them up in a bundle, saying, “Fuck! I’d better get these in the washing machine before the old man comes home.” She then opened the window and busily removed the beer bottles and fag ends.

She put her housecoat on and showed us to the back door, looking first to see if any neighbours were looking. We quickly crept out, telling her that we would see her again.

She then said something that just amazed us, “Yeah, you bet lads. Bring some more friends next time or your older brothers…………and their mates, if you want?”

Want? Fucking right we would and did. For the next two or three years we gang fucked Isabelle at least once a week. We fucked her in the nearby woods, empty lock up garages, mates’ houses, even a public toilet!

On some occasions the orgies got well out of control. One day in particular when the new estate was being landscaped there was a large gang of workmen nearby. Isabelle had made them drinks, her old man being at work. We turned up with a load of our mates and older brothers etc.

I will never forget the sight of a queue of men and lads down the stairs in Isabelle’s house, because we couldn’t all get in the bedroom! I reckon about 30 or more cocks went up her that day, there was so much spunk flying around she had to make out she had spilled something on the bed, and had to wash the mattress for when her old man got home.

Fuck knows what the neighbours thought? Especially with the sounds coming from the bedroom and the shouts, screaming and moaning.

Her anus in particular took a good battering from all the cocks, and at one point she was tied with her ankles over her head to her wrists and then both wrists and ankles to the bed posts!

Later we met a lad called Geoff who at 25 was older than us and he told us that he knew Isabelle from her previous house in the Willenhall area. He had fucked her several times with his mate and even his dad and his mates! He even told us stories about Isabelle being screwed in the coal sheds by a group of painters and under the railway arches.

Geoff also said that his father had taken photos of the gang fucking, but we never saw them. I wonder where they are?

One night, however, at the local workingmen’s club, my father and his mates took turns dancing with Isabelle thinking that her old man was on night shift. Owing to a break down at the factory he came home early and went to the club. He was not too pleased seeing his wife acting like a slut and pulled her outside. Then a fight followed, with her old man well outnumbered. It stopped very quickly!

We were also nearby and Isabelle was upset, so we grabbed her and groped her in front of her husband. Soon our dads and mates joined in and we virtually stripped her in the alleyway at the back of the club, then we ALL got stuck in and gang fucked every hole she had! Her old man slunk off to the cries, screams and moans of his wife getting the good hard fucking she wanted and deserved.

There are a few more tales to tell but we often wonder what happened to her as we all moved away. She left her old man in 1969. So there we go, what a sex education!

I wonder if anyone else amongst your readers remembers Isabelle in Coventry around 1966 -70?

Cheers

Gally

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