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Back in college, I lived with two fraternity brothers in a house fifteen minutes from campus during my junior and senior years. John was a solid friend since freshman year. We were on the baseball team together and had many of the same interests: sports, women, partying. Adam was a year behind us, played football and while friendly enough, was also a little unreliable. Maybe it was just being away from dorm life for the first time in his life, but he was a little shaky with things like upkeep around the house and paying his rent on time. Adam had a certain charm to him that made it easy to accept his apologies and at the same time made him seemingly irresistible to women. Of course, women may have found him attractive simply because he was: a six foot two inch receiver on the football team with shaggy dark hair, blue eyes and an easy smile.

As was our custom, we usually let friends know to stop by anytime over the weekend to relax. Since the house was traditionally connected to the fraternity, it had been decided to keep one of the four bedrooms “open”. That fourth bedroom was furnished with a couple of twin beds and there were also a couple mattresses in the furnished part of the basement – making it easy to crash if necessary. So, people liked to come over, play ping-pong or Xbox, watch games or movies on the big-screen television and just to more easily party away from the dorms.

One late autumn Friday, after classes had ended and I’d been to the store for “supplies”, Adam came into the kitchen as I was putting things away. He had just come back from practice, grabbed a beer from the fridge and, looking at the two 30 packs of beer and jugs of wine on the counter said: “Dude, what’s up for the weekend.”

“The usual,” I told him. “John and I are in this Madden tournament and you know people will probably be stopping by. Tomorrow, Meg and I are going to see a movie. She wants to see ‘Brokeback Mountain’. I’m arguing for ‘Syriana’, so we’ll see.”

“Good luck winning that one” he said chuckling before chugging his beer.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Well, going over to see this girl in my history class in a few minutes,” he said sheepishly.

“Thought you said that Kelly was coming by tonight,” I said.

Then, with that easy smile of course, Adam said: “She still might. If she does, tell her I just went out, Say I didn’t say anything except that I’d be back in a bit. Keep her entertained. You’ve got plenty of booze; put a movie in, whatever. Cover for me, pleeaase…”

I knew he was going to get laid and I knew we’d cover for him – just like we’d expect him to do the same for John or me if we needed it.

“Okay,” I told him. “You know she’ll try to reach you so don’t answer your phone and maybe call her after a while with some lame excuse.”

He laughed, “Right. Better come up with yet another lame excuse. Maybe if she has enough wine she won’t think much about it…”

With that, he chugged the rest of his beer, pulled on a hoodie and said: “Later, Bro.”

John came home a little while later with another 30 pack. He wanted to take a run. I had worked out earlier, so while he was gone, I filled a cooler full of beers, covered them with ice then moved into the living room with a couple bags of snacks. After John came back and showered, we settled in for a long evening of Madden football At least that’s what we thought it would be. An hour or so after we’d started, we heard the front door open followed by the familiar voice saying “Hi guys. Is anybody home?”

“Hi Kel,” we both said in unison. Two seconds later she was in the living room sitting on the chair across from us as we continued our Xbox game. Sitting there in short shorts and unzipped hoodie with a university logo t-shirt underneath, Kelly was definitely a head-turner. She had dark hair that fell just below her shoulders, brown eyes, long-legs, a perfect ass and tits that were just right for her body – my guess would be 34c’s. She was athletic and a co-captain of the women’s volleyball team. Besides that, she was just a friendly young woman.

“Don’t mind us, we just have to win this game and then we can take a break,” I said to her. “There are some cold beers in the cooler here and we have wine and liquor in the kitchen.”

She smiled and said: “Cool. I didn’t see Adam’s car. Do you guys know where he went?”

John and I shot each other a quick glance then John said: “He, uh, just left a little while ago and didn’t say anything except that he’d be back in a bit. Maybe he went to the video store or something…”

“Hmmm?” was all Kelly said – getting up and heading into the kitchen while taking out her cell phone. John and I looked at each other then shrugged our shoulders and continued our game.

A couple minutes later, Kelly returned but not with wine. Instead, she had a tall glass of her favorite drink – rum and coke. She sat down across from us again – crossing her tantalizing legs as she stared blankly at the television.

“Did you etimesgut escort reach Adam?” I asked.

“No answer,” she said. “I left him a message and texted him to see what’s up. Is there anything going on at the frat house or with the football team?” she asked.

“There’s nothing at the frat house that we know about.” I said. “Football practice was this afternoon and doubt they’d be doing much of anything since there’s a game tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ah,” she said taking another big gulp of her drink which was already nearly finished. “Oh well. Guess I’ll make myself another one of these.”

Half an hour or so later, John and I had finished our Madden competition for the night. Since we’d started, I think we had six or seven beers each and watched Kelly starting to work on her third tall rum and coke. We decided to put a DVD in and were looking through our collection when we heard Kelly’s phone. She answered questioningly then said: “Oh hi”…before walking outside to continue the conversation.

A few minutes later she came in and said it was Adam.

“What’d he say?” I asked.

She told us: “He said Coach Caz called a last minute film session over pizza and they took a break. He had to borrow Jo-Mo’s phone because he said he forgot his. They’ll probably be another hour he thinks. So what are we going to watch?”

John and I had briefly talked about putting a porn movie in, but then decided that she might not be in the mood considering Adam’s a no-show. So we came up with the next best thing. It was a movie that had a lot of sex in it, but wasn’t considered a porn film.

Since it was his movie, John asked: “Have you seen ‘Last Tango in Paris’ with Marlon Brando in it?”

“Hmm, haven’t seen it, but heard it was a little, um, risqué,” Kelly replied.

We laughed and John said: “Yep. There are some of those, er, risqué scenes, but they’re all artistically done.”

We laughed again and then I suggested we take a little toke while watching. We all sat down on the couch. I took a joint out of my shirt pocket, lit it and passed it around. Several minutes later we were all fairly messed up, watching the movie and, from our squirmy movements and breathing, getting horny. Kelly was sitting between us and the sight of her long legs and heaving of her breasts had an effect on my cock. I felt it stirring beneath my gym shorts and actually didn’t care if Kelly noticed. I’m sure John was feeling the same way. He’d often talked about what a “hottie” he thought Kelly was, so considering we’d been drinking, were stoned, and horny, I guess it shouldn’t have been a surprise to see John’s hand land on the inside of Kelly’s right leg – just above the knee. She made no move to remove his hand. Instead, I watched as she put her head back and briefly closed her eyes.

This encouraged me to put my hand on the inside of her other leg, just below where John’s was. Continuing to watch the movie, we each began to move our hand slowly up the inside of Kelly’s thighs to the edge of her shorts then back down again. We repeated this several times, watching the movie, and began to hear Kelly making soft “Mmm” sounds. John then removed his hand and turned slightly towards her so that he could more easily run his hand over Kelly’s t-shirt covered belly to her breasts. No one was watching the movie anymore. Kelly was sitting with her eyes closed and head tilted back, arms outstretched over her head. John took the hint, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Tossing it to the floor, John and I were treated to the sight of Kelly lusciously clad in only a sheer white bra with nipples visibly pressed against the material. John wasted no time running his hand behind her back to unclasp her bra and immediately removed it. Without hesitation we both moved to her tits, each of us cupping one and then taking the exquisite nipple into our mouths.

The thought that Adam could walk in briefly crossed my mind, but hearing Kelly’s soft moans and feeling my cock throbbing under my shorts, I dropped to my knees, easily parting Kelly’s legs a little wider and began to lick the inside of her thighs. I could feel her growing heat as I moved up towards the junction “v” of her shorts. I looked up and saw John massaging each breast from behind the couch. He then bent over and put his mouth over one and then the other. Kelly was squirming when I reached up to unfasten her shorts. She raised her hips to help me slide them over her hips, down her legs to the floor. My cock got a jolt seeing the sheer white panties she wore that matched her bra. Her trimmed dark bush was visible through the material as was a growing wet spot between her legs. I had to taste her was my first thought and once again got to my knees to begin licking my way up her thighs again.

I heard John say: “Mmmm, you are so hot” followed by Kelly’s cell phone going off in her shorts on the floor.

As I know I had hoped, Kelly did not choose to ignore her etlik escort cell phone and allow us to continue on with our seduction efforts. She instead bolted into a sitting position as though awakened from a trance, reached for her cell phone in the pocket of her shorts, and listened to the message. We sat there dumb-founded while she told us what the message was. She said that since he had to be on campus early for game day preparations, Adam wanted to spend the night in the dorms. We watched her pick up her clothes, walk into the bathroom, and five minutes later. was saying good-bye to us. I’m sure she realized we were disappointed, but she was attached to Adam and we understood that. We did as Adam had asked: entertained her. The entertaining might have gone a little farther than intended, but there was no denying how exciting it was.

After Kelly left, John and I just sat there in stunned silence for a few minutes. I hadn’t noticed, but John had apparently removed his shirt while we were moving on her. Since I was still reliving the scenes in my mind, my hardon hadn’t subsided,

The silence was finally broken when John, sitting on the couch said: “Oh man. That was hot.”

“I know,” I murmured.

Another minute or so passed when John stood up from the couch and said: “Fuck, I think I need to jerk off.”

I expected him to go up to his room, but instead, he pulled down his gym shorts, took hold of himself and began stroking. I wasn’t surprised so much at seeing him naked. Being on the baseball team, we all got dressed and took showers together. It was more the boldness of this move that took me by surprise. John is a lean, six foot three inches with brown hair that he always wore short. I knew from observation that his cock was bigger than mine – probably seven inches – and now he stood five feet away from where I sat, half turned towards me, furiously stroking it. Within what seemed like seconds, John roared with pleasure, his cock erupted – spurting ropes of cum that flew and landed on the carpet.

John stood there for about a minute before he finally said: “Oh man that felt good. Sorry but I just couldn’t put it off.” While pulling his shorts back on he said: “Dude, you should do it. Don’t let me stop you. After what we went through with Kelly, you don’t want blue balls.”

I realized that not much time had passed since Kelly left and I was still hard. All it took was a few more words from John. When I heard him say: “Go for it, Bro,” I stood up and slid my shorts down. It was kind of weird yet exciting to know John was watching as I gripped my six inch cock and began to masturbate. The only difference was I heard John encouraging me – saying things like “That’s it” and “Nice” when, shortly after I began stroking, my throbbing cock exploded and sprayed cum all over the carpet.

I had masturbated for girlfriends before. In fact, Meg and I rather enjoyed playing in front of each other. However, after finishing in the living room, I was a little embarrassed at what I’d just done in front of a guy.

I quickly pulled up my shorts and said: “Whew. I’d better go find something to clean the carpet” then disappeared into the kitchen to look for some carpet cleaner.

I knew we had something under the sink. Living in a place that had frequent parties, it was an essential household. I gave myself a few minutes to calm down before I got the vacuum from the hallway closet and returned to the living room. John was just putting his cell phone away when I got back.

“Hey, I just got a text from Jackie. She just got off work and wants to get something to eat. Do you and Meg want to join us?”

I had just finished spraying the carpet cleaner on and said: “Meg’s working late tonight. Think I’ll just make a sandwich and crash. I’m kind of wasted.”

Then John said: “I hear ya, bro. We did have a few beers. I’m still thinking about what happened with Kelly. She is such a hottie. Can’t believe Adam’s two-timing her, but guess he’s going to get even more action tonight.”

“Go figure.” I said. “That kid is going to get in trouble one of these times.”

“Well, better go take a quick shower and get going,” John said before heading upstairs.

After he left I thought about how we could talk about the whole thing with Kelly, but not about what we had done in front of each other. The more I thought about it the more I began to accept that it was a spontaneous reaction to what had been an arousing event. Nevertheless, it seemed to be in the back of my mind the entire weekend. I was tempted to tell Meg about it when we got together the next day. I especially wanted to tell her after we made love Saturday night and we were lying there satiated. Shortly after we had started dating, Meg had confessed that she fooled around with a couple girlfriends in high school and freshman year. When I asked her how she felt about it, she said it was just experimenting – like most young people do. She had asked me if I had ever experimented eve gelen escort and I told her no. I remembered her response was that maybe someday I might. Anyways, I decided not to tell her. It would get complicated coming up with a lie about what had led to it. She was friendly with Kelly, so I thought I’d just better not go there.

Over the next several months, we, of course, saw Adam with Kelly. To my knowledge, Kelly never came over alone though. John said that he talked to her at one of the parties we had at our house. He said that during the conversation he asked her if she ever thought about that night when she was waiting for Adam. Kelly told him not very much and said not to get his hopes up. When he told me this, I asked him if she seemed mad. He said not at all. So it seemed everything that happened that night was a thing of the past until one night in January.

I had come back from Winter break a few days early and was surprised that John had decided to as well. The last I’d heard was that he had hoped to go skiing with Jackie that last weekend. I’d also heard there was a rainy weather forecast for the area, so that may have changed their minds.

“Happy New Year!” I said when I saw him sitting in the living room.

He got up, we hugged and said: “Same to you!”

“What you up to? Not going skiing?” I asked. I noticed there was a cooler on the floor next to the couch, so went over and lifted out a cold one.

“No skiing. Weather’s going to be crappy and Jackie has a cold,” he said. “So I decided to come down early and get a head start on getting banged up.”

I laughed. On the coffee table in front of the couch was an unopened bottle of John’s favorite scotch as well as a stack of DVD’s and Xbox games he’d brought back from home.

“We got to try some of this scotch. It’s a gift from Jackie,” John said. He threw some ice from the cooler into a couple of plastic cups, opened the scotch and splashed a little bit into them. He handed me one and, holding the cup up, said, “To the New Year!”

We toasted and then he told me that a buddy from home had swapped a bunch of DVD’s with him. I sat down on the couch and began to browse through the stack. Towards the bottom were several x-rated movies that got my attention. John noticed and said that his friend was a real ‘porn hound’.

After a bit of catching up, John asked: “Are you going out with Meg tonight?”

“No. She’s coming down tomorrow afternoon. Wants me to come over to help her unload some stuff she’s bringing from home,” I told him.

“Let’s order a pizza and play some Xbox then. I got the new NHL game and it’s outstanding,” John suggested.

So that’s what we did. We drank several beers and sipped more scotch while playing video games. After a couple of hours, John came back from a bathroom break and suggested we check out a movie.

“What you up for? Porn or regular?” he asked.

“It’s your stash, Bro. You make the call,” I told him.

“Okay then. I’m always in a porn mood and my friend says there’s some real hot stuff to check out,” he replied.

He grabbed a DVD from the stack. I caught a glimpse of the box. It was some kind of threesome compilation. After he put the DVD in, John pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket and said one of his other friends had hooked him up with some good weed over the holidays.

He sat down on the couch, lit the joint, and used the remote to start the DVD. Since it was a compilation, it was one hot sex scene after the other either with two men and a woman or two women and a guy. I know I was buzzed and also getting more and more aroused as we watched. I felt constrained by my jeans, but was too shy to rub myself or loosen them. I took a quick glance over at John. A bulge was evident beneath his sweatpants and he had no qualms about rubbing himself.

A few more minutes passed when I felt his hand on my thigh. “You need to loosen these jeans. Bro,” he suggested.

When I didn’t just do that or move away from him, I guess he took it as a positive response. He moved his hand to the fly of my jeans and unfastened them. His hand then reached into my boxers and fished my cock out.

“You should be a little more comfy now,” he said.

I sat there a little stunned but continued to watch the movie. Beside me on the couch, John lifted his hips and slid his sweatpants down.

I tried to relax and not think about what was going on. I told myself to just watch the movie and surprisingly, it worked. I didn’t look over but, from the sound of things, knew that John had begun stroking himself. Gradually, with my focus on the movie and more buzz kicking in, I began to stroke myself. It seemed like a natural thing to do. Not because I wanted to cum right then and there, but because it felt good just to edge my excitement along as each threesome scene played. Thoughts of what nearly happened with Kelly several weeks back also crossed my mind. My reverie was broken when I felt John’s arm against my thigh and his fingers lightly brushing my balls. I didn’t move. John cupped my balls and then after a moment I felt his hand pushing mine away in order to grip and stroke my cock. Just having another person’s hand on my cock, I might have cum right away, but John only left it there a few seconds.

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What had I done? I had arranged for three men to fuck my wife but reality had not turned out like the fantasy. I had not expected her to react as she did, and certainly not to manage the encounter in such a firm fashion. Even worse, I had made the arrangements in the knowledge that they were going away on a long contract and we would not see them again for years. But my darling wife realised they had more than a week to go and had made me ask them back again. And she would surprise me once more.

So on Saturday afternoon they arrived. Unlike the last time she was in a new dress, knee-length and sheer, showing off a figure which is good for her age. The tops of her lovely breasts were visible, and she was wearing full make-up. She greeted each one with a kiss on the lips, and gave them a drink, then sat down opposite so they could appreciate her legs and figure. She asked them about their work and chatted pleasantly.

All four men in the room wondered what was going to happen. Finally, she told us.

“Thank you for coming, gentlemen. I would like something similar to last time, but we will have a half-time break. I have prepared some salad, and sandwiches for tea-time. There will be beer, but please do not get drunk.”

“Oh, yes. Before we start, I would like a few minutes with each of you in private. Let’s start with Dick.”

“Why?” I gasped.

“Use your imagination,” she said in a stage whisper.

“Come on, upstairs, big boy.” She started up the stairs and he followed, as she flipped up her dress to show her gorgeous ass, and the fact that she had stockings and suspenders, but no panties. (I didn’t know she even had a suspender belt.)

A few minutes later he came down with a smug grin on his face, as she called for Harry.

A somewhat longer time later, Harry came down, a bit flushed and smirking with lipstick on his cheek.

Then Tom went up for a considerably longer time, till she called down. “OK, I’m ready, come on up.” So we did.

Her makeup was well smudged and she looked a little flushed. She popped into the bathroom and wiped her face fairly clean, then came back in and slowly undressed, turning around to give a show of her pussy and ass as she removed the stockings and suspenders. Then she gave a twirl.

“Same order as before: Tom, Harry and Dick. Only three players again. There are condoms and jelly on the side. Please put some jelly on, as I was a bit sore last time.” She lay down on the bed like confident queen, her legs apart and her pussy so inviting. She looked so beautiful and I loved her. But I was not going to have her. Three other men were ready. Could I stop it? My erection said no.

I realised that Tom must have already prepared her. With a kiss on the mouth and on the nipples, he slid in, and she smiled. He kissed her neck and whispered things to her as he carefully adjusted his position, then began to fuck. Steady thrusting for a while, then he pulled back and down a little, bringing his face to her breasts, and started humping her clit with his pubic bone. God, he was good!

She was starting to writhe and he changed back to straight pumping as she pulled him to her, then onto the clit again, then back to pumping as he teased her and her desire rose. She was starting to pant as he judged the moment and thrust more vigorously and faster to whatever magic spot he knew. And she was groaning and crying out “Yes, yes, yes!”, and grabbed him so hard her nails dug into her back. That was it, for him, and he was pulsing and thrusting as he shot his load. “You are so beautiful, so beautiful,” he said.

Harry was already by the bed, and was in her almost before she had stopped coming, pumping with desperate lust. “Oh yeah,” she said and lay back with a smile. His technique was simple, but she was already so excited that it was working and she was rising up again. I guess Harry was trying to hold off from his own orgasm, as he slowed down. “No, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!” she gasped and he obliged. He was rewarded as she came incoherently, writhing and turning her head from side to side, her features flushed. And he was pumping seed and trying to get as deep as possible. He çukurambar escort pulled out with a big bag hanging on the end of his condom, as she lay back still with eyes closed.

Dick looked worried. “Is she all right?”

“Yes, yes,” she said. “Get in quick!”

As he pushed his mighty organ slowly in, she grimaced and grunted.

“Oh!”

“Oooh!”

“Fuck yeah!”

He started to move slowly and she said “Wonderful!” which brought a smile to his face, and he settled down to fulfilling her. I could tell she was concentrating as her vagina stretched; then finally she was in the zone, lying back with an angelic smile. It was not long before this changed to grimaces as her excitement rose again with the regular movement of that great piston and she was reaching a climax, panting and making sounds, grabbing him and the bed. Then it was something I had not seen before. I was not sure if it was one orgasm or two as she came then after half a minute came again.

“Impressive,” said Tom, who had come back from cleaning himself up to see Harry’s finish. “Quite a woman you’ve got there.” I had to agree.

Dick could not hold back and was fucking her really hard now. If she was coming or not, I couldn’t tell. Then he was quivering as he ejaculated. He started to withdraw, but she grabbed him and said “Stay,” in a small voice. Then after a minute or so, she relaxed and pushed him away.

We stood in silence for a while. Then in a bright voice she announced “There will now be a one hour refreshment break. Only one beer, please until you have performed again.” I felt a strange mixture of amusement, anger, envy, love and lust.

Dick went to clean himself up, and the others started downstairs. I went hopefully towards my wife, my cock rigid in my pants. “Darling,” I said. “I really need some relief, could…”

“Oh no,” she said quickly. “And don’t do anything yourself. I want you to be hard all the way through. We will see about it at the end. Now go and be a good host. I will be down in a while.”

The guys were talking. I knew what it was about, and why they stopped when I came in, my erection and wet patch painfully obvious. “I see you are enjoying the show,” said Tom.

With beer and sandwiches and small talk, my erection subsided sufficiently for me to be able to go to the toilet for a pee. I was sorely tempted to relieve myself. If I hadn’t asked, then I could have, I thought with annoyance. If I did, then I am sure I would get it up again. Should I? But love, obedience and cowardice said no.

After about half an hour my wife came down in a nightdress and housecoat, helped herself to a sandwich and acted like the hostess of an afternoon tea party, as if nothing had happened, and these three men were just visitors. She asked about the sports they watched and such matters.

It was probably more than half an hour later when she took off her housecoat and walked around, getting close to each of them, asking if they had enough food, and brushing against them with her body. She leaned over so that her breasts were visible while she talked. Then she remarked “Anyone need to use the toilet?” (She is so practical.)

When they had been she walked around again asking “How is it going?” and patting their groins. But I could hardly accuse her of flirting under the circumstances. Finally she said “I think we’re all ready, and Harry certainly is!”

She took off her nightdress and walked proudly nude upstairs, with Harry following and admiring what he saw. Again, I could hardly object to him doing this.

“Now gentlemen, remember the jelly and take your time.”

The guys undressed and she looked with approval. Harry was fully erect and the others were on the way. She walked over and grabbed his cock them walked him over to the bed. I was so envious! She sat him down and offered her lovely boobs to his face. He started sucking on a nipple, and she said “Not so hard,” then stroked his hair. After about five minutes of his paying attention to both, she pushed him gently away, and said in a sexy husky voice “Now fuck me.”

Instead of bending over the bed, she moved demetevler escort away from it and put her hands on her knees facing us, while Harry entered her from behind. Soon he was pumping away, and we could see her boobs swinging, which was mesmerizing. She had a contented look on her face and he was grinning triumphantly at us as he thrust away. He was taking it more slowly this time so as to last longer and both parties seemed contented. However, after about five minutes she said “Stop. I can’t hold this position anymore.” He pulled out and she lay on her back on the bed. He then fucked her in the missionary position for what seemed an age. She didn’t come, but seemed very happy. Finally, he was thrusting and shaking, and she held him tight. “Just exactly how I wanted it,” she said, and he beamed.

She jumped up and bent over the bed to present her beautiful rump to Tom, who of course had got the message, and settled down to a slower and longer session, trying not to overexcite her or himself. When he judged the time was right (how does he do it?), he started his movements to hit her erotic buttons, and she said “Yes please!” Crouching a little, or going on tiptoe, moving a little to one side or the other, he stimulated all parts and she got excited, grabbing the sheets and panting. As he thrust harder, he reached round and fingered her clit as she said “No! Oh! Oh!” and exploded into orgasm. Somehow he controlled himself, holding on to her hips as she shook for quite a long time, then with a few more thrusts he was coming himself and she seemed to orgasm again. They held still for a while. Then she pulled herself forward and he flopped out. “It was only supposed to be fucking, not fingering,” she said in a breathless voice. “But never mind, thanks anyway.” For once he was lost for words.

She lay down on the bed, legs and arms apart and looked at Dick, who knew what to do. This time it did not take long for him to enter. “That’s good!” she said. “Take your time.” And he did, thrusting steadily away for what must have been fifteen minutes. She did not come, but was luxuriating in the motion of that impressive dong until he also came for the second time.

He pulled out and got off the bed. She lay there, legs apart.

“Phew!” she said. “I have been well and truly fucked. That was a great experience, gentlemen. Thank you for your efforts and consideration. No, Harry, I don’t want any more from you. I want to see what my husband can do.”

“What, here?” I said, suddenly embarrassed. “Now?”

Funnily enough, it did not seem right to fuck in front of the people who had been fucking my wife, but I overcame my shyness, and undressed. My erection started to droop. (Wouldn’t you know?)

“In here, quickly,” she said with a smile. I hurried over and flopped it in before it went altogether. The fact that she had been well opened by Dick must have helped.

“Poor darling,” she said. “I do love you.” I started to move slowly and carefully as we kissed and hugged. Things began to be better, and she whispered “Just think of your favourite fantasy, me with three cocks.” Remembering what I had seen, the hardness came back and in less than two minutes as I pumped a load into her. “Well done!” she said, and the guys clapped. (After what was the least impressive fuck of the day. But still I deserved it.)

I pulled out and lay there. She kissed me and got on her hands and knees, so we could all see her pussy, then twitched a little. “Look at that,” she said as my seed dripped from her hole. “My husband’s sperm.” And they clapped again. Somehow I felt proud, despite the fact that my wife was showing her spunk-dripping cunt to other men. Yes, they had fucked, her, but I was the only one allowed to come inside her.

+ – + – + – + – + – + – +

We both slept well that night, and she was pleased to tell me that she was not sore. But after so long in such a sexually charged atmosphere, my libido was worn out, and it took another day to recover. “No problem, darling,” she said. “I have had enough sex for a while, and I am sure you will be back to your randy self soon enough. Probably randier, at least I dikmen escort hope so.”

I asked her how the experience had been, and why she had called them back again.

“Well,” she said, “the second one was mainly to teach you a lesson, but I actually enjoyed it more because I knew what was going to happen. Never mind orgasms, I realised there is satisfaction in simply being fucked a lot. And, yes, three men in one go is about right, six was too much. Three in a row. Yum yum! For the second session I was looking forward to some long fucks, even if I never came. I didn’t expect Tom to use his fingers, but it was well-intentioned, and orgasms are still OK.”

“But you had plenty of orgasms!”

“Yes, of course. I was in an orgy so I was excited. I didn’t say I didn’t want them, I just said I also enjoyed being really thoroughly fucked. Instead of that moment of disappointment when you have finished and I have not, then another cock sliding in immediately was unusual but wonderful. The variety of ways they did it was also very exciting, I can’t deny that. It was also good to have a really big dong for a change, but I guess if I were Dick’s wife I would have got bored. Nice once in a while, but not necessary on a regular basis.”

“By the way, do you want to know why I wanted to speak to them privately?”

“Yes, I did wonder. What were you up to?”

“Well, I only wanted to speak to Dick, but didn’t want to make it obvious. I told them all not to tell the others.”

“What I really wanted was to measure his cock. I borrowed your metric calipers for the diameter. I discovered how nice it could be to be well-filled sometimes, so I am going to buy a dildo of the same size.”

I was flabbergasted. “So you will use it and think of him?”

“No, of course not, though that is what I told him – “in strictest confidence”. He is a very dull man and I don’t like him or his sex technique, so I will definitely not be thinking of him. However, he has a big cock, so I will be thinking how nice it is to have my pussy well filled.”

“And I let him have a quick feel of my boobs and bum, but that’s all.”

“And the others?”

“Well, I do like Harry as a young man, but he could never be my lover. I let him have a good grope and feel of my pussy. It got me a little excited, but only physically.”

“Now for Tom, you know what he is like. I couldn’t love him, but he was as good on foreplay as he is with sex, as I expected. So we sort of made out, as if on a date. I actually let him finger me to an orgasm, so I was really ready to go straight for the fucking.”

I was not entirely reassured and showed it.

“Darling, I really do love you, just you, and would never cheat on you. I promise I will never have sex with another man unless you are there.”

Is that the promise I wanted? If not, it was my own fault.

“So will you be wanting something like this again?”

“Probably not, but to be honest I am not sure. I started with a mixture of anger and curiosity, but now I’m not angry and my curiosity has been satisfied. I haven’t had as much as a kiss with tongues from another man for years, so it has been quite an experience which makes me feel good about myself. I am truly glad I did, and I am sure we will both be looking back on it to get us going.”

“I am also glad that they don’t live around here, and I am sure they will soon be in other relationships. I wouldn’t have done it if they had any other partners. But I can’t promise that I will never fancy something like that again.”

She did as she said she would and went out and bought a large dildo, which she now uses often with her vibrator. “I thought you only liked the real thing?” I asked.

“Ah well, I have learned something. Filling myself up with the dildo and using the vibrator on my clit is something different from either and from fucking. If I’m not having three cocks at a time, I am sure you won’t begrudge me a few more orgasms.” Which was fair enough, really, considering what I had started.

It took a while, but I gradually got over what I suppose was shock, and we have both started to recall the experience together, which does get us excited. Well, there is a lot to talk about. Her using the dildo for orgasms does not make her any less keen on sex with me: in fact we have it more frequently. She says there is a totally different satisfaction for a woman in being fucked which the toys cannot provide. And she should know.

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‘Damn him,’ I thought, angrily stomping out as the door slammed shut behind me. Even on holiday he could find something to moan about, maybe its time I started looking for a new Master! Let me explain, by nature I am a very submissive person, perhaps you might even call me a pacifist, under his tutelage I had become his slave, his slut and his whore.

Whatever his needs it was my duty to pander to them, even to the point of subjugating my own personality. Whenever he wanted something, I had to give it to him, any place and anywhere. He was my Lord and Master, he only had to say the word and I was duty bound to allow my body to be used and abused in any way he wished, and with whomsoever he might wish. Now don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed this usage and abuse of my body.

To look at I am nothing special, five foot nothing, good figure I suppose, certainly a bust that gets me noticed, thirty-six inches, nice and firm, perhaps a little top heavy, suffice to say that if I fell forwards I would have no chance of breaking my nose. Oh, and I never wear a bra. Although I have a rather plain face, I think, what really draws attention is my waist length copper coloured hair, I call it my crowning glory. At twenty-seven, I have had a relatively good life, never having wanted for anything.

My virginity was taken, well to be quite honest I gave it willingly to a forty-one years young uncle, when I was just eighteen and very precocious, at that age I had a good figure, but not too many friends.

The boys at school would hang around me like wasps at a picnic, and sometimes I would even let them feel my breasts, although they were clumsy and fumbling, finesse being way beyond the capacity of their one brain-cell. I had even agreed to give the odd hand job too; fascinated by the way the cream spurted from that little hole at the tip of their cocks.

On these occasions I would go home and lay on my bed stroking my pussy wondering just why I had this compulsion to caress, until one night just before my monthly was due I began to do it even faster and harder. That was when I discovered the joys of masturbation, the elation felt and the satisfaction achieved from this event had been so powerful that the exercise quickly became part of my daily routine.

It was while masturbating that Bert, my uncle, had quietly entered the room to stand watching me. As I came down from my climax I realised he was standing there with his cock in his hand, gently stroking it up and down.

“You left the door open,” he had said, “and I heard noises so came to look, do you want me to leave?” he asked.

I remember feeling my face go red a little, but for no obvious reason blurted out, “NO.” I lay there with my legs bent; spread wide and breasts heaving like a sixteen-year-old slut. “Would you like me to do something with that?” I couldn’t believe I had just said that; Bert was not really my uncle but I called him that, he sorta lodged with me and my mother, although he had his own room I knew that he sometimes got it on with my mum when they thought I was sleeping.

He walked over to me full of confidence; his hard cock still in his hand, but it was soon my hand that held this fat monster, I rubbed it up and down quickly, fascinated by the way the head turned purple just before he exploded all over my breasts. This was great, so much better than those stupid boys at school.

He thanked me, asking if I had enjoyed doing it for him. Telling him yes, as soon as he left the room I started rubbing his cumm into my skin, I had heard that it was good for the complexion. While carrying out this exercise another strange urge had come over me. I had also heard that guys liked their cocks to be sucked, and wondered what it might taste like, so, scooping up a little on the tip of my finger gingerly tasted it, a little salty but otherwise it was okay, so I swallowed some more.

For the next few weeks when my mother had gone out, he would come to my room to watch me masturbate, and then I would make him shoot his cream onto my breasts before scooping it into my mouth when he had gone. I liked the warm feeling it gave me as his hot cumm burst from its single eye to splash onto my soft skin, and sometimes I would masturbate again.

One day he popped back into my room, and seeing what I was doing with his cream asked if I enjoyed the taste, I told him yes and the very next time the curse caught me, he taught me how to suck his cock. It was magnificent, this way I got to swallow all of his cream before it went cold, but I still liked the feel of it on my breasts, it made my nipples all tingly.

Following a period when I had been unwell and stuck in bed for a few days, my mother went away for a long weekend; to see her ailing mother she told me; and Bert agreed to look after me. This weekend I would at last lose my cherry.

Knowing there was no one in the house apart from we two he had entered my room as usual, but this time he drew back the covers, shrugged off his robe and climbed in beside me.

“I balgat escort shall leave if you wish;” he said softly, “the choice is yours.”

Naked he looked awesome, his cock long, fat and hard, like a fence post, I could feel its hardness tight against my thigh in the confines of the narrow bed.

“No,” I said breathlessly, “please stay.”

We began kissing without any preamble, proceeding to touch one another very quickly; I loved the heat and the silky feel of his hard and throbbing cock, but this time I needed more. My period would be starting in two or three days and I had become extremely horny, more than usual. I had no idea then that my hormones were crying out for me to be fucked.

Until now he had never touched me, not even my breasts, but now it had been different, he seemed more urgent, he filled his mouth with my nipples, sucking and gently biting, it caused a tingly sensation in my pussy. The sensations running through me were incomparable to anything I had previously experienced, Bert was the first man to ever touch me down there, and I nearly went through the roof, knowing that it was not my hand.

We lay there face to face, breathing becoming more shallow, with him stroking me, and my hand wrapped around his cock, I knew this was going to be my first time. I had never had a real hard prick inside me but at this moment in time I badly wanted it to happen, and badly wanted Bert to be the one to take down the last stone from my wall of innocence.

By adjusting my position slightly it became possible for me to rub my already wet sex against the tip of his cock, and by lifting my leg over his hip, I found that I could get the whole head between my now thick lips. It felt really good, and Bert asked if I was sure that this was what I wanted, I replied that I had never wanted anything more than to feel him inside me.

Rolling me onto my back, Bert positioned his body above me and between my now spread legs. Inside I jumped for joy feeling the tip of his hot cock nudging into my pussy; he was slow and gentle, pushing in steadily until meeting the barrier. Telling me this would hurt a little bit he began to put on the pressure. It was hurting and I wanted to tell him to stop, but at the point where I thought that I couldn’t take any more he lunged hard, the full length of his hard, thick prick now inside me.

For a moment, he just laid there, buried deep, whispering that now it would get better, while stroking my face and soon I felt what would quickly become familiar to me, as he began to move that wonderful cock in and out of me with a slow but steady rhythm.

Realising how much I was enjoying this, I lifted my knees high, encouraging him to fuck me hard. This feeling was so very different from masturbating, but the urge to cumm was just the same, and soon I had found myself thrusting up to meet him knowing that I would soon climax.

It wasn’t long in coming, and just as I crested the wave Bert gave a yelp, withdrew his cock and splashed his lovely cream all over my belly.

I remember crying afterwards, I was so happy. We continued on like this for about six months, with Bert teaching me much. Then I told him that I needed to find a boy my own age, but it was never the same, they had no idea how to please me. It was then that I stopped looking at boys and started looking for older men, boys just couldn’t handle my needs.

Now here I am in Mexico, some eleven years later with a man who had pissed me off just once too often, was I happy? For the time being yes, I revelled in this brief feeling of freedom. A freedom that I would probably have to pay dearly for when I returned to the bungalow.

Initially he was great; he had been exactly what I needed. I had become a spoiled brat, but he saw my potential, and what my body cried out for. During the following months he changed me from being the brat that I had become, to the most obedient and willing slave, becoming my Master and owning me completely.

We have been together now for nearly nine years, but the last twelve months or so have been a real headache for me, he has changed, nothing pleased him anymore and living with him had become a nightmare.

He had planned this holiday for us in Mexico, a break away from work and our everyday living, but from the outset he had been whining and complaining over the slightest little thing. Now I had had enough of it, and walked out to do my own thing, whatever that might be.

I had nothing specific in mind; I just needed some breathing space, peace, away from his constant whinging, which was beginning to get me down. Initially I had considered looking for an Internet café, but instead, found a downtown bar advertising Tequila at half price, so decided to take a look at it.

I suppose I had expected the kind of place one sees in the movies, you know, a few tables and chairs, tired and worn down patrons, a drunk or two whose only support was the bar, and sawdust spread on the floor; but the outside belied the interior. There batıkent escort were a couple of almost naked girls dancing in cages suspended from the ceiling, the bar top was marble, disco lights pulsed and flashed, and the music was so loud that that it put conversation almost beyond reach.

The floor was a highly polished hardwood, and young topless waitresses, chosen I thought for their bust size rather than their expertise, roller-skated from table to table taking orders. I selected a table furthest away from the blaring speakers, ordered Tequila, paid, took a sip and looked around the bar room at the other guests.

Over in one corner there sat a bunch of casual, but well dressed and good-looking guys, drinking and having a laugh. Catching one of them giving me the eye, I looked away but with a smile on my face. I felt kinda naughty doing this without my Master’s permission, but I didn’t care.

Before my glass became empty, a different girl skated to the table and dropped another while gesturing over her shoulder at the guys in the corner saying that they had sent it over. I picked up the drink, turned towards them and lifting the glass in a toast, throwing the fiery liquid down my throat.

They cheered as one and the guy who had given me the eye picked up his Stetson and sauntered over, dropping it on the table. Around the crown it was studded with silver rodeo medallions, he smiled as he sat down saying: “everyone knows this hat, so as long as it sits on this table you’ll not be bothered by anyone.”

“Hi,” I replied gaily, “my name is Laura, here on holiday from England, do you ride in the Rodeo?” I asked.

“Yep, I travel all over, and that mixed rabble of semi drunks,” he pronounced it ‘see my’, “is ma crew.”

I had never met a real live Rodeo rider before, and the thought that he might always be putting his life on the line sent a thrill right through me, straight down to my pussy.

“You must be real brave to ride in the Rodeo, have you ever been hurt?” I asked.

“Real brave or real stoopid missy, you take your pick, I had more broken bones than I kin count, but I wouldn’t change it no ways, always wanted to do it even when I was no higher than blue-grass. Guess I kinda like the danger.”

His drawl was really starting to work on me now, and I felt myself warming to his easy friendliness.

“You’re not from Mexico are you?” I enquired.

“Nope, I’m from the Lone Star State, Texas; they call me the Wichitaw kid on account of my havin a little Native American blood in these veins, but I reckon I spilled a mite more than I’d have liked,” he laughed.

He waved a hand in the air and gave a whoop, one of the girls skating straight over to our table.

“What kin ah gitcha Wichitaw?” she asked him with a smile.

“Bring us a couple a beers and Tequila Slammers honey,” he said, slapping her on the rump before she could get away and running thick fingers through his thatch of straw-coloured hair.

While we waited, I took the opportunity to look at his sun-tanned and weather-beaten face properly; ignoring the various scars, each one of which would probably tell an exciting story in its own right, and took in his eyes. They were of the most beautiful china blue that I had ever seen, tinged with a touch of violet. I saw mischief in those eyes, this guy was a joker, of that I was certain.

The waitress brought the drinks plus a small bowl of salt and a lemon cut into four quarters. I noticed that there were four shots of Tequila, but what the hell, we prepared for the first, downing it immediately, slamming our glasses upside down onto the table. Wichitaw laughed, remarking that I was okay for a girl, and a Limey at that, and gave me a resounding slap on the back that almost lifted me out of my chair.

We continued with the general chitchat as we drank our beers and the second Slammer, until he asked me to come over and meet the crew; I readily agreed and we got up to join them at the other table. Once sat down, Wichitaw introduced me as one heck of a good Limey and I quickly became the focus of attention, although I’m sure that my bra-less breasts had a lot to do with that. It wasn’t long before I was throwing back Tequila Slammers alongside the guys and loving every minute as they egged me on

I had easily gotten into the party spirit. These guys were rough, tough and oozing testosterone, but they were also very friendly and treated me like a lady. Not only were they great fun, but they had taken me to there hearts and I enjoyed it to the full.

They were a mixed bunch, some from Mexico, all over the US and one from Canada. I was outnumbered thirteen to one, but I didn’t care, they were all lean, mean, tanned and tough, my kind of guys, but above all they knew how to party and I seemed to be the star turn.

A couple of hours later I had become quite merry, even a little pissed, swapping lewd jokes along with the best of them, but still on the right side of being in control and responsible for beşevler escort my actions. Not one of them had laid a finger on me, not even Wichitaw.

However, when one of the guys suggested that we all go back to the Motel and party, a place where we could drink all night, I said ‘what the hell,’ threw caution out the window and readily agreed.

We all piled into three cars and two trucks, heading off up the road in a convoy, to a Motel some distance outside the city limits and overlooking the soft sands of a Mexican beach.

Once inside they all seemed to want to use the loo at the same time, although three of them went into the kitchenette to prepare enough food for the fourteen of us. There was not enough seating for everyone, so a few hunkered down on the floor, me along with them, sitting between Wichitaw’s legs with my back to him.

Someone put some music on, the beat heavy but lively, kinda sensual, the so solid sound of Santana. Music that I loved; this kind of music never failed to get my juices running. I knew that at some point Wichitaw was going to fuck me, and quite honestly I wanted him so badly that my pussy had been wet for some time. What I hadn’t bargained for was what was really going to happen.

We quickly tucked into the excellent tacos and tortilla’s, and while eating, the beer and Tequila continued to flow freely. The crew were really friendly and very attentive making me feel very much at ease and comfortable with them.

However, when we had finished eating, their true agenda became all too obviously clear, I knew in a heartbeat that I would be the desert; I was going to get gang banged. This held no fear for me, my Master having insisted on such a course of action on several occasions. This time was different, there would be no abuse of my body, just usage, these were all nice fellers, and as the revelation hit me I realised that I wanted it to happen.

The fellow sitting on my left turned my face toward him kissing me voraciously, open-mouthed, tongue probing deeply, naturally I responded willingly. Simultaneously the one on the right twisted around to cup my breasts, gently squeezing and thumbing my nipples into an erect state very quickly.

As usual I became instantly aroused, although this was in some part due to my having been turned on by the rugged Wichitaw, I did feel a little uncertain amongst thirteen tough and horny young men. The conversation had dropped to zero now, as Wichitaw assured me quietly that no one would hurt me, adding that they only wanted to fuck me, and that all bets were off if anyone even thought of causing me harm.

What else could I do, there was no way out of that Motel without their co-operation, so I just smiled sweetly and said, “help yourself, I’m game if you are, there’s plenty enough of me for everyone.”

Whoops and cheers resounded around the room, with one of the guys adding that I was a great sport. From that point I was butt naked in seconds flat, they quickly stripped me of the only two garments that I wore, my top and my skirt, just like any other day I wore nothing else.

Soon there were two mouths feeding from my breasts, sucking hard and biting on my nipples, as yet another slid exploring hands along the inside of my hot thighs towards my billiard ball smooth, I waxed regularly, and already thickly swollen pussy. Although still having my mouth tongued, I managed to sneak a glance at him, seeing the mixed look of lust and pleasure on his face. I also noticed the very prominent bulge in his shorts; he had become good to go.

The guy kissing me broke away, and Wichitaw turned my head towards his crotch; quickly turning my body I unzipped him, to draw out a very handsome piece of hot, and very hard cock meat; from a few inches away I could feel its heat against my face.

It was bigger than my Master’s, being some eight inches in length and quite fat around. Gently I stroked, squeezing from the base to draw my fisted hand up the length of this beautiful cock toward the head, feeling the vein pulsing in my hand and being rewarded by the thick, creamy and surprisingly large bead of pre-cumm.

Putting out my tongue I deliberately and slowly licked it off, scooping the tasty titbit into my hungry mouth while looking directly into those gorgeous blue/violet eyes.

His moan was clearly audible as I went to work on this showcase of a cock, licking it all over from the tip to its base, savouring the size. Up and down the length, my tongue pleasured it, paying particular attention to the sensitive part at the base of the head.

I could have worshipped this beautiful monster for hours on end without even putting it in my mouth. One hand softly stroking was wrapped around its unbelievable thickness, while the other gently massaged his heavy sac. Fingers became entwined in my hair, drawing my mouth to the now purple and angry looking head.

I surmised that he had not had sex nor even masturbated in a long while, as I took as much of his gorgeous cock meat into my hungry mouth as possible in this awkward position. Satisfied now, I ravished it with such intensity that my guess proved to be pretty accurate, as momentarily freezing, he gave out with a huge moan before pumping a whole barrel load of thick, hot, if a little salty, creamy sperm into my waiting throat

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*Author’s Note: Anyone with any sort of hang-ups should read no further. This is not for you. I can’t be bothered to list all of the possible offensive types of behavior that might exist in this FANTASY. If you read further and are disappointed by the content because of your particular hang-ups, etc., don’t complain. You’ve been fairly advised.

Chapter 04 – The Promotion

“Jill, I’m home,” Sean called out as he entered the house from the garage, his briefcase in one hand, his jacket hanging over his arm.

“And about time, too,” Jill replied as she sauntered into the foyer, her waist-length blonde hair swaying gently from side to side as she stopped in front of him, her perfect 34-C breasts pointed slightly upwards at him, her light-brown nipples looking like the tip of someone’s pinkie finger.

“Jeezus, you are so fucking beautiful,” Sean breathed, dropping his briefcase and jacket to the floor as he took in his wife’s exquisite nudity.

“Hungry?” she asked, putting her right foot up on the arm of the chair next to her, her bald pussy splitting apart to reveal a glistening pink clit.

“You know it,” Sean said, dropping to his knees in front of her and gluing his mouth to her honey pot, slurping her up as he drank her essence, loving her taste, her texture, like it was once again new to him.

Jill smiled as Sean continued to eat her pussy, her fingers running through his hair as she reflected once again on how lucky she was to have met and married him. He seemed to be permanently horny, always ready to please her in whatever way she desired, like now, eating her pussy, one of her very favorite things.

Sean couldn’t believe how lucky he was, he reflected as he feasted on Jill’s incredibly sweet pussy. He owed his job as the manager of a local sports store outlet to the fact that he had been a combination basketball and football star in both high school and the later at college where he ended up getting a Master’s degree in business administration. He was recruited by Sports World even before he finished his studies and within 2 years he was managing a store.

He had been in Normal, Florida, for about 2 months when he had literally run into Jill in a supermarket, knocking her down with his cart as he looked in a different direction than that in which he was moving. When he had helped her to her feet, he had stood speechless, his mouth literally hanging open as he stared at the most beautiful woman he had ever in his life seen.

He remembered how she had been wearing a simple sun dress and that as she lay on her back on the floor, he had seen all the way up that sun dress to her bald pussy before helping her to her feet. When he had seen her deep blue eyes, he was enchanted. She had actually reached out and shaken him to wake him. Before he knew it, he had asked her to dinner and to his utter amazement, she had agreed.

“Okay, time to feed me a bit,” Jill said, breaking into Sean’s reverie as he slurped at her honey pot. “Let’s see that beautiful cock of yours,” she said as she lowered her foot to the floor and he stood up.

“Yes, that’s it,” Jill said as she sat in the chair and Sean dropped his pants and boxers to the floor, his thick cock already rising to the occasion. While not the longest at 7″, it was certainly one of the thickest cocks Jill had ever seen and she adored it, everything about it.

“Oh, yeah,” Sean sighed as Jill stretched her mouth as wide as she could to suck on the head of his cock, one of her hands finding and fondling his balls, shaved smooth like the rest of him.

It had taken almost an hour before Sean had been able to relax at that initial dinner date, he remembered as Jill lustily began to suck his cock, slowly but surely stretching her mouth and taking more and more of him in, but finally he had relaxed and found that she was fun, smart (she had a degree in economics and worked as an analyst at a major stock broker), and seemingly unaware of the effect she had on him and everyone else who came in contact with her. Men and women alike, she seemed to exude an aura, a pheromone that attracted people as bees to honey.

When he had driven her home after dinner, she had invited him in for coffee and drinks, he remembered fondly as he felt her fight not to choke as the last of his cock disappeared into her mouth. He could feel her nose pressing against his stomach. No other woman had ever been able to do that, take all of his cock into their mouth, and that went for Jill in the beginning, too. But that’s getting ahead of things.

They had talked for a couple of hours and had had a couple of cognacs each when he realized that it was getting late and that he needed to go, having to work in the morning.

“I hate to say it,” Sean had said, “but I have to work in the morning and it’s getting pretty late.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jill had said, jumping to her feet. “I lost total track of the time. I was enjoying myself so much talking with you.”

“It was magical for me, too,” Sean had said, leaning forward to get to his feet.

“Oh, dear me,” Jill büyükesat escort had sighed, one hand going to her face which was suffusing with color.

“What is it?” Sean had asked.

“I know this will sound terrible, and very forward,” Jill had said, “but would you mind terribly letting me suck your cock before you go?”

Sean remembered sitting there frozen like stone, not daring to believe that he had actually heard what he was sure his mind had told him he was hearing. But for the fact that Jill had dropped her dress to the floor and was standing naked in front of him, dropping to her knees, made him think again. Before he knew it she had opened his pants and extracted his cock.

“Oh, my, what a nice, thick cock,” she had said, wrapping her lips around the head of it as it began to rapidly grow, her tongue probing his slit. “You see,” she said, looking up at him, a smile on her angelic face, “I’ve got this thing about cocks; I love them. Everything about them. I especially like to suck them,” she had said, proving her point for a bit. “And there’s nothing I like better than nice, hot cum, so don’t be shy if you need to,” she had said, smiling at him. “And you’re so sweet, and interesting, I just knew I had to suck your cock. Next time I’ll want you to fuck me, of course, but for now I just want to suck your cock and feel you cum in my mouth, okay?”

“Okay, you know I want you to cum, but fuck me first,” Jill said, interrupting his reverie.

“God, Jill,” Sean groaned, knowing that she was right, he had been that close to cumming. The combination of her actual blowjob against the memories of that first one had almost proven too much.

“Just fuck me for a bit,” Jill said, squatting on the arms of the chair, her back to him, “then you can feed me a nice mouthful of cum.”

They had bought this chair just for this reason; it was the perfect height and size for fucking. When she sat on it, his cock was right in her face when he stood in front of her. When she squatted on the arms of the chair, either facing him or with her back to him, her pussy and asshole were perfectly positioned for Sean to fuck her.

Sean positioned his cock at the entrance to her spread pussy and pressed forward, feeling himself sliding into her hot, steaming cauldron of joy, her pussy as amazingly tight now as it had been the first time they had fucked almost 4 years ago. Sean loved watching the way Jill’s long pussy lips gripped his cock as it slid in and out of her pussy, glistening more and more each time as it picked up her pussy juices.

As he began to get a nice fucking rhythm going, Sean returned to his reminiscing, remembering how he had just sat there speechless as a naked Jill had proceeded to suck his cock. Back then she hadn’t been able to get much of it into her mouth, but her enthusiasm and obvious love of cocksucking combined with the incredible sensual beauty of her kneeling naked between his legs was more than adequate to the task.

As Sean remembered Jill’s beautiful blue eyes staring into his face as she sucked his cock that evening, he pistoned his cock in and out of her hungry pussy faster and harder, pushing himself right to the brink as he remembered his balls tightening that night 4 years ago, how he had been afraid, even after Jill’s extremely specific erotic talk, to cum in her mouth.

“Okay, now you can do it,” Jill said, raising herself up off of Sean’s glistening cock and turning around and sitting down, smiling as she opened her mouth to suck his dripping cock into her mouth.

Sean remembered how his balls had exploded that night, even as his balls now exploded, cum filling Jill’s sucking mouth, her tongue probing his slit as cum continued to pump from his balls. Then as now, Jill finished sucking him dry, licked her lips and sat back, a contented smile on her face.

“I just love it when you cum in my mouth,” she said, as she said every single time she sucked him off, from that first time to now.

“And I just love cumming in your mouth, or in you anywhere, or on you anywhere,” Sean told her with a laugh, dropping to his knees to take her in his arms, kissing her, their tongues intertwining, the taste of his cum still thick in her mouth and on her tongue.

“Dinner’s just about ready,” Jill told him when they broke their kiss. “I’ll expect you to fuck my ass after dinner while we’re watching television. I am just so starved for cock today.”

“And that makes today different from any other day how?” Sean asked, laughing at the look on her face. “But no matter, I’m always happy to stick my cock in you, anywhere you like.”

“I know,” Jill said, getting to her feet and heading to the kitchen, her naked ass swinging. “Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes,” she informed him.

“I’ll take a quick shower,” Sean said.

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

“That was great,” Sean said, leaning back in his seat, his stomach stuffed. “I was starved.”

“So I noticed,” Jill replied with a smile, her breasts jiggling.

“I’ll get it,” çankaya escort Sean said when the phone started ringing. “Probably something about the report I sent in today,” he told her. “I just know they’re not going to believe my numbers.”

As he answered the phone, Jill came over and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her naked body to his as he spoke. She had dropped to her knees, softly sucking on the head of his cock when she heard him exclaim.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Sean almost screamed into the phone, his cock going from half hard to totally soft in an instant. “Sure, I’ll be there. You must be kidding. Great. Until tomorrow, then,” he said, hanging up the phone, a stunned look on his face.

“What is it?” Jill asked as she stood up.

“Anderson quit,” Sean told her, mentioning one of the senior vice presidents of the company, “and they’re going to promote from within and I’m one of the possible choices.”

“Sean, that’s great,” Jill said, pleased for him.

“There are two others being considered,” Sean told her. “There’s a meeting tomorrow morning with all of us to explain. Shit, there’s only 3 senior vice presidents. That would make me one of the top guys in the entire company!”

“I’m so proud of you no matter what,” Jill told him. “Do you want me to suck your cock or do you want to eat my pussy?” she asked, wrapping her arms around him again.

“I think I want both,” he told her, grinning down into her beautiful face.

“Mmm, 69,” Jill breathed. “Dessert. Let’s go,” she said, grabbing him by the hand and dragging him to the living room where they collapsed onto the carpet and began devouring one another.

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

“Are you okay?” Jill asked when she saw Sean’s face the next day when he arrived home from work. “Did something happen?”

“No, I’m okay,” Sean assured her, “but the meeting was a real shock. I had no idea.”

“No idea of what?” Jill asked, taking him by the hand and leading him into the living room where they sat on a sofa.

“One, exactly what kind of people or company I was actually working for,” Sean replied. “Two, what they’re proposing to decide which of the three of us gets the promotion.”

“Sean, make sense,” Jill implored. “What’s going on?”

“Well, first of all, whoever gets the promotion will become instantly rich, very rich,” he told her. “The basic salary is $2.4 million and then there are all sorts of stock bonuses and cash bonuses. There’s also a vacation home in Hawaii for the 4 top people to use whenever they can.”

“Sean, that sounds wonderful,” Jill enthused. “What’s the problem?”

“Oh, that part sounds great,” Sean agreed, “but it goes downhill from there.”

“Sean, explain. Please,” Jill begged.

“First of all,” Sean began, “Harold, the owner of the company and president, is a sick, perverted pig. Secondly, so are Jim and George, the other two senior vice-presidents.”

“Sean, you’re not making any sense,” Jill said, feeling his anger. “Why are they sick, perverted pigs?”

“Wait until you hear how they’re going to decide who gets the promotion,” Sean told her. “They’re going to have a sort of competition, they call it. The three of us and the three of them are going to play a sort of poker game. Whichever one of us lasts the longest gets the promotion.”

“Sean, that’s great news,” Jill exclaimed. “You were practically the poker champ at university.”

“You haven’t heard all of it,” Sean said, his cheeks flushing. “It’s a poker game without any money.”

“Then how can you bet?” Jill asked, confused.

“Their version of poker uses the wives and/or girlfriends of the players as chips,” Sean explained.

“They what?” Jill asked, her eyes widening.

“The way they explained the rules to me is that each wife or girlfriend is to wear exactly 3 pieces of clothing, no more; same with each player,” Sean explained. “Each hand has a winner and a loser. The winner is obvious; the loser is the person with the worst hand of all the losers. The losing team has to remove one piece of clothing each.”

“Oh, my god, stripped poker?” Jill asked, her hand going to her face in shock. “You’re not serious!”

“It gets better,” Sean told her. “Once a team has lost their clothes, if they lose another hand, they have to pick a card from a special pile and do whatever it says to the winning team. They made it pretty clear that these cards have sexual tasks on them.”

“Oh, Sean, I can’t believe it,” Jill said. “I can’t even imagine Harold and Sarah doing something like that. They seem so, well, classy, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s exactly what I thought,” Sean agreed with her. “My head was spinning as I was listening to the whole thing. I just can’t believe it.”

“Then what happens?” Jill asked.

“They keep playing until teams refuse to do the task on the card,” Sean explained further. “Then that team is out. The last team still in the game wins.”

“Sean, what are you going to do?” Jill asked.

“What are cebeci escort we going to do, you mean,” Sean said. “If I want the promotion and everything that goes with it, we have to play in the game and win, otherwise I stay a manager of a store and we continue as we are. If we do it and win, then there’s still a weekly game between the top 4. That’s why they’re doing the competition this way, to make sure that whoever wins is suitable for their stripped poker games. They know that we’re all capable of doing the job itself.”

“But what kind of things would we have to do?” Jill asked. “The tasks, I mean.”

“Well, they said the only limits were no S&M,” Sean answered, “otherwise, they said anything is possible.”

“How badly do you want the promotion?” Jill asked.

“I’d love the promotion,” Sean replied. “I think I’m probably the best person there is for it. But I don’t know about paying such a price. How do you feel about it all?”

“I can honestly say that there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you to make you happy, short of seriously breaking the law or hurting anyone,” Jill replied. “So, I guess if that means having sex with other people, if that’s going to ultimately make you happy, it’s not like we aren’t both totally crazy about sex, is it?”

“So you want me to do this?” Sean asked.

“I didn’t say that,” Jill replied. “But whatever you decide, I’m with you 100%, no reservations, no regrets. That’s what I’m saying. If you want this, if you can deal with all of the different aspects that such a promotion would entail, then I’m with you. But it has to be your choice.”

“And you wouldn’t have a problem with me having sex with others, then?” Sean asked.

“Of course not,” Jill replied with a laugh, getting to her feet and letting her sun dress drop to the floor, then climbing up on the sofa and planting her sopping pussy right on Sean’s mouth, “not knowing whose pussy it is that you really love,” she said, running her fingers through his hair as he enthusiastically began to slurp on her hot, wet pussy.

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

“Ah, Sean, glad you came,” Harold Sandersen greeted Sean and Jill as they arrived at the penthouse boardroom of Sports World. “Hello, Jill, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said, taking her hand softly in his own and raising it to his lips. “You’re extremely beautiful. Sean’s a lucky man.”

“I think of it more as me being the lucky girl,” Jill replied, smiling at the 50-ish man, his hair just starting to go grey at the temples, though he appeared extremely well fit.

“Please allow me to introduce my wife, Sarah,” he said, indicating the raven-haired woman with D-cup breasts straining against the tight material of her sheer top standing next to him. Her large, dark nipples were clearly visible.

“Hello, Jill,” Sarah said, offering a hand. “You look positively delicious. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better,” she said, a bit of an insouciant smile on her face, “both of you.”

“Why don’t you both get a glass of champagne and you can introduce Jill to everyone,” Harold suggested.

“You okay?” Sean asked as they went over to the tended bar.

“Yes, I think so,” Jill said. “I think Sarah is the first human I’ve ever met that I realize is a total predator.”

“I think I get your meaning,” Sean laughed.

Glasses of champagne in hand, Sean slowly made his way around the room, introducing Jill to everyone.

There was the most senior of the vice-presidents, Greg, a man in his 40s with brown hair and hazel eyes. Like Sean, like all of the men there, Jill realized, he was extremely well fit. His wife was Phyllis, a petite woman with light-brown hair and brown eyes. With her glasses and B-cup breasts, she reminded Jill more of a Sunday school teacher than anything.

They next met Jim, the other vice president, a man in his 30s with longer blonde hair and green eyes and the most perfect smile Jill had ever seen. His wife, Charlene, had curly red hair down past her shoulders and green eyes. She was only about 5½ feet tall, so her C-cup breasts seemed larger.

They then met the competition, George, a very tall black man in his 30s with the friendliest smile in the world. His wife, Sandrine, was very short, perhaps 5’2″, but she had a pair of DD breasts that you just couldn’t take your eyes off of, especially encased in a tube top the way they were.

Finally there was Tim, a shorter man in his 30s, balding with blue eyes. He was a bit type-A but with a lot of humor. His girlfriend was Sue, short like Tim with shorter dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. Her small A-cup breasts were a marked contrast with Sandrine’s DDs.

“May I have your attention, please,” Harold called out approximately 15 minutes later. “First of all, let me say that it’s a true pleasure to be able to consider admitting a new member into what is and has been and will continue to be a very exclusive group.”

“We are exclusive because of our common bonds, of fitness, of work ethic, and of a type of fun not necessarily considered proper by the world at large. So be it. Sadly, we have only room for one new vice president at the present time. We anticipate that that situation will change in the future, but for now, that is where we are, so only one of the three of you will succeed in becoming a member of our executive board.”

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When I was 13 my family moved to the LA area of California and we lived there until I was 17, a senior in high school. My dad, a software engineer got transferred up to the San Francisco area and so we moved once again. I was pretty bummed as I had made a bunch of really good friends. On the other hand, it was probably the best thing for me at the time because I was really getting out of control with partying and wild behavior. The move served to settle me down and concentrate on my art more. I graduated with honors from high school and got to go to art school on scholarship. That was all pretty cool, but I still missed my wild friends from LA. I stayed in touch of course, but didn’t get to see them too often. I went off to college in Boston and so saw them even less over the 4 years I attended school.

When I graduated from Art School, I decided to spend a month or so back home in CA. I was going to be starting up a master’s program at a school in New Haven that fall. I figured that once I started there, I probably wouldn’t get home for a while and so wanted to get a nice long visit in. I talked my boyfriend Bob into joining me but he only planned to stay for a couple of weeks.

We were just hanging out not doing anything special one day when I got a call from my old girlfriend Rachel inviting us down to LA for the weekend. She was having a party to celebrate the 4th and to show off the house her and her husband had bought and were renovating. There were going to be a bunch of old high school friends coming and she said it would be a blast if we could show up as a kind of surprise. I was psyched and told her that we’d be there.

We flew down there early on the 4th and helped with getting the last of the arrangements in order. Once the party was going strong, Bob and I went our separate ways, I had been dating him long enough that he knew quite a few of the people and had become pretty friendly with some of the guys. The party was really a riot, I saw so many people I hadn’t seen in like 5 years or so. Every time I would see someone from the old days, it’d be a little scream fest and hugs all around, it was just so cool seeing everyone.

The liquor was flowing and by early afternoon I had a good buzz going. Some guy who said he knew me from high school, but that I just didn’t recognize had really killer weed. Well, a poor memory doesn’t mean one has to be rude and if he felt like sharing then ok, we must’ve been friends. LOL!

Well, I have to tell you that stuff was wicked good. I felt like I was floating after a just couple of tokes! When we finished smoking that joint, I was so high. I couldn’t even hold a conversation with the, he didn’t seem any better. I loved it, but had to return a little closer to earth.

Fortunately, there was a pool out back. I figured a dip in the pool would mellow me out a bit, but when I got there, it was full of people partying and cooling down. I decided to hell with it, I needed to get a bit more mellow and crowded or not, I was going in. The water felt as warm as bath water, but I was able to find a spot to dip my body under for a little bit. After a little while, my head started to function and my feet touched lightly upon the earth once again, that is until Bob brought me another margarita… whew, I was on the buzz train and it looked it was leaving the station!

Anyway, the party really was killer and I had great time all through the day and into the evening. It was after 1 in the morning and we were down to 5 couples hanging around listening to music and shooting the breeze. Rachel’s husband, Jimmy, decided to show us all the addition that he was putting on the back of the house, basically closing in the back porch and taking out the back wall of the kitchen. Where he had ripped out the back kitchen wall, he had put up a piece of thick, black plastic to keep the dust out of the main house. As we sat there talking about how cool it would be to have such a big kitchen, one of the guys noticed this hole in the plastic barrier and asked about it.. Well, Rachel breaks out laughing, her face turning beet red, “Don’t say a word Jimmy, not a word”.

Well… that’s all I needed to starting prying, knowing Rachel like I did.

You see, she was one of the girlfriends with me on a trip to see an Aerosmith concert trip while we were still in high school. Being the little exhibitionists we were back then, we and 3 other girls decided miniskirts and halter tops but not to wear any under garments. I don’t know what we were thinking, but at the time it seemed like a great idea, maybe more of a dare I guess… I don’t know. Anyway, we all rode to the concert in this big old delivery van. It just had cushions on the floor in back that we all sat on. Well, we are started getting high and I guess we weren’t paying particular attention to what we might be revealing in our short skirts. A couple of weeks later we found that our pussies were featured on what what was to become the infamous pussy tape. ankara rus escort It seemed that most of the guys in our high school had a copy of it and it became a main feature of parties. Someone turned it on at a party I was at with Rachel one time, that’s how we found out about it. But that’s another story for another time.

So back to this story, knowing Rach as I did, I knew it had to be an interesting story, “Come on Rachel, fess up. What naughty things have you been up to?” I teased. Rach’s face got even redder and by now she was laughing so hard that she couldn’t even speak, that just added fuel to the fire. Now, Jimmy was laughing too, but he was drunk enough to spill the beans.

Still laughing, he told us that he’d been working in the addition one night. He had been cutting up some plywood on the table saw. When he’d finished and turned off the saw, he heard Rachel calling through the plastic. When he went over by the wall to see what it was she wanted, he saw the hole cut in the plastic and within the hole, the most inviting sight a man can see.

“The most inviting sight” I laughed, at first confused. I looked at Rachel with a questioning look. Her face was bright red and everyone was laughing, she raised her eyebrows and kinda bobbed her head as if to say, come one now you know. Then I got it!

“Rachel!” I squealed… laughing…, “you didn’t do that really… did you?” She held her hands over her red face and nodded her head still laughing. “Well”, Jimmy laughed, no way I wasn’t going to turn that down and goddamn it to hell, that was some of the best sex ever!

“Ewwww…Why?” Susie asked, acting kinda disgusted.

“Fantasy time I guess” he smiled, “it coulda been anybody… even you” he said with a crazy little grin on his face as he looked at Susie. It was Susie’s turn to have a red face.

Rachel now more of less back in control, agreed with Jimmy, she said it was pretty wild and really got her hot too. The guys were all commenting on how cool they thought that was. I was impressed by the idea too. That was creative for sure and I surely do like creative.

We were all still talking about it when Bob piped up, “Hey!!! why don’t you girls give us all a little show through the hole, now that’d be sooooo cool” he purred.

He kept on about how cool it would be if we would flash them from the other side of the plastic, the other guys were drunk enough of course to love the idea. I think that they were thinking about checking out the girls that they hadn’t seen and not thinking about the fact that their own girl would be flashing too or maybe not… I don’t know how a guy’s mind works.

Anyway, I just laughed and said “no way, not a chance…you guys…are…friggin…dreaming”!!! Well, we were all pretty loaded and once the idea came out, the guys just wouldn’t let it go, they all started saying that yeah, they thought it was a fucking great idea, why not.

Janine looked at her boyfriend and said “yeah right, you get cross eyed pissed if another guy even glances at me and now you’re saying that you think it’d be cool for me show my pussy to all your friends”. We all laughed that she put it so bluntly, but good question.

He laughed and said, “well I didn’t say anything about your pussy dear, but what the hell, sure… why not, no one going to know one pussy from the other, so what difference would it make? Besides these aren’t all my friends only some of them.”

“Oh get outta town” Janine said, “are you saying Steve? You wouldn’t recognize me… give me a break”.

“Well yeah”, he conceded, “sure I’d recognize you, but no one else will.The same with the rest of these guys, I guess that we’ll all recognize their sweet friends too, but that’s the beauty of this, you can flash and no one other than your boyfriend will know who you are. And Janine, I know you like to show off a little bit to the boys” he said with a wicked grin. Janine’s face went beet red, but she pressed on.

“So if that’s the case, why do you even want to have us do this then?” Janine asked.

“Well, I may not which one you are Janine”, Bobby piped in, “but I’ll know that know that one of them will be you and that’s enough to make me happy”. he laughed along with the rest of the guys.

We girls were looking at each other just laughing and shaking our heads at the silliness of the whole thing. Then Bobby got a coin out and said, “Ok here’s the deal, we’ll flip a coin tails you do it, heads you don’t…fair enough”.

I couldn’t believe that we were even considering this thing, unless the other girls were getting as hot as I was at the thought of flashing our most intimate parts to all these guys.

I held up my hands laughing and said to Bobby “hold it, hold it right there, not so fast mister. Let’s say that it turns out tails and we all agree to do this, what do we get in return? I think if you going to get to see we got, then you need to be showing us ankara türbanlı escort your stuff too.” Turning to the girls, that’s only fair, don’t you think?” They all hooted and cheered giving me high fives agreeing that was the way it was going to be or don’t even bother flipping the damn coin.

It’s funny sometimes how you can make the inanimate object like a coin the responsible party when you’re drunk. We all watched as the coin flipped through the air and hit the floor. We got in close watching the coin spin, then wobble and finally fall…tails, how appropriate. We girls all screamed in distress when we saw the result and I knew then and there that we were going to go through with this. I couldn’t believe that I was going to show my pussy to these guys, my heart started to pound and my face flushed. The guys all cheered and hooted, their turn for the high fives. I don’t know what excited them more, seeing the pussy of a girl they knew but had never seen before, showing off their girlfriends/wives to the other guys or getting the chance to show off their dicks, I guess it didn’t matter, they were excited for sure and I guess we were too.

Rachel looked over at us laughing; “ok girls looks like put up or shut time”? We kinda nodded our acquiescence. “Ok one rule”, Rachel said, talking to the guys… “no peeking through the hole to see us. That’s not fair, this is supposed to be anonymous. If you violate that rule, then it ends right there, understand”?

The guys did and held us to the same rule. Bob spoke up and said, “but you have to leave it up there until we’re done checking you out, no quick peeks and then pulling it away”. “Ok” we agreed, “but then you guys have got to have stiffies when you put them through for us to check out and you have to leave it there until we tell you”. They laughed and Jimmy said, “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem Jenn. By the way do you think you can give me some little signal so that I’ll know it’s your sweet ass I’m looking at”? I smiled and flipped him the bird and all the other guys laughed.

The guys stayed in the addition and we girls went back into the main house. I immediately went to mix up another pitcher of drinks to build up our nerves. I was so excited already. I think that probably all of us girls were. We were all at least a little bit exhibitionist so this really fed the fire. When I got back into the kitchen, Rachel and Janine had moved a futon couch from the living room to over by the plastic wall. Rachel had also turned off all the lights except for one by the stove, She didn’t trust the guys to uphold the deal. Then we all went into the living room to organize ourselves.

“So how do we start this?” I asked them. Susie started to undress and said “I guess by getting naked, I can’t believe that I’m doing this”.

Seeing her peel out of her bra and panties got us all moving to get our clothes off too until we were all naked, giggling and laughing like a bunch of schoolgirls on a sleepover. This really brought me back in time to when we used to all hang out together. These were just the kind of wild things that got me into trouble back then. Here we were picking right up where we had left off all those years ago. Maybe we wouldn’t have if we weren’t all 3 sheets to the wind but we were and so we did.

Strangely, I was still comfortable being naked with these girls, hell we were all members of the no underwear club in high school and had slept over each others house plenty of times. When we slept over usually we would just sleep in the nude together. We never did anything sexual, it was just part of the thing we were into back then.

Rachel’s mom walked in one morning while we were still sleeping and saw us sleeping there naked together. She kinda flipped out and had a talk with Rachel later asking her if she was a lesbian, it was just too funny although Rachel didn’t think so at the time.

We were all pretty excited, there were hard nipples everywhere. While we were all giggling and laughing and trying to decide who would go first, I tiptoed back into the kitchen and over to the hole. I put my breast in the opening. The guys started cheering and then I could hear that they were all gathered around the opening on the other side of the plastic checking me out. The girls were all quiet now watching to see what would happen. Fingers gently twisted my hard nipple and it tightened up even more. The fingers let go and I was just ready to pull away when I felt a hot mouth enclose my nipple and suck on it for a second. I pulled away and ran back to the living room motioning the girls to come with me. I didn’t want the guys to hear what I was saying.

I was laughing hysterically when I told the girls what the guys had done. I was sure it was Bobby, because he would of course recognize my nipple. “Don’t worry Jenn, we’ll get them back… you just wait”. We were all still laughing when we went back out to the darkened kitchen. bahçelievler escort

“Ok, your turn” Susie called to the guys.

“Oh no you don’t…” Susie’s fiancé Ralph called back, “that was just an appetizer, we want the main event now. That’ll get us ready to show you what you asked for” and they all laughed and cheered.

So Susie was the first to flash the guys and my god, did they make some noise when she positioned herself in the opening for all to see. She has a great body, I mean beautiful. Large full breasts, C-cup, nipples high on them and a trim shape with a beautiful round bum. I think she has probably the best body of all of us, classically proportioned. They would’ve gone nuts if they could’ve seen the whole package, but they seemed happy enough with her pussy.

She wasn’t there 10 seconds when her eyes opened wide and she mouthed that someone was touching her, but she didn’t move either, at least not for the next couple of minutes anyway. She laid her head on her arms and closed her eyes letting the guys check her out.

We all were quiet so the guys wouldn’t figure out by our voices which girl was flashing. We watched as her face flushed and her breathing quickened. The guys were kinda quiet too; I wondered what was going on. Finally, she moved away from the opening and we all went out to the living room again to talk.

Her eyes were sparkling and her nipples were all twisted up hard. “So…” I whispered, “who do you think touched you”? “I think they all did and more… you’ll see” she grinned with wide eyes, “oh my god, I’m all squishy now!!!” she put her hand over her mouth to quiet the giggle that was bubbling up. We went back out into the kitchen Rachel yelled over to the guys, “ok your turn, let’s see it boys”.

We heard them laughing and a moment later a dick came peeking through the hole. We all gathered around to look at it and Susie put her hand down and gripped it. “No, no… the whole thing, we want the balls too” Rachel shouted, laughing. “I can’t get them through the plastic” Bobby called and we all started laughing, he was too drunk to realize that he had just given himself away to us. Susie reached through the hole and cupped his sack and gently pulled it to our side of the plastic. She stroked his dick a few times while lightly scratching his balls. Not to be outdone, Rachel and Janine reached over and each stroked it a few times. I stayed back just watching the whole thing, I had played with his dick enough to be satisfied in watching my girlfriends having fun with it. I knew that there were going to be more to come and I’d get my share before the night was done.

I was close enough though that I could hear Bobby quietly groaning on the other side of the plastic. I grinned at the girls and whispered “Don’t let him cum, he’s getting pretty excited”. They nodded their heads in agreement and tormented him until the head of Bobby’s dick started to swell and turn purple. Then they let it go, his dick was twitching and bouncing like crazy, he was wicked close to blowing his top. “Ok we’re done you can have it back” Rosie laughed and it was withdrawn back through to the other side with a frustrated groan.

It was quiet for few moments, then “Ok, next girl” they called. Janine was there and ready so she nervously kneeled on the futon and slid her bum over the hole revealing her pussy to the guys. Janine is the tallest of us all at about 5’10” with beautiful red hair, green eyes and a long, lean, feline shape, her breasts, a little larger than mine have a bit more droop in them than any of the rest of us girls. They still look pretty with small pink nipples and light colored areola. She was totally shaved and has a clit ring. That surprised me, I can’t imagine wanting a ring badly enough there to deal with the pain of it.

Janine’s chest was flushed a deep red in excitement. I watched her closely and saw a combination of trepidation and anticipation on her face. She bit her bottom lip as the guys started to explore her soft, pink folds. Susie, who was Janine’s best friend, was right down by her head asking what they were doing. First it was the same thing, fingers and stroking her tight opening. Then she bit down on her arm to be quiet and I looked at the other girls. We were all mesmerized watching and wondering what was happening.

We could hear the guys laughing on the other side and clapping hands. It sounded like they were having fun over there. I could tell by the way she was breathing that something was definitely happening on the other side. Then Susie leaned closer and kissed her gently on the lips. Janine responded to the kisses and Susie emboldened, slid her small hands down under Janine and cupped her soft breasts as they continued to kiss. It really had a strange effect on me watching my 2 friends kissing like that. It made me hotter than ever.

My breathing or something must’ve given me away to Rachel because she touched my hand and asked if I was ok. I nodded with a smile and continued to watch. In no time at all, Janine went over the edge. Susie held her close, her face buried between her breasts as Janine’s orgasm claimed her. We could hear the cheering on the other side. The guys knew that they had made her cum. I didn’t know if they who it was that they made cum.

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(This is actually Lisa’s story. She asked me to make it “sound right.”)

A tiny slice of lucidity slipped through overwhelming fog in my mind. I was kneeling here with my husbands cock in my mouth, my ass sticking in the air visible to Jerry and Donna, our next door neighbors. What the hell was I doing here? Then my mind surrendered to the situation, the heat inside me overcoming my rationality.

I remembered watching Donna in this same situation only moments before. She knelt across her husband, virtually devouring his meat, while my husband stood poised behind her, ready to ram himself home into her hot quim. Eric hesitated only a moment before sinking himself into Donna’s dark and moist cunt, while I sat naked on the sofa and watched.

Now, I was in the same position. I knew Jerry was behind me. I knew, inevitably he was going to sink his cock into me. My heart pounded with the anticipation as I licked and sucked on Eric’s throbbing member. I felt the first contact of Jerry’s hardness press against me. I swiveled my hips until he was poised at my opening, then pressed backwards until I could feel him filling me up. It was such a marvelous feeling of being stretched and penetrated that I moaned around my husband’s cock. Eric quivered with the sensation.

What had started out as an unexceptional night of neighborly challenge had turned into a cut-throat game of truth or dare. The truths were hard ones. Who was the first? Have you ever masturbated? What is your favorite sexual fantasy? The answers had us all in a state of high sexual stimulation.

“The truth be damned,” Donna said, finally. “I’m ready for a dare.” It was Jerry’s turn.

“All right,” Jerry declared. “Here’s your dare. Show us your tits.”

“About damned time,” Donna said. She slipped off her midi top and quickly unhooked her bra. I saw my neighbor’s breasts exposed for the first time. We had gone past a point in this game where I found myself unsure.

“My turn,” Donna demanded. “Eric, take off your pants!”

“Wait a minute,” Eric protested. “I didn’t say I wanted a dare.”

“If you don’t show it to us,” Donna proclaimed, “you’re going to have to describe it. You might as well take the dare.”

Eric looked at me. I knew where this was headed. Eric would get naked. Then it would be my turn. I could have stopped it if I wanted to. The alcohol and my own damp panties were having an effect. I looked at Jerry. The bulge in his pants was obvious. I wondered. So, I looked back at Eric and shrugged.

Eric shucked his trousers. He, too, was bulging at the front of his briefs. He started to sit back down.

“All of them,” Donna demanded.

“You said the pants,” Eric argued.

“Look,” Donna said, holding her hands under her breasts and lifting them toward Eric, “I’m sitting here exposed to all of you. Take off your damned briefs, too.”

This time, Eric shrugged. He lowered his briefs, tugging it away from his half-hard member, then tossing them aside. Donna cooed.

Eric had a tough choice to make. Exposed as he was, he could dare Jerry to get the same way or, he could order me to expose myself to our neighbors. He looked to me, then at Jerry. When he looked back at me, I did something that I thought would indicate to him that I was ready for whatever was going to happen. I slowly licked my lips.

“Truth or dare,” he said. “Lisa.” My heart leapt within my throat. I took a long swig from my drink.

“Okay,” I answered. “Dare!”

“Let me have your panties,” he said.

“What?” Donna bellowed. “No fair!”

“It’s my dare,” Eric answered.

I went down the hall to the bedroom and stripped off my shorts and panties. I put the shorts back on and strode into the den where we were playing. I handed the damp panties to Eric, who crumpled them in his hand. Then he tossed them to Jerry.

Jerry held up my red panties and examined them. Then he pressed them to his face and inhaled. “Oh, yeah!” he moaned.

Eric had now put me on the spot. I could tell Donna to give her panties to Eric, or I could strip Jerry down and expose him. Jerry wanted me, I ulus escort could see that from the way he was absorbed in my underwear. I checked Eric. He nodded toward Donna. I would leave her husband to whatever devices Donna had.

“Donna,” I said. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare, dammit,” she said.

“Give your panties to Eric,” I commanded.

Donna laughed delightedly. Only she didn’t go to the bedroom. She stood right there in front of us, pulled off her shorts and then her panties. She sauntered naked over to Eric and waved them in front of him.

“Here you go,” she said, dropping them in his lap. Then she strode back to her seat, not bothering to put her shorts back on.

“My turn, now,” she said. “I pick,” she paused, “Lisa!” The triumphant shout shocked me. I had expected her to choose her husband.

“All right,” I said. “Go ahead. Dare.”

“You’re going to get naked, just like I am,” she announced. “That’s your dare. Get naked.”

So, I did. I stood and stripped off my top, unhooked my bra, then slid out of my shorts. It was amazing. I didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed. I was naked, but unashamed.

“My turn, again,” I said. “Thank you, Donna.”

“My pleasure,” she said.

The way was clear, as far as I was concerned. Donna was naked and so was I. Eric’s half-hard cock was exposed for all to see. Jerry alone remained completely clothed.

“Jerry,” I announced. “Truth or dare?”

“I guess it’s only fair,” he said. “Dare.”

“Then strip,” I directed him.

“All the way?” he wanted to know.

“All the way,” I commanded.

And so it went. Jerry got undressed. Eric wore only his shirt. The dares continued into contact. Eric lost his shirt to Jerry’s dare. Then Eric ordered me to kiss Jerry. I told Donna to kiss my Eric. Donna told Jerry to suck my tits. Jerry ordered Eric to do the same to Donna. Eric made me hold Jerry’s cock for a full minute. I made Donna suck on Eric for the same amount of time. Donna made Jerry lick my cunt for another minute.

The last dare was to Donna, from her slightly drunk and thoroughly aroused husband..

“Choose one to blow while the other fucks you from behind.” She chose Jerry for the blowjob, and Eric got to fuck our neighbor’s wife.

“Fair’s fair,” Donna said, wiping her husband’s cum from her lips. “Lisa, you get to do the same.” The combination of drinks, ego, and the pure carnality of the moment clouded my judgment. Giving both men time to recuperate, we had consumed yet another pitcher of marguerites, and I had climbed across my husband, taking his limp member between my lips and sucking him hard once again.

Jerry thrust in me with a regular motion, neither hard nor soft, neither fast nor slow. It was a clock-work fucking, in and out with a tempo and intensity that was inevitable. As he pulled out I could expect his return with precision. My cunt muscles clamped on his cock involuntarily. I felt my orgasm building as Eric played with my tits while I bobbed my head on him, his cock sliding between my lips and bouncing off the back of my throat. As the wave crested within me I clasped my fingers around the base Eric’s cock, pumping him, willing him to spurt in my mouth as I climaxed. Yet, as I rushed over the top of my own orgasm, my hand clamped around him, preventing him from finishing with me. My god, I thought, what am I doing?

What I was doing was trying to extend the length of this unparalleled sensual experience of having two cocks at my disposal. As I panted, moaned and wept through my first orgasm of the night, I desperately yearned for others.

Jerry didn’t disappoint me. His regular thrusting kept things at an exceptional level of excitement. I realized he had come in his wife’s mouth just minutes earlier and would, undoubtedly, last longer as a result. Truly, though, I wanted it to go on forever. Another orgasm started to swell up inside me. My brain realized it was coming and sought it with desperation. I humped my hips against Jerry’s driving thrusts, seeking every stimulus his plunging cock could yenimahalle escort arouse in me.

Jerry started to groan. I hummed in response around Eric’s cock. My tongue lashed as the bottom of it, my fingers pumping furiously. I felt my muscles clamp around Jerry’s cock as another orgasm crashed through me. Eric called out, “I’m coming, baby!” I urged him onward, sucking him into me with all the strength I could summon. In the meantime, Jerry had clasped my hips and was pulling me backwards as he buried himself into the depths of my cunt. Eric’s first splash of hot come won the race. As I sucked and swallowed, I felt the first blast of Jerry’s ejaculation spurt inside me. My muscles clenched, then released rhythmically around Jerry’s member as I milked his seed out of him. Eric’s salty come slid easily down my throat. No doubt I moaned, or screamed, with my own orgasm. Frankly, I don’t remember. The overwhelming succession of pleasure had me literally seeing stars.

I released Eric’s member from my mouth first, desperately gasping for air. Jerry stayed buried within me. I savored the hot, damp, full sensation of having him inside me. I lowered my head to breathe, squeezing myself on him again and again. Finally, giving a large groan, I clasped him as strongly as a could for as long as I was able, then released him. Jerry fell back, his ass resting on his heels. I could feel his ejaculate oozing down my legs.

“I need a towel,” I gasped to no one in particular. Donna responded quickly, handing me a large, fluffy bath towel. I dabbed at the dampness inside my thighs, then tuck it between my legs to gather the rest of Jerry’s come as it escaped from within me. I sat on it, there on Jerry and Donna’s richly carpeted floor, trying to gather my wits.

Eric went and sat down next to Donna on the sofa. Jerry and I stayed on the floor.

“Well,” Jerry said. “That was fun. Now what?”

The room was quiet as we all took refuge in our thoughts. I tried to examine my emotions. I had just fucked my neighbor’s husband in her presence, and in the presence of my own husband. I had watched him do her. I looked for feelings of guilt. None there. Rejection? Certainly not. Humiliation? Nope. Jealousy? Not a hint.

“You know what I’m feeling?” I asked the room at large.

“What?” Jerry piped up.

“I’m feeling a sense of complete satisfaction and real joy,” I admitted. “I’ve just gotten expertly laid and I feel great!”

Eric laughed out loud. “You know what?” he said. “I feel pretty damned good, too.”

“Truth or dare, Donna?” I asked. “How are you feeling?”

“Truth,” she said, “watching the three of you has got me all hot and wet, again.”

“Eric?” I indicated the brunette sitting next to him.

“Who, me?” he said, aghast. “I’m used up, baby. It’s going to take me awhile to get fired up again.”

“Well, how about you, Jer,” I asked. “Can you quench the fire in your wife?”

“Not now, I can’t,” Jerry answered.

“Let’s do this, then,” I suggested. “Let’s get cleaned up, watch a movie or something, and then see how we all feel.”

The four of us had quick showers in the two bathrooms. We gathered in the den wrapped in towels. Jerry put on a movie, then joined me back on the floor, while Eric and Donna shared the couch.

When the movie was over, we paired up for the night. Eric and Donna went to the master bedroom, while Jerry and I took the guest room.

Jerry was a most attentive lover, I found. He kissed and licked virtually every inch of my body, saving the best parts for last. His suckling of my nipples was exquisite, causing shocks of passion to shoot through my body and dampen my pussy. He tongued me expertly down there, alternating between driving his tongue inside me, then teasing and tapping at my clitoris. I had three marvelous little orgasms before he raised himself over me, ready to penetrate.

His heat was intoxicating. It surrounded me as he held himself close above me, slowly entering my swollen, throbbing pussy. I felt his smooth hardness part me, then expertly slide into my slickly lubricated hole. As he bottomed out, I looked into his face to see the passion and lust in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful when you’re getting laid,” he told me. “Your face has this marvelous look of passion, yet contentment. You’re eyes are sparkling, and I love the way you bite your bottom lip as I penetrate you.”

“And I love the feel of having you inside me,” I admitted. “You fill me up with your smooth, hard heat. I want to clamp down on you there and never let you go.”

“Ah,” he said, “but if you did that, you wouldn’t get to feel this.” He slid partially out of me, sending marvelous sparkles of sensation throughout the lower part of my body. As he slid back in, the comfortable, warm feeling of fullness returned. And, so it went for what seemed like delicious hours until his thrusting quickened.

“I’m very close to coming,” he grunted in my ear. “I want you to come with me.”

I wrapped my legs around his thighs and concentrated on savoring the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me, rubbing against my clit, shockwaves of delight shooting through me. I concentrated on remembering that this wasn’t Eric who was penetrating me with such gentle passion, but Jerry, the neighbor, while remembering that my Eric was enjoying the same experience with his wife.

“They’re fucking across the hall,” I reminded Jerry urgently,” my husband and your wife. They’re feeling the same feelings we are. So, don’t hold back, lover. Fuck me hard and fast now. Make me come like Eric’s making your Donna come across the hall.”

The urging had a definite effect on Jerry. He began to slam his hips into mine, grunting with the exertion and making me gasp with the intensity. My hands found his hips and clawed them as he pounded away inside me. I felt the wave of my climax beginning to build, so I started clenching my cunt muscles on him.

“I’m cumming, Jerry,” I announced to him. “Don’t hold back now. Fuck me, Jerry. Fuck me hard!”

Jerry pounded into me with a fury that was exquisite. He gave six or seven mighty thrusts as I moaned my own climax into his ear, then buried himself as deeply in me as he could. My heels dug into his thighs, pulling him as close to me as possible. Then he groaned heavily and spurts of his hot come splashed inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing as he discharged his load. His previous orgasms of the night limited the quantity, but he continued to throb and pulse inside me after the spurting had stopped.

I could feel Jerry’s hot breath in my ear as he lay his head beside me. He continued to support himself on his elbows and knees while he panted after his exertion.

“Roll over, Jerry,” I urged, “so you can catch your breath.”

Jerry rolled off me, his cock sliding wetly out of my quim. I rolled to the side and put my leg across him, my left arm resting on his heaving chest. I lay my head on my arm and toyed with his short hair.

“I’m so glad we did this,” I told him. “I’m really going to enjoy fucking you.”

“Are you?” he asked. “You think this will continue?”

“As long as nobody fucks it up,” I answered. “You know, getting all jealous or possessive, or falling in love.”

“Ah, yes,” he said, his breathing returning to a more normal rate. “That would create some problems, wouldn’t it?”

“As long as we can keep this at enjoyable sex with, of course, mutual respect and affection, I don’t see why it can’t continue,” I told him.

“I would like very much for that to happen,” Jerry agreed.

We heard a sharp little scream from the other bedroom. Jerry chuckled.

“What’s up?” I asked him.

“Eric must have found her g-spot,” he answered. “She always screams like that when she has one of those g-spot orgasms.”

“You’re not jealous, are you?” I asked.

“You know what? I love Donna to distraction, I really do. Loving her like that means I want absolutely the best for her that can happen. She sounds like she’s having a wonderful time, right now, wouldn’t you agree?”

I agreed.

“Well, then,” he said, settling down in the bed, “that’s what I want for her; a wonderful, wonderful time.”

“Me, too,” I said.

“You, too, what?” he asked.

“I’m having a wonderful time, too.”

Jerry turned his head toward me and looked in my eyes. Then he kissed me gently on the forehead.

“Good,” he said.

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This tale is the third story in the tetralogy Mexican Bedtime Stories. “The Three Amigos” can be read on its own or as a sequel to (1) “The Mexican Stand-off” and (2) “Sugar Papito” and as a prequel to (4) “The Whole Enchilada”.

*

The Morning After

Monday. The eighth day of our Mexican holiday. I woke with a headache. A few too many drinks. I was dreaming. A strange dream. I was on a stage, nude, surrounded by a jazz trio who were also nude. Trumpet, trombone, and drummer. Was that Dizzy Gillespie? And the trombonist—oh my God, what a cock! They were wailing away while I danced and gyrated in frenzied abandonment. Chris, my husband, was in the audience, watching me, shouting encouragement. Weird.

But now I was awake, and my head pounded as I listened to some sort of creature scurrying back and forth over the palapa roof of our cabana. Chris, oblivious to the rooftop commotion, lay on his side in a semi-foetal position, his mouth open like a dying carp. I rested on my stomach, trying to stretch the small of my back by splaying a knee off to the side.

My foot brushed against the cool plastic cylinder, causing me to start before I realised that it was the vibrator.

“Yes, we got rather vigorous last night,” I reminded myself. The ache in my anus was further testimony to that.

Eventually, I rose, somewhat unsteady. The need for water hammered in my head, so I groped for a bottle, opened it and poured the liquid down my throat.

“Coffee. God, I need a cup—or three,” I quietly moaned.

I rummaged for my kimono, threw it on and glanced at my watch.

“Shit! Six-in-the-fucking morning,” I cried to myself.

I considered going back to bed in a quest for sleep, but I would’ve only tossed about and disturbed Chris’s slumber. I looked at him. The white bed sheet had slid off, exposing him, and a moony grin twitched on his lips while his eyelids fluttered. He moaned something, and then I noticed his hand cupping his erection. I shook my head. Unbelievable.

I padded into the bathroom, the tiles cool on my feet. The face in the mirror staring back at me was ghastly. I found my cotton pads and cleanser and started wiping my face, removing make-up. And dried cum. God, what a mess. But my hair looked OK; it was still up and had that tousled, just-been-fucked appearance. Only it wasn’t due to meticulous styling, but rather it was a telltale sign of last night’s spree. The dull ache in my pussy, courtesy of the vibrator and Chris’s cock simultaneously filling my cunt, was tolerable—dare I say, pleasant? But the pain in my ass was, well, a pain in the ass.

Coffee consumed my thoughts. I should’ve just jumped into the shower, but instead I continued removing the cum and make-up. Once I’d finished cleansing my face, I splashed it with cold water, fastened my kimono and went back to the bedroom to hunt for my sandals. I managed to locate one, but the second proved elusive. My search ended when my toe abruptly found a bed leg, causing me to hop in silent agony. Christ, what a start to the day!

I gave up searching for footwear and left the shack barefoot. Halfway down the path towards the restaurant, I realised that I wore only a flimsy kimono. “Fuck it,” I thought, “‘I need coffee.” Thankfully, the staff had arrived and the delectable aroma of brewing beans soothed my nerves as I approached the restaurant.

“Buenos Diaz, Señora,” greeted the man behind the bar. His name tag read “Tito”.

I replied as pleasantly as possible, but my dry, croaking voice didn’t fool him.

“Buenos Diaz, Señor. Coffee, por favor.”

“Si, Señora.” He poured me a cup and then asked, “Too much tequila, Señora?”

Tito’s question betrayed that I was a shambles. Resigned, I answered, “Si, mucho tequila.”

He grinned as he wiped the counter and then advised, “Señora, to kill the tequila from last night, you must drink more tequila this morning.”

Tito, chuckling at his own joke, then turned to Juan, his helper, to see whether his humour was being appreciated. His young co-worker, however, remained silent while eyeing me. His sullen stare made me uncomfortable, especially given that I was clad in only a scanty robe. Then I panicked.

“Shit! Is there dried cum in my hair?” I wondered with alarm.

My terror evaporated when I realised that Juan’s eyes were fixed on my chest, on my nipples jutting against the thin fabric. It was comical in a perverse way: I was relieved that he was ogling my tits. Let him look, so long as strewn sperm wasn’t the attraction. “God, just give me some coffee,” I silently begged.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Tito, but I think I’ll stick with coffee this morning. Actually… could I?” I asked, pointing at a carafe.

“Anything for Señora,” he said with a wink while filling the jug with coffee.

“Muchos gracias, Señor,” I smiled. I then took my cup and carafe and retreated to the restaurant patio to be alone, conscious that they were examining my bum and legs as I walked away. They spoke in what I assumed sıhhiye escort was Mayan, and then a couple of brief earthy guffaws rang out. No doubt it was a joke at my expense—the scantily clad, hung over gringa. But then another small panic attack gripped me.

“Please don’t let anything run out and down my thigh. Please?”

My pleas answered, I made it without springing a leak and, in a corner of the patio, sat on a wooden chair. But my anus was still tender, so I moved to a nearby cushioned seat. I then settled in and gulped down three cups in succession. The coffee worked its magic, clearing my head of cobwebs and letting me think.

I finished my fourth cup, got up and, lost in my thoughts, wandered down to the shoreline. It was empty. I plopped myself onto a beach chair and stared at the water.

“Why did I tell Chris that story?” I asked myself in puzzlement. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t, yet at the first opportunity I caved in and sang like a canary—or did I actually cackle like a crow?” My self-esteem had hit rock bottom that morning.

“How did it get so out of control yesterday? Why did I share that slutty little secret? Why?” I questioned anxiously.

*

The Previous Day

The previous day had started well enough. It was another day in paradise, lying nude on the beach and exchanging stories with my husband. It was only several days ago that I’d finally succumbed to Chris’s prying about my single days and described a racy one-night stand. Then, a few days later I’d told Chris about my time with Doug, an older married man whom I saw for about six months for casual sex. And Chris had received my revelations well. He loved my stories, and his reactions to them were adorable, resulting in frequent steamy sex.

To augment my lustfulness, I had, during the first few days of our vacation, worn beachwear consisting of a series of meagre thongs while going topless. But the last few days I’d finally raised my nerve and started wearing nothing on the beach. Coupled with the Brazilian wax I’d undergone just before our trip, the effect of being so totally exposed in front of numerous strangers had my libido aflame.

So, yesterday began more or less like the previous days of our holiday. That day, I decided to wear a thick waist chain that I normally reserved for bedroom romps. Chris certainly approved, and I adored how the metal links rested on my hips and especially the strand of chain that hung down my thigh, bringing coquettish attention to my waxed vulva.

While we lay nude on the sand late that morning, Chris asked me if I’d ever had sex on a beach with someone other him. I had, of course; but I decided to tease him by telling him about a special day he and I once shared.

“Eighteen years ago? While we were married?” quizzed Chris while trying to hide his worry.

“Yes. We were married. He was so nasty with me, wonderfully nasty. Did all sorts of things to me.”

“Did he? Like what?”

“Well, fucked me silly, for one. But other things, too.”

“Like?”

“He put fruit in my pussy and then fed it to me.”

“What a pervert!” exclaimed Chris, knowing now that I was talking about him. Nonetheless, he kept playing along by asking, “What kind of fruit?”

“Yes, but he was a delightful pervert. Strawberries and sliced up pears. He also rubbed an iced bottle of wine against my pussy. Said he wanted to cool me down, but that actually made me hotter.”

“That does seem deviant. What else did this freak do?”

“He ate my pussy throughout the day. Would fuck it, then eat it, then fuck it some more. Had me suck his cock too. Once, he came on my face and then he licked it clean.”

“Now that’s sick. How many times did this pervert fuck you that day?”

“God, I don’t know; I lost count. But at the end of the day, after all that fucking, I showed him my pussy—opened it wide for him. He went wild and dragged me to the surf, fucked me one last time, really pounding me, ’til I saw stars. I asked him afterwards what set him off. He said it was the sight of his cum bubbling in my cunt.”

Chris moaned and sighed, “Well, I could see how that turned him on.”

“Oh, it did.”

Chris lay on his stomach, obviously hard, and pressed for more.

“So he pumped your cunt full of cum that day, did he?”

“He did. In fact, I think he got me pregnant that day.”

Chris grinned, “Hmm, the timing does seem right.”

“It does.”

Chris shuffled over to me, staying on his stomach, snuggled against me and, after a tender kiss, whispered, “God, I think of that day often, baby. And I’m so glad that you do too. I get so hard when I think about it.”

I was about to tell him that my pussy gushed at the thought of it, when Brigitte’s heavily French-accented voice sang out.

“Allo, look at the lovebirds!”

Chris froze while I giggled and stood to greet her, exchanging kisses on each cheek a la française. Our breasts brushed when tandoğan escort we pecked, and my nipples perked from the brief contact. I dismissed my reaction as involuntary, no more meaningful than my nipples puckering due to cold.

Brigitte, the woman to whom a few days earlier I’d rather rudely shown my backside, had become our new tanning partner. She had approached us two days ago and, in her delightful French accent, simply asked if she could tan with us, explaining that she was travelling on her own and was reluctant to tan in the nude by herself. Chris, I sensed, was agreeable, but I wasn’t so keen. I hadn’t forgotten the first time I saw her and how she looked at Chris—and at me—so I wasn’t sure I wanted to venture in that direction.

However, I gave in, and to my delight, Brigitte had a keen sense of tact and seemed to know when to hangout with us and when to make herself scarce. In short time, I’d actually become fond of her and looked forward to our walks and chats. And, truth be told, tanning nude with a relative stranger did possess a titillating aspect.

When she tanned with us, she would always lie next to me, placing me between herself and Chris. She was chatty with both of us, yet never flirted with either Chris or me; nonetheless, there was a wonderful sexual tension whenever she joined us on the beach.

She was short—no more than five feet three—blonde and curvy. She carried herself proudly, with an air bordering on arrogance, but it suited her. Her upright walk drew attention to her round, heavy breasts tipped with large, dark areolae. She was well tanned, and the sun seemed to have brought out numerous large dark freckles, giving her skin a sexy leopard-like appearance.

Brigitte dropped her beach bag and sat next to me. She wore a full red bikini bottom, nothing else. She then, with much hand waving and animation, told us about her snorkelling trip. I listened to her captivating oo-la-la voice with amusement but paid greater attention to her facial expressions than to her words. Chris expressed amazement at the size of the barracuda that she described, although his eyes seemed more amazed with Brigitte’s tits.

After a while, a breeze came up. Chris told us he was going for a sail on the Hobie cat; were either or both of us interested? Chris tended to push the limits of the boat, and I wasn’t in the mood for an ocean adventure. So I declined, as did Brigitte, but she added, “Catherine and I will go for a walk.”

After Chris left, Brigitte and I chatted for a bit before she asked, “Shall we?”

“Yes,” I said and grabbed my bottoms to begin sliding them on.

“No, Catherine. Let us walk au naturel today.”

And with that, she peeled off her bikini bottom. Right away, I noticed that she had, since yesterday, trimmed and shaved a good deal of her pubic hair, leaving only a small, thick triangle on her mound above her slit. Below that, it appeared she had removed all her hair.

“Oh my, you look very nice! This should be fun,” I giggled.

My pussy was still smooth and bare from the wax treatment that I’d endured just prior to our trip, so she and I were going to make quite a pair. So off we went, with Brigitte wearing only a sun visor and me clad in a floppy hat and thick waist chain that hung loosely around my hips.

For someone who was concerned about tanning on her own, Brigitte certainly had a devil-may-care attitude regarding her nudity. As we strolled, she was totally at ease and conversed with me as if we were dressed for a day of shopping. At first I was conscious of walking along the shore, nude, and of the ogling men, but soon I forgot about our state of undress and became absorbed in chatting with Brigitte.

During our walk, I discovered that she was forty-four years old and recently divorced. Her ex, to whom she’d been married for ten years, had built a successful restaurant business but had developed a taste for the younger waitresses whom he employed. Brigitte tried to put up with it but in the end filed for divorce, receiving a generous settlement when all was said and done. This trip was her way of treating herself for putting up with her ex-husband’s philandering for the last few years.

After about a forty-five minute stroll, we arrived back at our spot. Chris was still out sailing. Brigitte and I sat and chatted a little more. However, she shocked me by sitting cross-legged, facing me, giving me a clear view of her vulva. I was taken aback and tried keeping my eyes on hers, but I kept returning my gaze to her pussy. Because of the insouciant way in which she sat, I saw, for the first time, her intimate bits in detail. Unlike my pussy, her petals were thin and small, girlish, and usually hidden by her dark outer labia. My eyes, despite myself, continually darted to her bared cunt.

Finally, she acknowledged my scrutiny by saying, “It feels so nice and sexy. I liked how yours looked,” pointing with her nose at my smooth crotch, “so I decided to tunalı escort try.” With that, she briefly rubbed her pussy.

I don’t know what overcame me, but I unfolded my legs from beneath me and sat facing her with my feet and thighs wide apart. So here I was on a public beach—albeit a nude one—displaying my cunt for the second time in the space of several days to this woman whom I hardly knew.

She seemed at ease with what I’d done and stared at my pussy while faintly smiling, finally whispering, “You are very beautiful.”

“So are you,” I replied weakly but truthfully.

Suddenly, she looked at her watch.

“Mon Dieu! My massage!”

She leaned forward, placed a hand on each of my widened knees and, after two quick pecks of my cheeks, whispered, “Au revoir. See you tomorrow.”

With that, she slipped into her sundress, quickly adjusted her boobs, scrunched up her bikini bottoms, stuffed them into her beach bag and scampered off.

I watched her walk away, and after about thirty paces she turned and waved. I waved back, at which point she continued her hurried journey to the massage facilities.

Wow. I was in a tizzy. My head reeled while I tried to make sense of what had just happened.

However, I didn’t have long to think as Chris had returned with drinks for both of us. I gulped at the pina colada, hoping the alcohol would steady my nerves.

When I regained my composure, I inquired about his sail, and he, in turn, about my walk. I recounted our conversation, but I didn’t mention what had just transpired between Brigitte and me. I wouldn’t have known what to say, “Oh, we had a nice walk, and then Brigitte and I examined each other’s oyster”?

Chris was in an expansive mood and began, bit by bit, exciting me with tales about his times with Jennifer, a girl he dated when he was in his early twenties. I welcomed the distraction and soon listened with keen interest to his lustful adventures.

One time, he told me, while travelling by train, he and Jennifer ducked into the washroom for a quickie. Once inside, however, it turned into a prolonged session, with Jennifer seated spread-eagled on the edge of the sink while Chris stood and fucked her. Finally, when they’d finished and put themselves together, Jennifer cracked open the toilet door to see, to her horror, a line of people. At first, they thought that the queue was for the toilet, but then they realised that the train had stopped. They were in a station—their station! Quickly, they piled out of the washroom to a mixture of chuckles, cat calls and indignant scolding and scurried to retrieve their luggage. According to Chris, they barely made it off the train before it chugged out of the station.

He had a lot of stories about Jennifer.

“Did you love her?” I asked.

He paused and smiled.

“Yes, I did. I loved her very much.”

I reached out to stroke his face. I understood him. That first intense love affair in which sex elevates itself to mystical heights is so very special.

“What about you, Catherine? Tell me about someone you loved,” Chris asked. “Tell me about that guy in university whom you dated. What’s-his-name? John?”

I smiled remembering an incident vaguely similar to the one Chris had just described.

“Yes, John. I saw John off and on for about five years. We got along well together, and the sex was superb, but both of us were curious—curious about sex with other people. We’d been steady for about the first three years, and everything was good, but I just felt that I was too young to be tying myself down. I think John would’ve been happy staying together, but he was a true friend, so we remained in touch. Although both of us were playing the field, every now and then we’d get together for sex.

“Interestingly, it seemed as if our sex got wilder once we parted. Once, I ran into him one afternoon in the student union building. We talked for a bit, and then he asked if I wanted to get high with him. I had no classes for the rest of the day, so I said, ‘Sure,’ and followed him into an empty conference room where we shared a joint.

“Well, one thing led to another, and we started kissing. The pot had made me horny. I went braless a lot in those days, and I didn’t object when he started squeezing my tits. God, it felt good, especially when he undid the buttons of my blouse and started sucking my nipples. The next thing I knew, he lifted me onto the large conference table and stripped off my jeans. Soon, I was on my back on the table, wearing only an undone blouse, while John gave my pussy a very thorough tongue bath. And the excitement was intensified by the fact that there was no lock on the door—anyone could’ve walked in! I had an amazing orgasm, and then John mounted and entered me on the big conference table. I was so horny; I was soaking!

“We screwed for what seemed an eternity, rocking and banging on tabletop. John just kept slamming into me, harder and harder until he finally came, squirting what seemed like a quart inside me! After cuddling for a while, we sat up, and his cum spilled out of me onto the table. We looked at the puddle of sperm, then at each other and started laughing hysterically. Both of us were so high that we thought that this was the funniest thing that we’d ever seen. Finally, paranoia took over, so we hurriedly dressed and left. Crazy days.”

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First of all, thanks to everyone who voted and commented on the first chapter of this sequel series. I’m glad so many people looked forward to returning to this world.

For those of you missing the poker, like the first series it takes a little while to show up, but it’ll be here.

This chapter may feel a bit like filler. Full disclosure, I wrote most of it intending for the story to move in one direction but then I pulled back. I still feel like it helps to outline how the three girls’ relationship works and I thought it was a hot scene so I kept most of it, but it doesn’t really move the story forward. If you want to just read the story portion, it’s moved forward a bit after the “* * * * *” interlude.

As always, the story tags will outline specifics if the category tag is too broad for you.

And ratings and comments are always appreciated

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Cyn led the two girls to the club after getting out of the Mercedes sedan. The building they moved toward had a brick front with recessed glass doors that were roped off and guarded by two suited men of impressive height and build. Despite that, and the line of people that numbered at least fifty, Cyn walked directly up to the door. After an exchange of exactly two words, the man opened the rope.

“Hey come on!” a girl in the front protested.

Cyn turned her gaze on the woman. She was shorter than Cyn by a few inches, but still taller than Syl, with a head of long dark hair and large dark eyes around a light but well tanned oval-shaped face. A silver mini-dress was pulled tight around a body with defined abs, wide hips, and a bust that was smaller than Cyn’s but still impressive; probably large B- or C-cups at Victoria’s Secret. She’d gone out in just the dress, meaning Cyn could easily pinpoint the location of the girl’s nipples. She shrank back a bit as Cyn forced eye contact, but she didn’t look away.

Cyn quickly scanned the front and it seemed like the girl was here with a couple of her friends. She glanced at Robin and Syl, who shrugged and nodded respectively, already sensing Cyn’s angle. She walked up to the girl.

“You want to come in now?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

The girl looked a bit nervous, but she stood up a bit straighter and said, “Damn right; I’ve been waiting for half an hour and it’s getting cold.”

“You want to come in with us?” Cyn asked, indicating the other two girls.

“Can I?” the girl asked.

“You realize the amount of power and influence I have with the owner to be able to walk in like this?” Cyn pressed her, “Do you know how many limits are placed on me when I go into that club? There aren’t a lot. I plan to have a lot of fun and some people can’t keep up. I’m not going to keep someone around who can’t keep up.”

She seemed cautious but Cyn could sense a small amount of excitement. “What…what exactly do you mean?” she asked.

“It means you’ll be with us, and we’re going to fully enjoy ourselves. Or you can just wait…” she looked over at the bouncer, who mumbled a number, “Another twenty minutes or so and just go in with your friends. So what do you think? Do you want to wait with them, or do you want to come in under my…care?”

The girl looked over at her friends. One of them looked like she wanted to stop the girl, the other seemed annoyed, though Cyn couldn’t tell if it was at her friend considering the offer or at Cyn’s attitude. The girl looked back with what Cyn thought was a bit of false confidence and said, “Let’s go.”

“What’s your name?”

“Angela,” she said.

Cyn nodded and grabbed her wrist, rather than her hand, towing her along as she entered the club.

Though it wasn’t advertised outside, the name of the club was Palazzo and it was one of the worst kept secrets on the Veretrum campus. The owner wasn’t wealthy on the level of anyone who sent their children to the school, but he was a shrewd enough businessman to find himself a niche. Entaxos, the city Veretrum campus was technically located in, was a failed industrial suburb of a much larger city thirty miles away. When manufacturing dried up as an industry, it limped along with mostly blue collar and immigrant populations that either tried to get their children better opportunities so they could move out, or forced them to perpetuate the cycle.

Not only did the city not enjoy any benefits usually present in a “college town,” one of the stipulations most parents agreed to and insisted on was that Veretrum would do everything in its power to prevent the city from contacting or influencing their children and vice versa. Of course, most of the staff the school hired to enforce the separation, mostly security and drivers, tended to come from the same city, and the wealth disparity between the students and the citizens meant a generous tip from one of the students could buy the cooperation of anyone around.

The club owner caught on to this reality and put the word out that his club could offer what a lot of kızılay escort the students were looking for. Even in a desire for rebellion, most of the students realized that if they actually went looking for a “rough, authentic” experience in the city, their best case scenario would be stumbling back to campus with bruises, a bloodstream full of dangerous drugs, and probably something they picked up having sex, up to and including a pregnancy. Palazzo offered an exclusive VIP option with secure booths and as much separation from the local population as the students desired.

But at the bare minimum it offered a location with no school rules, no internet, and no recording devices that might produce problematic images or recordings. At least, not if you paid the associated fee…It was named after Lord Byron’s residence after all.

Cyn had visited the place a few times the previous semester thanks to Bill, Syl’s fiancée; he introduced it as a place to go when his and Syl’s experiments with BDSM went beyond what could be accommodated or hidden on campus. Not that Palazzo had a dungeon playroom, but they had a few amenities that otherwise required complicated furniture. With Cyn, Robin, and Syl all living in an apartment Cyn guessed they’d need it less often this year, but the apartment was still Veretrum property and there were only so many modifications they would allow.

Cyn had Angela walk in front of her, with Syl taking the lead. Syl had on a tight, white, lacy dress with squared shoulders and covered all the way up to her neck with a high collar. The formal effect was countered by the lace being mostly transparent; if she wore anything but nude undergarments they showed through blatantly, and if she went without any her nipples, at least, were plainly visible. It was also scandalously short at the bottom, barely reaching below her crotch.

Robin had chosen a more active, modern look featuring tight leather pants and a backless halter that effectively acted as a bra with no support; it left her midriff bare, showing off her finely toned stomach, and if she did anything but stand straight up at least part of her breasts were visible.

Cyn herself had opted for a wine red dress she called her triangle dress. The top covered her back but wide fabric strips came over her shoulders and met at the waist, leaving her skin bare from neck to navel and preventing her from wearing a bra, meaning she had to be careful how vigorously she moved or one of her girls would jump cover. Ordinarily a woman with her chest wearing the dress would employ tape, but doing that was only necessary when it was expected the dress would be worn for a while. The bottom had ultra-high slits on both sides. Were she a gymnast, she’d be able to do a full split without tearing the dress or ruining her modesty. On the other hand, the slits allowed for absurdly easy access to key areas of her body.

The outer perimeter of the club had a vaguely Italian feel, with white marble and tan stonework with potted plants dotted around. Beyond that it followed the pattern of most clubs, with an expansive dance floor done in black and multiple bars around the perimeter. The Italian motif continued with the furniture, with mostly chaise lounges and sofas with the deep recessed buttons on them and wooden construction.

Syl led them up a wide staircase only a short distance from the entrance, avoiding the main floor entirely. It was only eleven so the club wasn’t as packed as it could have been, showing that the wait Angela had been enduring was partially artificial. Once they got to the top of the stairs, a pretty server with dark hair in a bun and a tight black dress held out a padded case where the girls all set their cell phones. Angela seemed hesitant but followed the group. After that the server opened the door to their private room.

The room had very plush carpet; at least half of most of the girls’ heels sunk into it, and all of them ditched their footwear almost immediately. One whole wall of the room was essentially a couch that faced a glass wall with a view of the dance floor. The room was about ten feet wide and twice that long with recessed lighting and black walls. There was five by five foot area in front of the glass made of smooth black stone with some metal circles set into it to act as a dance floor.

Cyn turned to the server. “Two shots of tequila for all of us and then some fruity drinks with kick to follow. Water bottles as well, of course. Whoever you have for male talent around will work as long as he’s recommended and sized well.”

“Yes miss,” the server said.

Cyn glanced at Angela quickly. “Let whoever you need to know there may be a brown tarp situation,” she said.

The server nodded. “Is that all you need?”

Cyn looked at the server’s face. She’d heard something in her tone and could see a hint of hope. “Are you making yourself available?” Cyn asked pointedly.

“If…if you could use me,” the girl said. maltepe escort

“Oh I definitely could Linda” Cyn replied, “Stick around once the talent arrives.”

Cyn sat imperiously on the couch and gestured for the girls to join her. “Drinks and entertainment are en route,” she said.

Robin dropped onto the couch next to her and Cyn had to resist the urge to reach past her lover’s laughably inadequate shirt to play. She’d let both minor and major frustrations fester in her mind all day and she’d worked herself up, but she wanted to save her energy. Syl used her meek charm to interrogate their borrowed member and grill her about her experiences. The shots arrived first and round one was swallowed by the girls almost before the tray stopped wobbling on the table. As they geared up for round two, Cyn overheard that Angela had only been to the club once before and wasn’t able to stay long due to a mix-up with a now ex-boyfriend and was between lovers. She was taking a year off from college but was doubtful her parents would be able to pay for one, so she was working her way through a few jobs to build up money for a community college. Cyn graciously dedicated the second round of shots to the girl’s efforts to improve her lot.

Syl had barely gotten to the discussion of the girl’s desired major when their entertainment arrived. Sanjay walked in and kissed each girl’s hand in courtly fashion, drawing appreciative smirks from the Veretrum students and an awed blush from Angela as Linda handed them their cocktails. Sanjay did something to a control panel on the wall and three thick metal gold poles rose from the black dance floor. After they locked into the ceiling he removed his shirt and pants, leaving him in tight boxer-brief style shorts that came to the middle of his thigh and showed off his impressively muscled and toned body. He wasn’t overly built like a bodybuilder, but he was fit enough to display a six pack and tracing his major muscle groups was easy, even if there weren’t three inch valleys between them.

Sanjay set those muscles to rippling with an elaborate pole dancing routine where he frequently switched from one pole to another without touching the ground, straining his arms and core to make them slow and fluid movements. He started off looking at Cyn but she directed his attention to Angela. Cyn could see Angela getting worked up; she was leaning forward watching him, her nipples looked like they wanted to carve their way out of her top, and she was rubbing her thighs together while one of her hands kept starting to move toward her crotch, then backing off.

Cyn pulled Robin over and ran her hand down her lover’s neck. At some point after they entered the room, Robin had slipped her collar on. Cyn finally let her hand snake into Robin’s shirt, then slipped her fingers through the tight pants to Robin’s pussy.

“Oh my little horny slut is all worked up watching that man dance on the poles, isn’t she?”

“Oh fuck yes,” Robin said, then stopped herself and got a fearful look in her eyes as Cyn grabbed her chin and slowly turned her head to look at her.

“Mistress I’m sorry I-”

Cyn cut her off with a deep kiss. “Does my poor Robin need a cock?”

“I…” Robin hesitated.

Cyn pulled her hand out and trapped Robin’s wrists. “Tell me the truth, Robin, or I’ll make sure you don’t have a single orgasm until Sunday.”

“I would like to be fucked by a cock, mistress.”

“Good girl,” Cyn said, “If you can get Sanjay’s cock up Angela’s ass before midnight, you can fuck him. But you have to call me over before he starts. I’m putting the girl in your hands.”

Robin nodded and practically leaped off the couch. She went over and knelt down in front of Angela, grabbed her hands, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. She pulled back with a mischievous grin while Angela looked a bit shell shocked. Cyn was willing to bet her hormones and the alcohol were just starting to override Angela’s equilibrium. Angela looked over to Syl, who gave her an encouraging nod, then let Robin lead her up to Sanjay, who was now simply posing next to one of the poles; he was a veteran of the Palazzo and knew what these rooms were for, and why the Veretrum students got them; he wasn’t primarily there for dancing. Robin only had to give him a subtle head nod and he stepped forward to give Angela a deep kiss while pulling her completely against his body. Her hands started tracing every part of his anatomy, one of them becoming fixated on the package he still had stored away under his boxers. He leaned in and gave her another kiss, eventually trailing down to her neck. He had her so enraptured she barely flinched when Robin stepped up behind her and started raising her dress. Robin pinched her top to expose her own breasts and soon Angela was standing in just a thong, her head resting between Robin’s breasts as Sanjay’s mouth began exploring her chest, with Robin helpfully holding her breasts up for him to mamak escort devour.

“Pet!” Cyn snapped. She briefly worried that Syl hadn’t donned her own collar, but Syl came over, her pale slender neck adorned with the gold choker that dictated their relationship.

“Sit on my lap,” Cyn commanded.

She swept aside the front of her dress to reveal a dildo strapped into a strategic position. It wasn’t worryingly large, but it featured a clit stimulator. At the moment it seemed to be facing the wrong way, but Cyn had Syl face away from her as she hiked up the bottom of her dress and settled herself gingerly onto the dildo. She moved too slow for Cyn, who grabbed her hips and slammed her down. Syl let out a small cry and Cyn let her catch her breath. Then she crooked a finger at Linda.

Linda walked over with a conflicted expression on her face. Cyn could tell Linda was trying to stay professional, but the atmosphere was getting to her. Cyn bet Linda would start crying if she merely ordered a water. She motioned for Linda to lean down so she wouldn’t have to shout, then captured her in a kiss when she was close enough. Linda responded immediately, her tongue trying to jump down Cyn’s throat and explore. While she was being kissed, Cyn surreptitiously manipulated the controller she had in her garter belt and Syl tensed up; the dildo had a writhing head to it and it was now grinding itself against every inch of Syl’s pussy while the nub rubbed her clit.

“How ‘in’ do you want to be with this?” Cyn asked, “Just tell me, don’t worry about being the server.”

“I’d be perfectly fine taking the blonde’s place,” Linda confessed, indicating Syl, who was starting to move on her own accord as the dildo did its work. The movements were also grinding the base into Cyn’s pleasure centers. That combined with her newfound power over Linda was working her up fast.

“How do you feel about sub/dom play?” Cyn asked.

“Whatever you need. Just…” Linda started then paused.

“Say it,” Cyn said.

“I so desperately want to play with your tits,” Linda confessed.

Cyn smiled and nodded down to her own chest. Linda almost reverently pushed the fabric of Cyn’s dress aside to lovingly fondle Cyn’s D-cups, adding to Cyn’s arousal. She knew she had to lay some ground rules before she lost control.

“Pet! You are under orgasm obligation tonight. My new friend Linda is taking very good care of me,” Cyn said, gently pulling Linda forward to suck on one of her nipples, “Every time you cum, you owe her two orgasms. You may want to be careful how much you give in.”

“Yes…Mistress,” Syl said. Cyn had intentionally waited until Syl worked herself up on the dildo; she’d been close when Cyn spoke and now she was faced with the challenge of staving off her own orgasm while a dildo was going to town in her pussy.

Meanwhile, Linda was clearly no stranger to worshipping a woman’s breasts. One of her hands was marvelously manhandling Cyn’s nipple while her mouth did wonderful things to the other. Cyn desperately reached up and pulled Syl’s ass down against her, driving the base of the dildo into her clit. That set off her first orgasm, which made her buck into Syl.

“Mistresssssss!” Syl wailed as her own first orgasm overtook her.

Linda looked up at Cyn questioningly. “Well?” Cyn said, “My pet owes you two orgasms. How do you want them?”

“I’d love to be eaten out,” Linda confessed.

“Get yourself a chair,” Cyn said. Linda quickly found a plush bar chair, pulled up her own dress and removed her black underwear, revealing a trimmed pussy and neat ebony landing strip, both positively glistening from arousal. Cyn sat up a bit straighter, making it easier for Syl to lean forward and dive between Linda’s legs, and giving Cyn a clear view of the stage for the first time in a while.

Sanjay used one of the poles for leverage while he plowed into Angela from behind. He was doing a bit of a half squat to accomplish it because Anglea was partially upright; her legs were open in an inverted V with locked knees, and she held onto Robin for support, her head resting on one of Robin’s breasts. Robin rubbed her head like someone coaching a woman through childbirth, saying “That’s it girl, keep going, take that cock. Yeah, come on, you gonna cum again? Are you? Try for it, go on, do it!”

Angela turned and wailed into Robin’s chest as Robin and Sanjay shared a smile over the girl’s back. Robin made some quiet but obvious hand signals to Sanjay and they slowly pulled Angela off of his cock. Sanjay then effortlessly turned her around and lifted her up as he stood, settling her back down onto his cock. He still used the pole for support, and Anglea’s arms and legs went around him as she held on while he continued to pound her. He and Robin shared a kiss over Angela’s shoulder and then Robin briefly whispered in Angela’s ear before dropping down into her own squat.

“Oh no, I haven’t…I don’t…” Angela protested as Sanjay spread her ass cheeks and Robin’s breath trailed over her backside. Her protest devolved to moans when Robin dove in with her tongue. Sanjay slowed his pace to prevent as much bouncing, not wanting to risk Robin’s nose getting broken by Angela’s tailbone coming down on it. Robin had one hand on Angela for balance and she used another hand to fondle Sanjay’s balls.

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The Surrogate Host: It’s All About Business

Ring

“This is Larry.”

“Larry, it’s Shannon. Are you coming to my party?”

“Pamela is in Washington. So, if I do, I’ll be alone. Who’s coming to help me get over my absent Congressional spouse?”

“Maybe me. Really, my idiot husband decided he didn’t want to help so he is heading off to Vegas. I am so pissed. Would you help me host?”

“Well if you want me to be the substitute host I want host privileges.”

“What are host privileges?”

Let me share a bit of history. Shannon and I have known each other for almost ten years. My wife is a member of the US House of Representatives and is in Washington a good bit of the time. Pamela and I have an agreement regarding extra-curricular sexual activities. Basically, have fun, be discreet.

We have socialized with Shannon and her ‘idiot’ husband on occasion. He has tried to put the moves on Pamela but she has absolutely no interest in him. Actually, he is a pompous ass.

Shannon and I have flirted (nothing serious on my part). I have shown her some attention that her husband does not. She has taken this to mean that I am interested. She has some potential but has been put down so much by hubby that she has little self-esteem. A very vulnerable woman. Shannon is in her mid-fifties, quite petite. About 5’2, 110 pounds with shoulder length light brown hair. Cute, maybe? Nicely padded lips, lips you could feel around your cock. She tries to look younger with the GAP clothes she wears and her hairstyle and makeup.

“As the surrogate host, I get all the privileges that your husband has, like picking out your clothes for the evening.”

“You’d really do that and help me?”

“Absolutely!”

“OK.”

“Now that we have your role defined, who is coming – pardon the pun. I want to know what the odds are for an old guy like me to score.”

“Well, everyone is single except one couple that started seeing each other exclusively. Then there is Margie, probably as horny as ever; Jonathan who is very artsy and probably gay. You know Thom, as boring as ever. Tami – I think she is finally over her last divorce. Oh, one more couple. I think they are swingers, yech.”

“And the dress code for pre-New Years Eve is…?”

“Casual, jeans,”

“Shannon, no, no, no. Dress is sexy, flirty, and classy. Call them now and get that corrected. I don’t do slobs.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I do adore such good students. I may not have to take you over my knee.”

“I’m sorry. Please.”

“OK. The party starts at 8, I’ll be there by 4. Bye.”

The day of the party came. I showered, dressed in some black, Italian slacks, sock less loafers and a black silk shirt. Grabbed a red and black silk smoking jacket and a nicely wrapped gift for my hostess.

Ding, dong.

The door opened and there was Shannon wearing a short, blue leather skirt and a multi-colored cashmere sweater. She grabbed me, pulled me into the house while giving me a passionate French kiss.

She said, “I am so happy to see you. I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“This is for you, but we’ll get into that later. As for ‘coming’ that is up to you. Let’s get started with the bar set up, appetizers and a play area.”

We spent about an hour on that and everything was ready for the guests. There was a dark, intimate dance floor, slow, sexy or should I say ‘saxy’ music, couches surrounding the dance floor.

Finished, I said, “Ok, my sweet, let’s get you ready. Take me to your boudoir.”

She led me to their bedroom. “Where is the bath?”

We went into the bath. There was a nice deep tub. I started the water running.

“Strip.”

“But, I, but.”

“I have host privileges.”

She walked back to the bedroom, unzipping her skirt while kicking off her loafers. Next she pulled off her multi-colored top. She stood before me in a white bra, pantyhose and white panties. Shannon looked at me quizzically.

“Didn’t your OB/GYN ever tell you that the vagina has to breathe? You’ll get yeast infections if you keep everything covered that way.”

She unclipped her front hook bra and let it drop to the floor.

“Very nice,” I said, as I flicked at a nipple with my finger-tips.

She grabbed the pantyhose and panties at the waist and peeled them down, backing toward the bed to sit down and take them off.

“The bush has to go.”

“How will I explain that to Les?”

We walked back to the tub. I felt the water. Perfect. She held on to my arm and lowered herself into the tub. I went to the bedroom to get some bubble bath and to the kitchen where I filled a flute with a dry champagne.

I put the bubble bath in the tub and held out the flute.

“You treat me so well,” she said.

Shannon never had children, her breasts were firm and well shaped. No scars.

She enjoyed her ‘mini-spa’ treatment. I helped her out and helped towel her off.

Back to the bedroom. I told her to lie down on the heated bath towel and to lift her knees and spread her legs. She complied, ofise gelen escort saying, “Take me.”

I put sensitive skin shaving cream on her bush. Taking off the hair and being very careful around her labia, she started squirming and moaning. More so as I rubbed Aloe Vera near her cunt lips,

I took advantage of her openness and bent to touch her clit with my tongue. She came off the bed with a screaming orgasm. I sat on the bed and held her until the post climax whimpering subsided.

“Wow, a first time for everything. Where were you when I was auditioning? I want your cock, fuck me.”

“Later. We must dress you. It’s 7:30.”

She went to her dresser.

“No. Come here, open the box. Everything you need is in there.”

She ripped open the box. There was a dress and heels. What more does a girl need?

“No underwear?”

“Nope. Commando tonight.”

She slipped on the backless dress with lots of cleavage. Next she slipped on the heels.

“Perfect.” The back went down to the cleft. The skirt was about three inches above the knee.

“Bend over.” The bodice dropped down so that an almost blind person could see the curve of her breasts and the erect, pink nipples.

“I can’t go out dressed like a slut.”

“Come here.”

She did and I put on a choker on her then ran my hand up her skirt. I message her clit to another orgasm. I whispered into her ear, “Do you want the spanking in front of the whole group? Touch up your makeup. The show must go on.”

The doorbell rang. We walked to the door.

We greeted the guests. For the most part they were well dressed. The guys’ eyes widened when they saw the ‘new’ Shannon.

“Where’s Lester? Who’s he?” Were some of the questions.

Shannon quickly replied, “My idiot husband decided to go to Las Vegas. Maybe he is suffering from a midlife crises and needs to find some 18 year old to make him feel like a stud. This is Larry. A really interesting kind of guy. He dabbles in all sorts of stuff. Get to know him. I know I am getting to know him better. He has made me feel like a wanted or is it a wanton, sexy woman. Anyway he said he would help me host.”

“Ok, the bar is open. Name it, it is yours. We have planned some fun. If you don’t want to join in, head off to the library and read a book, or go home.” Said I.

We headed off to the bar area and I started mixing drinks. Martini’s heavy on the gin or vodka and light on the Vermouth. Long Island Ice Teas, Margarita’s and Shannon joined me in some Dom Perignon.

People were lightening up; conversation was flowing; they were interacting; getting cozy with one another and even touching.

“Wow,” Shannon said to me as she ‘violated’ my space, “This is the best party ever and it just started.”

I slipped my hand past the waist band of her dress and squeezed her bare ass. She looked up at me, hungrily.

I refilled some drinks and said, “I am going to dim the lights, put the music on. I want to see everyone dancing – with someone they don’t know well.”

The two ‘attached’ men raced up to Shannon. They were really horny for her. Maybe, even fantasizing.

The music was the sweet, sexy sax of Candy Dulfer. I dimmed the lights and watched as the dancers blended into each other.

Each ten minutes I called, “Change partners.’

After the third switch I turned up the lights and said, “Your drinks are freshened. Enjoy the hors d’oeuvres. Did you enjoy the dancing?”

A resounding, “Yes!”

“Ok, while you are recouping I will tell you the rules of our next event, some adult games. There may be some nudity involved. Remember, unless I am asking, ‘NO’ is an answer that must be obeyed. Is there anyone here who has an STD or has tested positive for HIV or is concerned about becoming pregnant? As there has been no response then, I will ask the first question.”

People were tittering and wondering what was going to happen.

“Margie, come out to the middle of the dance floor.”

The other people were sitting on the couches or on the floor in front of them.

Margie was wearing a red, strapless sheath. She is a shapely dark brunette. Red stockings and red shoes.

“Shannon, go out and be ready to help Margie. Margie, what group celebrates a collective birthday every New Year’s Day?”

Margie hemmed and hawed and declared that she had no idea.

“Does anyone know?”

“Guess not. No ‘lifeline’ for you. Shannon, help Margie out of her very attractive party dress.”

Shannon moved behind Margie, unhooked the top hook and unzipped the dress. Gravity being what it is and with a little Shannon help, the dress fell to the floor.

Everyone went gaga. Never would have believed it. Margie stood before us wearing a red bustier that pushed her breasts up; it had garters that were hooked onto red stockings. She wore a bit more than a thong that allowed us to see her nice, pear shaped ass, and some of her pussy that pushed beyond her thong.

“Shannon said otele gelen escort to dress sexy, so…”

“Margie, you are a great sport. What is your wish tonight?”

“I want some really great sex!”

“Any volunteers?” I asked. Hands went up from both sexes.

“Well, Margie, it looks like you have some great options.”

“Let’s take a guy next.”

I selected Jonathan. Shannon thought he was gay. He is about 5’10”. Thin with a luxuriant head of dark hair. He was wearing a very trendy jumpsuit.

“Shannon, assume your position. Jonathan, who was the Detroit Tigers second baseman in the second game of the 1932 World Series? You don’t know? Does anyone? Guess not. Shannon, would you be so kind as to help Jonathan take off his Jump Suit?”

Jonathan kicked his shoes off while Shannon, being very theatrical, undid each snap giving the audience a view of a weight lifter’s body. She stood behind him as she bunched the material at his waist and then slipped it down over his pouch and onto the floor.

Jonathan did a winning boxer’s prance about the floor. Everyone was astonished to see how well he filled out the pouch on his very brief black briefs.

“Shannon, better check to see that everything is real.”

She stood very close to Jonathan and pulled his briefs out. “Wow, this is for real.” She reached in and squeezed it, saying, “Oh does this feel good.”

Jonathan went and sat next to Margie.

“I understand there are two couples here, lets take the male from couple number one and the female from couple number two and see what we get.”

“You are?”

“John.”

John was mid-forties, light brown hair, almost 6′. Wearing slacks and a polo shirt.

“And you are?”

“Samantha.”

Samantha looked 35 but was in her mid-fifties. 5’6″ auburn hair maybe 130 pounds. She was wearing a sexy little mini-dress. She had long legs so that the skirt was midway between her knees and her cunt. It buttoned from stem to stern. The first 5 buttons were undone.

Shannon was standing next to me with her arms around me.

“What was Dr. William Beaumont most noted for? You can put your heads together for the answer. Nope, wrong answer. I think you should help each other.”

John went to Samantha and started unbuttoning the mini-dress. When he spun her around to lift it from her shoulders we saw that she was unencumbered by a bra. Nice set of mammaries. She was bare legged and had on peek-a-boo white lace panties.

Samantha dropped to her knees in front of John and very lewdly undid his belt and threw it across the room. She started massaging his cock through his pants and she moaned loudly, while licking her lips. Then the zipper was down and the pants pulled to the floor. John was wearing white boxers, his polo shirt, black socks and shoes. They went off with Samantha pulling John by his boxer covered cock.

A roar went up from the guests.

“Hey, Larry, what about you?”

“Next up are the mates of John and Samantha, Gladys and Dave.”

Gladys was in her late forties, 5’4″, with dyed blonde hair about 110 pounds. She was wearing a black sleeveless dress with a high neck and back. Knee length. Quite conservative. Dave was wearing a supple leather pant with a suede cowboy vest. No shirt. He was 6’2″ probably 195 pounds. Blonde and blue.

“Ok, same rules as your mates. One question that you can put your heads together to come up with one answer between you. Who was President Lyndon Johnson’s mistress?”

“Wrong!”

Dave turned Gladys around so he could unhook and unzip her dress. It dropped to the floor and she stood before us wearing bra, panties, pantyhose and shoes. Conservative all the way through. Maybe that would change. She started back to sit down and Dave called her back.

“What about me,” he said.

She rushed back and stood in front of him while she undid the buckle and unzipped his leathers. She put her hands on his waist and started slipping off his pants. He had on no underwear. His flaccid circumcised cock was starting to come to attention.

“Honey,” he said, “there is a zipper on each leg so you can slip them off leaving the boots on.”

Gladys dropped to her knees and undid the zippers and finished the job of taking off Dave’s pants. He reached down to pull her up so that her mouth was on a level with his hardening cock. He ran it around her face rather sensuously.

“Ok, let’s move on. We have two more people that are fully clad besides Shannon and me.”

“Tami and Thom, come on down,” I said.

“Larry, I don’t know how you have gotten us so involved and hot, but we want to do a semi-striptease, OK?”

Everyone applauded. I found some bump and grind music and said, “Now, no complete nudity.”

So they both started to move to the music. Tami is a busty babe – probably body by Dr Fisher. 59, 5’5″, blonde and hazel. Maybe 120. Killed two husbands and divorced two. Quite well off.

Thom is a dirty blonde in his early 60’s. Usually sincan escort no sense of humor. An accountant. As they are stripping while dancing with each other, Tami is wearing a low cut cocktail dress that Thom has unzipped. She is wearing thigh hi’s, hi cut panties and a really fully bra. Thom just completed a kick that included his trousers. He was wearing dark colored Jockey shorts and a … oops, there went the white shirt.

“Alright, it’s time to start the dancing.” I dimmed the lights and started the Candy Dulfer sound. “The Jacuzzi is hot and just outside. Let’s go for it.”

People were in all stages of undress. They were dancing closely. Rubbing cocks and cunts together.

Several of the women came over and asked me to dance. I suggested that they ‘dance’ together.

Shannon was with me. She stretched up to kiss me passionately. We did. I slipped her shoulder straps down. The dress fell to the floor. She was naked, a shaved clam, hard, erect nipples and wearing her pumps and black choker.

As we danced and rubbed against the others, she unzipped my fly and reached in to stroke my unencumbered cock. I moved her over toward Dave who was dancing with Margie, wearing his vest and cowboy boots. His erect cock showed that he wanted the naked Shannon.

Margie was no longer wearing her thong and the top of her bustier had been rolled down so her nipples were exposed. We switched partners. As I danced with Margie, I kneaded her asscheeks. She was stroking my cock.

Shannon and Dave were off the floor. She was bent over the arm of a couch and Dave, his vest flapping, was furiously pounding her from the rear. I guided Margie over to the fucking couple. I pushed her down and she crawled between their legs. She started licking their genitals while stroking her own exposed, open cunt.

I found Gladys and Thom and brought them over to where Shannon, Dave and Margie were playing.

“Gladys, you are too well dressed. Time to change that.”

As she looked at Margie’s inviting cunt she was mesmerized. On auto-pilot she peeled off the lingerie, she dropped to her knees crawled between Dave’s legs, pushed away Margie’s hand and started licking her cunt. Margie held Gladys’s head in place and directed it.

Tami came over to watch the action.

“Tami, help Thom get it up so he can drill Gladys.”

Tami grabbed Thom, dropped to her knees taking his briefs down at the same time. She sucked his member and while using her finger tips to massage Gladys’s cunt. Gladys was sopping wet when Tami guided Thom’s thick cock into the available cunt. Each time Thom would push forward, so would Gladys, burying herself into Margie’s cunt.

I gave Tami a hug while she reached into my open fly to play with my cock. Meanwhile I put my hand down the front of her panties and stroked her clit.

“Tami, Shannon has never tasted the delicacy of another woman’s cunt. Get on the couch in front of her and give the opportunity.”

Tami was off in a flash, dropping her panties as she went.

I found the missing three. Jonathan, he of the big pouch, was lying on the carpet with Samantha riding him, encumbered a bit, with John’s cock in her mouth.

I poured myself another Campari and watched the scene.

Shannon was in a headlock from Tami. Shannon’s orgasms were thus muffled. Dave had just ejaculated in Shannon’s cunt. Margie reached up and pulled Dave’s cock in her mouth to suck the last of his semen. All this while she was having wave after wave of orgasm from Gladys munching on her clit. Gladys reached back and squeezed Thom’s balls just as he started to pulse in her cunt.

While they were in the final throes of enjoyment, I went into Shannon’s bedroom where I liberated some short nighties, some of Lester’s flannel shirts and towels from the bathroom.

Upon my return people were cuddling with each other, and fondling.

Shannon, Tami and Samantha came over to me. They hugged and asked to ‘take care’ of me.

“Maybe we’ll draw straws,” I said. “First, here are some clothes and towels. While you are ‘dressing’, I’ll pour flutes of champagne to celebrate this occasion.”

Shannon slipped on an unbuttoned man’s shirt and served the drinks.

There was a fire in the fireplace that lit the room with dancing shadows.

“Did everyone have fun this evening?”

There were resounding ‘Yeses’.

“Have any of you participated in parties like this before?”

Dave and Samantha said, “We have.”

“How did tonight compare?”

Samantha said, “This was the best experience we have ever had. The way you MC’d, directed. Got us all to play and didn’t just use this as your own, private fucking domain. You also didn’t encourage bi- or homosexuality with the men.”

“Some of you, who don’t know me, asked what I do when you came to the party last night (it was almost 2:00 AM). I am a successful entrepreneur with businesses in many industries. My wife is a Member of Congress and she is aware of the planning for my next new business, a national chain of mansion or estate locations, private, screened and membership owned Lifestyles clubs. She is also aware of the need for privacy and security in clubs such as these.”

“Shannon told me who would be here. Each of you was researched and determined to be the perfect ‘hands-on’ focus group. You have proven our selection system to be accurate. Give yourselves a round of applause.”

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The next I awoke to a lovely warm and wet feeling of a pair of lips wrapped around my cock pumping and licking as I pulled the covers back Tia was giving me one fantastic blowjob and I was enjoying it too much to try and stop her.

From the room across the hall I could hear Pt and Phil going at it one more time and this added to the pressure building in my cock.

Tia milked the head for all it was worth and I couldn’t hold back anymore I pumped my load in to her warm wet mouth and she greedily sucked out every last drop while swabbing the tip with her tongue.

After recovering I pulled Tia to me and gave her a passionate kiss swabbing her mouth and tasting my cum.

I went to the shower as Tia was resting on the bed as I got into the shower I began reliving the events of the past twenty four hours and thought to myself how lucky I was.

Without even realizing I began to soap my dick ad lather it extra and getting my self worked up again.

As I rinsed off the sting off the water brought me back to reality I had to go to work today I had a big investor coming in.

When I came into the breakfast are there sat Phil, Tia, and Pt having some breakfast.

I noticed that Tia had loaned Pt a smart looking Business suit and all the accessories to go with it.(I was wondering about the underwear if any).It looked as if Pt was going to work today to.

We gave our spouses a Kiss good bye and headed to the car.

When we got to the car Pt got in on the passenger side and immediately took off he shoes and skirt and put them in the back seat she said she didn’t want to wrinkle the skirt

She sat there and smiled at me and said I am like a frito – bet ya can’t eat me just once.

As we started down the road she asked me if I was all fucked out or if I had one more load in that great dick of mine.

I said what do you have in mind?

As she licked her lips grinned she said how about a blow job?

I said with pleasure but 1 more thing would make it better.

Your wish is my command Pt said.

Take off the rest of your clothes I want your body naked!

She took it all off and put them in the back as she leaned over the back o the seat I reached up and traced the outer lips of her cunt and inserted my finger right to the knuckle as I did this Pt began to ride my hand she was pretty wet for just getting in the car.

Pt pulled my hand away from her cunt and turned to face me and said I am going to make you pay for getting me going early in the day.

I went to pat her cunt and she pushed my hand away saying I am in control now.

She looked so sexy laying back against the door with her bare feet in my lap and her long slender hand stroking her tits and playing with her rings it seemed the more I watched the harder she pulled on the rings which made her nipples stick straight out.

She continued to stroke gaziosmanpaşa escort her body down her ribs to the flatness of her belly and finally down to the clean shaven pussy as she rubbed two fingers over the mound she slowly spread the lips apart so I could see the two bars crossing the clit she put one and then two finger in to her cunt and began riding her own hand.

I reached over to help her and she smacked my and away JUST WATCH SHE SAID!

I could feel my own juices starting to flow and my shorts were a little wet.

Now drive real slow Pt said and enjoy the show.

Her left hand seemed to disappear as her right hand was tugging at her nipple rings and occasionally slipping down to the clit bars to give them a tug or pinch.

Pt started working her left foot in my lap I could not resist I took her toes into my mouth one at a time and began sucking the as if they were a cock Pt loves this and made her start to react as if she were heading for an orgasm. she was sweating and thrashing about her nipples were standing straight up and hard as rocks her pussy was dripping down her arm and on to the seat. Her breathing came faster and had kind of a rasp to it, her hips thrust up and back an forth and little sounds emitted from her throat. And at last she lay spent and exhausted with her foot still in my lap.

As Pt sat up she asked me to turn the AC on to cool off and then asked if I enjoyed the show?

I answered who wouldn’t

Okay then pull over and switch places

You gonna drive naked are you?

Hell yeah.

I pulled over and put the car in park as I leaned back I gazed at her lovely nakedness and wanted to kiss her.

As I got out of the car Pt slid over to the drivers seat I walked around and got in on the passengers side.

Pt reached over and stroked my cock through my pants and said why don’t you let the big boy out, better yet take your clothes off and join me naked. I’ll make it worth your while!

I striped off my clothes and put them in back next to hers.

Pt said I want to watch you jerk off as we go down the road.

I began stroking my cock and it soon became alive and standing at attention.

I felt the car swerve a couple of times and knew Pt was watching me as she drove.

I was stroking the head slowly and the pre cum was starting to flow as Pt reached over and scooped it off the end of my cock and lapped it off her finger.

Pt asked how close are you? I said real close.

Pt said hold off until the toll both I want to see the collectors face.

As we approached the toll booth I started pumping faster and was about to blow my wad when I noticed Pt picked the booth with a young girl as an attendant.

I could feel the load building and my cock head swelling and the sweat was pouring out as the sperm gölbaşı escort started flowing out the end of my cock as Pt opened the window with a ten dollar bill to pay the toll. The attendant got a little red at first and then looked as if she were enjoying it. The sight of Pt naked and me having an orgasm was just too much.

The attendant said to Pt your old man has some cock is he done yet?

I wish I was going with you I would take my clothes off right now and help with a dick like that it would be my pleasure.

Pt smiled and said keep the change it was worth it and sped off. She leaned over, swiped some of my cum on her finger and licked it clean. As we got near the office Pt pulled over and much to my disappointment we got dressed. Pt said keep these for the day it will keep me in mind and handed me her panties. I will see you tonight every inch of you and left.

After my meeting with Ann my secretary I decide to give Tia a call at home and see what her and Phil were up to.

The phone rang several time and I was just about to hang up when Tia picked up and said hello.

Her breathing sounded a little labored as if she were working out.

I asked if I was interrupting her work out she said kinda

What exactly are you doing.

Well she said how much do you want to hear? Every thing I said.

Well you and Pt left so I asked Phil I he minded if I took a shower and he said no but he wanted to watch.

Well the shower was great and it added a little having him watch through the glass walls it was kind of a peep show.

After the shower Phil was there to dry me off with a towel and offered a massage.

I laid down on the table with the towel on and Phil has wonderful hands.

He started on my neck and worked his way down my shoulders as he went further down the towel went with him

He slowly did my lower back and I was really starting to enjoy it just when I thought he would work on my ass he skips down to my legs.

Phil said he loves hairless and wants the doctors number.

As he started on my legs he spread them a little to get the inside of my thighs that was real turn on him looking up my towel to my cunt.

When he got to my toes he took each one in his mouth and suck them as they had never been sucked before I felt it in my crotch and I was oozing a little bit.

I didn’t notice that Phil had taken his clothes off until he pulled the towel back up and told me to roll over.

There I lay on the table under a towel and a naked man with a big hard right in fornt of my face is working on my body.

Well he took my arms and hands and massaged them and massaged my lower legs and my toes again.

Man did I get turned on when I watched him suck my toes I had the towel wet from me dripping.

He pulled the towel down so he could work keçiören escort on my tits and was rubbing my tits and would tug a little on my rings I AM SOOO GLAD I HAD THEM DONE WHAT A TURN ON.

As he worked lower and lower her pushed the towel out of the way and was working on my belly and my barbell swirling it around on my clit and then would stroke down to my pussy lips and massage them a little.

Hey hon are you horny yet?

Yeah I said.

Then what are you going to do about it. Take that bad boy out and spank him.

What are you doing now I asked.

Let me finish and then I will tell you.

Phil was stroking my pussy and had me all wet and hotter then hell.

So I moved him around to the end of the table and took the head of his cock in my mouth and swabbed the pre cum off the end of his dick.

The I took the entire length in and tried to swallow it I couldn’t so I backed up to the head and swirled my tongue around it and nursed on the tip I could feel the head starting to swell so I sucked the cock back in and was pumping it as the head got bigger I backed out again and swirled the head and stroked the balls and lapped his cock as much as I could.

At last the I could feel the load starting and the head swelled and his dick began throbbing. he started riding me and I felt the first squirt come out and stick to my tongue as he pumped I felt the cum squirting and me trying to catch it all. I took his cock in and suck and swallowed every last drop.

Well then I told him he had to finish the massage.

Well he started to rub me from head to toes and occasionally he would stop and give my cunt a lick.

He got me tuned on and pulled me to the end of the table put my legs over his shoulders and put that cock of his on the outside of my cunt and began to slide up and down across my clit and bumping my barbell.

And just as you called he just put that cock in and was very slowly starting to fuck me.

Is he in now

YES but just the head.

What does it feel like?

His cock is great and he strokes in and out of me like I am on a skewer his dick head goes all the way up and bumps against my cervix while he takes and rotates my bar bell against my clit all this while he is watching me. The head is soo big it stretches my lips out and the shaft feels like it never ends.

I couldn’t take it anymore and took out Pt’s panties and my cock and started to stroke it and told Tia what I was doing. Tia squeeled with Delight and said wish I was there to help you.

As she and Phil fucked with me on the line and jerking off I could hear Tia starting to get close to an orgasm her breathing was heavy her voice had a raspy tone and she began to moan. I could hear Phil starting to moan and breath heavy

Tia told me his cock head was swelling up and she thought he was going to come.

In the back ground I hear Phil yelling he was cumming.

Just then my dick head swelled my balls got tight and I felt my load start pumping it was almost like your first wet dream you tingle all over and the hot cum shot out from the end of my cock into Pt’s Panties.

As I recovered I said to Tia I would see all of her later to save me some.

To Be Continued

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