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Mandy Collins walked in to her boss’s office and plopped down on the sofa. Nelson Adams looked up, not completely surprised by his paralegal’s appearance.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Julianne wants to have a meeting.” Julianne was Nelson’s wife. He was an attorney, she was a Certified Public Accountant, and while their occupations were different, they operated out of the same office. Mandy was everything from their file clerk to office manager; however, she was skilled enough to handle both of their work loads. She had come to work for Nelson nearly a year ago when the two professionals had separate offices in the same office park. Their marriage had been strained, but Mandy brought them back together to the point that they wanted to work out of a single office with her as their paralegal and administrative assistant.

When he finished what he was writing a few seconds later, Nelson came around from his desk and sat on the sofa beside Mandy. “What about?”

“I don’t know. She said she’d be in shortly,” Mandy advised him.

The ever playful paralegal draped one of her legs over his causing her short skirt to rise nearly to her crotch. He let his fingers dance on her shin.

“I wonder what she could want?” the attorney mused.

“No clue, but I’m ready to start this meeting without her.” And with that, Mandy stood and stripped off all of her clothes.

“As the senior partner, I agree.” So, he stood and did the same.

Kneeling one leg on the sofa, planting the other on the floor and bending over, Mandy remarked, “senior partner in your dreams.”

Nelson stepped up behind her, and with his legs in similar positions, he aimed his cock at her available pussy and drove it home. “You don’t think I’m the senior partner?” He began thrusting.

She giggled, both from being fucked and his question.

“Who signs your paycheck?”

“You both do.” Her voice wavered from his pumping. “Mmmm.” She loved having his cock in her pussy.

“What the fuck?” Julianne said, standing in the doorway. “We’re supposed to have a meeting.”

“We’re are,” Nelson said. “We’re multitasking. What’s on your mind?”

Shaking her head, Julianne walked over to the two naked co-workers and grabbed her husband’s dick on his out-thrust. “Mandy, did you start this?”

“You know I did.”

“It’s amazing we get any work done around here.” Julianne knelt and took Nelson’s cock in her mouth and started sucking. “Tasty with your juices all over it.”

Mandy sat up to watch. She had started having sex independently with both husband and wife within days after starting to work for him. When Nelson caught her and Julianne, Mandy convinced him to join in, and in so doing, basically repaired their marriage. She’d thought neither would have any further use for her, but that was when they decided to get an office together with her as both their assistant and sex partner. She enjoyed watching husband and wife have sex together primarily because under her tutelage they had become much better at it than they were and they were hot. And they liked her participation because she kept their sex life alive and fresh.

Julianne pointed her husband’s penis at Mandy. The paralegal quickly dropped to her knees beside the accountant and took over mouthing the lawyer’s cock. Out of the corner of her eye, Mandy could see Julianne stripping. She kept one eye on the older woman who still had a spectacular body. Once completely naked, Julianne dropped to her knees again. Mandy moved down to suck on Nelson’s balls while his wife went down on his dick again.

Playfully, Julianne let her husband’s cock slip out of her mouth, which caused it to plop down on Mandy’s forehead. Seeing the older woman smirking, the younger female merely returned the grin and adjusted her face to slurp the penis back into her own mouth. The CPA reached out and held Nelson’s dick at the base giving their assistant only half of a shaft to suck. With her other hand, Julianne cupped his balls. Still on her knees, the wife eased behind the girl, pressing her body to the other, wanting to feel the blowjob. Mandy was so good at sucking cock that watching was just as exciting for Julianne. She reached around and cupped the paralegal’s breasts, toying with her nipples. She also kissed Mandy’s shoulders neck and cheeks feeling the indentation of the rod in her mouth.

A minute or so later, the ladies again swapped, but Nelson only allowed it for a few seconds before he pulled his wife to her feet, turned her around and bent her over the sofa. He gently eased his aching hard-on into her waiting pussy and marveled at the wonderful feeling. He never tired of having his cock in either of the women’s pussies, and even to this day, found it difficult to believe he had two vaginas to fuck. It had been and still was the saving grace of his marriage.

Mandy laid down on the sofa and squirmed to a position in which her head was directly underneath Julianne’s etiler escort pussy. It was too high up for her to perform any tongue action, but it was thrilling to watch the woman being fucked from this angle. She did reach up and play with her boss’s clit with one hand while massaging the other boss’s balls with her other hand. She always felt the need to do whatever she could to make their sex more stimulating, more exciting so that it wouldn’t get stale, or worse, so they wouldn’t feel as though they didn’t need her to be a part of it anymore.

Julianne actually loved the girl’s participation because she could always be counted on to add something that would otherwise be missing. Like right now. If it was just husband and wife, no one would be playing with her clit or Nelson’s balls, and that added an extra thrill to what they were doing. Julianne rested her hand on Mandy’s face and the girl sucked in one of her fingers. The woman wouldn’t have thought someone sucking her finger would be erotic, but under these circumstances, it positively was.

Mandy also loved the liquidy sounds that accompanied good sex. Julianne reached out and twisted her nipple, and then went for the girl’s pussy, stroking her clit. Mandy moaned her delight. The extension of Julianne’s arm caused her to pull her body forward and Nelson’s cock popped out. Seeing his juicy, wet shaft, Mandy tugged on his balls for him to squat so she could suck that delicacy off.

These were the little acts that drove Nelson wild when Mandy would do things like suck his cock after it had been in his wife’s pussy. And then, after she’d cleaned him off and re-coated his shaft with her saliva and he stuck it back in Julianne’s pussy was when he could have easily let himself come. But he held back.

Julianne took a step back so she could bend even further down to swap spit with Mandy. Kissing another female had never been a thing for her until the young woman came along. Like everything else Mandy did sexually, she was a fabulous kisser.

Mandy now reached up to play with Julianne’s dangling tits, rubbing and twisting her nipples. The woman had perfect breasts and Mandy loved to touch them.

And it was that final bit of attention that brought Julianne to a quick orgasm. Mandy could see her boss was beginning to have a difficult time holding herself up so she moved out of the way so the older woman could lean more on the sofa. Her moaning and trembling suggested to the others that she was having a great climax. Nelson continued to pump her until she pushed him away.

Mandy was sitting up next to Julianne with her legs spread, rubbing her own pussy. Julianne finally turned around to sit also, pulled Nelson to her to suck her juices off of his cock—something she would have never done before Mandy came along—and reached over to rub Mandy’s pussy. She then arranged Mandy to rest her head in the older woman’s lap, and spread her legs so her husband could kneel on the sofa and give their assistant what she always seemed to crave: cock.

“Oh, yessss,” Mandy cooed as her boss’s dick slid in. Nothing ever felt as good as that. She also liked laying her head on Julianne’s thighs while being fucked. She’d seen a similar position in a non-pornographic film once and thought it was the most erotic sexual scene ever.

This also allowed Julianne to dip her nipple into the young woman’s mouth, Mandy loved her boss’s tits so much she willingly sucked. Julianne also reciprocated by flicking Mandy’s clit as her assistant had done to her. For good measure, the wife also reached up and played with her husband’s nipples, which again until Mandy came along, she had no idea he enjoyed so much.

With a grunt from his wife’s fingers squeezing his nipples, Nelson bent over to kiss her. Julianne then dropped her hands to once again play with Mandy’s clit. She also formed a V with her forefinger and middle finger and rubbed the girl’s labia. Additionally, she squeezed her fingers around her husband’s cock as it slid in and out.

Nelson liked feeling his wife’s fingers on his dick as he pumped their assistant. He even pulled his cock out and rubbed it on the outside of Mandy’s pussy. Julianne gripped it and let him fuck her hand. After a minute or so, he stood up to reposition himself, but Mandy arose also. She maneuvered Julianne around to nearly supine and straddled her abdomen. A wiggle of her ass was Nelson’s clue to enter her again.

From this position, Julianne was staring down at her husband fucking their assistant. She once again reached out to fondle Mandy’s pussy and her husband’s cock and balls. When Mandy felt as though she was about to come, she quickly turned around and sat in Julianne’s lap with her legs spread wide so Nelson could shove his penis back in.

“Faster!” Mandy ordered through clenched teeth. She grabbed Julianne’s hands and brought them to her tits, directing the woman’s fingers to her nipples. Julianne knew the girl liked to have beşiktaş escort her nipples squeezed hard when she climaxed, and the older woman easily obliged. Mandy groaned and shuddered, loving the feel of her boss’s naked body against her own. It enriched her orgasm.

Just as she was winding down Nelson announced that he was ready to come. Mandy yanked his cock from her pussy, slid down Julianne’s body, opened her lips and aimed him at it and jerked him until he filled her mouth. She swallowed some of it and then quickly turned around to share it with Julianne.

The CPA knew when Mandy grabbed her husband’s dick what her plan was. Julianne was still wired enough to accept the cum-filled kiss; however, every time she and Mandy did this, she was still not certain she enjoyed it. Of course, Mandy loved it, and still holding Nelson’s cock, she felt another drop dribble out when he saw what she and his wife were doing.

Finally, everyone settled down. Nelson and Mandy each took a seat on either side of Julianne.

“Now, can we have a meeting?” Julianne asked.

“Isn’t that what we just had?” Nelson remarked with a mischievous grin.

“And don’t make it sound like you didn’t enjoy it,” Mandy said.

The CPA sighed heavily. “Of course, I did. But we need to have a serious discussion. I want us to consider hiring a tax attorney,” she announced.

“What for?” Nelson wanted to know. “Is something wrong with our taxes?” He and Mandy were always playful after a threesome.

Julianne merely shook her head. “Not for our personal taxes. There’s nothing wrong with ours or Mandy’s.” It was actually tax problems that brought Mandy to Julianne in the first place nearly a year ago. “I’m talking about for the firm. I’m starting to do a lot of work that requires one,” Julianne revealed. “I’ve had to use outside counsel.”

“I can represent them,” Nelson said.

“I love you, honey, but this is way above what you can do,” she told him. “Besides, you have enough to do with your own practice.”

Mandy had listened quietly to the exchange. She really had no vote in the matter; she was just an employee, even though they would listen to her opinion. However, one drawback did occur to her, which she couldn’t help mentioning. “What will that do to our . . . breaks?” She was, of course, referring to their sexual interludes.

All three exchanged looks of perplexity.

“Well, our business is growing,” Julianne pointed out. “We need to expand. Besides, we can’t spend all of our time fucking.”

“Why not?” Mandy and Nelson chimed in unison.

With a huff, Julianne shook her head. “You two are incorrigible.”

“So, you really think this is necessary?” Nelson asked, trying to be serious since he could see that his wife was.

“I do. And if we find the right candidate, maybe he can help you, too.”

“What kind of person are you looking for?” Mandy asked.

“I’m thinking someone young, maybe just out or a few years out of college so we wouldn’t be looking at as big a salary or who would want to do everything his way.”

“Male or female?”

“I don’t know if I can handle another woman,” Nelson quipped with a smirk.

“Particularly since you can barely handle the two you have,” Julianne shot back grinning.

He gave her a sneer.

“I’d vote for a guy also,” Mandy agreed.

“Seriously?” Julianne questioned. “You don’t get enough sex already?”

“Is there such a thing as enough?” Mandy posed.

“And by the way, we’re looking for an employee, not another sex partner.” Julianne ignored Mandy’s question and asked her own. “So, do you agree?”

“If you’re sure,” Nelson said.

“I am.”

* * *

It became Mandy’s responsibility to set the wheels in motion to hire the tax attorney. She did so honestly and efficiently even though she had mixed emotions about bringing someone else in to upset their unique arrangement. Over the next few weeks, a half dozen candidates were interviewed, and by the end of the month, Jason Polk occupied the office that had formerly been a junk room. In Mandy’s eyes, he was quite handsome, but also somewhat timid and seemingly straight-laced. Sadly, she didn’t feel that his demeanor would bode well for the office, but despite his plain vanilla persona, he delivered on a professional level.

However, office morale suffered—at least among the three original employees. Their frequent afternoon sex breaks ceased and all they could do was cop feels and steal kisses without Jason seeing. In the beginning, the three would stay after office hours, after the newbie had left for the day. But as he got into his caseload, he stayed late to bring himself up to speed.

So, they switched their trysts to the Adams’ home and Mandy had a standing invitation to come whenever she wanted, which she did. And while it somewhat satisfied her voracious—and their moderate—sexual appetites, it wasn’t the same taksim escort as when they could spontaneously do it at the office.

Mandy pondered ways to restore the unnatural balance to their office, but it became obvious that as long as Jason was employed, that could not happen unless he became part of the activities. However, based on her initial impression of him, she did not see that happening. Allowing her mind to wander, she recalled how flirtatious she had been with both Nelson, and separately, Julianne, and how they had come around. With that, the bosses out visiting clients, and the fact that she had not had much interaction with Jason, she decided to remedy that.

Mandy generally wore short skirts or dresses and low-cut at the top because she knew it turned her bosses on, and she was just brazen by nature. Standing at her desk, she pulled her skirt up a tad at the waist to make it shorter and tugged her top down a bit to show more cleavage. She wanted to be alluring, but not trashy.

Strolling casually into Jason’s office, Mandy plopped down in one of the side chairs facing his desk. He looked up quickly, then back to the papers on his desk, and then back up sharply. She made an exaggerated show of crossing her legs, making certain to show a lot of thigh in the process. She took his double-take as a good sign.

“Hi, Jason,” Mandy greeted in a sing-song voice. “Whacha doin’?”

“Uh, reviewing this document,” he answered literally, his tone laced with uncertainty, as though he didn’t understand the question. “Doooo you need something?”

Your dick, she thought, but actually said, “I’m a little bored. It’s too quiet when the bosses are out.”

“Okaaaay.”

She could hear nervousness in his voice. Did he just not interact well with women or people in general. But then, how could he have become a lawyer? “I thought this might be a good opportunity to get to know each other better.”

After a second’s thought, Jason shrugged with raised eyebrows and said, “Yeah, okay, that’s probably a good idea. Where do we start? I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?”

“Gotten to know someone better.”

“You don’t have any close friends?” Mandy asked, trying not to make it sound too preposterous.

“Not really.”

“Why?”

Jason shrugged, seemingly with sadness. “Guess I was always too busy with school and work.”

“Not even a girlfriend?”

“I’m not boyfriend material.”

Mandy was somewhat taken aback by that statement. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you like girls?”

“I’m not gay,” Jason stated flatly.

“That’s not—”

“I know, but I get that a lot. I’m just not very forward,” he admitted.

“You’re a good-looking guy, on your way to being a successful lawyer; you never get hit on by girls?”

“I don’t really go anywhere for that to happen.” With a nervous chuckle, he added, “Not sure I’d know what to do if it did.”

“Are you interested in meeting a girl?” The more Mandy talked to Jason she thought there was something quite likeable about him. She found his innocence appealing.

Ill-at-ease, he said, “Yeah, I guess.”

“I could help you.”

“H-H-How?”

“Walk you through some scenarios to approach girls or when they approach you, or any other things that might pop up.” She wondered if he’d caught the double-entendre at the end.

“Uh, uh, well, that’s, uh, something to consider. Thanks.”

Their conversation was cut short by the return of Julianne. Mandy excused herself and headed for the boss’s office. The two arrived at her door at the same time and as the ever horny paralegal asked, “How’d it go?” she reached under Julianne’s skirt lifting it so she could finger the woman’s pussy through her underwear.

Julianne gave her a what-are-you-doing frown and glanced past her to Jason’s office. With her hand still between her boss’s legs, Mandy pushed her into her office and planted her lips on Julianne’s. The older woman kissed back just as eagerly, but only briefly before taking her seat at her desk.

“You need anything?” Mandy asked, standing before Julianne’s desk. “Coffee, tea, me.”

Julianne looked up and smiled. Knowing of the girl’s frustration with the new office arrangement, she said, “Of course, I’d like to have you, but it’ll have to wait until later.”

* * *

As though she had broken the ice, Jason started being a little more congenial toward Mandy. He would occasionally pass by her desk and tell her hello. The first couple of times, she regarded this as just friendliness, but the more he did it, she got the impression he was checking her out, stealing glances at her. To test her theory, the next time she heard him approaching, she quickly hiked her dress nearly up to her crotch, pushed her chair back and pretended to be reading something on her phone.

Mandy tried not to let her amusement show when he did another of his double-takes and then attempted to cover it up by stretching his neck as though he had a stiffness. She quickly thought to glance down at his crotch and could see the makings of a stiffness there.

“Need something?” she asked, casually looking up from her phone.

Carley Ch. 06

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On Wednesday morning, we checked out of the hotel and took a taxi to the train station. I had pre-paid tickets on the high-speed train to Venice. We had a private compartment, but the door was clear glass, so we couldn’t do any serious fooling around. The countryside zipped by and, as usual, I was amazed at the amount of farmland and just plain wilderness that covers large parts of northern Italy.

The train pulled into the Santa Lucia train station on the Grand Canal in Venice. A water taxi took us to the Hotel San Cassiano not far away. The hotel was small and not especially luxurious, but it was quiet and I liked the location. I’d booked a room on the top floor looking out over the Grand Canal.

When we went out for lunch, I was careful to point out the landmarks and signs the girls would need to find the hotel again. There are no wheeled vehicles in Venice. People get around by walking or taking the water busses called “vaporettos”. Most streets are only five to ten feet wide with four or five story buildings on both sides. The streets would be called “alleys” anywhere else in the world. The streets basically follow the S-shaped Grand Canal. It’s easy to get disoriented. GPS is useless, since the devices can almost never see enough sky to lock onto a satellite.

We ate in a very small café with a canal on one side and a plaza on the other. After lunch, Lora announced that she wanted to explore on her own. She walked off heading more-or-less east.

“She’ll be lost in ten minutes,” I told Carley. “It’s a small town, though. She’ll be okay.”

I bought Carley a gelato.

“Lora wants to go to the island of Murano tomorrow,” I said between bites. “Did she say anything to you about it?”

“Yes, she did. It sounds like fun. I like the chandelier in our room and it’s from Murano. It’s a cool style.”

“Okay, now I know you’re nuts! Murano glass is the ugliest shit in the world. Woof! Ugly, horrible, gaudy crap! You girls have fun. I’ll stay here and troll for pussy.”

“It’s not ugly, it’s lovely! The colors are fantastic! You have no taste at all!”

“Well, you’re not the first one to make that observation, but try to remember who I’m standing here with. If I have no taste, what am I doing with you?”

“Damned if I know. I just hope you don’t come to your senses.”

I stroked her cheek. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”

We wandered aimlessly, exploring the wonderful little town. Carley admired the old buildings and complained bitterly about the spray-painted graffiti covering every available wall. I hired a gondola and paid the gondolier an extra 40 Euro not to sing for us. The afternoon went quickly.

I called Lora’s cell phone and found out she was on a vaporetto not far away. We met her at the San Stae vaporetto stop and walked to a restaurant across the Grand Canal from the train station. We consumed 200 Euro worth of wine, seafood and pasta, then strolled around, stopping in shops and sipping various wines in the outdoor cafes. I bought two cases of a local red wine and arranged to have them shipped home.

We got back to the room about 10:30. We were all pretty tired. We got undressed, took our showers and hit the sack.

Carley and Lora left first thing the next morning for Murano. They were excited about their little adventure and I got no more than some kisses and hurried groping.

I bought breakfast and spent a couple of hours wandering around and taking pictures in the Cannaregio district north of the Grand Canal. Parts of that section of Venice are more residential than the tourist areas to the south. It’s actually possible to find a grocery store there.

I worked my way east and south to the Rialto Bridge and started across, toward the hotel. In the middle of the north side of the bridge, I spotted a familiar face.

“Marja, hello.”

She turned and her smile was just as I remembered it.

“Jack! What are you doing in Venice?”

“I’m here with Carley and my sister, Lora. They’ve never been here before.” I shook my head. “They insisted on seeing Murano. I’ve seen it too many times. I think the glass is ugly and the factories are boring. I’m on my own for the day. Where’s Juliette?”

“She went off with two local girls. I think she’s trying to teach me a lesson.” Marja smiled sadly. “She was very upset with me for giving you permission to put your penis inside me. When I spit your seed into the glass and showed it to her she thought I was insulting her. Well, I was taunting her. I admit that. I didn’t mean to insult her, though.”

“I’m sorry, Marja. I’m afraid I made it even worse. I was looking at her when I came. She saw the expression on my face. I was taunting her, too. I’m sorry if I caused more trouble for you.”

“It’s not your fault. It was my decision. Juliette will come back tonight, I think.”

Marja touched my hand. “And if she doesn’t, I won’t be alone. I have no trouble attracting new friends. You may have noticed.” She laughed. “I find my appearance pendik escort to be an advantage in that regard.”

“Well, Marja, I’m sure I’m not the first person to tell you this, but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your face and your body are almost beyond belief.”

I gestured at the people around us. “Every man and woman in sight is jealous of me right now. They’re wondering how I know you and whether I’ve had sex with you.”

“And you have,” she said with another smile. “You certainly have!”

“Marja, may I buy you lunch? I’m getting hungry and there’s a nice restaurant right down the street.”

“Why, yes,” she said. “I’d like that.”

We walked a couple of blocks south-west. The restaurant had outside tables and we were seated. We each ordered a glass of wine, made our choices from the menu and ordered our entrees.

“Jack, I haven’t forgotten my promise to you. I told you that if we met again, I would allow you to spill inside me. How do you say, ‘cum’? I didn’t think we would ever see one other again, but now we have. I always keep my promises. I will keep this one.”

“Marja, thank you, but in the club you were very positive about not allowing a man to cum in your pussy. I don’t want you to do anything you’d find distasteful. I can’t tell you how much I’d love to have sex with you again, but I won’t hold you to your promise. As you said, you didn’t expect to see me again. Your promise was intended as a politeness and that’s the way I took it. I don’t want to take advantage of your kind nature.”

“You’re right, of course. I was being polite. But you should know that I meant what I said. You behaved as a gentleman should. Your offer today to, what’s the phrase, ‘let me off the hook,’ proves that you are a good person. Unless you tell me you don’t want me, I will keep my promise.”

“Oh, I want you all right. If you like, we can go to my hotel after we eat. We’ll have all the time we need for you to keep your promise.”

Marja held up her glass and I touched it with mine. “To promises,” she said.

“What’s life like in Finland?” I asked. “Tell me about yourself.”

It turned out that Marja’s great-grandfather had been in the timber business and her family had been wealthy for generations.

“My mother died when I was only two years old. My father hadn’t wanted children and didn’t pay much attention to me. I was raised by servants, mostly women. I was terribly spoiled. Growing up, I got everything I wanted. Luxury was all I knew. Being rich, pampered and beautiful turned me into a horrible person.”

Marja sighed and took a bite of her pasta. “When I was eighteen, I fell in love with another woman. We had wonderful sex, but when she didn’t do exactly what I wanted her to do, I became angry and hateful. One day she’d had enough and told me what she thought of me as a person. She was the first to have the sisu, what is your word, ‘courage’ to tell me the truth. I was very upset, but I eventually realized that what she said was true. I only thought of myself. I wasn’t interested in the feelings of others. I didn’t care about them at all except for what they could do for me. I had no true friends. I began to change that day.”

“Now I am obsessive about my treatment of other people. I still behave in a selfish and aloof manner sometimes. I give orders and I’m demanding. But I try. I demand respect and politeness from others, though. If I don’t get it, I can be very difficult to be around.” She smiled. “I appreciate the way you’ve treated me. Your behavior has been above reproach. I look forward to having sex with you again.”

On the way to the hotel, we stopped for a gelato and ate standing on a bridge looking over one of the many narrow canals. The day was nearly perfect; sunny with warm breezes from the south.

In my hotel room, Marja started to unbutton her blouse.

“Let me do that, Marja. If you don’t mind, I’d like to touch you and undress you.”

She nodded and stood quietly, looking stunning. I touched her arms and shoulders, then the sides of her body. I reached around to hold her ass. I was starting to get an erection. I puller her close, pressed my erection against her and kissed her. In the club, our kisses had been almost formal with no tongue play. Marja opened her mouth and we kissed deeply.

I have a mild fetish about touching women through their clothes. Most of the time when I touch a woman sexually, she’s already naked. I take advantage of the opportunity to indulge myself whenever I can. Undressing Marja would be a treat.

I cupped both of Marja’s breasts, squeezing the firm flesh and feeling her nipples. I kissed her neck, moving my lips up and down, using my tongue gently.

I unbuttoned the top four buttons of Marja’s blouse and slipped my hand inside. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need one. I opened her blouse the rest of the way and kissed her pale pink nipples. They stood up and I sucked them. Marja swayed back and forth, presenting şişli escort one breast, then the other.

I pushed her blouse off and let it fall. Her skirt had a single button and a zipper on the side. I unfastened them and held her skirt in place while I slid my hand down the front of her body. She wasn’t wearing panties. Before I could reach her pussy, Marja held my wrist.

“Not yet, please. I’ve been walking all morning and I need to bathe. We can bathe together and wash each other.” She smiled. “We can touch in the bath. Would you like that?”

“You’re reading my mind. But first, let me finish undressing you.”

I dropped to one knee and lowered her skirt. She had a flawless, smooth pussy. She’d shaved the small patch of hair above her vagina and was now completely hairless. I kissed her belly button and stood up.

As I finished undressing, Marja held my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

“Jack, there is one thing I must insist on. When you are inside me, I must be in control. If you are on top of me, I will feel very uneasy. Also, I cannot tolerate being entered from the rear. We can fuck standing up if you like, as long as we are face to face. Is that satisfactory?”

“Yes, of course. I want you to feel at ease. If something doesn’t feel right to you, tell me at once.”

Washing Marja was an amazing experience. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity. Her waist couldn’t have been over 27 inches and her back had a wonderful “V” shape. At six feet tall, she was no lightweight, but there was no fat anywhere. Her body had a firm, solid feel, but her shape was unmistakably feminine. I’ve never touched a more “female” woman.

I was careful to be relaxed and gentle. When I reached her pussy, she was wet. I rubbed her clit and fingered her. She responded by pushing against my hand and kissing me. I pushed two fingers into her and stroked her firmly. She held me tight and kissed me. Her breathing was steady. I could tell she was enjoying my touch, but she wasn’t going to cum. She knew it, too. After a few minutes, she pushed my hand away.

“Let me wash you, now.”

Marja went slowly, washing each body part carefully. She knelt to wash my legs. I moved my feet apart and she gently soaped my balls and cock.

“You’re very hard. Do you wish to spill here in the bath, or wait until we’re in bed?”

“I’ll wait. Wash the soap off, please. If you don’t mind, I’d like to fuck you a little here before we get out.”

Marja rinsed me off. She moved to the corner of the shower and put one foot on the edge of the tub. Her back was against the wall. I slid into her and fucked her slowly. Marja held my hips and closed her eyes. My right hand was on her ass and my left on her breasts.

I’m a very visual guy, and the sight of Marja, naked and wet with my cock thrusting in and out of her was almost overwhelming. I took deep breaths and ran through the chord progressions to “The Way You Look Tonight” in A-flat. Miraculously, I didn’t cum.

Marja was also breathing deeply. Her hips had picked up my rhythm. She moaned.

“Jack, please touch me. The way you tried to do in the club.”

I moved the fingers of my left hand to her clit and began rubbing with all four fingers.

“Hold yourself still, all the way inside me. Touch me. Yes! Pull my nipples. Pinch them!”

Marja’s hold on my hips kept us balanced. I pulled and pinched her nipples with my right hand. I pushed into her as hard as I could, pressing my fingers into her clit. I pushed and rubbed and pinched and pulled. Marja mumbled the same phrase over and over in Finnish. Between phrases, she gasped and moaned and sighed. Since I wasn’t moving inside her, I was able to concentrate on her pleasure. She was pressed against me so tightly that I wasn’t able to see much.

Marja pulled me against her with all her strength. I rubbed her hard. I pinched and twisted a nipple. Her inner muscles tightened dramatically.

“Uhhhhhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhhhh, Mmmmmm.”

Marja shook and hugged me so hard I almost lost my balance.

Her grip on me lessened. I leaned back and looked down at her body. Her breasts were flushed. Her erect nipples looked even paler against the reddened skin. I was still deep inside her. She trembled for a moment and pushed my hand away from her clit. I held her breasts with both hands and squeezed gently.

Marja said something in Finnish, then stopped and shook her head. She started again in French, paused and switched to English.

“Oh, that felt so good I can’t even tell you in the right language! I’ve never had such a strong orgasm with a man inside me. I can feel it still. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“You’re very welcome. It was good for me, too. I could feel you squeeze me when you came.”

“Did you spill? I didn’t feel you spill.”

“No, I didn’t.” I pumped slowly inside her. My hands were on her breasts, squeezing and caressing. “I love the way you look and feel, but I want to wait until we’re on the bed.” I hadn’t tuzla escort stopped pumping. “I’m going to stop real soon. Any minute now. Damn you feel good!”

I slipped out of her slowly, teasing myself.

We dried each other and got onto the big bed.

Marja pushed me onto my back and mounted me. She was very wet from our time in the shower.

“I can tell you’re ready to spill. I’m ready, too. Please don’t delay.”

I was ready, alright. Marja fucked me differently this time from the way she’d done it in the club. She moved forward and back, gripping and releasing me with her muscles. The friction was intense. I held her breasts and marveled at her body. In less than five minutes, I was gasping for air.

“I’m going to cum, Marja. Are you ready for it?”

Marja had her eyes closed. She nodded. I felt her grip me. Her muscles rippled on my cock.

“Ahhhhh, fuck! That’s so good!” I held her waist and pushed into her all the way. My cock pulsed. “Uhhhhhh, yessss!”

Marja’s expression changed from one of satisfaction to surprise and then to concern. She frowned. I didn’t know what was wrong, but it was a good bet that my orgasm was the cause.

Marja got off me without a word and walked unsteadily into the bathroom. I followed her cautiously. I found her sitting on the toilet with her hands over her face. She was trying hard not to cry.

“Marja, I’m so sorry! Hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do. Can I help you somehow?”

“No. Give me a moment to recover. I’ll be fine. You did nothing wrong.”

Marja blew her nose and wiped her face. She pointed to something on the bathroom counter. It was a single-use can of douche. I handed it to her and she used it at once. Afterwards, she wiped herself several times. She blew her nose again.

Finally, Marja stood up and led me back to the bed. She lay down and pulled me down beside her. She smiled weakly and patted my face.

“I’m sorry I reacted that way. I was only nineteen when the last man spilled inside me. That was twelve years ago. I’d forgotten what it felt like. I’d forgotten how ….. No, it’s not fair to you. You don’t need to know what it’s like. Lay next to me for a little while.”

We lay there quietly for about fifteen minutes.

“Let me tell you a little about my sexuality.”

“I knew I was a lesbian before puberty. I was attracted to girls, but boys seemed crude and not physically appealing. As a young girl, I experimented, as all young girls and boys do. Boys seemed too aggressive. They were in too much of a hurry. Girls are more patient and giving.” She touched my chest and smiled. “You are an exception. You are a generous lover.”

Marja moved her hand to my cock. “Penises are fascinating, but not attractive. One minute they are soft and the next they’re so hard! The end is like a sponge with a tiny eye.” She caressed my balls. “Sometimes the testicles hang down and sometimes they’re tight against the body. It’s strange.”

My erection grew as she touched me.

Marja bent and licked my shaft. “It’s fun doing that and seeing your penis twitch. It happens every time.” She licked me again and stroked my sac.

“I learned that, while I love having sex with girls, I also enjoy giving blowjobs. I love the power it gives me over a boy. With my mouth and tongue I can control a boy. I can give great pleasure or withhold it.” Her lips slid over my cock and she bobbed her head slowly. I felt her tongue circle the head of my cock. I groaned.

Marja sat up and crossed her legs. She folded her hands in her lap. “You see? When I stop, your hips rise. Your penis searches for my mouth.”

“I have many friends, both men and women. We share our bodies often. I still enjoy giving blowjobs. I still love the feeling of power. I rarely fuck with my male friends. When I do, I always finish them with my hands or my mouth. I’m usually happy to suck them. I’m told I’ve become quite good at it.”

She nodded her head and grinned. “I love feeling a man swell and spurt when I force him to spill in my mouth. I love the way he loses control of his body. When I feel his seed shoot onto my tongue, I feel triumph. I’ve been in complete control of his body. I’ve made him thrust and jerk and cry out. It’s a great feeling. But when a man spills inside me, I feel only disgust. I feel degraded. I feel I’ve betrayed myself by allowing such a thing. Never again.” She shook her head. “Never! Never!”

She licked her lips. “You want my mouth on you again, don’t you? Tell me you want my mouth.”

Marja was definitely a complex person. Giving blowjobs was a power trip for her. It was a game most men would kill to play and she was offering to play with me. It was, as they say, an offer I couldn’t refuse. “Yes, Marja, I want your mouth very much!”

She smiled happily. “Don’t try too hard,” she said. “I’m going to tease you, but in the end I’ll make you spill.” She winked. “I promise you’ll have a nice, long orgasm, but I’ll control when you have it. You will have no choice. My mouth has all the power. You have none.”

She moved between my legs and lowered her mouth onto me, using her lips and tongue expertly. I propped two pillows under my head and stretched my arms out to the sides.

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Ping! I look over to the bottom right-hand corner of my screen and see the notification for an incoming message. That’s weird, who would be writing to me at this hour of the night, and from work to top it off. Well, let’s just ignore the fact that it’s a Friday night and I’m sitting on my bed in sweats and a sports bra, writing a report that isn’t due for another week, my two cats as my only company. As usual, they’re both asleep, one at the foot of my bed and the other between my outstretched legs. I open up the message and see it’s from my boss. Oh lovely, the client has rescheduled the final presentation for next week instead of the week after. That means that we’ll have to fly out first thing Monday morning. Guess it pays off to be married to the job, because there shouldn’t be any problem in having the report done in time, even with the unexpected rescheduling of this meeting.

Being married to the job also has its deficiencies, especially in terms of relationships. It makes for some very lonely nights. Thankfully I have a very vivid imagination and a decent collection of toys to help me deal with the dry spell. Speaking of imagination, I notice that the new guy is included in the list of people going to visit the client next week. Oh yummy… he’s been the star of my fantasies since the first day I saw him at work. Shawn Calvin. His name sounds like he should be an underwear model, and his looks just reinforce that idea. He’s tall, dark blond, with a body that would put Michelangelo’s David to shame. I’d love to have a go with him. Yeah, as my good friend Chris used to say, if wishes were horses I’d be driving a Ferrari.

Thinking about Shawn takes my mind off the report and I realize just how late it is. It’s time for me to turn off the computer and relax for a bit before going to sleep. I save my progress, wait for it to shut down and then get up to place it on the night table. On my way back to the bed I debate whether I should grab one of my toys or not, finally deciding to go for it. I grab my favorite purple vibrator and lay down on the bed, letting my imagination take over.

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Monday morning at the airport the group assigned to the client presentation meets up at the gate to wait for the plane to board. I arrive last, and see Shawn (dreamy sigh), another coworker named Miriam and Ben, our boss (another dreamy sigh) already seated and waiting. Ben is older, maybe late 40s, but still works out almost every day and has an extremely defined body that looks killer in a suit. He also speaks in a super-sexy European accent that makes me shiver just listening to him. I’d love to be the middle of a Ben and Shawn sandwich if I ever got the chance. Thankfully no one can read my thoughts as we wait for the plane to board, or I’d probably die of embarrassment. As is, thinking of the two of them together has me squirming in my seat.

The plane boards soon after and the flight is uneventful. We reach our destination and check into the hotel. As luck would have it, Ben, Shawn and I are on the same floor, almost in neighboring rooms. We all go up our rooms to leave the suitcases and meet for lunch before heading to the client’s office. Lunch is quick, though as a group we all get along and except for Shawn have known each other for years. I love my job so much largely in part to the great professional relationship I have with Ben and the others in my department. Most days it seems we’re more like family than coworkers, which is a rare thing in the business world.

The meeting with the client later that afternoon goes better than expected. They’re happy with the results presented, which means that we’re the front runners for obtaining the next project of this type that they might need. Once we leave the client’s office, Ben invites us all to a celebratory dinner. Miriam declines, but Shawn and I eagerly accept. We drink wine to accompany our food, and before I realize it we’ve kartal escort downed about a bottle each, maybe more. I know for sure that I’ve passed my limit because I stand up and the room starts spinning. Both Ben and Shawn notice and reach out to steady me as I sway a little. “I’m so sorry guys, this is extremely embarrassing,” I say. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk up to my room. Could you help me out?”

“Sure” says Shawn at the same time Ben replies “Don’t worry. We’ll help you up.”

I accidently (ok, maybe on purpose) keep brushing my breasts on their arms as they hold me up and guide me along, using my unsteady state as an excuse. Both of them try to ignore it, but I can see that Shawn is getting a little flushed around the collar. Interesting possibilities run through my wine-infused brain, and I keep “accidently” brushing up against him as we walk. Ben is much harder to read though, but it’s fun to keep up the act. Between the two of them they help me reach the elevator without incident. The elevator opens up, and Ben walks in first, me behind him and Shawn bringing up the rear. As the doors close I trip on my feet and fall against Ben, who had just turned around, my whole body plastered against his. I pull Shawn with me since he had been holding my arm at the moment, and he fall against my back. I start to laugh and blurt out “I’m finally in a Ben and Shawn sandwich!” before clamping my hands over my mouth and trying to stand up on my own, face red with humiliation. I lower my eyes to the floor so as to not see either of their faces in fear of being laughed at, but they both try to make light of it as the elevator reaches our floor and we get out.

Walking down the corridor to my room it somehow feels different. There’s an electric feeling to the air that wasn’t there before. I’m probably imagining things though. Ben takes my room key from my purse and hands it to Shawn, who opens the door. He then leads me in as Shawn closes the door behind us. “Thank you guys so much for helping me to get here” I say. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore though. I can handle things on my own from here.”

Ben sits on the edge of the bed next to me and turns to look me in the eye. “What you said in the elevator, about being in a Ben and Shawn sandwich, is that something you’re really interested in, or is it just the wine talking?” I blush furiously and stammer a bit, unsure of what to say.

Shawn kneels in front of me and takes my hands into his before saying “You don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s something we’d like to know.” Ok, I think to myself, I’ve definitely had way too much to drink, or I’ve dived head-first into the Twilight Zone. Ben puts his hand on my shoulder and starts playing with my hair as they wait for an answer. I’m dumb-founded, turning to look from one to the other.

“Would…” my voice trails off, barely audible. I clear my throat and try again. “Are you guys asking what I think you are?” I’m finally able to say.

Ben replies in his oh-so-sexy accent “We’re asking if you would really like a threesome with us.” Leave it to him to get to the point, as always. I look at him and back at Shawn, who is rubbing his fingertips over my hands as if trying to calm me down. Actually, it’s having the opposite effect. My heart rate is through the roof, blood pounding in my ears at the thought that this is actually happening, that I’m being invited by not just one, but two extremely attractive, handsome men at the same time.

“If you’re not interested just tell us,” says Shawn “and we’ll all go on like this never happened.”

I lower my gaze to catch my breath, bringing Ben’s crotch into focus. Holy cow! My gaze flies up to look into his eyes, and he smiles ruefully at my reaction. “I can understand it’s a bit much to take in, but we’d really, really like for you to say yes.”

“A bit much? Talk about an understatement,” I say under my breath. bayrampaşa escort

Shawn chuckles at that and replies “We’re still waiting for an answer. Not to pressure you or anything, but we’d kinda need to know.”

“You’re both ok with this?” I ask again, trying to wrap my head around the situation.

“Of course we are,” says Ben, “otherwise we would never have asked.”

“Ok, I get that,” I say. By now, much of the alcohol induced fog as left my brain, and my libido has kicked into high gear. “If you two are sure you’re ok with this, then yes, I most definitely want to be in a threesome with you two” I reply before my courage gives out.

“Thank you sweetheart” says Shawn as Ben turns my head to kiss me, his tongue tracing my lips before slipping between them to deepen the kiss. Shawn sits down on the bed next to me, kissing my neck, his hand slipping under my shirt to caress my breasts over my bra, molding and kneading with his palm. I reach down and place my hands over the bulges in their pants, stroking over both at the same time. My head is spinning, never having expected my wildest fantasy to have a chance of coming true.

Shawn puts his fingers on my chin and gently pulls me towards him for a kiss, our tongues twining together, so Ben starts massaging my other breast. He slowly starts to unbutton my blouse as he kisses my neck until its gaping open and the dark blue lace of my bra is completely visible. He bends down and suckles my breast through the bra and I moan into Shawn’s mouth. Shawn takes off my shirt while Ben unbuckles my bra and removes it. Both of them kneel down in front of me and each one takes a nipple into their mouths. It’s a weird feeling, having both nipples sucked on at the same time. I can feel the difference in pressure, in how they use their tongues to flick and lick my nipples until they’re hard peaks and I’m squirming on the bed, my panties already damp and my clit throbbing. I moan softly as they continue to torment me in tandem, biting, licking, sucking on my hard and distended nipples, my hands in their hair, pulling each one as close as possible.

Ben stands up, takes off his shirt and unzips his pants, pushing them down to his feet before stepping out of them. His cock is so thick and hard, my mouth waters at the sight. He steps closer and I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, licking my lips in anticipation. I pump it once, twice then lick the head using teasing flicks of my tongue, swirling it around and around before opening my lips and letting it slide into my mouth. Shawn playfully bites my nipple and I gasp with Ben’s cock in my mouth, which he uses to his advantage and pushes in fully so the head hits the back of my throat. I gag on it a little, working to swallow around it and take it deeper. “That’s it baby, breathe. You can take it all” he says to me. I look up and see the lust burning in his eyes, and that makes me want to please him so I stay there, working my throat around his cock. He pulls back and I draw in a deep breath, noticing that Shawn has stood up and is now naked as well.

Boy oh boy, I am in a hedonist’s heaven I think to myself, letting my eyes run over the two gorgeous men naked in my hotel room. I take Ben’s cock in my hand to stroke it as I drop to my knees and take Shawn’s cock into my mouth, moving slowly back and forth while he runs his fingers through my hair and urges me faster. I oblige and speed up, lips tight around his cock, tongue caressing on each stroke, one hand on his thigh to help me stay balanced. He pulls me back and helps me up so that he can kiss me passionately and Ben presses into my from behind, moving my hair over one shoulder so he can easily kiss and lick my neck. I writhe between them, loving the feel of their hard bodies and even harder cocks pressing against me, their hands roaming over my body. Someone, I don’t know who at this point as my brain is no longer working, merter escort unzips my skirt and pulls it down my legs, baring the matching blue lace thong that long ago lost the war to contain the moisture dripping from my pussy. They both growl appreciatively when they see me, and help me to step out of it before laying me down on the bed, ass resting just on the edge and my feet on the floor.

Ben steps between my legs and kneels on the floor, running his hands up and down my thighs. Shawn kneels over my, his legs on either side of my torso. I prop myself up on my forearms as he scoots forward so I can take his dick in my mouth. Ben starts licking over my pussy, teasing with his tongue outside my pussy lips, over and around until finally licking straight up the center and homing in on my clit. He sucks and licks at it, not letting up and then licks down to stab his tongue into me deep, drawing out my juices. He alternates fucking me with his tongue and licking and sucking on my clit. At the same time, I’m playing with Shawn’s dick, licking and teasing the head before letting it slip past my lips and sucking on it. He draws back and I lick as much of it as I can reach. He then pushes past my lips and slides it in until the head hits the back of my throat and I work my muscles around him to take it deep before he slides back out slowly and then picks up the pace. I’m awash in sensation and it doesn’t take long for me to cum, crying out around Shawn’s dick in my mouth, legs shaking and body trembling as I lie helpless while the pleasure sweeps through me.

I lay there panting, trying to regain some sense of control while Ben keeps licking me, his face covered in my cum. Shawn gets up and helps me to sit up and change position, so that I’m kneeling on the bed on all four. He moves behind me and Ben moves in front, his cock hard and straining, the veins clearly outlined under his skin. There’s a drop of pre-cum on it that I can’t resist and flick my tongue out to lick it off. Behind me I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper just before I feel Shawn press his cock into my pussy. I’m so wet that he slides in without much trouble in spite of my pussy being so tight and swollen around him. He pushes in until I can feel his balls slap against my clit and he just stays there, filling me almost to the point of pain. Ben places his cock against my lips and I lick over the tip and then let him slide into my mouth. He also pushes in deep, as far as I can take him and then pulls back. Shawn pulls out of my pussy and slams back in, jolting me forward to take Ben’s cock in my mouth again. Over and over they work me, penetrating my pussy and my mouth with their hard cocks, keeping a steady pace they can tell is driving me insane. My body starts to quiver as the pleasure grows within me until I reach the breaking point and cum hard, my pussy pulsing and milking the cock in it, and my mouth sucking stronger than I previously had on the cock fucking it.

My legs feel like they’re going to give out but Shawn grabs me by the hips holds me up, slamming into me hard and deep. I cry out at his penetration which intensifies the aftershocks shaking through my body. He cums with a low grunt, his thrusts slowing down but not completely stopping. Ben then takes over, making me focus on his cock as it slides in and out of my mouth. I use my tongue to caress it on each stroke and he wraps my hair around his fist, his other hand urging me faster. He one final stroke and he explodes down my throat, long hot pulses of cum that I eagerly swallow jetting from his cock. At this point I’m so overwhelmed that I collapse on the bed.

Ben lies down next to me and takes me into his arms so that I’m facing him, our legs intertwined. Shawn lies down behind me, spooning me from the back. “That was absolutely amazing,” I say. “I never would have believed it if I hadn’t lived it”. Ben just chuckles and kisses me softly and I can feel Shawn’s answering smile against my shoulder, his cock twitching slightly as it nestles along my butt, making me thing of round two. For now I’m too tired so I start to doze off, surrounded by hard male bodies and heat and think to myself, a girl can definitely get used to this.

Candace and the Frat Boys Ch. 03

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Candace and the Frat Boys (Chapter 3)

Kathryn M. Burke

Josh began coming over twice or three times a week, bringing a change of clothing in his backpack. Candace had to admit it was nice to have a man in the house—and in her bed—again, and the age difference didn’t mean a whole lot. Well, that wasn’t exactly true: every now and then it did flutter through her mind that she was basically sleeping with a guy who could be her son, and whose naïveté and ingenuousness made Josh seem even younger than his years.

But there was one night when, after a particularly vigorous session that left them both exhausted and sweating, he asked a question that Candace had been dreading:

“Why did you go to the frat house that night?”

Candace sighed. “Oh, Josh, I don’t know,” she said wearily. “Maybe I was bored. Maybe I was frustrated that I hadn’t had a man in weeks or months. Maybe I just wanted to make sure that I was still attractive to guys.”

“How could you possibly doubt it, Candace?”

“Oh, you’d be surprised. After all the stupid and pointless and tiresome dates I’d gone on, a woman begins to wonder. Anyway, given that my good-for-nothing husband is now comfortably shacked up with a little piece of fluff about fifteen years younger than me, I began to be haunted by the idea that no guy ever wants to be associated with a woman of his own age, let alone an older woman—even for crudely carnal purposes.”

“I do!” Josh cried valiantly. “Um—but not just for that purpose, of course.”

“That’s very sweet of you, dear, and it’s one of the reasons why I like having you around. You’re different. You’re special.”

“I don’t know about that,” he muttered. “The other guys at the frat house . . .”

“Well, yes, those guys did seem to receive me with open arms. I hope it wasn’t just the prospect of free, guiltless sex with a reasonably presentable woman that led them to poke me over and over again.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that!”

“I hope not. Anyway, they’re all sweethearts—nothing like you, you’re in a class by yourself, but they’re charming boys, and I like them.”

Josh was humbled by her compliment and remained silent.

“And that brings me to something I wanted to ask,” Candace went on, surprisingly tentative given how forthright and outspoken she usually was. She gazed directly at Josh—she was lying on top of him, covering his entire body with hers—and said: “Would you mind if I, um, spent another night with them sometime?”

Josh, in fact, had been anticipating such a request; but now that it was actually uttered, he didn’t know how to respond. He opened his mouth, but only some inarticulate croaks came out of it.

“Look, Josh,” she said, “it’s perfectly okay if you want to say no. If this is something that would bother or annoy or offend you, just say so.”

“I’m not the boss of you,” he said almost inaudibly.

“I know you’re not,” she said with a smile, “and I’m grateful you’re not possessive like so many other men. But I owe you something—maybe a lot—and I don’t want to upset you.”

“The guys really like you,” he said. “I know they do—they say so all the time, and they’re super-envious that I get to spend so much time with you.” And so much time getting into your pants.

“Do they? That’s nice. But—”

“I think you should go back! They really miss you. And I won’t mind.”

Candace peered into his face to see if he really meant it. She sensed that he didn’t, but didn’t want to seem controlling. Here was a guy who’d never had a girlfriend before; and even though she was twenty-three years his elder, it was natural for him to want to keep her all to himself.

“Okay, well, maybe I will sometime. But if you want to put your foot down and say no, I’ll stay away.”

She did go back to the frat house in mid-October—a Saturday night this time, since she liked to have Josh over on Friday nights to unwind after a tough work week. Josh did express some worry that she might not be able to endure the onslaught of men, as had happened last time; but she said that, largely because of his own efforts, she had “gotten back into the swing of things” and was more confident of taking all comers (oops! bad pun).

Josh felt hugely proud having Candace on his arm as they walked into the frat house—to the expected applause of all the assembled guys. They had given several days’ notice of their arrival, and so the guys had done their best to give her a queen’s welcome. They let her use the best bed in the house—a huge king-size four-poster in the room that Matt, the fraternity president, occupied. All other women were banished for that night, and Candace felt a bit intimidated—an unusual emotion for her—at the presence of so many testosterone-filled males surrounding her lone female self. But she said to herself, I know I’m up for this, and carried herself with the confidence and pride that came from being a superbly lovely and desirable lady.

Matt hadn’t let Candace know ahead of time, but kadıköy escort he had summoned even more guys—a total of thirty-two—from all corners of the campus to enjoy her. Even though Josh had told him that Candace had found the previous batch of twenty-six guys (several of whom, as Matt had said, had come back for seconds with her) a little too much to bear, Matt was confident that she could take all these guys on. Maybe he’d restrict them to one discharge per customer, although he wasn’t entirely sure that he could feasibly enforce that rule.

And so the party began. As before, a certain number of guys—about a dozen—insisted on being with her by themselves, even though this meant that, for more than an hour, the other twenty guys didn’t have much to do except occasionally watch the proceedings. Some guys came in as little as five minutes; others took as much as fifteen. After that first dozen, the guys started descending on Candace in pairs—or trios. This went on for the next three hours, with almost no break for the poor woman. And yet, she seemed vigorous and alert until the end. There was a widespread violation of Matt’s informal rule, and it was determined that the guys had sent a total of forty-eight discharges into—or onto—Candace by the end of the proceedings.

Josh had prudently stayed away from the fray, retreating to his own room most of the time. Every so often he checked what was going on, just to make sure Candace—or the guys—weren’t overdoing it. But it became obvious to everyone that he really couldn’t endure to watch his “girl” being poked and prodded so many times and in so many novel and unusual ways. He just wanted to make sure she didn’t pass out from all the attention.

She didn’t, but she did need a shower afterwards to wash all the come off of her. And Josh was happy to oblige, stripping and leading her into the bathroom as he had done before on that previous occasion which—so it seemed to him—had become a defining moment in his life. Afterward, he toweled her off, put on one of her own nightgowns (which she had brought for the purpose). and led her back to his room, where they would spend the night.

“So how was it?” he said, as he tucked her in like a little girl.

Candace’s eyes were shining, although she looked pretty tuckered out. “It was great!”

“You did even more guys than before,” he said, half-chidingly.

“I don’t doubt it.” She gazed up at him as he remained standing, naked, in front of the bed. “You sure you didn’t mind?”

“No. I like to share the good things I have.”

“Well, you certainly did that. The guys are all grateful, I’m sure.”

“I guess.”

“You, um, haven’t done me yourself tonight. Would you like to?”

“You aren’t too tired?”

“I think I can take one more—especially if it’s you.”

They coupled tenderly and lovingly, and then went to sleep.

*

Josh moved into Candace’s house soon thereafter. He didn’t have a lot of belongings—mostly books and clothes—so it was pretty easy to stash the stuff here and there. But it was only a few weeks after he moved in that an awkward development occurred.

It was on a Friday night, and the couple had just indulged in a vigorous session of both vaginal and anal sex. In accordance with Candace’s strict instructions, Josh trotted to the bathroom to wash his member. He’d heard her say often enough, “If you expect me to put that thing in my mouth, you’ll wash it thoroughly—and with soap, buster!”

But just as he was sauntering along the upstairs corridor and back to the bedroom, the front door opened and a woman entered the house.

The stairs leading to the second floor were in a direct line with the front door, so that the woman got a good look at Josh’s nudity as he suddenly picked up steam and rushed back into the bedroom—but not before he heard the woman scream, “Omigod, Mom! Who’s that?”

Josh, eyes wide in alarm, looked at Candace, lying prone on the bed, her face buried in a pillow.

“Um, there’s a woman downstairs who’s calling you Mom,” he said.

Candace languidly turned her head in his direction. “Well, I guess that’s because she’s my daughter.”

A shiver went through Josh. “You never told me you had a daughter.”

“You never asked,” she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. You seem keen on only talking about yourself.

But their discussion was cut short by the sound of feet thundering up the stairs and a ferocious knocking on the bedroom door.

“Mom!” the woman cried. “Who on earth is that? Why is he naked? What—?” She cut herself off, as if in stupefaction.

Candace rolled her eyes, got up from the bed, trudged over to the door, and opened it only enough to poke her head out, keeping her body well out of sight of the intruder.

“Julie,” she said sharply, “will you keep your voice down? It must be close to midnight.”

“I know what time it is!” Julie shouted. “You need to tell me who—” After an appalled pause: “Are you naked too, Mom? Jesus, are you having sex with him? He—he must be a college ümraniye escort student!”

“So are you,” Candace said blandly. “And I imagine he’s a year older than you. He’s a senior, and you’re only a junior.”

“Oh, so that makes it all right!” Julie exploded.

“Julie, what are you doing here?” Candace said sharply.

Somehow the whole situation at her family home had made Julie forget her own troubles. “I—I left my boyfriend. He showed himself to be a scumbag.”

“Yeah, well, I never liked him much.”

“Well, I hate him!”

“Exactly what did he do?”

Julie blushed. “I’ll tell you later. I just wanted to—to stay here for a while. Is that okay?”

Candace adopted a put-upon air. “I suppose. Your old bedroom is still available. I was thinking of using it as a guest room, but I haven’t had any guests lately.”

“Except the guy who’s in your bed right now!” Julie said acidly.

Candace cracked a smile. “Oh, yeah, him. He’s a sweet boy, Julie. You’ll like him.”

“I very much doubt it! I hope you two are—are finished with whatever you were doing.”

“I guess so. Best for everyone to get some sleep. We can talk this all out in the morning.”

And with that, Candace peremptorily closed and door and let her daughter fend for herself.

She turned back to Josh, who had retreated into the bed and covered all but his head with the sheet and blanket, as if this daughter who had materialized out of nowhere might force her way in and tell him where to get off.

Candace slipped into bed herself, saying, “Never mind her. She’ll be fine.”

“You could have told me about her!” Josh whined.

“You could have asked!” Candace spat back. “Look, she’s a junior at our illustrious institution.” She suddenly let out a peal of laughter. “Maybe you’ve taken a class with her! That would be pretty funny!”

“That wouldn’t be very funny.”

“Well, who knows? Anyway, I’m afraid we’re stuck with her for a while. Boyfriend troubles.”

“I don’t think she’s gonna like me.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. She probably got a good view of your posterior—and you do have a cute butt!”

Josh turned away from his lover, signaling it was time to go to sleep. But the thought of what all three of them would have to deal with in the morning wasn’t conducive to good repose.

*

Josh and Candace were up first the next morning, and they were already sipping their coffee and chewing on some pastries by the time Julie made her way downstairs to the kitchen.

Josh had to admit he liked what he saw.

Julie was a few inches shorter than her mother, and there was a kind of touching innocence about her face that contrasted starkly with Candace’s radiant but somewhat brittle sophistication. In the full-length nightgown she was wearing, Josh got fleeting glimpses of nice curves here and there, although it was evident that Julie didn’t have quite the robust bosom that her mother sported. But the delicacy and fragility of her overall bearing brought out all the primitive male protectiveness in Josh. He only wondered if this fresh-faced young woman—who, if Candace’s remark that she was a year behind him in school, would be about twenty years old—would ever give him a chance to direct it toward her.

Her initial comments weren’t encouraging.

Josh stood up when she appeared, and extended a hand. “Hi, I’m Josh.”

She didn’t trouble to shake his hand, heading right to the coffeemaker to pour herself a big mug of coffee. “Julie,” she said curtly. Then, looking him up and down: “I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.”

Josh blushed furiously, and that caused Julie to laugh—and, also, to soften her expression into something less than implacable hostility.

“I—I’m sorry you had to see that,” he blundered.

“I’m not,” Julie said shortly. “You have a nice butt.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Candace said. “All women appreciate a good male butt.”

“I don’t know if I like the trend of this conversation,” Josh said sulkily.

“Oh,” Julie said accusingly, “so you guys can evaluate female body parts to your heart’s content, but we can’t do the same for yours? You should be lucky we even take notice: you men don’t have a lot of parts that would be of much interest to us.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Candace said judiciously. “Aside from the obvious”—she glanced significantly at Josh’s groin—”I’m getting to like that area of a man’s body that leads from his shoulders to his neck. There are some lovely muscles there: they just make me get—”

“Mom,” Julie said severely, “we don’t need to hear about what turns you on.” She directed her attention to Josh. “I trust you’ll be heading out pretty soon? You presumably had a fairly satisfying night with my mother, so it must be time for you to go.”

There was a cavernous silence. Candace and Josh looked at each other, and both of them had trouble looking at Julie.

“What’s the deal?” Julie snapped. “Does he need to shower? Well, let him! I can keep out of his way maltepe escort until he’s ready to leave.”

Candace extended a hand toward her daughter’s arm. “Julie, dear, we need to explain something to you.”

“What?” she said. She didn’t like the sound of that “we.”

Candace sighed. “Josh—well, you see, he lives here.”

“He what?” Julie exploded.

“Just until he graduates next June,” Candace said quickly, although in fact that hadn’t actually been agreed upon. “It just seemed easier—”

“Easier how? So you can fuck him every night with minimal inconvenience?”

“Julie, don’t use language like that.”

“You’re criticizing my language while you’re bedding down with a guy who could be your son? Jesus, Mom!”

“Josh is not my son, Julie. And he’s a very nice boy—I mean, young man. You should be so lucky as to meet someone like him.”

Julie winced at that, since her own ex-boyfriend clearly wasn’t a “nice boy.” “Mom, are you so desperate for sex that you have to pluck some undergraduate and take him to your bed?”

“Julie, that’s none of your business.”

“How did you two meet, anyway?” It was an accusation.

It was now Candace who, uncharacteristically, blushed. “I—I can’t tell you that.”

“You can’t tell me? Why the hell not?”

“Look,” Candace said desperately, “that’s not important. I met him, we’re very fond of each other, and now he’s living here for a while. You’re just going to have to deal with it.”

During all this time, Josh just turned his gaze from mother to daughter as if he were watching a tensely contested tennis match. He didn’t entirely appreciate being talked about as if he weren’t there, but couldn’t think of anything to add that wouldn’t make the situation even worse than it was.

Finally he said, “Maybe I should go.”

Candace turned to him fiercely. “Go? Go where? All your stuff is here.”

“I could just go back to the frat house. My room is still available.”

“Oh, so he’s a frat boy!” Julie said in a kind of baleful triumph.

“Julie, please,” Candace said. “I didn’t think you liked to engage in stereotypes. Not all frat boys are—are whatever you seem to think they are.”

“Brandon was a frat boy once,” Julie muttered. This must be the unsavory ex-boyfriend.

“Okay,” Candace said, “but they’re not all the same.”

“Look,” Josh said, “maybe it would be better if I got out of the way while—um, while Julie figured out her living situation. It would just make things more comfortable for everyone.”

“What rubbish!” Candace cried. “You’re not going anywhere, my man! And my daughter had just better realize that this is my house, not hers.”

There was no arguing with this magisterial command, and the two young people lapsed into an uneasy silence. Julie, her coffee finished and with little appetite to eat anything, flounced up from the table and headed upstairs.

“I don’t think this is going to work so well,” Josh said to his lover.

“Oh, she’ll be fine. She’ll just have to get used to it.”

After showering, Josh decided to make a further stab at mollifying Candace’s daughter. Fully dressed, he knocked tentatively at the closed door of Julie’s bedroom. It took her quite a while to open it, and when she did so she glared at Josh and said tartly, “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Listen, Julie,” he said, “I’d really like us to be friends. Can we talk for a bit?”

Julie initially didn’t seem inclined to move out of the doorway and let Josh in, but at last she relented. Turning her heel on him, she resumed putting some clothes—which she had brought in a large suitcase that was now lying on the bed—into a dresser.

Josh stood irresolutely as Julie pointedly kept her back to him.

“Would you like to tell me what happened with your boyfriend?” he ventured.

“Not really,” she said in a clipped voice.

“Oh, come on. Maybe I can help somehow.”

She deigned to turn around and glance at him. “I doubt it. He just proved himself to be—how can I put this?—not the guy I thought he was. I thought he was sweet and kind and caring and sensitive, but he just ended up being like all the rest.”

“All the rest of what?”

“All the rest of you males!” Julie thundered in sudden anger. “Why are you all a bunch of sleazeballs?”

Josh could have taken offense at that, but he chose to be diplomatic. “I hope some of us aren’t.”

Julie felt a tad mortified. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just a little upset.”

“But what did he do?”

Julie colored. “I—I can’t tell you. Maybe later.”

“But you’re really finished with him?”

“There’s no way I’ll ever see him again!”

“You were living with him, right?’

“Yeah. It was a crappy little rooming house, but it seemed cozy for the two of us.”

“Was this the first time you’d ever lived with a guy?”

“Yes.”

“It must be tough.”

“It wasn’t at first—it was lovely. Then—” She stopped suddenly, and her anger flared up again. “Is this the first time you’ve shacked up with a ‘girl’?”

Josh’s face felt hot. “Your mom’s not a girl.”

“You bet she isn’t! She’s my mom!”

“I understand why you might be upset, but you gotta believe that I’m not here just for—” Just for sex. “I really care about her. She’s a sweetheart.”

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Camelot Ch. 01

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Chloe Salpa

The eight students, tipsy and still buzzing from the pulsating loud music they left behind in the night club. The group of three women and five men piled into two different mini cabs outside the club and headed to Kieran’s parents house. They had come down from university after their end of term exams to take in the London night life; they had all missed. Kieran offered to house them for the weekend since his parents were off on another cruise. His parents were now retired, wealthy and spent more and more time taking cruises rather than staying in rainy ol’ England.

The group’s name ‘Camelot’ had been given to them by Dylan, the horny Scotsman as he often referred to himself. The historical the first part of it, Cam, reflected the Celtic word meaning “crooked” in Dylan’s most likely depraved thinking it meant “The Crooked Lot'” He was 5ft 10 lean but extremely fit from playing soccer for the university team. His dark hair and cobalt blue eyes made him look intense. Though intense was the last thing he was…Dylan was the biggest prankster and the life of the party, he was the unofficial head of the group. Always suggesting they do all sorts of interesting things whilst they were still young and stupid!

Breaking the silence of the serene upper class neighbourhood, they stood discussing loudly what the next plan was for the night as the Mini cabs drove off down the long driveway to the gate and into the night. They noisily walked into the posh mansion that was Kieran’s family home; Dylan was calling for more music and booze to continue the buzz. The rest of Camelot agreed. Kieran walked into his father’s ‘study’ and the whole group followed. At one side of the so called study was a bar, countless bottles of alcohol lined the mirrored wall behind it. ‘Ladies, what would you like to drink?’ Kieran asked politely, as was his nature

‘My cum?’ Dusty cheekily asked he always found a way to bring up sex even when no-one else could. Dusty was an American army brat, he was the tallest of the lot at 6ft 6, built like a brick house no-one knew his real hair colour because it was a different colour each week, on this particular week his hair was platinum blond with blue highlights. He was always staring at all the couples but tried not to get spotted, they had always thought that there was more to his story than the group knew.

‘It’s early yet,’ said Sarah visibly tipsy and unusually forward. ‘Give us a bit of time and we’ll be sure to try it out. I’m game for new challenges!’ She mischievously said.

Everyone bust out laughing and some shook their heads in disbelief. Sarah, the silent voice of reason, She was never forward, rather shy mostly. She was beautiful though she didn’t think so. Her long strawberry blond tresses framed her soft oval lightly freckled face, her almond eyes green eyes always held a smile. Sarah had the hugest crash on Dylan but would never own up to her feelings for him.

‘Tequila, if you have some.’ said Tina, a strikingly beautiful red head, with a body made for sin as she always loved to say, how true this was. Her breasts slightly over filled her 36 C cup bras, her hour glass body always covered in sexy yet tasteful garments and her ass was full yet firm. She had a distinct wiggle to her walk. Tina’s suggestion for tequilas got a hearty round of approval.

‘I’m going to need help slicing the oranges for the tequila.’ Kieran said as he placed a bowl of oranges on the counter. ‘Matthew?’

Matthew, the youngest of the group at 20 years old, stood tall at 6ft 4 with blond hair, soft blue eyes and a tanned buff body that had most girls and some guys stare. He looked like a god amongst men. He avcılar escort was a gentleman always, which made all the girls swoon over him. Matthew went behind the bar counter to help Kieran.

Kieran was of Celtic decent his dark hair and turquoise eyes made him look other worldly. He stood tall at 6 ft 2. His body was firm and muscled, though he was not massive he looked well filled out in all the right places. His manner was soft, gentle and compassionate. None of them knew he was from a wealthy family until Sarah stumbled upon an article in a finance magazine at the campus library, which had done a profile on his father. Inside was a family photo. Kieran didn’t want anyone of the group to treat him differently because his father was one of the richest men in England.

Dylan walked to the centre of the study and announced ‘We shall sit here and drink the tequila…in our underwear!’ laughter rang out in the large room.

‘I second the motion’ Sarah chimed in. To no-ones surprise, at this point. She walked up to Dylan and slowly began to undress, facing him. The rest of the group walk over to them and also started to peel off their clothing and fling them all over the room.

Kieran and Matthew carried two bottles of golden booze, glasses on a tray with the sugar and oranges to the center of the group before the both of them hastily undressed.

Tina was standing and sexily stripping in front of Bryce. Bryce was a 6 ft 2 chocolate brown, Afro-Caribbean Tyresse look-a-like. With a small dimple on the right side of his mouth and eyes that were dark pools waiting for someone to drown in them.

Next to them stood Johari, caramel skinned beautiful African, ‘Jo’ to all her friends, had been born in Kenya and brought to boarding school in England when she was ten years old. Jo was 5ft 10 inches tall with an oval face, soft full lips that held untold promises and hazel eyes that striped a mans soul bare. Her full breasts fit nicely into a 36DD bra, men could barely hold a conversation with her without directing part of the conversation to her breasts. She had a crush on Kieran since their first day in university when he offered to be her guide, even though he didn’t know where he was going either.

Once they were in their underwear giggling and commenting on each others choices of underwear, they turned to Dusty who still stood wearing only his trousers. ‘Hey Dusty, we can’t start drinking when you still have your trousers on.’ Tina said as she walked over to him in her crimson red lace g-string and matching bra that could hardly contain her breasts. She stood in front of him slowly reaching for his belt buckle. Her eyes held his as she began to unbuckle his belt. ‘I didn’t think of you being shy, Dusty.’ Tina said softy.

‘I’m not.’ Dusty said his voice deep and hoarse, Tina’s hand slowly opening the zip of his pants. ‘I just don’t wear any underwear!’ he announced. As he took hold of Tina’s hands stopping her.

‘Wow. Dusty, still you need to loose the pants, who seconds my motion?’ Tina’s voice filled with passion.

‘All of us second the motion.’ Sarah said giggling. ‘I need a drink! Common Dusty, lets get this party going…promise we won’t laugh.’ she added as she went over to him and began helping Tina take Dusty’s trousers off. A tense air of silence hit the room as Dusty’s semi erect penis was revealed. No one could laugh let alone speak when they saw it. His penis was huge and thick and lay nestled in dusty brown short fuzz of pubic hair. The deep pink bulbous helmet was large and the shaft thicker at the base than the rest of the thick column. Sarah could hardly contain herself as mecidiyeköy escort she reached to touch it. ‘How big is this monster cock of yours, Dusty?’ Sarah asked her voice hoarse and strained as her fingers gently stroked the cock before her. The whole group watched in awe at Dusty’s long thick cock in Sarah’s grip.

Dusty’s looked at Sarah’s hand stroking his penis, gently rocking on his heels he answered softly, ’12 inches or so.’

‘Or so…? Yeah right!’ Dylan snickered as he reached to take a glass of tequila and down it contents gingerly. Sarah stopped stroking Dusty’s now hard cock and led him by it to the circle and sat down next to Dylan. Tina as if in a trance followed closely and sat next to Dusty and Bryce.

‘And there was poor George Bush was looking the weapon of mass destruction in Iraq and it was in your pants all this time!’ Said Jo as she raised one eyebrow as was her trade mark. Everyone break into laughter and a bit of the tension was released from the air. ‘I’m thirsting for some tequila.’ she added taking the glass, orange quarter and brown sugar Kieran offered.

Soon they had emptied all of the contents of the tequila bottle. The music in the background was a slow love song. Kieran and Jo were seated on the floor kissing and touching, Matthew sat on the floor watching as Bryce and Tina held each other closely dancing and Dusty and Dylan were dancing with Sarah sandwiched between them. Her inhibitions seemed washed away by the tequila. Sarah’s hand was steadily stroking Dusty’s erect penis that was in front of her. ‘I need to taste it!’ Sarah said to Dusty but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear and seize what they were doing to watch her as she dropped to her knees and tried to suck Dusty’s monster cock. Sarah’s head pulled back and she lovingly kissed the bulbous head before her hand guided Dusty’s penis back into her mouth. Dusty let out a low groan as he stood slightly swaying insnc with Sarah’s attention to his member. She could only manage to take half of it difficultly into her mouth. Dusty didn’t seem to mind he was making mewing sounds of pleasure in the back of his throat.

Dylan got down behind Sarah and began rubbing her pussy through her now wet panties. Sarah moaned and spread her knees slightly wider to give Dylan better access to her cunt. He moved behind Sarah and slipped her panties slowly over her ass and past her hips leaving them at her bent knees. His hands soon returned to caress her soft ass massaging the orbs slowly. His right hand let her bum to touch her pussy that glistened invitingly. Dylan rubbed her clit in slow maddening circles as Sarah shifted her attention to Dusty’s large hairless balls, her small hands stroking his huge member simultaneously. His moans were getting more labored, Dusty pulled away from Sarah’s hot mouth and lay down in front of her and said ‘Suck my cock, babe.’ The room was quiet except for the music in the background and Sarah’s excited moans brought on by Dylan’s fingering her hot, wet pussy. Sarah put her hot mouth once again on Dusty’s cock and gently licked the drop of precum on the tip of his mushroom head. She licked her middle finger and began massaging his perineum and lightly drawing circles round his pucked rose bud as she resumed loving his huge cock. ‘Ah shit, that feels good! Sarah’ Dusty moaned as Sarah’s finger continued the tormenting circles. Sarah too moaned onto Dusty’s cock as Dylan’s now condom sheathed penis slid slowly deep into her moist cunt. Dylan was slowly fucking Sarah each time he penetrated deeper she moaned and pushed back at him hard meeting each other harder with each stroke.

Bryce ataşehir escort gently laid Tina on the carpet, spread her legs and began to lick clean her cunt juice that had trickled almost to her knees. As he cleaned her off with his tongue his fingers found her clit and started to circle and tap gently on the swollen little nub. Once Tina’s thighs were clean of her sweet tasting juices, Bryce licked his way to her wet pussy and began trying to clean it too. Tina was struggling to keep her eyes open as an intense feeling excitement washed over Tina’s body as Bryce sucked on her clit and fingered her pussy she tried to watch as Dylan fucked Sarah and Sarah sucked Dusty. She could feel herself cumming… just then Tina rewarded Bryce’s hot licks with the sweet nectar from her pussy. Her soft moans lifted and joined the moans also coming from Dylan, Sarah and Dusty. The music in the background could barely be heard now because of the symphony of moans and groans been made by the group.

Dylan kept up the strokes into Sarah’s pussy alternating slightly with shallow stokes to hit her G-spot rapidly then back to sliding his penis into her pussy in full deep strokes to calm it and cause Sarah’s pussy muscles to shudder slightly on his hard cock. Dylan spread her rosy cheeks to drive his hard dick deeper and he was getting that spot that made Sarah’s ass wiggle and her rosy hole to ripple. It had been winking at him each time he slid deeper and harder into her wet pussy. Dylan licked his thumb leaving it coated with saliva which he then inserted slowly into Sarah’s ass. Sarah moaned and came instantly gushing her juices all over Dylan’s cock and balls her vibrating cunt walls held Dylan still, deep inside her pussy. Dusty flooded Sarah’s mouth with a huge amount of cum as the vibrations from her repeated moaning pushed him over the edge. Each shot of cum from Dusty’s ejaculating cock filled Sarah’s mouth until some spilled back out and on to his still pulsing cock. After swallowing what was in her hungry mouth Sarah began cleaning off Dusty’s cock and balls in earnest, only stopping to moan loudly as she came once again from Dylan fucking her harder and his thumb now replaced in her hot ass by two fingers that were spreading her hole wider to receive his third finger. As Dusty moved away to recover, Matthew moved under the couple and stuck his mouth on to Sarah clit and began nibbling on it as Dylan was pistoning his hard cock in and out of Sarah’s wet cunt. As Matthew greedily sucked on Sarah’s clit he inserted two fingers fucked her recently vacated pussy as Dylan began pushing his cock into her ass. Sarah’s throaty grunts got the rest of the group to stop what they were doing to watch Sarah’s anal invasion. Once Dylan cock was buried to the hilt, Sarah became wild and began chanting “Fuck my virgin ass Dee! Take it baby. Split me on half you fucking stud. Shit!!!! I love your cock up my cherry hole! Awwww Fuck me! Fuck me baby! I’m cumming…awwww!!!” As her cum gushed rapidly out of her pussy Matthew hurriedly lapped it up pushing a third finger into her pussy causing her to release more cum into his awaiting mouth.

Dylan began slamming himself deeper as he felt Sarah’s ass walls clamp his hard penis harder and harder as her orgasm took over her body. He felt his cum bursting out of his balls and up his hard cock. Expanding wider as it made its way into her vice like crevice. Dylan began a primal scream as he blasted his cum deep into the condom covering his cock…he just wished he had taken Sarah’s ass cherry bareback. His cum would be shooting deep inside her gut now. He came so intensely he could barely stop himself from collapsing in Sarah’s sweat covered back as Matthew quickly moved out of their way as Dylan and Sarah collapsed on the floor. With his cock still deep inside Sarah’s pulsating ass. He kissed her neck and mischievously said “My word, Sarah…you do cum a lot!”

To be continued…

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Brenda and I were just catching our breath after a round of spirited sex. We were lying in bed with her head on my shoulder and her finger twisting some of my chest hair.

“Mikey?” She only calls me Mikey when she wants me to do something that I may not like.

She lifted her head off my chest, looked me in the eyes and said, “Would you like to go to another party with me?”

Brenda and I had been together about 6 months now. We had met in a bar, had good chemistry and on our second date we were in bed together. We are both in our mid 30’s and in good shape. She is a manager at an international financial firm and I own a small engineering firm. The last time she asked me to go to a party with her, it was a corporate party where promotions were announced. The women all migrated to one side of the room and the men to the other. The men talked about work all evening. Brenda was the exception to this general norm. She grabbed me and started introducing me to various people. I was introduced to the CEO and his wife. He and Brenda had a spirited discussion about something going on at work. I learned that she could hold her own with him. She was intelligent, confident, witty in addition to being a very attractive blonde. She took me around the room introducing me to various managers and their wives or girl friends or husbands or boy friends. She seemed to know everyone in the room. We walked up to one couple standing off by themselves. It was obvious that neither were comfortable being at the party. The guy looked like he would rather be at his own funeral than at this party. His suit didn’t fit him well and the shirt collar was too tight. His wife was equally uncomfortable. She had been to a hair dresser and wore a new dress, but she didn’t know how to wear either. Brenda introduced me to him. His name was Joe, his wife was Mary. He was the building maintenance manager. Quickly, Brenda had both more at ease, laughing and starting to enjoy themselves. Brenda knew how to work the entire corporate ladder and was well liked by all.

My response to her questions was, “Is this another corporate party like the last one?”

“No, silly. The woman that owns the spa I frequent and her husband are throwing a party at their house next Saturday.”

“I suppose this will be one of those parties where the women gather in the kitchen, drink wine and talk about the kiddies while the men are in the family room watching some boring baseball game and drinking beer.”

“Noooo, not exactly. This will be a swingers party.”

“Huh?”

“A swingers party. The owner of the spa and her husband are swingers and throw a party every few months. I was out of town for the last one, but they purposely scheduled this one for when I was going to be in town. Just think of all the new tits you can play with, the new mouths that can wrap themselves around your dick and the hot pussy that will be running around. All available to you if you want to play.”

I had never been to a swingers party. I don’t think I even knew anyone that swung. Now this smart, foxy, beautiful blonde laying next to me wanted me to go to a swingers party and watch men fuck her while strange women fucked me. Well, this is a new side to Brenda.

She brushed her tits on my chest. They were always tits, never boobs or breast, just tits. Same with her pussy. Always pussy, never anything else.

“Well?”

I looked at her, “Sure, why not? I hope this isn’t a bunch of out of shape women looking to get laid by a strange cock.”

She laughed. “The ladies are all beautiful in their own way, but none are fat. Typically the ages of the people that attend are mid 20’s to mid 40’s. There is one older woman, probably 55-60 that comes alone. Her husband died a year ago and she uses these parties to satisfy her needs. She may have the best body of all the ladies. There are also a mix of nationalities. There may be a couple from India, another from France, another from Africa, and of course Susie, the owner of the spa, is Japanese and her husband is asian as well. So there are a variety of sexual traditions that will all mix together in one glorious night of SEX!”

I laughed and asked, “How many couples typically come to these parties?”

“Usually 8-10 get invited and 5-6 show up.”

“OK, it sounds like fun. I’ll go with you.”

“Awesome, now play with my tits and fuck my pussy.”

The next week was a busy week. Brenda was out of town for a few days, I had some proposals to finish and get out, one of the projects was behind schedule and having financial problems that required my attention and I was interviewing some young graduates for a couple of open positions that I was trying to fill.

I arrived home from work late Friday night. I walked into the condo and Brenda was there, having a glass of wine and wearing a sexy transparent bra and panty set with thigh high silk stockings. I love her choice of clothes.

“Hey lover, I hope your week was better than mine.” escort bayan etiler

We compared notes. Her week had been as stressful as mine.

I changed into a pair of boxers she had given me, poured myself a bourbon, sat down next to her, put my arm around her, pulled her in and gave her a kiss that included a lot of tongue. We separated, looked at each other and she laughed. As she reached for my crotch she said, “I think this is going to be a wonderful weekend!”

We talked for a while about a variety of subjects and teased each other with sexual innuendo. There was no rush to have sex, there never was. We both knew it would happen and enjoyed the build up to it.

About an hour later I stood up to get her another glass of wine and me another bourbon. While I had my back turned she snuck up behind me, reached around, pulled my cock out of my shorts and whispered in my ear, “It’s time to have your cock in my pussy while you suck my tits.” Forget the drinks, lets get to fucking.”

I spun around, picked her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her to bed. She was laughing all the way down the hall. I dropped her on the bed, she raised her legs and pulled her panties off. “Leave the stockings on!” She looked at me, laughed and pulled her bra off. I had already dropped my shorts. I pulled her up and kissed her. We shared our tongues and danced around each others mouth. I reached down and squeezed the cheeks of her ass. She grabbed my cheeks and pulled my cock hard against her pelvis. We kissed more.

After separating we both said in unison, “Whew, I love how you kiss!” Then we laughed. I pushed her down on the bed, lifted her legs to my shoulders and began blowing hot air on her pussy followed by my tongue between her pussy lips. Now she was starting to moan a little. She reached for my hard cock and began stroking it and cupping my balls.

“Mike, tie me up and blindfold me.”

“What?”

“Tie me up, blindfold me, and do what you want to me.”

“What are we playing, 50 Shades of Gray?”

“No, just tie me up and fuck me.”

“OK, if that’s what you want.”

I found some ties in the closet, put a pillow under her ass, tied her wrist and ankles to the bed posts and looked for something to blindfold her with. I pulled a pair of black briefs out of the dresser, pulled them over her head and wrapped a tie around her eyes. She got really quiet. Now what, I had never done anything like this before. I sure wasn’t going to do anything to cause pain. I’m not wired that way.

I touched her right ear as lightly as I could and moved it along the curve of her ear lobe continuing down along her jaw line to her neck. I stopped and moved to her left foot and slowly ran my finger up the inside of her leg to mid-thigh and stopped again. Brenda was starting to twitch a little with small moans. Her pussy was getting wet. I repeated the same moves on her left ear and right leg. I leaned down and blew on her pussy. Her ass arched into the air. Next I straddled her and pumped my cock between her tits while my balls bounced against her chin. She stuck out her tongue trying to capture one of my balls.

I said,”MMMM, what now.” She turned her face towards my voice but didn’t say anything. I looked around the room to see if there was anything I could use but didn’t see anything. I bent down and licked her belly button then continued down past her pussy to her left thigh. I stopped at the top of her stockings. I returned to the belly button and ran my tongue down past her pussy to her right thigh. When I reached the top of her stocking, I lifted it with a finger and ran my tongue under it.

As quickly as I could, I moved to her left tit and sucked it in and licked her nipple before releasing it and licking her right tit.

“Oh fuck, is this good. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on. Keep doing what you’re doing! Ohhhhhhhhhhh”

Licking the outside of her tit, I moved down over her ribs, back to her belly and licked her button again while reaching up to cup and squeeze her tits. I went back to licking and sucking her tits and nipples. My hand moved down to her mound, careful not to touch her pussy lips. I used my fingers to draw little circles all around her pussy before running a finger down the outside of her hips to an ass cheek. She started bouncing her ass trying to get me to touch her pussy. Her pussy was gushing her juice. I could smell it. She was groaning, moaning, and started begging me to make her come.

“Eat me. Pleaseeeeeee eat me, make me cum, touch me. Pleaseeeeeee.”

I touched her rosebud and put a little pressure against as if to stick my finger in her ass.

“Yes, yes, do it. Pleaseeeeee do it. Finger fuck my ass.”

I stopped and pulled my finger away, but ran it past her nose so she could smell it.

“Noooooooo, I gotta cum. Please, I can’t take anymore. I gotta cum.”

Her ass was bouncing all over the bed. She was pulling bebek escort at the ties, her head was moving back and forth.

I took one lick up her pussy, brushed my tongue on her clit and shoved two fingers in her pussy going straight to her g-spot.

With a huge groan she came hard. So much juice was coming out of her pussy, I thought she was squirting. Just as she was starting to come off her high, I stuffed my cock in her and began pumping. Just a few pumps and she was coming again. I flooded her pussy with my spunk.

While letting her ride out her orgasmic high, I untied her wrists and ankles, removed my briefs from her head, laid down next to her and held her close. Her eyes fluttered open but it was evident she wasn’t seeing anything. She was still in another world. Slowly her heart rate slowed, her breathing became normal and she turned her head to look at me. A huge smile broke out on her face, her eyes lite up and she kissed me hard.

“WOW, I’ve never experienced anything like that. Where did you learn all that? We gotta do it again. Maybe I’ll tie you up! FUCK that felt good.”

She turned around, engulfed my softening cock and started sucking. As soon as I was hard, she turned around and sat down on my now hard cock, leaned forward to rub her tits on my chest and started bouncing on me. She came twice more before I dumped a load of spunk in her pussy.

We both had to use the bathroom. She went first, I heard her peeing, brushing her teeth and when she came out, she had brushed her hair. I went in, pee’d, brushed my teeth, drank some water and climbed into bed. We spooned together and were soon sleeping hard.

In the morning, I woke, reached for Brenda.

“Not this morning Mikey. You have to have a fully loaded cock for tonights party. Remember?”

“How could I forget? All that fresh new pussy to eat and fuck. MMMMMMM”

She threw a pillow at me and laughed.

We got up and walked around nude. We did shower together, but she kept me at bay. I had some calls to make and so did Brenda. We went to separate rooms to make our calls without bothering each other. A couple of hours later we both finished. I suggested going out to lunch at a near by sandwich bar so we dressed and went to lunch.

We got back about 3:00, but didn’t have to leave until 6:30.

“Mike, I am going to take a bath and freshen up for tonight. By the way, don’t wear any underwear tonight. Clothes come off almost as soon as we are in the door and small stuff like that gets lost so the guest usually show up commando.”

“K. What are the rules for tonight? Are there any?”

“Of course, silly. First and most important is NO means NO. I’ve never heard it used though. Second, no sex with the partner you came with, period. Third, absolutely no drugs of any kind other than alcohol or Viagra. Fourth most of the sex takes place in the public areas of the house so anyone can watch. If using a bedroom, the door stays open, anyone can watch, but no-one can join in without an invitation. Some parties allow closed doors meaning the partners want privacy, but we don’t allow closed doors. Everything is available to be watched. A couple of other things, some people will leave around midnight, but others will stay all night. Generally, everyone is gone by noon on Sunday. If we stay the night, which I always do, you sleep with who ever you fall asleep with, whether you’re by yourself, or with a group of people.”

“Well, that is simply enough. While you are bathing, I have some papers I have to review. When you’re done, I’ll take a quick shower and by then it should be time to leave.”

She came over and planted a toe curling kiss on me and headed for the bath. Stopping and turning around, “There is something else that you should know in advance.”

“Yes?”

“You will see me with 3 guys several times. I enjoy being made air tight once in a while and I use these parties for that. I hope that doesn’t upset you when you see me that way. I can get pretty wild at these things.”

” That’s a little shocking. I guess I won’t know until I see it. If it bothers me, we can talk about it later, I guess.”

Brenda was full of surprises this weekend. First was being tied up, something we had never done before, second was wanting my finger up her ass and third was the revelation that she liked being air tight. While Brenda is an intelligent, confident and mostly conservative lady during the day, she seems to have a wild side that I had only caught glimpses of in the 6 months I had known her. I wondered what else I would learn about her this weekend.

Walking into the bedroom after my shower, Brenda was standing there in a little white dress that barely made it to mid-thigh , the top was strapless and a pair of fuck me sandals. She pulled up her dress and showed me her bare pussy and popped a tit out of the top. My cock rose to attention.

“Easy Mikey. I’m off limits until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Sure fulya escort we don’t need to warm up before the main event?”

She was laughing as she walked away.

I pulled on a pair of black jeans, a gray sweater, a pair of loafers and adjusted my cock. It was time to go.

Susie’s house wasn’t much different then the other houses in the subdivision. A two story house with an attached two car garage, well landscaped and a manicured lawn. The drive had four cars in it, so I pulled in behind one. There were two cars parked out front on the street.

The door opened as we walked up the walk and Susie called, “Brenda, so glad you could make it. This must be Mike. Please come in. Mike this is my husband Wen.” We shook hands.

Both were dressed in what I would call a kimono but I wasn’t sure they were. Wen reached out and ran his hand up Brenda’s leg and said welcome. Susie grabbed my cock and said, “See you later.” Brenda rubbed Wen’s cock. Susie pointed to the dinning room and said, “You can leave your clothes there. The others are in the family room. You know everyone, Brenda, so you can introduce Mike.”

Brenda grabbed my hand pulling me into the dining room. She promptly pulled off her dress and kicked off her shoes. I got undressed a little slower. She kissed me and said, “Now we can’t touch each other until tomorrow afternoon. Relax, have fun, enjoy yourself and fuck as many women as you want. Now let me introduce you to the others.”

With that she headed for the family room in the back of the house. The room was larger than I expected and it was full of naked people standing around talking and having a drink. One guy was getting a blow job from a brunette and obviously enjoying it. Several people were standing around watching. I was trying to take in the whole surreal scene when Brenda announced, “Hey everyone. This is my friend Mike. It’s his first time at a swingers party so ladies please be sure to make him feel welcome.” Everyone yelled hi and a glass of wine was handed to me. A little blond came up to me and said,

“Hi Mike, I’m Jill. My husband is Fred over there watching Linda give John the blow job.”

Jill was a short blond about 5ft, 2 inches. She had nice tits, a round ass and a pretty smile. She reached down and stroked my cock.

“You’ll get used to this Mike. All the women will probably do something similar when they meet you. It is just our way of making you feel welcomed. You are free to cop a feel of my tits or pussy if you want. I hope to have this cock in it before the party is over.”

“Hi Jill. This is all new to me and it’s going to take a minute or two to adjust to every thing.”

“You’ll do fine. Everyone but Betty is here that is coming. Brenda will be disappointed that Anthony and Miranda won’t be here. They had to return to Africa earlier this week. Brenda really likes Anthony. You know what they say about black men. Well, it’s true in Anthony’s case. Brenda also thinks Miranda has the sweetest tasting pussy here. I agree with her.”

Whoa, what did she just say.

“I didn’t know that Brenda was bi.”

“Oh, all us ladies are, but none of the men are. It’s too bad because I would like to watch a couple of men fucking. Are you bi?”

“No, I’m afraid that I’ll disappoint you that way.”

“That’s ok, I like what you bring to the party!”

With that, she dropped to her knees and sucked in my cock.

She certainly was experienced, it took about a second and she had her nose buried in my pubic hair. While she was sucking, another short blond came up and said,

“Hi Mike. I’m Joanne, Jill’s sister. We’re twins, but not identical. She seems to like your cock. She’s usually not that fast to start sucking a man. Here, give me your hand.”

She placed it on her tit and started moving it around. “You’re not going to hurt them. Go ahead, squeeze, pinch, roll them, what ever you want. I enjoy having my tits played with.”

I looked around the room and every one was having sex of one form or another. Susie and Wen walked in naked and announced, ” Oh good, you started without us. Enjoy yourselves.”

I don’t think anyone really heard her. Joanne dropped down to her knees and joined Jill on my cock. Jill pulled off and said.”When you come, pull out and spray our faces.” She then rejoined Joanne on my cock. It didn’t take long and I was spraying spunk on their faces. Both were laughing and started licking each other clean. When they finished, they stood, each kissed me and said, “We’ll see you later. We want you to fuck both of us.”

They went looking for more fun.

Susie came over to me. “You look like you need something to drink. Lets go to the kitchen and get something.”

I nodded as I looked around the family room. Brenda had Wen, Fred and some guy that I hadn’t met with her. Fred was laying on a low table, Brenda was straddling him and sat down on his cock. She leaned forward and Wen stepped behind her. I realized what was about to happen and was strangely turned on by it. Wen worked his cock into her ass and she reached out for the other guys cock and sucked it into her mouth. She was air tight. People gathered around to watch as the guys began fucking all her holes.

Awakening Pt. 02

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AWAKENING II

(Eve’s Story)

This story is a work of fiction and a figment of my sexual imagination. However if you are under 18 or offended by frank, open, graphic sexuality of all adult types then please do not read it.

If you are not offended please enjoy.

CHAPTER 1

The day after her sexual awakening, Angela rang Eve at work and arranged to meet her at five o’clock in the Travellers Rest, after Eve had finished work. She could hardly wait to tell her best friend about the events of the 20 hours over the weekend. She’d now got a new direction in life; a new interest and, dare she say it, hobby to enjoy and boy, she was determined to enjoy it!! Sex. In all its glory and in all its forms, some not even tried yet. But that was only a matter of time. And she knew Eve would be interested. Oh yes Eve would enjoy hearing all the details!

They met as arranged and after getting their drinks both women settled into a tidy little booth away from prying ears.

“Let’s cut the crap. Come on then what’s all this about?” queried Eve, who sensed that Angela had something to tell and didn’t want to have the small talk before getting into the juicy bits.

“Well,” replied Angela “settle back and listen. I’ve had a fantastic weekend and I’ve found the delights of sex…not just normal one-on-one sex, boring missionary position sex, but the variations on a theme.”

“MMmmm,” purred Eve “come on then I’ve got all night so tell all the details and leave no orgasm or drop of sperm out!!”

So Angela told the story in all the detail she could remember, spending two hours to recount the orgasmic detail. In full detail. Plenty drink flowed and by the end both women were well under the alcoholic haze that red wine brings. As Angela finished her narrative all Eve could mutter was “Fantastic; what a fucking good night …literally!!”

Both women, now at the light-headed state, collapsed in laughter and giggles.

“Come on babe, lets go back to my place and open another bottle or two there, have a pizza then I’ll tell you a little story, or maybe not so little,” Eve suggested.

Twenty minutes later and both women were side by side on Eve’s sofa, by now totally relaxed and with another glass of red wine in front of them and the pizza in the oven. As soon as they got to her flat Eve had changed out of her work clothes and, not wasting time, had just put her dressing gown on over bra and knickers. She didn’t bother to tie the robe and it easily opened and hid nothing of Eve’s modesty. However it wasn’t the first time that Angela had seen Eve in lingerie as they had both modelled new acquisitions in front of each other, and more so had been to sex parties together where Eve had demonstrated a vibrator or two to all the girls there. Demonstrated as in slipping it in her pussy! So she felt relaxed in front of Angela, obviously more so with the help of the wine. Angela on the other hand wore a pair of jeans and a loose blouse with a low cut front; more low front than normal as she’d loosened the top two buttons and it was more than obvious that the she wore no bra to support her 36DD tits.

“Now where was I?” Eve stated as she swung her legs over Angels lap and stretched along the sofa, robe opening, exposing her lingerie clad body. “Are we sitting comfortable…then I’ll begin.”

“It all started for me on a holiday ten years ago in Ibiza with Frank. We’d been married four years and like you and Ben, sex was become routine; not bad, just routine, like having a stick of rock every day for me or tuna every week for him!!!

So we booked a fortnight in a hotel in San Antonio; on the outskirts, not the centre. The first day was normal; you know just looking around, getting used to the place etc. On the second day at about ten we went down to the local beach and grabbed a couple of sun beds, striped to bikini and shorts and crashed out. After about, oh I don’t know maybe forty minutes, whilst dozing I heard a couple of people talking and then they seemed to drop their belongings onto the two beds next to ours and prepared to hit the beds.

Slowly I turned my head to see who, and what, and as I opened my eyes I saw the female side on to me take off her white blouse revealing her bright yellow bikini top supporting full voluptuous tits which, from the angle I saw, seemed to indicate a stunning shape. She had a sun tan of all sun tans which showed no lines that were visible but fully showed off the contrast with the bright yellow bikini. She then stepped out of her white shorts revealing a micro tanga bottom, string hidden in her bum crack as she half turned her back to me as she bent down and unfurled a beach towel on the sun bed. Oh God what an arse Ange. So round, so smooth and so perfectly shaped. I wanted to lick and nuzzle them there and then! Anyway laying her towel on her bed she turned to face me and unclipping her bra behind her back let it fall to the ground. As she did so she escort bayan topkapı noticed me looking and smiled at me. She had the most fantastic body I have ever seen on a woman, all curves, bumps and shapes, all of which seemed to be perfection. Only you Ange would run her close with your fantastic body!! Her tits were large but whilst obviously siliconed were perfect globes. Her waist was thin, but not anorexic, and her pussy seemed perfectly shaved as the flimsy small triangle of material covering her mons and vulva lips left little to the imagination. This beauty had to be a supermodel, blond hair, in a high pony-tail, blue eyes (as I found out later as she was wearing sunglasses) and the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t believe it Ange she was stunning.

As she lay face down and stretched out on the sun bed it was only then did I noticed the man sitting on the bed behind her, one away from me. He had stripped down to his swimming trunks, not the boxer type but the tight Speedo swimming trunks proper swimmers use. He then lay down on his back face up on his own bed. He was no fantastic looker but certainly OK with a shaved head, clean chest with defined pecs and a six pack. However his body was lean and tight not muscular, just fit. As he lay flat I couldn’t help but notice his cock tightly bound by his light coloured trunks. Christ, Ange I couldn’t believe it…..Flaccid it seemed massive with a well defined cockhead. My juices started to flow almost immediately soaking my bikini bottoms. It must have been five inches long, but wide to match, so that it was so neatly packaged. I just lay there looking at these two wondering what their sex lives was like, as Frank breathed heavily in sleep next to me. I started to imagine that cock, erect, thrusting into that fantastic body lying next to me and still my juices flowed.

After a while (maybe thirty minutes or so) I heard them chatting about this and that and then the male got up from his sun bed and rummaged through their beach bag and cursed. He then said to the woman that he’d sworn that he had packed them but that he would go back to the villa and get the bottles. She said OK and off he went putting his shirt back on as he went off. Obviously I had watched this exchange and as the man went off the woman noticed me looking and again smiled at me.

“He’s forgotten the sun tan lotion,” she said “and it’s getting pretty hot.”

I offered ours telling her we had plenty. She took the bottle and said thanks but she’d have difficulty putting it on her back. Being the kindly sole I am, I offered to help her and would rub some on her back to which she replied that she would be delighted and if I didn’t mind could I do just that. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse just to see if the skin was as soft as it looked.

I moved over to where she lay on her front and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. I opened the bottle and poured some onto her back and onto the backs of her legs. She squealed and laughed at the cold fluid as it hit her warm skin and chuckled as she turned her head and looked at me with a beautiful smile.

I started to rub the lotion all over her back and the white fluid looked so sexy against her dark sun tan and her skin was incredibly smooth and beautiful to rub. It was so turning me on: so much so that I could feel my fanny juices flow and soak my bikini knickers even more. I spread the lotion slowly into the skin on her back using my fingers to rub the cream until it disappeared taking about five minutes and then moved to rub the lotion on the legs. As I did so she moaned and spread her legs open slightly; she was turned on as well!! So I took the liberty to spread the lotion over her bum cheeks hardly hindered by the smallness of the bikini fabric now hidden deep in her bum crack. I loved rubbing the tight cheeks massaging the round buns, kneading the skin and then I realised I was no longer rubbing the lotion in; I was giving her a sexual massage!! She moaned and sighed more and looking at me with another of her gorgeous smiles and said that what I was doing was wonderful. She opened her legs more and I got some more lotion and poured some over the inside of her thighs.

My fingers eased the cream all over the insides of each thigh rubbing towards her fanny and she didn’t object, making sounds of pleasure but I stopped short, just, of those lips as this wasn’t the right place to caress her cunnie. But I dwelt for a few minutes around the area of pleasure before finishing her legs off with her calves and ankles.

“Could you also do my sides, please,” she asked.

So I put some lotion onto my hands and rubbed her sides taking the opportunity to rub the sides of her tits. She eased to each side to aid me to get more onto the sides of each tit and we both at this stage were enjoying it. But it had to finish and she thanked me saying that I had wonderful fingers with a wonderful massaging technique beykent escort that should be put to more good use as she again gave me a big smile. After that we chatted and she explained that she (Grace) and her partner (Harvey) were on holiday and had a private villa about twenty minutes walk up out of town with its own private pool and grounds that weren’t over-looked. We seemed to get on very well, in fact like a house on fire, and when Harvey came back, and Frank woke up, we all introduced ourselves and for the rest if the day discussed all sorts of matters.

However throughout the day she sat there or walked around topless and I couldn’t keep my eyes off looking at her perfect body staring at those tits, except when I tried to check out her fanny to see if it was bald…the bikini material hardly covered her big lips!! And when it wasn’t possible to check her out I was fantasising about Harvey’s cock as I checked out his large bulge trying to imagine the size of his cock when hard. Anyway we got on well and arranged to meet that night for drinks in a local bar we both knew. I was so horny that getting ready I got Frank to fuck me in the shower from behind. Christ Ange I’m sure he was so worked up seeing Grace that he seemed to cum for ages and it took a while for me to wash all his spunk out of my fanny, even thought it was leaking out as I washed the rest of my body.

We met at the appointed place and time and my eyes stood out on stalks when I saw them both. Harvey wore a tight, white, t-shirt showing all his muscles and fabulous body, and beige trousers so tight I could see every lump and bump of his cock which was either semi hard or as big as I thought when I saw him on the beach. No underpants… Grace wore a stunning halter top, also white, which had a heart shape cut out of it which showed more than enough cleavage, and those stunning tits, and just covered the nipples. The tail of the heart ran all the way down to her trousers which were also beige and, like Harvey, she wore no knickers and the trousers were so tight that her pussy lips were on full view. Camel toes I think they call them. So tight that I could almost see her clit.

Instantly my juices flowed soaking my knickers and running onto my inner thighs. And so it was for the rest of the night. As the drinks flowed the tongues loosened and we had a great time with plenty of sexual references and double-entendres. We all had a great time and I couldn’t keep my eyes of her tits and cunny and his meat…….

During one trip to the toilet, later on with Grace, I asked her about the size of Harvey’s cock and she said that when hard it was more than a mouthful, or cunny or arse full and that I should see it some time. And, she continued, the power and amount of spunk that came out of it, well…. I said that I’d love to see her and Harvey as she had a wonderful body and she smiled and said ‘soon’

The next day we met again on the beach and again I rubbed the lotion onto her back this time with Harvey watching. Exactly the same happened as the day before and again I’m sure Grace had an orgasm as I rubbed around her arse and inner thigh. However this time Harvey got a hard-on watching us and the end of his prick peeked out from the top of his trunks into full view: his full cock head. His length must have been 8 to 10 inches, Ange, and I could quiet clearly see his beads of pre-cum leaking out of his slit. He caught me looking at his cock and smiled, not trying to cover his meat.

Anyway the day continued as before with all of us having a laugh. However as Grace and Harvey had something arranged for that night they suggest we come up to their villa the next day for some private sunbathing. However Frank had already arranged to go deep sea shark fishing on one of those catamaran things but I quickly volunteered to come by myself. Every time the word ‘come’ was mentioned it led to a sexual double meaning and this time was no different.

“We’ll help you cum or come with you,” was the prurient retort from Harvey with a wink. My fanny flooded more.

So the next day……,”

“Before moving on,” said Angela “let’s have some more wine and the pizza. This is making me so horny my little pussy is throbbing and wine might cool it.”

“Dip your hand between your legs and rub all you want big girl, ‘cos there’s more to cum!!!!”

Angela got the pun and both women started a giggle fit.

Pouring more wine Eve giggled “I’ll…. join ….you,” so both pushed their hands down their panties and tickled their vulvas, lips and clits, still lounging as before on the sofa.

CHAPTER 2

“The next day came and I leapt out of bed and helped Frank get ready and out the door for his fishing trip as I could hardly wait to go and see Grace and Frank in their villa. After he had gone I got ready, changing into a small tanga bikini with a light, flouncy, long shirt on top. Waiting to go I kept thinking of the ortaköy escort sexy two, and my fanny was wet, soaking wet so I often dipped a hand in my bikini bottoms for a clit rub. As Frank had left early, I had to hang around for about an hour and a half before I decided that it was an acceptable time to go and visit.

The villa was about 30 minutes walk away so leaving at 9.30 am I arrived outside the front door at 10 ish. Grace had said just to use the side entrance as it would be unlocked so there was no need to knock them up. I entered the gate and walked around the side to the back where there was a lovely large secluded back garden, huge patio area and fair sized swimming pool. But no sign of Grace and Harvey. However the patio doors were open, so hoping to surprise them I quietly walked into the living room area. As I entered the unmistakable sounds and verbals of sex came from down a side hallway. Standing and listening to the sound again got my crutch wet and the thought of seeing Graces fantastic body, tits and cunny and Franks huge cock was an option I couldn’t resist.

So I continued down the passage until the sounds were loudest coming from a bedroom. I couldn’t resist could I? I put my head around the door and the sight I suppose didn’t surprise me but certainly excited me. The bed head was on the far wall and both Grace and Harvey were naked; Harvey lying on his back head to the top of the bed and feet nearest me. Grace was on her knees straddled either side of Harvey’s hips facing away from him; facing me, bouncing up and down with his seemingly large cock buried deep in her cunt; a shaven cunt as I suspected. I couldn’t see Harvey’s head but his hands held Grace’s hips and helped her ride up and down on his cock. Grace had her eyes closed and her hands were holding, no massaging her tits and occasionally licking her nipples!! She was moaning and at times shouting ‘Yes, yes, oh yes aarrgghhh, mmmm fuck me hard; yes, ram that cock into me. Fill me, fuck me Harvey, fill me.’ She continued bouncing and riding the cock as I moved into the doorway to get a better looked and I was so turned on that I put my hand into my bikini bottoms and started rubbing my clit. Ange it was a fantastic sight. This woman of beauty getting fucked by such a big cock which I got glimpses of as it came out of her pussy before being rammed back in. Harvey’s hips were beginning to buck madly as the ramming became more frantic as she bounced up and down getting the full length inside her and, fucking, madly enjoying it. It seemed that he was about to come. Just then Grace opened her eyes and saw me frantically wanking at the sight in front of me. She didn’t stop but she did slow down as she smiled at me.

“Come in before you cum!!” she said.

At this Harvey stopped but Grace kept bobbing up and down, although now slowly, giving me more sights of her cunt swallowing the cock. Harvey’s head popped from the side of Grace’s body.

“Hi Eve,” was all he said and started bucking again. “I’m gonna cum soon honey,” he added.

“Not yet,” she replied “Let’s give Eve a view of the geyser. Come over here Eve.”

I walked into the room as Grace climbed off the prick and I gasped as I saw its full length for the first time. It must have been at least ten inches long and two inches across.

“Impressed?” she asked. “Well watch this”

Grace knelt on the bed by the massive cock and started to wank the shaft with her right hand and then leaned forward and licked the head of the member and then the sensitive under strip of the frenum wiggling her tongue, tickling his sensitive areas. She’d obviously done this before. As Harvey had been near to cumming a few seconds ago it didn’t take long before he started bucking his hips wildly up and down and Grace had trouble holding onto his prick.

And then Harvey shouted “Ah yes, yes, oh God yes, HERE IT COMES….I’M CUMMMMMMMING AHHHHHH!!!” and with Grace still licking his frenum he went into spasm and came and God how he came.

The first spurt flew about two foot in the air and landed onto Harvey’s chest then the main globs exploded from his cock slit. The next was about three feet in the air and landed on Harvey’s left cheek, the next on his nose, the next on his upper lip after which Grace moved the cock angle to point more upright so that the next five shots went straight up and came back down on her neck or on her hair. More exploded and still the spunk rained around on Harvey’ chest or Graces’ face or hair until at last the shots weakened and finally the flow was just a stream from his cock slit, onto the side of his cock and flowing down onto Graces tongue and hand. Finally Harvey was at rest and the creamy cum stopped and so did Grace. She then looked up at me and smiled “Like it?”

Wow it was impressive Ange; such a show. Grace then moved up the bed and kissed Harvey and licked the spunk of his face and moved down to his chest to clean that up and finally took his still hard cock in her mouth, deep throating as much as she could cleaning the remains of the jizz of his 10 inches. I watched still rubbing my clit until, as Grace cleaned his cock, I came shaking and moaning until the wonder of it eased off and on shaky legs I went back into the living room.

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Boring Night Gets Better

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Late one Saturday evening I was sitting at home bored with nothing to do. I had already flipped through every channel and ran through all the videos I had owned and decided that I should go for a drive to the local sex shop for maybe a new video. I arrived at some out of the way place tucked back off a dirt road. There was one other car in the lot as I pulled in. I walk in and see the clerk at the front. She was a bit on the freaky side wearing her straight hair down past the middle of her back and was colored with red and blue streaks. She barely looked at me from her book of fantasies that she was heavily involved in.

“You got twenty minutes till closing time”, she said with a snarl.

I walk into the store toward the magazines. After thumbing through some huge pictorials I made my way to the videos when a long corridor caught my eye. I walk down the dark hallway to find two doors both closed. Through one door I hear a woman’s voice talking to someone about sucking cock and getting fucked. I assumed these were those movie booths I heard about. Just as I was about torn the knob I heard a mans voice moaning also. Intrigued, I pushed my ear to the door and had a listen. Yes there was a movie playing as the corny music gave it away but the action on the other side was no mistaken that there were a few people enjoying the show and each other.

I ended up grabbing the door to the next room and quickly sat in the chair ready to pump a few coins into the video machine şişli escort when I noticed a hole. I looked into the hole in the wall and saw directly next door. To my shock I was right at what I thought I heard. A man, a bit older was sitting in a chair with his jeans around his ankles. Between his legs was a older woman, kneeling in front with her head bobbing up and down. I can only assume that she was relieving this guys pressure from watching this flick.

Feeling a bit of arousal myself I undo my zipper and yank out my stiffening member. With my fist around my manhood I started pumping my cock while watching her head bob up and down. The noises of the slurping and of the porn blasting out of the room were getting to me. Before I knew what was happening I felt a hand replacing mine. I jumped back to see that freaky girl from upfront stroking my cock slowly as a smile ran over her face. My cock seemed to have gotten harder as she spat on the tip. Her spit dribbled down my shaft and to my balls where she ran her tongue over them to catch it. Her pierced tongue ran up along side my shaft before sucking my tip in her mouth. Her one hand stroking as she sucked me while her other was under her skirt feverishly fingering her pussy. I quickly returned my eye to the scene where the woman now was riding this guy facing the hole. I had a feeling she knew she was being watched as she stared at the hole and smiled moving her hips harder and fucking this guy deep.

Meanwhile bağcılar escort the little cocksucker going at it on me was really getting to me as I felt my cum start to boil in my balls. I backed off and stood her up in front of me taking her hand and sucking her fingertips into my mouth tasting her sweet nectar. I turned her around and bent her over towards the wall where I hoisted her skirt up and pushed her thong panties to the side. What a perfect ass on this girl and what an even prettier pussy. Perfectly shaved and totally wet. I pushed my face between those lovely ass cheeks, sliding my tongue out over her asshole before running it down to her wet slit. She flooded my mouth with her juices as I hungrily lapped up her mess. With my tongue working her holes I suddenly heard a slurping sound. I brought my face up and saw her sucking the guy next doors cock through the hole. The woman next door must have told him about their watchers. Just as I returned my attention to her tight ass I again felt the wet sensation over my cock. Sure enough the woman next door was downing my meat making it sloppy wet. Was I in a dream I thought as the girl’s ass I was eating was starting to shake. I focused back to her clit where she erupted squirting her love juice all over my face. The woman sucking my cock jumped up and started to lick my lips and chin where this girl’s pussy juice was. Just as she finished cumming I heard the guy yell out as he filled the fındıkzade escort girls mouth with his seed. She accepted it swallowing some of it and holding a good amount in her mouth. She turned to me to show me the white spunk overflowing her lips and went to kiss the older woman. They exchanged the mans seed before swallowing it down.

By now my cock was so hard I thought I would explode. The older woman laid me down on the cold floor and straddled my face forcing her dripping wet pussy on my lips. Before I could protest the girl slid down on my cock with ease. Her pussy was warm and so inviting. She road me like there was no tomorrow yelling obscenities to anyone who would listen. I was so into eating this woman’s sweet pussy that I didn’t even see the guy from next door feeding the woman his limp cock. My luck was getting better by the minute when the girl jumped off me and bent over the chair. The older woman jumped up also and brought me to my feet guiding me to the girls waiting pussy by my cock. I filled her up banging her hard as she gripped the chair tight, moaning hard and loud as she again came hard squirting once again on my thrusting cock.

“Fill me up now”, she yelled as I obeyed her command shooting my seed into this girl’s hot pussy. She screamed in pleasure when she felt me fill her tiny pussy with my cum. As I settled down the older woman dropped to her knees and sucked my cock clean before pushing her face into the girls pussy eating my cum from her used twat. What a sight. After a few minutes I got dressed as the two kissed. I thanked them both, tipped my hat to the guy and walked out the back door since they had closed over an hour ago.

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Barbara’s First Gang Bang Ch. 02

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Hayden Winters

Barbara’s journey into complete submission continues.

Standing naked and bound spread eagled, Barbara’s mind began rippling into a submissive headspace as the six men who surrounded her continued to fondle her body and the others stood with their drinks in hand, watching with rapt attention.

The man who had been squeezing and kneading Barbara’s right breast now slid his hand down her belly, over her pubic mound and rested it lightly over her swollen labia. The flats of his fingertips pressed against the puffy flesh and located the firm nub of her clit, still hidden beneath a thin hood of skin. He gently rubbed circles over the spot, stimulating the sensitive bud. Barbara moaned and tilted her hips, pressing herself against his fingers. Her clit enlarged and poked its tender tip out into the open. The man dipped a fingertip into the crevice of Barbara’s labia, gathering up some of her slick juices, and resumed tiny circles around and over the little bud. Barbara closed her eyes, surprised at his skillful technique. The fingertips then moved a little lower, parted her lips and found her entrance. He slid two fingers inside her and curled them onto the front wall of the vagina where he continued making tiny circles, this time against the hidden root of her clit inside her body, the elusive G-spot.

“Ahhhhhh, fuck,” gasped Barbara, and again pressed herself hard against his hand. She had never known anyone to take such care to properly stimulate her clit.

The man behind her, meanwhile, having discovered that Barbara had been well lubed and relaxed, had now worked a pair of fingers into her ass and was moving them about, exploring the darkness of her behind. He pressed against the front wall of her rectum and Barbara gasped as she sensed his fingers rubbing against those of the man inside her vagina. The sensation of their fingers moving against each through her thin internal membranes was <a href="https://mertermarka.com" rel='dofollow' title="merter escortmerter escort< exquisite.

“Oooooh, my god,” she whispered, to no one in particular.

The man probing her vagina withdrew his fingers and held them in front of her eyes. “Would you like a taste?” he asked.

Barbara drew a breath, looked lustfully at his fingers, and opened her mouth. During the years when she was first discovering the joys of playing with herself, it hadn’t taken her long to realize that she loved the taste of her own pussy. At first it had troubled her and filled her with worries that she might be a lesbian and never get married and have children but thanks to the Internet it didn’t take long for her to realize that she was being totally irrational. The web was filled with videos of young women doing anything and everything you could imagine sexually, and one of those things was licking their own pussy juice, or performing cunnilingus on other girls. Barbara often wondered if she would ever have the nerve to go down on another woman. She struggled with questions about her sexuality. Was she straight? Did she have lesbian tendencies? Or maybe she was bi like a lot of the girls on the Internet seemed to be. It filled her with confusion but if there was one thing she did know for certain it was that she loved the taste of herself. After she finally got up the nerve to visit a sex shop and purchase a penis-shaped dildo she took great and slightly guilty pleasure in licking her own juices off the artificial phallus. During her masturbation sessions she would regularly withdraw the dildo from her vagina and take it into her mouth, amazing herself at how much she savoured her taste. During the subsequent years when she and her husband had still been madly in love and having lots of sex she would never hesitate to take his cock into her mouth and lick him clean after he had been inside her.

Another thing Barbara güngören escort had realized very quickly from watching Internet videos was that it was okay to have anal play. Even though she still felt it carried a connotation of being dirty and unhealthy, so many people were having anal sex and, gasp, even analingus, that she began experimenting, first just with surface contact from her fingers or a dildo, and then onto full insertion. It felt so good to her that she debated which form of penetration she actually preferred, anal or vaginal. The only thing she wouldn’t do was something she saw on the Internet called ass to mouth. She had enough basic health education to know that such an activity carried a real risk of spreading bacteria and causing illness. She couldn’t believe that people in sex videos were taking such a chance, even if behind the scenes they might have been cleansing their rectums beforehand with enemas. But her objection to such risk-taking now seemed a little funny to her because when she asked Joseph to arrange a gang bang he had asked her if she wanted all the men to wear condoms. She had considered it at length and then decided that for this particular experience of total debauchery she was going to take a big chance and allow bareback fucking. She wanted to be used by the men and she knew that they wouldn’t want to wear condoms. Besides, when she watched Internet videos she got very horny at the sight of all the semen shooting out of cocks.

Barbara moaned and squirmed. She scanned the room through glazed eyes. Men everywhere. It had been so very long since she had been truly taken by a man. For more months than she cared to count she had lived in a state of constant frustration, which was particularly acute when her husband was home from one of his trips and still would not take her like he once did. Even when he was home, she would rise before maslak escort the sun and sneak off to a second bedroom, leaving him sleeping unawares. She would retrieve her toys from a shoebox in the closet and would masturbate, always attacking her clit roughly, as if to punish it for demanding so much attention. When she came, she had to suppress her desire to scream out her release, lest her husband awaken and find her splayed on the spare bed with her artificial cock inside her and the vibrator still buzzing in her weakened hand. In the past, she had asked him if he would at least watch her bring herself off but he brushed her aside, suggesting it was pathetic that she would make such a request.

Someone grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it hard. The stab of pain sent a shockwave down through her belly and right into the centre of her sex. Her vaginal opening contracted. She groaned loudly and responded by sucking feverishly on the slippery fingers in her mouth. They know, she reminded herself. Joseph had told them that she had a fetish for pain. He had told them they could use her roughly but he had also warned that there was a limit and he would step in if anyone got overly aggressive.

Barbara pulled and squirmed again in the leather shackles and pushed her bottom back against the fingers inside her ass. She panted loudly as the men continued to invade her. Her excitement was growing because she knew these sensations were just a prelude to what was to come. She couldn’t wait to have all those fingers replaced by something even better…long, stiff, cum-spurting cocks.

“Look at her!” called out one of the men. “She fucking loves it!”

Throughout this first half hour, many of the men had removed their clothing and most of those who were naked couldn’t resist stroking themselves. Barbara’s eyes darted back and forth, looking at the hands working up and down the erections. She focused on the heads, the bulging knobs that would be the first things to enter her. She was a slave to them now and she was ready to serve their lust. She drew a deep breath, looked out into the group of men and whimpered, “Somebody…please fuck me!”

…MORE TO COME IN CHAPTER 03.

8 in a Box

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How did a drunken post lead to this? One minute you’re drinking a glass of wine with your two best friends and a week later your stomach is in knots as you enter the Artists Studio. You look around but don’t see any men – a relief. To see a bunch of men right now would have made you back out for sure. You spent the last few days wondering what type of guy would respond to an ad like this. Although they probably are wondering what kind of girl could post an ad like this?

The ad runs back in your head, still making you shake your head that your friends dared you to do it that night, then watched you do it without stopping you. Egging you on is more accurate. Everything had to line up just right to make what was about to happen, happen. First the wine getting your two friends into a silly mood about each of your fantasies.

In Vino Veritas making you be way too honest about yours. Nicole’s was tame which was to be expected. Katie’s a little more risque. Yours topped both. And Nicole, having showed you earlier in the night the bench she was so proud of that she’d found on craigslist.. Craigslist sitting open on her computer as if it knew what was to come. And of course Kate having a friend who had rented the Artists Studio before – a perfect storm. and now here you were, walking into a downtown studio you have never been, about to be naked in front of 8 strange men.

Despite your fear and anxiety, you had to admit this was why it was your fantasy to begin with. Just as you had expected, the unknown of what was about to happen made you tingle.

Will i be safe? Yes, Jeff is standing outside the door. What will the men be like?What will they look like? Will this feel sexy or just dirty?

All questions to be contemplated, but no time. You see the double doors straight ahead and you know on the other side it will happen just like the ad requested – “Looking for 8 men to Masturbate while Watching me do the Same” . Nicole couldn’t stop laughing as she typed that headline in. Why had you revealed this to them? Nicole’s fantasy was just to have sex somewhere in Public – something you and Katie had already done. Katie wanted to be with two brothers at that same time. A hot scenario you remember thinking. But yours was so full of detail and specifics, it even surprised you. And judging by the looks on your friends face, them as well.

What you couldnt stop thinking about wasn’t the “What”, which consisted of wanting to lay blindfolded on a table circled by men as you escaped your clothes and brought yourself to climax why they did the same. Nor was it the “how” which was knowing you and 8 naked strangers in a room all touching themselves would surely lead to one collective orgasm. But rather the “why”. Why was it your fantasy?Why had it been your fantasy for years? Why does the thought of turning on strange men you have never met make you so excited?

You wondered if that answer would become more clear after it was over, which you wished would be soon, so you could stop being so damn nervous. You get closer to the door . You adjust the belt on your jacket, take a deep breath and push both doors open…the hum of chatter you heard before actually seeing anything, immediately stopped. Like when a record scratches and the bodies on the dance floor suddenly come to a stop,

8 men drinking juice and eating cookies, all in white bathrobes, stare back at you. Who the hell put out refreshments? is the first thing you think, Then you cant believe you are contemplating snacks instead of the men staring back at you.

The first good sign is that they were generally good looking and fit. You wondered if the type of men that would respond to this ad would be guys that dont do well with women on their own, so resort to this. But your theory was apparently true. That shy men who strike out with women would not want to stand around naked with other men and masturbate, no matter how beautiful the woman. The kind of guy that responds would be confident types who were comfortable being naked. And that was what stood before her. Confident men who looked way more comfortable than you.

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, wondering what you should do. Should I go shake their hands? Should i say “ok boys, show those dicks to momma!”?

Instead, 16 eyes look you up and down. Then just when you cant take the silence any longer something happens you didnt expect – they all begin to cheer and hoot and hollar, and clap for you.

You feel yourself blush and immediately feel more comfortable. The men part, 4 on each side making a path to a table that has now become visible. It also dawns on you that the men didnt say anything because they were respecting the instructions of the ad – absolutely no talking, it read. You didnt want to make small talk, or even learn their names. The excitement come from 9 people crossing paths, getting naked, cumming and then leaving…all without a word being spoken. Keep it animalistic you thought. At least mecidiyeköy escort when you envisioned it in your head all these years, But now it seemed strange to not say anything. Should i thank them for coming? Should i curtsy?

But luckily i remembered they’re guys. All they probably care about is my tits and ass. Always the blessing and curse of men. Their single-mindedness and infatuation with women’s bodies always being welcomed, yet resented. A turn on when you see how happy you can make them when you put a breast in their mouth. But a turn off at work, in Starbucks, in TJ Maxx, etc. Always that feeling of them staring at your parts. You tell yourself they cant help it. It would be like getting mad at a frog for saying “ribbit”.

You grab the belt around your waist and slowly remove your jacket. You wonder if your choice of attire is right. You spent 2 days trying on different bras, panties, lingerie – what do these guys want? But again your mind went calm when you told yourself men dont care about the wrapping on the present.

So you stand before them in an outfit an old boyfriend bought you that he always made you wear. A very tight pink tank top and a pair of pink shorts that barely covered your butt. You had grown to feel sexy in it, because it always made him so damn happy. It’s purpose different now, more like a kid with his blanket is how it felt to you now. Made you feel calm. You hoped it had the same effect on these men as it had on Scott.

You stand before the group, 8 smiling faces watching you drop your jacket to the floor. They seem to like it you think. So now what?

One of them men towards the front opened up his bathrobe. He wasn’t hard. So he took his right hand and put his cock in it and started to massage it in his palm. Well, I guess this is happening you think to yourself.

Something about his sudden urge to touch himself was a relief. We are all here for one goal, dont overthink it. The men obviously weren’t, as two others opened up their bathrobe. One was already very hard which made you happy. I guess they are ready for me. You walk between the men and climb onto the table.

When you lay down you see the men staring at you in a way that catches you off guard. But it makes you happy. They have the face someone wears when staring at a painting or piece of fine art. They looked at me like I was a present for them. More appreciation than primal hunger. It made you feel safe.

You put the black blindfold on and take a deep breath, ready to begin. You remember thinking the blindfold was key. It felt too weird to make eye contact with all the strangers. And it also let the men focus on what they wanted anyway. You let out a nervous breath and lay down on your back. The men circle around the table, hovering over you, each only 2-3 feet away. You start by touching your skin around your thighs with one hand and your neck and shoulders with the other, arching your back a little..You hear the sound of bathrobes ties being undone. No turning back now. You try to clear your mind.

You know you can always orgasm when you put away your baggage from work, and family. You can hear the subtle sound men make when their hand is stroking their cock. You know you must be turning the men on a bit, which makes it easier for you to clear your mind and begin to get turned on too. Despite your fantasy not involving sex, the feel of skin on skin is hard desire to repress.

So you extend your right arm out to the side and open your hand, indicating for someone to put their cock in your right hand. The closest man to it obliges. You feel him , he’s not hard yet which makes you happy.

You like to feel men get hard in your hand and to know you caused it..after he gets to what you imagine is 7 inches you let him go and use both hands to pull down your top, your tits spilling out..you can hear a groan of approval from the group , obviously happy at the sight of your perfect breasts…You can hear the ryhthm of their stroking increase, your tits making them shift into a higher gear..You so badly want to pull down your mask, even just for a second, to see the power of your body to make 8 strange men fully erect.

After squeezing your breasts for a while and hearing all the men go to work on their own meat, you have to move down between your legs. It was starting to ache. You can tell you’re lubed up without even touching it yet. When you lift your ass off the table to pull your shorts down, you again hear the men speed up their stroking. You lifting your now-exposed pussy off the ground as if you’re serving it up them had some already close to busting their nut.

When you put your ass back on the table you decide to tease them a little. You put both legs together but straight up in the air, giving the guys a perfect view of your wet pussy lips. One man lets go a groan, almost in pain at how badly he wants to bury his dick in the beautiful warm hole in front of him..you almost feel bad for cihangir escort them. You decide to reward them for their obedience so far by honoring your request of no speaking and by all generally being respectful. Something you hadn’t expected to do. But in the moment, it jumped into your head and you roll with it. You decide to allow each man one small taste of you.

They go around the table in a clockwise fashion. Each man bending over the table, getting on one knee, putting his head between your thighs and taking a long lick. Most from bottom to top ending with a slight flick of your clit. Most jerking themselves even harder while they’re tongue is on you and inside you…after 3 or 4 guys you are so turned on you rub your clit in between men…eventually the last half of the guys get their taste. When the group finishes they all exchange looks with each other like they’ve all just shared a religious experience. Each with the taste of your box lingering on their tongue. What does pussy taste like you always wondered.

You can smell sex in the air even with none taking place. A mixture of hotness, sweat, pheremones and anticipation. You decide it’s time to really give them what they want – your pinkness…so you take two fingers and plunge them inside you. You are wetter than you even thought.You take the two fingers and spread them apart into an upside down peace sign, spreading your lips apart for them to see. It was designed to turn them.on, but now its you that is so turned on. Being the object of lust and fantasy for 8 stiff men has brought you close to orgasm already.

You rotate squeezing your tits and then into your pussy, back to your tits. The juice on your fingers making your nipples hard once there is contact. Just as your going back to your dripping snatch you feel a slightly warm feeling on top of your thigh.

You wonder if it was just something in your head, but then you feel it again a few inches higher. Then again. Now you realize one of the guys could hold it no longer and busted his nut. The perfectly juicy tits, and wet, inviting gash proved too much and he had squeezed off his load on your leg. You run your fingers through it and put the finger in your mouth and then insert it back in your box..that visual must have been good as you hear a groan and then feel the warmth again this time around your neck. The man to your left had deposited a hefty rope of jizz on you. You feel overwhelmed with power and control of this group.

Six men left, all fantasizing of being just little closer to you..they feel lucky to get to beat themselves while watching you and getting to leave their manhood on your hot warm skin..but to be so close to a set of twins so perfect, but not be able to run your nipples through their mouth, and on their tongue. was almost painful..and to see your glistening twat inches away, one lick , one taste, was almost worse than not at all..each feeling their cock reach a new level of stiffness they had never encountered when smelling and tasting your peach…they couldn’t even imagine how their dicks would respond if they got to bury their meat deep in your cunt and shoot all their cum so far inside you so it might drip out for days.

The thought of these guys fighting over who got to be the first to release their goo in you brings on a wave, starting at your toes and making you clinch the table hard. You couldn’t remember ever wanting to be so filled up. Despite the fantasy always being mutuala masturbation and nothing else, the feeling was overwhelming of just wanting to feel that warmth when a man is inside you. You recall the line from Breakfast Club, the one about slipping her ‘the hot beef injection’.

But that’s really what it does feel like. And you couldnt remember wanting that injection more than you did right now. But why deny yourself. Or deny them. You could hear still the cachopony of men slapping away. The jostling of cocks stroking, balls sometimes crashing against their inner thighs, swelled up with liquid they so desperately want to release, yet hold in as to not lose this moment.

You keep imaging the different shapes and sizes, some long and skinny, some short and plump…in the fantasy the blindfold was to protect your nerves. Now it seemed silly, the nerves long gone. You rip it off!

The light floods your pupils, then slowly dissipating, leaving you staring at a blond haired pretty boy type. He smiles . You look down and see him stiff as a board, the head of his penis staring back at you. You squeeze your tits together for him and he smiles even bigger. You scoot your butt down so you can spread your legs wider. At the head of the table is a heavily tatooed man with jet black hair. He looks like he could be in the Hells Angels. When you spread your legs directly in front of him, it gave him the best view of anyone remaining , he doesnt smile, he continues to grind away, never breaking contact with your box. You know exactly what he wanted, taksim esc what he needed. You motion him to come closer. You have to do it more than once because of how intent his gaze is. He finally catches it and walks closer. You pull him in with your legs. You tap the top of the mound between your legs. He nods. He looks relieved, his balls aching to not hold it in anymore. He doubles his pace…You stare at his face. You wished, like every woman does at least once, what it would be like to have that between your legs, to have a gun to shoot your orgasms out of. His face starts to get more flush, his breathing heavier. He must be close, you think.

You know one more move could send him over the top. So you take both hands and pull your lips apart, he can almost see deep inside you. His mouth opens ever so slightly, his pace doubles again, he steps an inch closer, takes one more long stroke and lets out a grunt, you see the tip of his penis open up enough to let a giant stream of cream all over your thighs and your lips feel his juice on yours. The redness from his chest and cheeks drain out, balls empty. He puts his arm on the table and leans on it for a second, taking a second to catch his breath. He locks eyes with you for a second, then – –

One of the men to your left unloads his sack all over your left breast, catching you by surprise.

“oh jesus” he stammers as another shot shoots out. You look at his balls and are not surprised at the amount of cum considering how large they are. His dick average size, but his balls abnormally large. He grips the top of his penis and a 3rd much smaller line comes out on the table next your hip.

My pussy is killing them you think to yourself. 4 down, 4 to go.

You have better focus now with less men. You scan them quickly to see if any would be the type you would go for. The guy with the scar on his abdomen. I wonder what from you think. But only for a moment because of the massive tool he is working on. God i wish the other 3 would finish you think. You picture just him left and slowly sitting on it, stretching you apart.

The short older man next to him lets out a groan. There must be another bowing out. He takes half a step closer to you by your left breast and his face beet red you actually wonder if he might be having a heart att-

“ahhhuuh” Nope he is alive . He sauces you lower breast and side, his color returning to normal. He smiles at you then steps back. Now just the giant stick on the scarred man, anchored on both sides by two black men who couldn’t be more different. One looks like a college professor, distinguished with a long but skinny rod. The other a bit of a roughneck , much younger a short, thick one. More the kind you like, the kind that paints all the corners.

You think to yourself, why am i holding back. I feel safe. And more turned on than i ever have. Why am i stopping with this. You use one finger and motion for him to come forward, you spread your legs but put your back on the table. You gently tap the top of your pussy twice. He seems stunned for a second but realizes you have given him consent.

He takes another half step closer and plunges himself in you. God that feels good, as you make eye contact with the younger, rougher one. You open your mouth to him. The millisecond he realizes what you want his wide shaft is in your mouth. You feel full at every hole now. Every pump the professor makes gives you mini orgasm.

All you can think of right now is how much come you want. Surprising even yourself. Never grossed out by it, but certainly not thinking you need it to get off. But in this moment you want to be covered inside and out with it. You look up ,stroking the cock in your mouth even harder while you are getting pounded from below. You grab his healthy set of balls and now want to feel that hot liquid in your mouth. The professor looks ready to go too, so you squeeze your pussy around his cock, squeeze the tip of the cock on your tongue and suddenly are gushing goo from all your holes. Its not enough, you sit up and walk over to scarred guy and push him back on the table. he offers no resistance and lifts you up onto him. You slide down his pole until the tip presses up against you deep inside.

All the mini orgasms adding up to one massive wave you cant wait to crash. the two black guys step back, their dicks returning to normal size. The realize you cant believe you had 8 penises and are now worried it wont be enough. You want to yell at scarred guy not to come, but you realize when you did that with guys in your life before, usually it backfired, the men getting turned on hearing you say the word come, and usually letting it fly.

You pull yourself onto him tighter pushing your hips back and forth. You know your close, but you know the minute he drains himself you will lose all the extra size he has now and it might not get you where you need to be. Rocking back and forth, back again, god so close, ou feel it building from your toes. 2 more quick pulses, fuck his cock feels so good. You look at his face and you know he is fully aware, trying to hold on to get you there. Only a few more. Dont come , dont come god dammit dont come. One or two more hits right on that spot he’s hitting. Oh geez maybe just once more.

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