I re-read his email to me, I am wet with lust at what is to transpire tonight: Dear Louise, thank-you for connecting with me to fulfill your fantasy. I would be delighted to be your lover for the night of Jan 31st. I would like you to know that I am totally turned on by your request. I have made all the arrangements for you and I want to let you know that I will pay complete attention to your needs and wants for the time that you will spend with me and my assistant. We will cater to your needs and will make this night one to remember forever.

I would love it if you could wear a simple revealing dress. High heels are a must as I find them such an elegant way for a woman to show off her legs. You can wear hose and garters and a thong or leave your legs naked and smooth for me. My favourite fabric is silk or satin so I leave it up to you which to choose.

Your partner should dress so as to compliment your outfit and your style and grace. We will be dressed formally and very provocatively so that we can turn you on as well. Please find attached a map to our country home. It is very private here and once past the automatic gate you can be assured that you will be our only visitors. My Cock and balls will be shaved and smooth for you, my lover Stephanie will be smooth and bald as well. Good-bye for now Louise and I am waiting with anticipation to enjoying your body and fulfilling your most inner desires. Erotically Yours; Bruce.

I was wet again as I finished the email, the night was tonight and I have just got back from my friends parlour. She waxed and shaved my pussy and my legs. They are both smooth and silky, my nails are long and luscious. I bought new jewellery and a revealing dress of red satin. It has a plunging neckline that reveals my tits. There is no back to this dress and shows the cleavage of my ass and a slit up the back to just below my crotch. It hides nothing. My nipples poke the fabric and my pussy can be seen through the slit in the back when I bend over to adjust the strap on my 5 inch heels.

I am finally ready to go. I have left my legs naked and oiled them to make them shine. I totter down the front stairs and my man is there with my long leather trench coat and wraps me in its warmth. He kisses my cheek and I can smell his expensive cologne as he whispers to me that this is going to be fantastic and that I look incredible.

The drive is long and I am soaking wet by the time we get to Bruce’s place, it is up a long winding driveway to a gorgeous old brick house. There is a covered front door and parking area and we pull mecidiyeköy escort up into the candle light entrance. Stephanie is waiting at the top of the stairs.

She is dressed in very expensive lingerie and a barely there robe that billows in the slight breeze. “Good evening Louise, give me your arm I will escort you in”. She takes my arm with her strong fingers and guides me up the staircase of rock and marble. Our heels click as we go. Once inside she takes my man’s coat and then mine and looks deeply into my eyes. “I know that this night will be incredible for you Louise, relax and enjoy all that we have planned for you”. I kiss her on the cheek and she hugs me knowing that I am very nervous. “Come and enjoy some cool champagne”.

We follow her loud heels down the long hall way to a large formal living room that is bathed in light from a fire, it smells of fresh flowers. The chairs and couches are all leather with satin pillows, the drapes are shiny and dropped casually from the ceiling to the floor were they pool and glimmer.

“Hello Louise, this is such a pleasure. You look incredible I love your choice of ensemble. Red is very much your color”, Bruce says as he hands me a long stemmed glass of bubbling champagne. I can feel my nipples harden as I watch him move towards me. He has on shiny black leather pants matched to a dark golden silk shirt, patten leather shoes and a smooth silk tie. I stammer a few words of thanks as my mouth dries up. He kisses me on the mouth as he tries to calm me down.

“Come and sit, enjoy the bubbly and the fire. It is going to be a long night”. He is so calm and self assured. Stephanie takes my man’s arm and directs him to a leather love seat opposite a large day bed made of wrought iron. She sits tight to him as they chat and sip champagne, he is very turned on as his erection is very visible to me.

Bruce slides his arm down my back as he walks me over to the fireplace. He bends to my ear and tells me just how much he likes my dress, my hose and my heels. I rub his cock with my manicured hand sliding it across his shiny pants. We sip champagne and talk, he stares deeply into my eyes. I feel like he knows what I am thinking. He touches my dress lightly and caresses me in the most loving way as we talk. I can feel eyes on me but I feel detached as well from the others in the room. He has me in a spell that I am falling into with all my desires.

I am calm now and a little light headed, Stephanie has refilled my glass a few times by now, and I am very wet. Bruce bayrampaşa escort escorts me to the day bed, sits me in the middle and stands opposite me holding my hands. He bends and takes my lips into his mouth and kisses me deeply in front of the other two. His finger fall onto my hard nipples and teases them as his tongue plays with mine. I feel them harden more under his tender touch; I love the satin brushing the horny tips as I move. I am so horny.

He pulls his cock from his pants and guides me to my knees. I swallow his long hard cock and stare out at Stephanie and my lover as they relax among the satin and leather watching me. I suck hard and stroke his big cock with my fist. I pull my dress aside and stroke my horny nipples as I work his strong thick cock up and down my wet mouth. “Now you must fuck me Bruce”. I am surprised by my demands. He obeys undressing and lying back onto the bed. He is holding out his cock for me.

I drop the dress to the floor and lower my naked body onto his ridged cock. I stare at Stephanie as I slide her mans cock into me. I hold her gaze as she sips her champagne and smiles back as his large head hits the bottom of my cunt. I fuck him hard as I squeeze my body around his swollen cock. Stephanie has opened her legs and pushed her long finger deep into her cunt and moans loudly as she fucks her pussy for me to enjoy. I fuck him with all my strength.

Bruce pulls from me and stands, “I want to admire your naked form Louise. Show me your gorgeous pussy”. He commands. I open my legs slowly as my slick pussy unfolds and hangs out for all to see. I hold his gaze and show him my eager body. My nipples explode against my touch as I stroke myself. I slide my hand down and fuck my cunt in front of the three of them. They are all smiles as I close my eyes and masturbate my cunt before them. I fall back onto the bed and spread my vagina open as my fingers caress my wet clit. “Oh yes, oh my Louise you look incredible” Stephanie says as she stands above me.

I open my mouth as she pushes her tongue into my mouth. Her long fingers find my horny nipples and play with them as I slide into orgasm. I cry out and close my eyes as my body convulses before my men. They all fall next to me to bring me back down from my erotic high. I am so horny now, Bruce falls to my pussy and kisses and licks me. I swing around and hold his cock in my fist as I nurse his swollen head in my wet mouth. I am on my back with my legs spread wide. Bruce is over me on his hands and knees and bends his mouth to my eager bahçelievler escort pussy as I suck his gorgeous cock. I stick to the leather as my skin glows in sweat as he brings me to another small orgasm with his tongue.

He pulls me to my knees and bends me down so that my hands grasp the edge of the day bed and he moves in behind me. Stephanie and my man watch as he fucks me from behind, thrusting his big cock into me deeply and then grinding it around deep in my pussy.

Stephanie is now sucking my mans cock. He stares at me lost to the erotic show in front of him. I cry out as Bruce slams my cunt hard “Oh fuck me hard, fuck my horny cunt”, I cry as my fingers pull at my erect clit. His smooth shaved balls crush against my wet slit as he plunges in and out of me. Stephanie fucks her soaked pussy as she takes my mans cock deep into her gorgeous mouth.

“Show these folks how you like to cum darling” Bruce says to me as he slides his cock through my ass cleavage and kisses me between the shoulder blades. He sits back and offers his hard cock to me I stand up and lower my horny pussy onto his erect member. I am open and exposed to my man and Stephanie, she smiles at me and pulls her tits out of her bra and plays with her long nipples.

I crush his cock into my flowing slit and cry into the night “UMM fuck Bruce, fuck me, oh fuck me”. He pounds away at my horny cunt and slides his strong finger to my expectant clit and massages my juices into the horny head of my clit. I push down harder looking for my g-spot. When I find it I can feel the head Bruce’s cock swell against it. I hold my cunt there as he pushes little thrusts against me. His fingers work their magic. I fall into multiple orgasms. I scream out as his fingers continue to pull at my clit. “fuck, fuck me, fuck me hard”, I scream.

“Take my cum darling he asks as his orgasm is finally here. I fall to my knees in front of him as he offers his incredible throbbing cock to me. I gently hold his cock and nurse his slippery cum to my mouth letting it fall onto my eager tits and body. He falls to his knees and takes my soaked face into his strong grip and kisses me deeply sharing our gorgeous orgasm with each other. “Louise you are an incredible lover”. I am so fulfilled and have had the most intense orgasm of my life.

Stephanie gently grasps my shoulder and stands me to her lips, she takes my slippery lips into her generous mouth. I stand riveted as she kisses my mouth sharing his slippery cum with me. Her fingers sink to the depth of my soaked pussy. I am wet and getting wetter as my man joins us, his cock is solid. I stroke his cock as Stephanie holds me and kisses my body while I play with my man. She sucks on my horny clit with her expert tongue licking the mingled cum from my soaked pussy.

Finally I cum on her mouth, she sucks my juices and takes me higher than any man ever has.

It was so cold I decided to keep walking as I tried to hitch a ride. Standing still was out of the question, it was just too cold. In the last ten minutes the rain had gone from falling vertically to horizontal and the icy drops of water began to hit my face; stinging like tiny needles against any exposed skin.

The wind was kicking up anything that was loose on the ground and firing it around like shrapnel. To make things worse the rain was turning to sleet and I could tell that snow wasn’t far off. The temperature was getting lower by the minute and I was not only soaked to the skin, I was freezing. I needed a lift soon or I’d be suffering from hypothermia.

My breath became visible each time I exhaled. I began to cough occasionally as I breathed in the icy cold air. I wondered what the hell I was doing hitch-hiking in this weather, I must be mad. It wasn’t supposed to get this bad in October, was it? The radio report I’d heard a couple of hours ago had said it was going to be ‘sporadic showers’. Sporadic showers right! The rain had not stopped for a long time and going at it like there was no tomorrow. It was going to kill me if I didn’t get out of it, and soon. There had been no mention of this freezing weather front or the chance of snow. What the hell was happening? It felt as though someone was manipulating the weather to change my travel plans.

A truck driver had dropped me off at a road junction about two miles back and the area I was now walking through was definitely unfamiliar territory. I took a hurried look at my soggy road map but this place, wherever it was, was too small to be shown. I saw the name of the last town I’d gone through and easily picked out the next main town on the map, about thirty miles further on. But, there was nothing to be seen between them. As far as my map was concerned this was wilderness.

I started to walk quicker to try to keep warm; my head down and the collar on my jacket pulled up around my ears to keep out the rain. I couldn’t figure out what happened next but the hairs on the back of my neck were standing out on end. I distinctly felt that my balls were trying to retreat into my belly, leaving my scrotum a cold and empty sack.

It seemed to get dark so suddenly that I looked around to see if a street light had blown a bulb. My head quickly revolved to see if I could pick out what had happened. I noticed that there weren’t any lights to be seen anywhere. Looking up and down the road it was obvious that there hadn’t been any street lights for at least the last mile that I’d walked.

The change that caused the remaining daylight to plunge into darkness had been caused by something other than an electrical shutdown. There was a distinct smell of ozone in the air. Maybe this was what had made me think subconsciously of a blown light bulb? A feeling washed over me and I felt certain that somebody or something was increasing the manipulation factor. I thought – maybe someone is trying to introduce themselves?

Whatever it was I was hoping that a vehicle would stop soon and give me a ride away from this cold and scary little place.

Another half mile of hard walking and I saw headlights raking the darkness from behind my shoulder. I began to frantically wave my thumb in the hope that the driver would see me and stop. The car went howling by, a dense spray of freezing water was thrown up by the tyres and it soaked me even more than I was already. My head automatically bent down to let the water run from my hair to the ground, I knew that if I didn’t do this it would join the rest of the icy water that was coursing down my neck and make its way into the crack of my ass and beyond.

As I was chanting my “I must get out of this weather” mantra I heard the vehicle that had passed me come to a halt some fifty yards further up the road. I then saw the reverse lights come on, and the car made its way back to me. It was snaking slightly as it raced across the ground in reverse, the differential howled in protest at going backwards too quickly. I thought, “Jesus, this guy is going to kill me…” Then, as the car stopped a couple of feet from me I began to think, “Yes! I’ve got me a lift. Thank you, thank you, I’ve got a lift.”

It was a large black 1960’s Chevrolet. The chrome alone must have weighed as much a Honda. The window on my side opened and a quiet female voice said, “Where are you going?”

I leaned in toward the window and said, “I’m heading about thirty miles or so up the road. Anywhere close to the next town would be much appreciated. That’s about as far as I’m going to get tonight. I’ll look for somewhere to stay when I get there.”

“Please, get in. How long have you been out in this awful weather?”

I opened the rear door, took off my pack and as I threw it onto the back seat I said, “My last lift dropped me off about an hour ago.” I was shivering and the words came out as though I was stuttering, each word jerked its way out of me like they were tied to a string that had a knot every inch along its length. I was talking mecidiyeköy escort like a young kid reciting poetry. I tried hard not to shake but it just wasn’t working. I must have been a lot closer to hypothermia than I realised.

“Well, just make yourself comfortable; I’ll turn up the heater and see if we can get you warm again.” She seemed friendly enough, and unconcerned that she’d just picked up a man in the middle of nowhere. All I needed right at the moment was the warmth from the heater and a little T.L.C. from wherever it was on offer.

As I’d got into the car I could smell her perfume. I was thinking how nice it was, but all I could really concentrate on was the water leaking from my clothes onto the seat, then making its way onto floor of the car. I looked down and said, “I’m sorry about getting your car wet.”

“That’s OK, it’ll dry off. No harm done.” She offered her hand and said, “By the way, my name is Beverley. It has an “E”, unlike the TV program about hillbillies.” We shook hands briefly and I could feel how warm she was. It somehow made me feel that much colder.

“HI Beverley, I’m Danny, Danny Lehman.” I turned my head toward her as I introduced myself and I felt like I was not going to be able to look away again. The woman driving the car, Beverley, was absolutely stunning. She was older than me; maybe twice my age… perhaps early 40’s; about the same age my mother would be if she was still alive.

Her hair was what held my attention; it was almost to her waist. It was jet black, except for a streak of white about an inch wide that ran through the centre. It was pulled together in a pony tale, held with a flexible gold band. Without touching it, I knew that it would be as soft as silk. The noise it made as it swished against her dress was something I don’t recall hearing before.

I managed to drag my eyes away as she looked toward me and laughed. I’d obviously been staring at her and she said, “Has the cat got your tongue? I just asked you a question.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”

“I said are you getting warmer? I can either turn the heater up or you’re welcome to take a drink from the flask in the glove-box.”

I was still confused and a little embarrassed from being caught staring – like a schoolboy looking up his teachers dress from under his desk. “I’m sorry Beverley, what flask?”

“It’s a witch’s brew that will make you feel good; after all it is All Saints Eve… you know, Halloween, tonight.” She gave a theatrical, high pitched laugh like a loon. It soon had me laughing with her.

“I don’t want to turn your car into a sauna by asking for the heater to go up even higher so I’ll try your ‘witch’s brew’.”

Her head turned toward me again and she gave me a broad smile. She didn’t speak, she just smiled. As I looked at her, she returned her eyes to the road and I took in the rest of her at a glance. She was dressed in a tight black wool dress, at least it was tight around her chest, and then from the waist it billowed out slightly with a slit reaching to mid thigh. The front of her dress plunged low enough that her cleavage showed stark white against the black material. From where the dress finished above the ankle I could see black leather knee length boots, a grey leather lace zig-zagged up the outside of the boot.

The stockings covering her legs beyond the boots were also black; I could see them through the slit up the side of the dress. It was again hard to remove my eyes from this vision. Old enough to be my mother or not, this was a very good looking woman. I wondered what she would look like without the dress; maybe just standing there in the black boots and stockings.

I removed the flask from the glove-box; it had a coat of arms engraved on the front. The back was covered in red leather that was attached at the base. The coat of arms showed a phoenix rising from the ashes of an object on fire; on closer inspection it was a globe, but not the earth. The wings of the fabulous bird were smoldering as it went into the sky, its beak open in pain. The inscription below the drawing was in a language I didn’t understand. I just knew it was not English, Latin or French.

I removed the heavy silver top and tipped the flask to my lips. The witch’s brew turned out to be either a fine brandy, or a really smooth whiskey. I was no expert on liquor but I guessed that this was probably an expensive Napoleon Brandy or maybe an old Scottish Malt Whiskey. What I did know was that it tasted superb; there wasn’t a hint of the harsh taste that went with the cheap liquor I’d tasted at parties. As it went down my throat it warmed my insides instantly. The river of warmth continued all the way into my stomach. “This is excellent Beverley. What is it?”

“Yes it is, isn’t it? That, Danny, is 1858 single malt, from the Loch Airy Distillery in Inverness, Scotland.”

“That is very old! How on earth did you get a hold of that? If my dad was alive he’d be in seventh heaven.”

“I aksaray escort have the original bottle in my study at home; I bought it at auction last year, on this same date. If your father was a fan of good whiskey, he would have been in 8th or 9th heaven after a sip. This really is the best-of-the-best if you are a malt whiskey drinker. However, if you’re not, it’s still very good for getting you warm again after being out in foul weather!”

After another long sip of the whiskey the cold began to retreat and I relaxed and tried to get more comfortable. It was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be because minutes later my eyelids started to droop. I didn’t want to fall asleep; I knew I wouldn’t be in the car long; the next town was only thirty miles further on. I glanced at my watch, it was 6.30pm.

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I woke with a start, totally confused. I sat up and was immediately pulled back by the seat belt. My head slammed back into the seat and I said, “What the… what time is it? Where are we?” I looked at my watch and it was a few minutes before 8.00pm. “Are we there yet?”

“No. Well, yes – we were there, but I continued on. I hope you don’t mind, I only live another ten miles further on and it seemed pointless to have you stay in a motel, or worse still – rough it outside, when I have perfectly good spare beds available at my place. I don’t have a husband or family and the people that are coming around later aren’t planning to stay over. We can have dinner before they arrive, then you can disappear when I meet with them. What do you say?”

“Well, I hadn’t sort of planned to…” I stumbled over my words, still half asleep.

“If you don’t like it when we get there, I’ll turn around and bring you back again. How’s that for a deal?”

What could I say, I was being invited to dinner and a night in a beautiful woman’s house, with no strings attached. “OK, Beverley. You have a deal. Thanks.”

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Twenty minutes later we pulled into her driveway. This was some driveway; it must have been the best part of three hundred yards long. Every thirty yards or so there was an ornate lamp splashing a pool of light onto the black surface of the driveway. The lamps looked like replicas of the old gas lights that were seen in London in the early 1900’s. Beverley was driving much slower as the rain had stopped and a mist was rising from the paddocks to each side of the drive. It was turning into quite a thick fog as it made its way across the fence and moved into the path of the car

The lights for the driveway must have automatically activated as we cut through an electronic beam entering the property. The house remained in darkness until the car nosed its way passed the front door. Another beam was broken and lights went on around the garden area and above the doorway.

I had not been able to see the end of the driveway from the road, but as we came to the end of the drive a magnificent old house came into view. There were high stone chimneys and a large veranda going all the way around the place.

As the lights illuminated the house it was obvious that it was actually not really old at all. It looked like something from a movie; it then struck me that it looked just like Tara, the house from ‘Gone with the Wind’. The architect had done a great job. The design seemed unusual, but if you’re wealthy the unusual is easier to achieve. Whoever Beverley was, she was obviously very wealthy.

“OK Danny, here we are, welcome to my home.” She switched off the car, opened her door and stepped out. As I did the same on my side of the car I made an involuntary shiver as the cold hit me. “We’d better get you inside and crank up the heating or you’ll catch your death. I think a hot bath is the order of the day for you while I make us some dinner.”

As we entered the house I was absolutely floored by the luxurious interior. My mouth must have remained open as I was mesmerized by the opulence around me. Large doors lead off to both the left and the right. The floors were made of a deep red timber; it was polished to a shine that looked as though it was covered in glass. The rugs were strategically placed about the massive area beyond the entrance; they must have taken someone a long time to choose, they matched their individual surroundings perfectly.

Looking beyond the entrance hall I could see the huge living room and separate doors that presumably went through to the kitchen and dining areas. Everything about the place was fantastic. I had never seen anything like this in my life.

As Beverley altered the thermostat up a few degrees she said, “Well, what do you think of my home Danny?”

I closed my mouth, and said, “Beverley, this is awesome. I am very impressed.”

“Thank you. Now, don’t stand there in your cold wet clothes, to the bathroom with you! Follow me.”

As I followed her up a sweeping staircase she swayed slightly from side to side as she lifted her legs from one stair tread to the next. My brief review topkapı escort of Beverley in the car had not really done justice to what I was now seeing. She had a magnificent figure and obviously spent a lot of time keeping it that way. I didn’t know what her body was like below the black dress but if it was anything like I could see from the outside it had to be something else.

At the top of the stairs we went to the left and three doors along the landing she showed me into a bathroom that was as big as my apartment. There was a huge spa bath in the middle of the room. A shower was in the corner facing me; it had no doors or curtains, it was just a large concave tiled floor area that had six shower heads facing the centre at different levels and different angles. In another corner there was a toilet and a bidet. Everything in the room was in shades of ivory. The lighting made everything appear clean and without a shadow showing anywhere. The overall effect was very clever; the designer obviously knew their stuff.

Hanging on coat hooks on the wall next to the door there were three huge fluffy white bathrobes, like the ones they make available in really top-class hotels. Each of them had the same coat of arms that I’d seen on the hip-flask. Next to these were a row of shelves that held at least a dozen large white towels. On shelves above the towels were bottles of shampoo, bars of soap, shaving gear and all sorts of creams and potions, all of them were new, unopened.

“Help yourself to whatever you need Danny. When you have finished I’ll show you where you can get some other clothes to wear.”

“Hey, Beverley, this is very kind of you, thanks a lot.”

“That’s OK; I’m just pleased that I can help. Do you like lasagna? It’s one of my favourite meals. It’ll only take an hour or so to make and we’ll be eating by 9.15. That gives us plenty of time before my guests arrive.”

“Lasagna sounds good to me, as long as you have a very cold Dom Perignon ’48 to go with it? I laughed as I said this and Beverley just gave me another one of her smiles. She turned and left the bathroom and I began running the bath while I peeled off my cold wet clothes.

Five minutes later I was up to my neck in foam, the bubbles spilling over the side of the bath as the jets beneath the water pummeled my body and replaced the aching cold that had been there for hours with welcome warmth.

As I soaked in the lap of luxury I could hear classical music coming from downstairs, probably from where Beverley was making dinner. The music was something familiar so I began to hum the tune – most of the time off-key. As I relaxed I began to think about this amazing turn of events in just a matter of hours. One minute I was almost suffering from hypothermia and the next I was having a hot spa bath while a beautiful looking woman prepared dinner for us in the kitchen of her multi-million dollar house. When I thought that someone or something was manipulating the action around me, he or she was definitely doing it in style.

My body sank deeper into the warmth of the spa until the only thing not under water was my head, above the chin. As my mind wandered I felt, rather than heard, Beverley enter the bathroom. She smiled as I turned around to look at her, I pushed up so that most of my chest was now out of the water and I got comfortable on the seat that stuck out from the side of the spa wall.

“So, are you enjoying your warming up process Danny?” She placed the small stack of clothes she’d brought with her on the lowest shelf, and then grabbed one of the towels as she came further into the room. As she came closer to the spa her feet did not seem to be touching the tiles of the floor. I couldn’t make out why there was no noise as her leather boots made there way across the room.

“Yes, this is fantastic. I feel human again.”

As she got to closer she folded the towel and placed it carefully on the side wall of the spa. She sat side-saddle, and then slowly and deliberately stared at me. It was not a stare that was intimidating, in fact I felt very comfortable as she looked at me; as though she could read me like an open book.

“Dinner will be ready in ten minutes, so if you’d like to jump out and try on those clothes I will get ready to serve.” She was standing again, nodding her head toward the shelf. She then held the towel at shoulder height beckoning me to stand and take the towel from her. A little self-consciously I raised myself from the water and took the towel from her as she continued to stare directly into my eyes.

As my body got warmer my mind free-wheeled for a moment. I thought, tomorrow, November 1st, is my 21st birthday. Beverley innocently helped wrap the towel around my waist. Her smile flashed once more and she turned and left the room as quickly as she had entered.

I don’t know how she had known what size of clothes I would need, or where she had got them from, but everything I put on was a perfect fit. As soon as I finished dressing I made my way downstairs and followed the music and the wonderful smells that were coming out of the kitchen. Beverley was serving up the lasagna onto two deep plates as I entered the kitchen. As the vegetables were placed next to this she said, “Would you like to take these through to the dining room Danny, I’ll be with you in a moment.”

My wife and I had dabbled in the swinging lifestyle a little bit some time ago, even hooking up with another couple for some swapping, nothing too outrageous. We definitely enjoyed watching porn, an emphasis on threesomes dominating our extensive collection of DVDs.

Enter my wife’s friend Kathryn. Although Ang and Kat would go out drinking a couple times a month, she was a friend of both of ours, and she and I occasionally had this running joke that if we got Ang drunk enough, something might happen. Kat wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but was hot enough for sure. Her demeanor and wit led me to believe that she was always about half-serious about getting a threeway going and I think Ang wanted to try it more than she would ever admit.

So finally one night the girls decided to include me in their drunken revelry, and we hit the local dive up the street. Ang was dressed conservatively as usual, a tight white sweater emphasizing her every shwervy curve. Kathryn’s white button-down was buttoned down nicely, and her black mini-skirt revealed just a little too much of her bare legs. They were long and well defined, and didn’t need stockings to be extremely sexy.

Over the course of the night, the three of us drank way too much, and headed onto the small dance floor at regular intervals to get our threeway groove on. Dancing behind my wife, I was sure to press my hardness up against her backside, a constant reminder that I was there and the groove thing was working. Kat would in turn back up against Ang, grinding her tight little ass against my wife’s crotch.

At the end of the night, it seemed I was the only one capable of driving, so I took the keys and loaded the ladies into the car. We were much closer to our house than Kat’s, and it only took a little convincing to persuade her to crash at our house, sleep it off and fatih escort I’d take her home in the morning.

Upon arriving at our place, Ang started upstairs to fetch a blanket and pillow for Kat to use while sleeping on the couch. “The couch is nice, but our bed is nicer,” she joked. “Jealous?” I took the opportunity and went for broke.

“Do you like porn?” I asked Kat abruptly.

“Oh hell yeah,” she slurred. “Whatcha got?”

I turned to my wife with raised eyebrows, looking for any kind of indication of what she thought about it.

“Come on up!” Ang blurted, giving me a sly grin. I caught Kat’s eye and, with a wink, we both knew it was on.

Once in the bedroom, I fumbled for my favorite DVD, the one with lots of threeways on it. By the time I got it started, I turned to see Ang already mostly undressed, her full round boobs out of her push-up bra, nipples erect and just begging to be sucked. Kat started to unzip her just-short-enough skirt, while Ang helped her along with unbuttoning her blouse. Kat had smaller tits, but they were round and perky. When she slipped out of her skirt to reveal that she was wearing no panties, Ang paused to take in her tight ass and immediately reached out and gave her a good spank, leaving a red handprint on Kat’s little round butt.

Kat had right away gone for Ang’s pleading nipples and, grabbing hold of one, flicked at it with her tongue. I jumped in on the other one, pinching the nipple between my tongue and my teeth, just like she likes it. She was startled at first, but quickly fell into the feeling of it, moaning softly as Kat and I loved her hot boobs.

Ang was soon undoing my jeans, and, dropping my pants, she grabbed my already throbbing cock and started stroking it. I pushed her down on her back onto our king-sized bed, where zeytinburnu escort she opened up her shaved pussy, swollen and juicy. Kat wasted no time going down on my wife, gently stroking her clit with her tongue and pushing a finger easily into her cunt. I straddled my wife’s chest, and she eagerly took my cock into her mouth and sucked it hard, pausing only to throw her head back and moan “Oh God” whenever Kat would hit the sweet spot between her thighs.

I wanted to see what was happening behind me, so I pulled my dick away from my wife’s mouth, sat her up and settled in behind her, my dick sliding up between her legs from underneath her, while Kat was still slurping away. Kat grabbed my cock and guided it into Ang’s slot. Ang slid down onto it and started to ride while Kat continued to suck her clit. It took about thirty seconds for my wife to launch into an insane orgasm, nearly screaming at the top of her lungs while clutching a handful of hair and pushing Kat’s face deeper into her pussy. When Ang settled back to Earth, Kat came up and started kissing her deeply, lovingly cradling my wife’s face in her hands.

Without warning, Kathryn gave Ang a good strong shove, causing her to tumble down onto the bed beside me.

“My turn,” she shouted, and she mounted me and began to grind her pussy against the base of my cock. Ang moved around behind her, straddled my legs and put her arms around Kat from behind, one hand stroking Kat’s clit and the other on her boob. Kat revealed a rare talent, lifting her other breast to her own mouth and licking her nipple while my wife kissed her on the back of the neck. With Ang wildly rubbing Kat’s clit and Kat riding my cock, she was soon coming for us, shrieking into a prolonged orgasm.

This was too much for me, and I shot my load of cum deep bağcılar escort into Kat’s pussy. “Give it to her,” my wife encouraged me, still caressing Kat’s entire petite body from behind.

“We’re not done,” purred Kathryn, climbing off of me. “Suck his dick now,” she commanded, “taste my pussy on his cock and get him up again!”

Ang eagerly complied, sucking on my weary dick with abandon. Soon it was fully hard again. Ang climbed up and slid my hard-on into her juicy little pussy and began riding it hard like a cowgirl who only had eight seconds. Kat swing her leg over me and settled her crotch down over my face, grinding her clit into my mouth while I lapped her up. Kat’s pussy was shaved as well, with only a small strip of hair pointing the way to the top of her clit. With both of them riding me hard, I was aware that they were kissing each other passionately, and they came together in each other’s embrace, one on my cock and the other on my face.

When they finally wound down, they both got off of me and my wife had a sly look for Kat.

“Watch this,” she said, reaching into the bedside drawer. She produced the pink, sticky lube she used to give me hand jobs, slathered me up with it and went to work.

Kat watched intently as Angela brought me to the edge of coming time and time again, only to back off her strokes to start me over again. Kathryn would alternate between kissing Ang while she expertly worked my cock with her hand, licking the tip of my cock, and curling up and kissing me between my desperate cries of torturous pleasure.

Finally Angela finished me off, and I spurted cum a couple feet into the air, most of it splattering back down on my stomach. Kat immediately began lapping it up off of me, while Ang slid up along my left side, kissing my neck as I struggled to catch my breath. Kat finished up by licking my dick dry before curling up behind Angela.

We all three collapsed into each other’s arms, with my wife in the middle. Before we drifted off to sleep, I whispered “I love you,” into my wife’s ear, and she grinned that sly grin again.

I can’t wait until morning.

I always loved that our apartment complex had a courtyard. It offered a nice view, right from the center of the apartments. The apartments fit together nicely on all four sides, all with windows opening up on the courtyard, and consequently, across the way. At this point in the season, the snow blanketed everything with the Christmas holiday coming up. A couple weeks ago, I had noticed that an attractive young woman had moved into the apartment across the way from us. She looked to be about 24, with shoulder length blonde hair, a slender build, and a great figure. A little shorter than me, she probably measured up to about 5’7. After one week, I noticed that she had also taken note of me. My husband works second shift, and I have the apartment to myself for the afternoon/evening hours, as well as the woman across the way.

As is my nature, I was unable to resist boldly showing off from my side of the complex. About once a day, I would make sure to walk past my window wearing very little, or nothing at all, usually something festive. On the third day, the woman noticed, and did a double take: I pretended not to see, but I felt the success of catching her attention.

This continued over the next two weeks, me boldly passing by, or ever staying in front of, the window pretending not to see her watching me. I wore everything from a slip to only some Christmas bows, advertising myself as a gift that I knew she wanted. She appeared to not have anyone over most nights, and as of yet I had not mentioned her to my husband. One particular night, I was feeling very frisky, and made sure to leave myself in plain view of the window, lit up by only the arnavutköy escort Christmas tree. I started to play with myself, pretending I did not know I was in sight of the window. I noticed her watching, but pretending not to see me. I smiled to myself as I played with my clit, allowing myself to start getting into it. To my pleasure, she kept watching as I started to writhe in ecstasy. I allowed myself to lose sight of her to get even more into it, massaging my breasts with my hands, tasting myself, and working myself into a strong orgasm. I glanced over right before cumming just in time to notice she too had started playing with herself. Triumphantly, I came with a sudden burst and moaned.

I knew my husband would be coming home soon, so I quickly cleaned up and mentioned nothing. The next evening, I knew he would be looking for some good, end-of-the week sex, and I had a surprise Christmas present in store for him.

That evening, when my husband called from work, I worked my plans into the conversation.

“Hey baby, I have an early Christmas present for you tonight.”

“Oh yeah? What might that be?”

“I can’t tell you. I guess you’ll just have to wait until you get home and see what’s under the tree.”

He sounded aroused and interested, and I knew it would be a good night. Shortly before he was due home, I marched purposefully around the complex to the room I knew belonged to the blonde. I knocked, waited, and had the pleasure of her answering promptly.

“Do you have plans for tonight?”

“Uh, n-no…,” she stammered.

“Well, you do now. Come with me.”

She avrupa yakası escort followed me somewhat nervously, but I could sense her anticipation as well. By sheer luck, we arrived back to my apartment shortly before my husband. We chatted briefly over wine before he got back, and I found out her name was Mariah. She seemed to really like my Christmas tree, and I moved us to just underneath it, enjoying the aroma of pine and my excitement for the night. As my husband got home, I answered to the door, leaving Mariah under the festively lit up Christmas tree.

“Mart, meet Mariah. She will be joining us this evening.” Just with my words, I saw a nice bulge start to rise in his pants. It was already late, and I was eager to get started. I grabbed Mariah’s hand and told her to follow me. As soon as I got to my room, I threw her gently down to the bed.

As I reached down to kiss her neck, I whispered “I know you’ve been watching me. I see you every day.”

“I…I-I…,” she stuttered.

“Shhh, it’s ok. Tonight you get what you want,” I replied, “This is my Christmas present to you.”

I quickly moved my way to her mouth, kissing her aggressively while removing her shirt. To my delight, her breasts popped nicely out of her shirt, revealing that she had not been wearing a bra. I sighed as I took in the sight. I was already feeling quite wet with excitement and anticipation. I kissed her breasts, rolling her nipples around with my tongue, feeling them harden. Remembering Mart, I moved back and let him take the lead as I unclothed myself. I watched him kissing her body, then moving down bakırköy escort to remove the tight skirt she wore. As she pulled her slender, well-toned legs out of it with some hesitation, I smiled to myself. Reaching forward, I undressed Mart as well, taking in the wonderful sight of his long, hard cock, a sight of which I would never tire. I moved in and took Mart’s mouth full on mine, kissing him passionately and letting Mariah watch. Once I sensed her desire to get back involved, I pushed my way into her crotch, taking her clit full on with my tongue. She gasped sharply and shuddered as my tongue plunged deep inside her, forcing her to moan.

Mart came at me from behind at this point, massaging my back and ass, playing with me as well. This time Mariah was the one to make a move, flipping me over so that she was now on top. Slightly surprised, I smiled at her, kissing her deeply. Mart then took her from behind, shoving his throbbing cock into her pussy, giving way to a moan himself. I slip upwards on the bed so Mariah could take in my pussy, dripping wet at this point. At the touch of her tongue, I plunged into ecstasy once more, enjoying her every touch.

Mart led the next change, putting himself in between us, fucking me harder and harder as he ate Mariah out. I could feel myself working up to certain orgasm, which I held in for as long as I could. I heard Mariah becoming louder and louder, a sound for which I had been hoping for over a week now. Mart grunted in work and pleasure, forcing his way deeper and deeper inside of me. Feeling the rage of the orgasm now, I called out and commanded the other two to cum with me. In the buildup of the moment, I screamed out at the same time that Mart grunted and Mariah shuddered underneath him. With simultaneous sighs, we collapsed into a heap.

Mart whispered to me, “What a Christmas present.”

I squeezed his hand in response with a smile. I had finally gotten the Christmas present I wanted all along.

We spent the day with Grant, a handsome stranger we’d met at the marina. We chatted with him a little telling him we wanted to rent a boat but they’d all been rented. He suggested we join him offering to take us out on his boat. It was a great day and we explored the area stopping at a few beaches along the way. Grant was charming and sexy, an older man who I found very attractive. We talked sharing stories about ourselves learning Grant lived in the city and was on vacation. He owned a cabin on the lake and spent a few weeks there each year.

He wasn’t shy and seemed to delight in flirting with me which didn’t bother James. James encouraged me to flirt with other men which I’d done a few times. I wasn’t interested in anything more refusing any opportunities for naughty sex with a stranger. Grant was sitting across from us letting the boat float in the middle of the lake. Grant looked over at James telling him he was lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend. I blushed feeling slightly uncomfortable which amused James. He teased me reminding me how much he loved the attention I got from other men. Grant asked if we’d ever indulged in naughty sex with a stranger. I blushed even more since I was thinking about sex…with Grant!

I wondered what his cock looked like. Was it big? Fat? He was much older than we were but his body was still firm and muscular. His weathered skin deeply tanned but smooth. James encouraged me to share a dirty story with our new friend. I reached out for my beer gulping it down quickly. I set it down and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand while güngören escort both of them sat silently. A dirty story, huh.

I felt sexy and began talking as my pussy throbbed getting wetter and wetter. I usually felt sexier when I was drunk so I gulped another beer. I described the big cock I wanted and how much I wanted to suck it. It had to be big and fat! I told them how I wanted to feel it stretching my tight pussy wondering to myself if Grant had a big cock. He seemed to read my mind suddenly pulling his shorts down exposing his cock. It sprang up wobbling stiffly as he smiled proudly asking me if I thought he had a big cock. I squeezed my thighs tight making my pussy tingle unable to take my eyes off it. Big..it was huge.

I wanted him and he knew it. He teased me asking me to tell him I wanted him to fuck me. I did want to fuck him BADLY. I felt so naughty telling him I’d always been curious how it would feel. My tight pussy could hardly take James’ cock which wasn’t nearly as big as Grant’s. I told Grant I was willing to try but didn’t know if it would fit. He assured me he could MAKE it fit! He told me I should show him what a good cocksucker I was but when I walked over to him he shook his head ‘no’. He wanted to watch me suck James’ cock insisting I prove myself. I kneeled before James as he slid his shorts down and began licking and sucking his cock. He moaned and began thrusting his hips pushing his cock deep as I began to gag. Grant chuckled remarking that I’d be gagging even more soon.

I sucked faster sensing esenler escort he was getting close as his body began to tense up. I hated swallowing and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I wrapped one hand around his cock while I fondled his balls gently with the other one. I heard Grant’s voice as he asked me if I ‘spit’ or ‘swallowed’. I kept pumping turning to look at Grant as I decided to share our secret. I don’t like to swallow…but JAMES DOES! Grant seemed surprised but interested looking at James who was blushing deeply. James loved the taste and listened while I told Grant that he preferred to lick up his mess. James was getting close and I aimed his cock at my tits watching as thick streams splashed across my tits. He was twitching and jerking wildly while Grant expressed his excitement eager to watch him lick me.

Grant stood up pumping faster while James licked my tits swallowing and slurping eagerly. Grant moved closer and put his hand on James’ head forcing it to turn. Grant forced his cock roughly into my boyfriend’s willing mouth. I was mesmerized staring at the two of them. Grant bucked his hips faster and faster forcing himself deeper grunting and groaning with pleasure. James was able to swallow most of it but began gagging as Grant continued fucking his mouth. This sexy older man was obviously impressed and enjoying himself immensely. He had both hands on James’ head pushing with his hips as he pulled him forward holding him there. Grant was straining as he warned James to get ready for IT. He groaned as he began shooting sarıyer escort his load looking down at James who was swallowing desperately. Grant pulled his cock out letting it hang in his hand praising James for a job well done.

It was my turn now so I slid my hand between my legs letting my fingers roam through the wetness. Grant reached down and pulled my bikini bottom off examining it before holding it to his nose inhaling deeply. He told me he liked how I smelled and pulled my legs apart stopping to ask James if he objected. James was still licking his lips which looked swollen and puffy. Grant offered to suck his cock and James stood up offering himself to Grant who assured me I was next. Grant hesitated appearing awkwardly inexperienced but he gradually began to relax allowing himself to enjoy it. He didn’t look like the type of guy who liked to suck cock but neither did James.

I watched them as I finger fucked my pussy wriggling in anticipation. Grant turned to me gazing at my cunt which was dripping wet. He started licking my pussy expertly poking and probing his tongue around teasing me by stopping occasionally. I pleaded him to lick me as I began to anticipate his momentary pauses. This man knew how to lick a pussy and proceeded to explore my cunt even sliding it down to my ass. The intense sensation of him licking my asshole made me think of him licking James’ ass too.

The three of us were sprawled out on the seats exhausted. Grant promised he would fuck me but insisted he needed to rest awhile reminding us he was much older than us. James and I relaxed together fondling each other as we let our stud sleep peacefully. We fucked for awhile enjoying the intensity of what we’d just done. We’d resisted the temptation for so long but now agreed to give in to future indulgences. It was much more fun than either of us imagined.

To be continued…

FRIDAY (morning)

Alicia woke up in the back seat of the dusty old car in Mark’s garage. Her entire body ached when she tried to move. When she opened her eyes, she saw used condoms all over her body. The semen inside of them had leaked all over her. She made no effort to brush them off. When she sat up, she looked into the rear view mirror. Her face had dried cum all over it and a condom was matted in her hair. She looked like an absolute mess.

“You look like a whore,” she thought to herself.

And she was right – she did. Yesterday, she made an effort to stand up for herself. She wanted Tommy and Mark to know that she had limits. Alicia didn’t want Tommy, or Mark, to make decisions for her. All of this effort was in vain. Tommy confronted her and put her in her place. All of her pride and convictions had been thrown out the window.

He shouted at her in a way that she had never experienced before. No one had talked to her like that. She always thought that she would end up with a man who would treat her right and make her feel special. She had that relationship with Peter for a while, until things became too routine. After their breakup, she started dating Tommy. He gave her butterflies in her stomach and she enjoyed being with someone who respected her and didn’t judge her for her newfound sexual awakening.

All of that changed last night. Tommy had went from the boyfriend she always wanted to a monster.

“Maybe Ricky was right,” she thought. At the gangbang last Sunday, Ricky had warned her about Tommy.

She remembered what he told her…

“Doesn’t it bother you the way he talks to you?”

“He talks to you like you’re nothing.”

“You’ll see. It’s only going to get worse, sweetie. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She knew he was right. Part of her felt guilty for not listening to Ricky. How could she know he would be right? At the time that Ricky warned her, they weren’t even dating yet. She was blinded by her attraction to Tommy and was unable to heed Ricky’s warning.

The other part of Alicia felt excited about what had happened to her last night. It was the same feeling she felt when she had been gangbanged at her father’s bar last week. She felt something inside of her bursting out. Feelings and desires she never knew she had manifested themselves after Tommy dressed her down the other night.

She looked into the rearview mirror again and whispered, “I’m a whore.”

She grabbed the used condom out of her hair and held it front of her. Even though it had been used and discarded a while ago, it still looked slimy. She rolled her eyes and tossed it on the floorboard. She grabbed the door handle and opened it, exiting the car.

“Where is everyone?” she said quietly.

The garage was empty. All that remained were empty beer cans.

Alicia shivered and decided that she should look for her clothes. She looked around the room for them. Her t-shirt hung over the back of a chair. She put it on – not caring enough about finding her bra first.

Her nipples poked through the white fabric of the t-shirt. She rubbed her arms in a futile attempt to warm up.

She looked down and saw Tommy’s video camera and a note attached to it which read, “Watch me.”

Finding the rest of her clothes was now in the back of her mind. Her curiosity had taken over. She grabbed the camera and walked over to the entertainment center, plugged the camera in, and turned it on.

Then she hit the PLAY button.

She immediately noticed that this was footage taken from last night after Greg had fucked her. Remembering this brought back memories of how awful her ass felt afterward and how he spit in her face. Despite the pain and the humiliation – she enjoyed it. She actually asked him to spit on her. This was something that she had never had happen to her before, but she was too turned on to care.

On the dirty television screen, she watched Tommy and Mark talk with Ian and Rex who had just got there when Greg finished with her. She could see Greg in the background, fumbling with his clothes and leaving her alone with them.

Greg was the only person yesterday who had been respectful to her, but Tommy turned him into a monster too. He no longer cared for her well-being and was content leaving her with four men with no regard to what happens to her.

Alicia watched as Tommy brought the camera back over to her. When the camera was in her face, she could see the load that Greg had deposited and the spit that hit her in the eye.

“Ready for round two, you fucking whore?” Tommy taunted her.

She slowly nodded her head.

“Hey boys, check it out! She’s ready for some more!” he shouted.

Without any instruction, Ian, Rex, and Mark moved closer to her. She was still on her knees and wasn’t sure what was going to happen to her next.

“Alright guys, listen up before we get going,” Tommy said. “Alicia’s nothing more than a cheap slut. Use her however you want. Do anything you want with her. She’s my girlfriend, but more importantly – she’s my slave. şişli escort Fuck her, spank her, slap her, spit on her, pull her hair, cum on her face, call her names – everything is on the table, boys!”

Tommy’s friends cheered as they eyed Alicia’s vulnerable nude body like a piece of meat. In reality, that was all she was to them now – meat. To be used for nothing more than sex.

Even though she looked frightened – she was ready. Ready for everyone to pounce on her and use her body.

Ian was first. He had unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his legs as he licked his lips and stared at Alicia – with an unsettling grin.

“Sweet cheeks, I’ve heard Tommy talk about you. I thought he was full of shit ’til I saw that picture he sent me and Rex here of your sweet ass bent over that car. I can’t wait to tear you apart…”

She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted all four of them to fuck her, but Ian’s words were beginning to scare her. Alicia stood in front of Ian, trembling, waiting for his next move.

Ian grabbed her roughly around her waist and pulled her close to him. By this point, he had kicked his pants off, and stood in front of her wearing only a dirty white t-shirt. His rubbed his cock between Alicia’s legs, causing her let out a soft moan. He put his head down and grabbed one of her large, milky white breasts and stuck the nipple in his mouth.

He began to suck and paw at her tit like an animal. Alicia’s fears were subsiding and her body was beginning to enjoy the attention she was receiving. She threw head back and bit her bottom lip as Ian continued to chew on her breast.

“There ain’t a girl in this city with tits like hers Tommy,” Rex said.

“You got that right. I saw the pair on this one and knew I had to make her mine. There’s no way I’m letting her get away from me,” Tommy replied.

The two friends shared a laugh as Ian decided it was time to get what he came for. He grabbed Alicia and threw her on the musky old couch. She knew what was coming and braced herself for it – even making herself ready for him. She rested her arms against the back of the couch and stuck her ass out, opening her legs as far as she could.

Alicia looked behind her to see Ian approaching her, cock in hand.

“You want this bitch? You want Ian to fuck your little pussy?” Tommy spat.

She slowly nodded her head and meekly replied, “Yes.”

“Uhhh!” she grunted, slapping the hood of the car as Ian pushed himself inside of her.

“Yeah…this feels real nice,” Ian said, thrusting slowly into her pussy.

Ian was surprised at how it felt to be inside of Alicia. If what Tommy said was true, she had had a lot of mileage put on her pussy in the past week. He wasn’t sure if she would still be as tight as he hoped for.

He was also surprised at how wet she was. He didn’t need to lube her up before entering her. Alicia’s pussy was sopping wet from the teasing he had given her before fucking her.

While he fucked her, Tommy came around the side of the car and pointed his camera in her face. Her eyes met the lens of the camera.

“Baby, you know where this little movie of ours is going to go?” he asked.

She couldn’t shake her head “no”, because her face was pressed against the hood. It didn’t matter what she said, Tommy was about to tell her anyway.

“I’ve decided that sharing you with my friends isn’t good enough. I’m going to put this movie of you getting fucked by all four of us on the internet so the whole world can see what a slut you are,” he said, laughing at her.

“Yeah, bitch, that’s right, everybody is going to see me fuck your pussy raw,” Ian said. “From the beaners in Mexico to the Arabs in the Middle East to the Chinamen, Russians – even the folks in this city.”

Ian and Tommy’s words made her think. While Ian’s pace began to quicken, assaulting her pussy with hard, violent thrusts – she thought about what they had said. Earlier last week she was worried about people finding out about her secret sexual life. She scolded Tommy for taking nude photos of her when she undressed in front of him last Saturday. She had allowed the boys at the gangbang on Sunday to take photos and videos of her with their phones and share them with whoever they wanted. Her inhibitions seemed to disappear each day. She wondered if she had any left.

Her concentration was broken as she felt her long, raven black hair being pulled. Ian pulled it back as far as he could as she slammed into her.

“Oh! Ohhhh! Fuuuuck!” she shouted. “Y-Y-Yesssss!”

Tommy made sure to get her cries of ecstasy on film. Mark and Rex anxiously awaited their turn. They had taken their pants off and stroked their dicks slowly while watching Ian fuck Alicia.

With each thrust, the boys could hear Ian’s dick making a slushing noise inside Alicia.

“She is wet, ain’t she, Ian?” Rex asked, licking his lips.

“Fuck…yes she is! This bitch wants it! She wants four guys to run a train on her cunt. She’s getting…unnnghh…turned on by it. Getting bayan escort used by men is what this whore lives for….unnnghhh!” Ian replied.

“I don’t know how he’s doing it. I would have already busted inside her if it were my turn,” Rex laughed. “He’s lasting longer than I thought he would.”

Alicia was breathing heavy and panting. She felt like she had given up all of her inhibitions. She was surrendering her body to Tommy and whoever he saw fit. Her sweat picked up the dust on the couch and clung to her body. She looked filthy, but her appearance was of no concern to her.

Before she knew it, Ian smacked her on the ass and tagged in Rex.

“Alright, about time. You ready for this, bitch?” Rex teased.

Alicia looked behind her, biting her bottom lip, nodded her head and softly said, “Yes.”

Rex pressed himself inside of her pussy – moaning as he entered. Her soft, wet hole felt incredible around his stiff cock.

“Babe, how’s it feel to be filmed fucking my friends?” Tommy asked, pointing the lens directly at her face.

She knew that Tommy wanted to give her something good for the camera. As she was being fucked by Rex, she thought of what she might say. The look on her face told everyone in the room, including whoever watched this scene, that she was loving every second of it. She didn’t even need to respond verbally to Tommy’s question – but she wanted to.

“I….unngghh….I love it….I’m your whore, Tommy. I love fucking your friends….they can….use me…whenever they want. My pussy…belongs to you,” she cooed.

“That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, she’s mine. I own all of this. That cute, innocent face; those big, bouncy tits; that plump, juicy ass; and that pretty little pussy. It’s all mine and I tell her who to fuck and she does. Ain’t that right, babe?” Tommy asked.

“Uh huh…I’ll…fuck…whoever you want,” she answered.

“Let’s see,” Tommy began to think aloud. “Peter…me and the twelve other guys at the bar…Rolan…my ten friends…Uncle Otis…and now Rex and Ian – that’s twenty eight guys in one week. What…a fucking whore,” he laughed.

In between panting and moaning, Alicia looked up at Tommy and said, “Th-th-thirty.”

Tommy was confused. He didn’t know what to think of her correction. Had he got his math wrong? He went over the total in his head and realized there were still two names unaccounted for.

“Who are the other two guys you fucked? Tell me!” he demanded.

She knew Tommy might not like the answer, but she was willing to pay the price. She had given up her entire body and her freedom to Tommy – she didn’t care what happened to her.

“T-T-Two guys at…Bargain Mart,” she answered.

Rex slapped her ass, leaving a bright pink hand mark on her right cheek. He squeezed it as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her.

“Wait…you fucked two guys at Bargain Mart?”

“Y-Y-Yes….when you were inside…shopping…I let two of the stock boys fuck me…while I waited,” she replied.

Mark laughed, while Tommy stood in shock.

“Holy shit dude, she is the biggest slut I’ve ever seen. Susie Decker, look out!” Mark joked.

Tommy didn’t like Mark’s joke or Alicia’s answer.

“You only fuck who I tell you to fuck. Is that understood, bitch?” Tommy spat.

“Y-Yes, baby, I-I’m sorry,” she answered.

“I didn’t know she was this big of a slut, guys. This bitch was a shy little geek last week. Turning me down when I asked her out. Now look at her. She can’t get enough dick,” Tommy laughed.

“Fuck, Tom, her pussy is the best, but none of you are going to want it when I’m done with it,” Rex joked.

“Yeah, you’re like guy number thirty,” Mark said. “I’m still going to fuck her. Not gonna lie. She’s the dirtiest chick I’ve ever seen.”

“Let’s see how dirty she can get. Rex, you’re done man,” Tommy said. “I’m tagging you out. I’m going in. Hold the camera.”

Alicia looked behind her and saw Tommy approaching.

“Do you want me from behind?” she asked.

“Sit down, spread your legs,” he commanded.

Alicia turned around and did as Tommy instructed.

Tommy grabbed a bottle of lube off the entertainment center.

“What are you using that for?” Mark asked. “She’s probably already wet enough dude. Look at that hole. You’ll fit in. No problem.”

“I think you should be punished for fucking those stock boys. Don’t you think?”

“Y-Yes. I should be punished. Hurt me, Tommy,” Alicia responded.

Rex and Ian were beside themselves. They were shocked to hear her say that. It even surprised Alicia. She had never asked anyone to hurt her before.

Tommy squirted lube all over his right hand. Seeing this, Alicia’s eyes widened.

“W-What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

“I’m going to fist-fuck you, bitch. Hold your legs open!” he ordered.

Tommy kneeled down in front of Alicia, who bit her bottom lip. She was both afraid and excited about what was about to happen to her.

Tommy pushed two fingers istanbul escort inside of Alicia’s wet pussy. She took a deep breath and let out a soft moan. Mark, Ian, and Rex watched with morbid fascination. They moved toward them to get a closer look.

Alicia saw Ian and Rex on her left and Mark on her right. She had an audience to her degredation.

“Here it comes, slut,” Tommy spat.

He pushed four fingers inside this time. He moved them in and out with ease. Then he curled his hand and pressed it outside of her pussy. Alicia began breathing heavy as she prepared herself to take Tommy’s hand inside her.

After a quick push, Tommy’s hand was now completely inside of Alicia’s sopping wet snatch.

“Holy shit! He did it!” Mark cheered. “She’s getting fisted!”

Rex pointed the camera at Alicia’s pussy, which was now invaded by Tommy’s entire right hand. Alicia looked down and could barely believe it herself.

“Oh baby, I feel….so full…your hand feels so good inside me,” she cooed.

Tommy began to pump his fist back and forth. Alicia dug her nails into the couch cushions and braced herself. She could feel Tommy making fists and opening his hand, letting his fingers touch her inner walls.

“Ohhh fuck!” she cried. “Fist me! Jam your fist inside my pussy!”

“You like that, you fucking whore?”

“She’s digging it, man!” Mark laughed. He walked over and slapped Alicia’s right tit. The smack caused her to squeal. “You’re going to wreck her cunt doing that.”

“I don’t care. She’s mine. I can do whatever I want with her,” Tommy replied. “Isn’t that right?”

“YES! YES! OH YES! I’m yours. I’m your whore, baby. You…can do whatever you want with me. You can hurt me whenever you want. I’ll fuck anybody you want me to! Use me! OH FUCK!” she cried.

“I can hurt you anytime I want? I can come up behind you, while you’re in the kitchen, throw you against the counter and fuck you?”

“OH MY GOD YES! Please!”

“I can put you on the counter and slam my fist inside your pussy?”

“You can fist me…all the time…if you want! Stretch me out! I’m serious baby, do whatever you want to me!”

Tommy pulled his fist out, which was soaked in a combination of lube and Alicia’s pussy juice.

“I’m really stretching her out,” Tommy laughed. “I better stop for now or none of us are going to be able to fuck her. Her cunt’s going to be too big.”

“I have to say, I didn’t think she’d be into it this much. Looks I don’t have to force her to do anything. She’s going to do whatever I tell you to, isn’t that right?” Tommy asked.

Before she could answer, Tommy slapped her across the face.

Alicia bit her bottom lip again and nodded her head – grinning.

“Who’s next?” she coored. “I want you guys to fuck me until I pass out.”

Tommy pulled his cock out and pointed it in front of Alicia’s pussy.

As he pressed himself inside, Mark pulled Ian away from the show.

“Hey, I got an idea,” Mark said.

“What’s that?”

“Tommy’s fisting her gave me an idea,” Mark replied, grabbing a few pool balls off a table.

“No way, dude! Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do?”

“Fucking right, I am. I’m going to see if she can put a few of these inside her.”

“I love it! I can’t wait to see that!”

Tommy fucked Alicia faster and faster. He watched as her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust. He reached over and began smacking her tits.

“OHH YES! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me harder!”

Before she could get her wish, Tommy pulled out. Alicia looked up at him – disappointed. She wanted more and Tommy wouldn’t give it to her.

“I’m done fucking her cunt. Mark, you want in?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah man, but I’m going to try something,” Mark replied. “Watch this.”

Mark walked over toward Alicia. Still seated on the dirty couch, she was a filthy mess. She had dirt all over her from being fucked on the old car. Sweat was pouring down her face and all over her body. Out of breath and dying to cum, she looked up at Mark to see what he had in store for her.

He put one of the pool balls in his right hand and knelt in front of her. Alicia was confused. “Is he really going to put that inside me?” she asked herself. She looked at Tommy, who had a sadistic grin on his face.

Mark pushed the first ball into her pussy with little resistance. Alicia was surprised that it’s entry hadn’t hurt her. A combination of arousal and the stretching she received from Tommy’s fist made it a simple task for Mark.

The second ball pushed the first further into her pussy. This ball slipped in and joined the other. The feeling of having the two pool balls in her cunt excited her. She felt completely degraded and was loving every minute of it. She had given control of her body, and possibly her life, to Tommy – who she had only been dating less than a week. A man she was repulsed by before last Friday.

“Check it out guys,” Mark laughed. He pulled her pussy open to give the guys a closer look at the pool balls.

Tommy, Ian, and Rex could see the second ball peeking out through her folds.

“Hand me my phone. I’m going to get a picture,” Mark said.

Ian gave Mark his phone. Mark pointed it at Alicia’s snatch, but moved back to make sure he got her face in the shot.

I went to the park one summer day wearing a denim miniskirt with no panties, and a thin white tank top stretched across my braless C-cups. I took the side way into the park, through the small village graveyard, and intersected the path which led to a tributary off the nearby creek. The path seemed to abruptly end at the brook, but having jumped its waters and sojourned onward once, I knew that about a mile into the forest was a soil BMX pit where muscular dudes smeared with caked mud flew their rugged bikes into impressive arcs and flips. I had kept walking that day, watching them from a distance until I came upon a meadow that shouldered up to the creek. Though I saw houses in the distance, I slipped out of my silk camisole and cutoffs and lay, naked, in the grass letting the sun warm my exposed flesh. When I had crossed back to the park that day they had been gone.

I was counting on them being there today. I needed some male attention.

I leapt across the stream and started my journey towards the BMX pit. When I sensed I heard shouts in the distance, I rummaged for my phone and turned on the video recorder, slipping it carefully back into the pouch on my crossbody tote. Finally, their lithe bodies came gleaming maslak escort into my view, thick-haired young boys, early twenties, awash with testosterone and sport. As I neared them I did not hide my lascivious gaze, letting my vision sweep their bodies: firm pectorals, veiny biceps, taut stomachs, bulging packages in their shiny shorts.

I wasted no time. I sat down at the edge of the pit and fished a cigarette from my bag. As I inhaled the creamy smoke, I opened my legs to expose my engorged clitoris, my slick, smooth pussy lips puckered and pink, primed for an eager cock. One of the guys noticed, stopped his bike and stared. I held the cigarette between my painted lips, used both hands to pull my tank top down, down, until my breasts sprang up from their captivity and bounced into place. The other two guys stopped their bikes and stared, as the first biker began to walk towards me. I held his gaze, took my left breast into my hand and eased my nipple up to my mouth, tasted my ample areola, like a sweet copper penny on my tongue.

I smoked as they gathered, massaging their crotches and glancing at one another uncertainly before training their eyes back on my rack, between my spread kayaşehir escort legs. I got hotter and wetter as they began to caress my waiting breasts, run their unsure hands up and down my legs, extend cautious fingers into my slippery vagina. I felt three sets of fingers in me at once, teeth on my left nipple. And then one guy, the blonde, was kissing me roughly, his erection in his hand. His buddy, the black-haired one, swirled his fingers inside me and then slipped them around to my ass, fingering. The redhead exposed his hard cock and put my hand on it. He was uncut, and I massaged his foreskin back and forth along his shaft. He leapt up beside me and forced me back against the ground, placing one knee on either side of my face. He guided his throbbing cock into my mouth and lay over me, thrusting hard against the back of my throat.

The black-haired guy eased me over onto my side and the redhead readjusted me so that I was up on one elbow, taking his cock down my throat. The black-haired guy penetrated my ass with his spit-shined cock, stretching my asshole as he prodded with all his girth. The blonde, meanwhile, pulled me closer to the edge of the pit and thrust his cock, wet with pre-cum, ataköy escort bayan into my salivating pussy. All three holes were filled to the brim with cock, every nook and cranny being interrogated by dick. The redhead was the first to come, after I sucked his foreskin to the end of his dick, and then pulled it slowly out from between my lips and teased his head rapidly. His hot cum spurted down my throat, so thick and ample I almost choked. He pressed into my mouth, his cock sliding down my throat, my lips at the base of his penis. The black-haired one came next, exploding into my ass, his dick jerking like a wild iron rod as he came.

I felt his cum oozing onto the soil when he pulled out. He withdrew his phone from his pocket and took a snapshot of his semen dripping out of my ass, with his sated penis in the bottom of the frame. The redhead took notice and withdrew his phone, lay his twitching penis across my mouth and snapped a photo as I stared up at the camera, doe-eyed. The blonde, still pounding my pussy, gave a moan, and drilled me harder. I reached down and massaged my clitoris, the pleasure building and building until I came hard against his throbbing cock, and I was still quivering when he pulled out and exploded all over my tits. He, too, extracted a phone from his pocket, only he held open my pussy lips to photograph the gaping vagina he had left in his wake.

I dressed quickly, still high, and began my journey back, leaving them to their games, momentarily fulfilled and content.

I first discovered my wife Anna had been unfaithful to me two years after we married. We had married young, both 25, and I guess I should not have been too surprised. Anna, is a stunning looking woman – blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect hour glass figure – and she has a voracious sexual appetite, which until I caught her I thought I satisfied. I had gone to work that day as normal and Anna said she would be working from home. An hour into the day and I suddenly came over sick and eventually decided I would go home to try and shake it off. I never phoned to let Anna know and when I arrived home, I let myself in to find no sign of her but a loud moaning coming from upstairs. I could barely believe my eyes when I traced the moaning to our bedroom and entered to find my pretty young wife rutting with our coloured, college drop-out gardener, Claude.

There was a fearful scene, and threats were made and recanted and apologies and tears flowed. But the truth was I didn’t know what to do. Yes, she had cheated on me but she pleaded that it was a one off and she had just been overtaken by lust she couldn’t control. She promised it would never happen again and that if I could forgive her she would do anything I asked. I think she knew where she was going with that claim. We were both pretty kinky and I had wanted to try anal sex with her since we had started seriously dating but she was dead against it. Besides where would I find a prettier wife? So I agreed to forgive and forget and in return a couple of weeks later when the anger and recrimination had subsided I found myself finally being able to fuck my wife’s virgin asshole.

Of course she ended up loving it and it became a staple part of our sex life after that. Life slowly returned to where it was before and I slowly started trusting Anna again. Then fully two years since I found her fucking the gardener I began to suspect her of cheating on me again. There were signs, hushed phonecalls from strange or withheld numbers, late nights at work, and other things. So this time I got a private detective to check and within a week he had all the evidence I needed. Pictures, film and recording of her infidelity with a work colleague. The only consolation to me was that they showed she seemed only interested in the physical, sexual side of things with him. I had to face the fact that my wife was a nymphomaniac that I could not satisfy.

I confronted her with this new evidence and she didn’t deny it, agreeing she sometimes could not control her urges and she finished by asking if there was anything she could do to make it up to me. I nearly said no and kicked her out but again my own urges took over and I thought with my cock rather than my head. A woman in the office I worked had come onto me earlier that year. I had knocked her back, telling her I was happily married. Undeterred she had offered a threesome and I had to admit I was tempted to speak to Anna about it. But Anna had always been much into men and consistently made remarks disparaging about being with another woman. So again I was weak when faced with my wife’s infidelity, and told her I wouldn’t separate from her if she agreed to see someone about her urges and agreed to a one off session with me and Sally. She agreed and a week later I spent a Saturday pleasuring two beautiful blondes. We did everything imaginable, in every orifice, with every object and limb imaginable. And I guess, to nobody’s surprise Anna was more turned on by it than ever. As I knelt on the bed, my cock deep in Sally’s moist mouth while Anna thrust her tongue in and out of my anus I began to think my wife was unmatchable for sex.

Given that history it was no real surprise to me when I discovered Anna was screwing around again last week (a mere three months after her second affair). What was surprising was who it was with; she was sleeping with her brother-in-law, Mike, who was married to her sister Carol. Again I got the private detective to gather evidence and this time I knew I would have to take more extreme measures.

They had been meeting in a hotel on the far side of town and after much arranging I waited outside for first Mike to exit the hotel and then, fifteen minutes later, Anna departed through the front door. I drew up to her on the sidewalk and she could see immediately that I knew. I told her to get in and wasted little time in showing her incriminating photographs and letting her know how let down and disgusted avcılar escort I was by her.

She made some half hearted apologies but I could see in her eyes that she didn’t really care about being caught by me. She thought I’d just let her off after some more sexual forfeit (which it was apparent she was enjoying). But t was also apparent that the thought of Carol discovering what she had been up to with her husband genuinely frightened and worried her and she pleaded that I not tell her dirty secret. As she pleaded and apologised and promised to do ‘anything’ to make it up to me her hand snaked over my thigh and began to rub at my cock through my trousers, the usual gleam taking over in her clear, blue eyes. I drove on for a minute as she fondled me until I drew in to a small alleyway and edged down it.

Anna looked around, concerned that we had taken this route in an area of town that was not the nicest.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Well Anna, it seems to me that every time you cheat on me you end up enjoying it more than you let on. You say you love me and that you’ll prove that, well we’ll see.”

I stopped the car and as Anna questioned me further I ignored her and stared past her and out the passenger window of the car. Eventually, she cottoned on and broke off and turned to look as well. All we could see were a run down, abandoned warehouse. Five vagrants lay outside it in clumps of rubbish and cardboard and bottles. They looked liked stereotypical tramps, wearing long messy overcoats, their hair unkempt and ragged, fingerless gloves on their hands.

Anna looked at me “What? What is it you want here?”

“Well darling wife, it seems to me you stray far too easily. It also seems to me that I’ve been too lenient in your ‘forfeits’ up to now. Almost like you want them and get off on them more than I do. Well I’m sick of your adultery, if you want to remain my wife and if you want me to keep quiet and not tell your family what you and Mike have been up to your going to have to do something slightly less pleasant (though knowing her maybe not, who knew the depths of her depravity in lust). What you are going to have to do is get out of the car, strip naked, pass me your clothes and walk over to those hobos and tell them that you are giving yourself to them for the rest of the afternoon to do with as they like.”

Her eyes widened as I told her my demands and she shook her head as I continued.

“You’ll obey everything they tell you to do until they decide to stop. If you can do that then I’ll take you back and I won’t pass these on (showing the photos to her again). It’s your choice honey. What’s it gonna be?”

She pleaded for a minute but soon realised I was deadly serious and with a glint in her eye she said “OK” and got out of the car. I knew that glint, maybe she was repulsed by what I was blackmailing her to do but she was also turned on by it as well. I knew she would be, I was beginning to realise Anna was not just a nymphomaniac but a pervert as well.

She was wearing a smart cream, business suit, with a matching skirt that stopped just above her stocking clad legs. Her high heels clicked on the deserted pavement as she exited the car and paced alongside the car, obviously working up the courage to begin stripping. The tramps had noticed her getting out of the car and were watching her with interest. She looked at me again but got merely a nod to get on with it in return, to which she responded by shrugging off her jacket. She handed it to me and next to come off was her skirt and heels , leaving her standing there in just her blouse, stockings and underwear. She hesitated again then began to unbutton the blouse. By now the tramps were more than interested in what was going on and were craning for a better view and hollering out encouragement. Then Anna peeled off her blouse and flung it through the car window and I saw that she hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties for her rendezvous with her brother-in-law and she stood there, looking slightly embarrassed at this revelation as I and the tramps scrutinised her. What a slut my wife was!

“And the stockings Anna, let them see the lot” I instructed, and she peeled them off as well.

“Isn’t there any other way?” she pleaded with me.

“No.”

With that she turned and I had a perfect view of her peach of an ass heading over toward halkalı escort the vagrants as they yelled to her, her blonde hair coming down her back.

“Yeah missy, shake those titties” shouted one of the tramps while another wolf-whistled at her.

She walked up to them and I clearly heard her address all of the men as they lay in their squalor and filth.

“Erm.. Hi, I am Anna and I will do whatever you want me to do” after saying this she stood before them naked as the day she was born waiting for a reaction.

There was a silence for a second that was broken when the oldest, fattest and roughest of the vagrants shouted gruffly “Well hell bitch, you better get down here and suck my cock, it ain’t seen nothing like you for a long while.”

Anna looked at the tramp in disgust then made one last look towards me in the car, I merely smiled back at her and watched as she wetted her lips and sunk to her knees before him. He was a big man, surprisingly overweight for a vagrant, he wore old and ripped grey trousers and a faded brown overcoat and had a bushy beard which sometimes parted to reveal a mouth missing many of its teeth. It was open and smiling now as my beautiful wife crawled up to him barely able to bring herself to look at him. He was half lying/half sitting on a pile of boxes and made himself busy in untying the string that seemingly held his trousers up. The other tramps looked on amazed and were no doubt kicking themselves they hadn’t spoken up first but this guy seemed to be the unofficial leader of them, besides, I thought, you’ll all get your fill of the cheating bitch.

After some fumbling the string came loose in his hands and he pushed them down and a semi-erect cock jumped up. It looked, from where I sat twenty feet away to be pretty sizeable. It also looked to be extremely hairy and dirty and I guessed from the way Anna recoiled with a look of revulsion on her face it smelled pretty bad. ‘Good’ I thought, eager to see if Anna was as sorry and kinky as I thought she was.

“Come on missy, suck it, get it nice and hard for me sticking it in your cunt” he had a harsh demanding voice that I knew would annoy Anna and enjoyed watching her kneel there, ready to take the plunge.

I watched Anna’s head dip down and saw his thick member disappear into her bright red lips. I watched as the vagrant reached down, placed his big hands on the back of her head and pulled her mouth further onto his cock, a big grin evident on his face. I knew how that would annoy her, she always liked being in control and here she was getting it whichever way this street gang wanted. His greasy hands dug into her beautiful blonde hair and pushed her mouth further onto his dick.

By now the other tramps were getting over their initial wariness and I could see one move behind my wife and begin to let his fingers roam all over her exposed backside and eventually they started to probe her holes, gaining an immediate reaction from my wife as she writhed at their touch and penetration. The other two were getting their cocks out in readiness of being serviced by this hot nymphomaniac slut. They cut a very grubby bunch, their torn clothes, and their unkempt appearance.

Although I pretty much knew that Anna’s body would be lapping this up I hoped that what she was doing would be lodging in her mind as an embarrassment and humiliation. But who knew? She was already reacting like she wanted more tramp dick inside her.

The tramp who was roughly mouth-fucking Anna had now changed his grip of her head so that his right hand was wound around, and pulling at her blonde hair, forcibly pistoning her mouth onto his penis. He provided all the momentum, treating her pretty much like a sex doll. Each thrust was pushing his dick further down her throat until only his hairy balls were visible and Anna’s head looked to be glued to his groin. I saw that he had kept one hand on her head and moved the other to around her throat and was gagging her with his big dick. Suddenly he released his grip and she came loose coughing and spluttering and gasping for breathe. She hardly got a chance to get it though as her quickly rammed his filthy cock back down her throat and resumed fucking it.

“Goddamn! This cunt’s soaking wet” announced one of the other tramps busy fingering her.

“Well fuck her then, you heard her, she want’s it” shouted the leader as beylikdüzü escort he mouth fucked my unfaithful wife.

At that the last vestiges of shyness left the others and one slid under my wife and slotted his penis into her cunt while a third pulled her ass cheeks apart and with no lubrication jammed his cock into her arsehole. I honestly wondered who was getting off more: my slut of a wife or the tramps as they established a punishing rhythm of fucking her three holes airtight.

So in amongst the slum surroundings of a filthy back alleyway I watched my wife take three tramps in her holes and more waited for their shot at her. The two in her ass and pussy seemed to come at the same time and I watched their shapes contract in ecstasy as the came inside her . Two others replaced them but the leader kept on fucking and gagging Anna relentlessly until finally he pulled his big dick from her gasping mouth and sprayed a spectacular load of white cum all over her face so that it ran down her beautiful face in five or six hot lines, dripping to the dirty ground below.

As Anna knelt there gasping to catch her breath and two tramps fucked her the leader tramp dropped his trousers to his ankles before her and turned over to face the boxes he had been sitting on. He presented his great big, fat, hairy, dirty arsehole to my wife and I clearly heard him order her to “Lick it clean you filthy slut.”

Was there reluctance in her eyes? Did she shake her head in resignation? I was too far to tell for sure but then I caught her head nod pathetically and heard a cackle from him as she knelt there. She really didn’t have much choice. She was neatly impaled on two meaty tramp cocks and the other two tramps took glee in shoving her pretty face forward into the leaders arsehole until her nose was well inside his two arse cheeks.

“Lick it whore, lick it clean. That’s it, now get your tongue inside my sphincter , yes!!!!!!!”

Words that brought a smile to my face. A smile that only grew as it became evident that my pretty wife was doing exactly as instructed, she was giving this filthy vagrant a deep rim job! The tramp fucking her arse kept up a hard and fast pace that bounced her face deeper and deeper into the leader’s arse and he encouraged her with the coarsest language imaginable.

“That’s it you filthy, rich gutter trawling slut, lick my shit, lick it. Yes! That’s it get that little tongue of yours as deep as you can.”

It must have seemed an eternity that Anna spent down there to her but in reality it was just ten minutes. However, for some reason all the other tramps wanted the same and Anna spent the best part of the next hour with her face, nose and tongue deeply buried in various tramps arseholes, while being constantly fucked in her pussy and arse. And do you know what? By the end of that time I could tell that Anna was enjoying herself , her nymphomaniac body controlling her. It all came to a finish when the last arse was licked and they told her to kneel as the five tramps still there circled her, each one’s trousers off or around their ankles.

Anna certainly wasn’t expecting what came next as they all began to piss on her! She tried to dodge it but surrounded by them there was no escape and it cascaded onto her face and body in a constant flow. She looked over at me and I gave her a nod and was delighted to see her drop her head in acceptance that this is what she would have to do to buy me off. She raised her face and opened her mouth and allowed them to do this as she fondled her breasts.

They seemed to last for ages and by the time the last had finished and pulled up his trousers and shuffled off Anna lay in a large puddle of acrid smelling piss, her body shiny and her hair drenched. She watched the last leave and called falteringly over to me.

“Is that it? Have you seen enough yet?” her voice bitter at her treatment and at the knowledge that she had got off on it.

“OK. Crawl over here and we’ll finish this.”

Finish it I did as Anna knelt at my feet smelling disgusting and the piss that coated her dripping to the pavement. I finished it by having Alex, my private detective emerge from the nearby derelict building with a state of the art video camera that he had filmed Anna with from the moment when she had propositioned the tramps. I finished it by telling her that I wanted an immediate divorce with everything we owned going to me otherwise the evidence of her affair with her brother in law would be used as would the film of her with the tramps ( her daddy would be so proud of his little angel). I finished it by spitting in her face and leaving her there naked on the pavement with the comment that if I ever set eyes on her again I would let the whole world know how low she really was.

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I was walking through the streets of the little Central American town, headed to one of its many markets. Founded by the Spanish over 500 years ago, it’s nestled in a ring of mostly-dormant volcanoes. You can still see the occasional plume of steam and smoke escaping the crest of one or the other of them.

I stepped across the median of the bustling street, cars, motorcycles, buses, mopeds, and other pedestrians crowding together on all sides. The main market was ahead of me, and I looked forward to wanderings its confines. I was washed in a sea of sights, sounds, and smells. There were seemingly endless rows of stalls, hawking endless varieties of goods. Here, (probably) illegally copied movies and CD’s, over there, soccer jerseys, down the way, a variety of shoes, and across from that, used parts for cars and motorcycles. There were people of all descriptions — black, white, red. This is a favorite destination of European visitors, and I can see — and hear — Germans, Brits, French, as well as other nationalities I didn’t readily recognize. There are those of Spanish descent, or Castilianos, as they are known, as well as the darker skinned mestisos, and still-darker native descendants. All in a hodge-podge of colors, textiles, and textures. I smelled chicken grilling in an open-air cookshop, ripe fruit hanging at every turn, diesel and oil fumes, sweet perfumes, roasting coffee grown on the adjoining volcanic hillsides, the pungent odor of unwashed humanity. It was a paradise of old and new — forgotten and yet undiscovered. And did I mention some of the most beautiful women anywhere? THAT was just an added bonus to my travels.

It was Friday, my first day in this town, and toward late afternoon, I begun noticing even more people on the streets and sidewalks, if that were possible. People were getting out of work, and I also noticed a peculiar addition to the burgeoning population of pedestrians. There began to be uniforms everywhere — specifically, girls in uniforms everywhere. Were they schoolgirls? I didn’t think so…they appeared to be in their late teens and early twenties. I was intrigued, and definitely titillated. The majority of the uniforms were a combination of short plaid skirts in the school’s colors, a dark blazer over a white blouse, and to top it off, knee high stockings and heels. Almost invariably, heels. ‘N-i-i-i-i-c-e,’ I thought to myself.

I continued to shop for a while, enjoying the sights and sounds, but then decided to head over toward the Parque Central, the town’s huge public square. The area was over 100 yards on each side, and in the center a gigantic fountain and attendant sculptures spouting water. I stood near the fountain, turning in a slow circle to take it all in. Along one side was a long arcade, people crowding in a long queue to put their paychecks in the bank. I was told this was an every-Friday occurrence. Along another side was a massive palace-like structure, complete with stone pillars, loads of sculpture and ornamentation, and armed guards along its facade. Opposite this was a string of small shops, restaurants, cafe tables, and bars. But what struck me most was the people. It was a people-watching paradise.

I decided to take a seat on one of the many benches, at the opposite end from an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties or early sixties. He smiled at me genially and nodded. After a while of drinking in the sights, I decided to strike up a conversation with my neighbor. He introduced himself as Francisco. He said he like to come here in the afternoons while his wife shopped in the markets. The two of us sat and watched, as children played in the fountain, or chased each other playing tag. There were people of all ages; mothers walking with their children, homeless begging for spare change, others returning home from work, or most people, like me, just enjoying the fading light of evening.

“Francisco, what is the reason for the uniforms the girls all wear?” I asked my new friend.

“These are girls from the secretarial and business schools,” he replied. “Beautiful, si?”

“Si,” I nodded emphatically.

As we continued to watch, a pair of these girls approached from our right, on one of the pathways traversing the park. One was tall, approaching six feet, with long, slender legs, and the lighter hair characteristic of the Castilianos. Over her shoulder, she had slung a bright pink Hello Kitty backpack. She had a natural beauty, and appeared only to wear a little eye makeup and lipstick. Her companion, dressed identically, was maybe a foot shorter, slightly darker complexion, and noticeably stockier, although still very attractive. She appeared more thick-waisted, with more athletic, muscular legs than her tall friend. All in all, a very sexy pair. I received nothing more than a quick glance from both girls as bahçeşehir escort they made their way in front of us, and off to our left.

About 10 minutes later, as Francisco and I were talking about the history of the town, the same two girls — I saw the backpack — walked toward us again. This time, they eyeballed me a little longer, so I nodded. At this, the two girls leaned in to each other giggling as they walked past. Francisco rattled off something unintelligible to the pair, and the tall one glanced over her shoulder, sticking out her tongue at Francisco, and then gave him the sweetest, most devilish grin I’ve ever seen as they continued on away from us.

“My Spanish is not bad, but I didn’t understand what you said to her.” He had spoken rapidly, in a kind of slang.

“I told the girls to come back and enjoy the company of my friend,” he said. At this, I blushed, and told him I appreciated him looking out for me. “It is still early — there is still hope for you, my friend. Well, it is 6:00, and I must go and find my wife. Enjoy the rest of your time here,” Francisco told me as he stood up to go. I rose and shook his hand, and we said our goodbyes.

I wandered the square somewhat aimlessly, coming to the idea of enjoying a beer at one of the cafes. Just as I started to head toward one called La Abondanza, I heard a voice from behind me.

“Buenos tardes,” said a sweet voice. I thought maybe it was one of the many people wandering the square, selling jewelry or weavings to tourists. To my surprise, as I turned around, I saw the two girls Francisco had tried to entice earlier. I stopped in my tracks, trying to believe whether my look could really be this good.

“Buenos tardes,” I returned in my best Spanish. “Me llamo Estefan. Mucho gusto.”

The two introduced themselves as Esperanza (the taller one), and Mariadela (the shorter one). After a minute or so of agonizing awkwardness in all parties involved, I suggested getting a few beers at the cafe where I had been headed. The girls said they knew a better one, where it would be a little less crowded. I agreed, and we set off across the park. At first, I decided I needed to keep on my guard. Not knowing the area, I didn’t want to be taken in by a possible scam or get set up to be mugged by an acquaintance of the girls. Luckily, we didn’t walk very far, and ducked into the coolness of a small restaurant on one of the side streets just off the square. I relaxed a little, feeling like I didn’t have to worry as much now. I still wouldn’t drink too much, just in case.

We three sat at a tiny table in a back corner of the establishment, the two girls flanking me on either side. As I asked the two what they wanted to drink, they each flashed me the sweetest smiles. I was hoping it was going to be a good night. We ordered three beers, which the little elderly waitress brought back momentarily.

After an hour or so of questions about each other’s lives, boyfriends, girlfriends, or luckily the lack thereof, how I was enjoying my touring, and just general harmless chit-chat, the two got up to go to the bathroom. When they returned, Mariadela asked me how long I would be in town. I told them I was to leave tomorrow afternoon, and they both said that was too bad, that they would like to have shown me around. For a moment, the girls put their heads together and then returned their attention to me. In a flurry of Spanish, Esperanza spoke to the woman behind the counter, and in five minutes’ time, two bags of food and two bottles of wine arrived at our table. At first I was uncomprehending, but when Mariadela stood up and took my hand, I realized we were getting our dinner to go. Better and better.

It was only a short walk up the street to the girls’ apartment. Since it was still early, there were plenty of people on the streets. We passed the bolted doors of shops that had closed up for the night, and now there were the sounds of the night in a bustling town. People out enjoying themselves, lively music coming from a number of restaurants and clubs. The cobblestone street was a narrow affair, tiny sidewalks on each side, the ironwork grilles of windows punctuating the walls of the buildings we passed. It was a decidedly picturesque place. I was definitely coming back to visit again.

We arrived at an oaken door studded with brass nails. The house’s walls, right at the edge of the sidewalk, were a coral-colored plaster, and a window grille looked out on the entrance. Mariadela took out her keys and unlocked the entry door, while Esperanza ushered me inside. It took my eyes some time to adjust to the dim light of the single lamp that sat on a small table in the corner. The apartment was cozy, a tiny little living space with whitewashed walls that was virtually stuffed with two oversized sofas and a low coffee table. The few antique photos and prints hanging on the walls gave the place a definite Old World levent escort feel.

I dumped the two bags of food onto the coffee table and sat on a sofa, while Esperanza put on some music. I recognized the same type of dance music that I had heard coming from one of the clubs we had passed earlier. After this, Esperanza came over to where I sat and kicked off her shoes. In a moment of cruel teasing, she put her left foot on the sofa and slowly, ever so slowly, unrolled her white stocking to take it off. Without even trying, I got a glimpse of silky white panties beneath her dark skirt. She caught me looking and flashed me a wicked grin. She then switched feet and repeated the entire agonizing process right in front of me.

Taking her cue from the taller girl, Mariadela did a mock strip-tease, spinning and undulating in time to the music as she removed her blazer. She looked deep into my eyes and began unbuttoning the top of her blouse. First, one, then another, then another button…and stopped. I realized then what a tantalizing display of cleavage she was putting on. The tops of her lacy black bra cups just peeked over the edges of her partially opened shirt.

Now that both girls were comfortable, they flopped down onto the floor, heedless of their short skirts, and started digging through the food to pass it around. I slid off the couch and deposited myself on the floor between the two of them. I realized I hadn’t eaten for hours, and the food was delicious. A semi-spicy mixture of meats and tortillas, tamales, and good red wine. Bookended by the two beautiful sirens, I was in heaven!

We all laughed as the two told me stories about things that happened at their school, or some of their adventures on weekends when they weren’t in school. Everyone was having a good time, loosened up from the wine, but not to the point of drunkenness. At one point, Mariadela jumped up and yelled, “I love this song!” She began undulating to the music, her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of moving in rhythm. Esperanza stood up to join her, and I got a “floor’s-eye view” of the two friends locked in a steamy embrace, each holding the other close, arms encircling waists. Occasionally there was a kiss on the lips, or a stroked cheek. It was obvious the girls adored each other. As the music heated up further, Mariadela moved one of her thighs so it was between the legs of Esperanza and they danced in a style similar to Meringue. Their sexy hips gyrated back and forth as they continued to hold each other tight. I felt myself getting incredibly turned on by this candid display of intimacy. The two kissed again, and I saw one of Mariadela’s hands slip between the two of their bodies, rubbing the both of them from the outside. Esperanza let out a gasp as she enjoyed the feel of her friend’s hand on her clothed pussy. In a frenzy, the two kissed eagerly one last time, and then collapsed on the floor next to me in a tangle of legs, laughing and exhausted from the dancing.

We talked for what seemed like hours — I couldn’t remembering having so much fun in a long time. It was somewhat of a surprise when Mariadela asked me what hotel I was staying at. I told her the San Lucas. As if on command, Esperanza stood up, saying it was getting late, and it was probably time to go to bed. The statement hit me like a ton of bricks, and I went instantly from being on top of the world, to being absolutely depressed. I was NOT looking forward to returning to my tiny hotel room alone to jerk myself off. Been there, done that. I stood up slowly, starting to say my good-byes to the two girls, when Mariadela giggled and said something in rapid-fire Spanish to Esperanza.

“Silly man! I meant you are to come to bed with us!” Esperanza told me, laughing. Holy shit! I couldn’t believe my luck.

Mariadela grabbed my hand and led me down a short hallway to a small room with a huge antique-looking bed at one wall. The headboard was ornately carved wood, dark with age, and must have been at least 8 feet wide. As I looked around the room, she explained that they shared a bed, since they needed to save money, and a one-bedroom apartment is much cheaper. From behind me, Esperanza chimed in that over time they had become lovers, and that they shared virtually everything. I think my cock stood at full attention at this last thought. As I stood contemplating this, the tall beauty spun me toward her and leaned in for a kiss.

The two of them lighted a series of oil lamps — it’s cheaper than electricity, one of them explained, and the room was thrown into a warm, golden glow. As Esperanza went back down the hall to turn out the living room light, Mariadela reached down and pulled the hem of my shirt over my head. She purred in delight as her soft hands caressed my chest and shoulders. I heard the music grow louder as Esperanza carried one of the speakers into the hallway. A second later, I felt her behind me, her breath on my eyüp escort skin as she planted tiny whispers of kisses on my back. Her strong, supple arms encircled my waist, and I felt her fingers working to undo the button of my pants. Mariadela leaned closer to give her a hand, and soon my pants and underwear slid to the floor. I continued kissing first one girl, then the other. After a while I told the girls I had really enjoyed watching them kiss each other earlier.

“Anything you wish,” said Mariadela. And with that, she wrapped her hand in Esperanza’s thick mane of dirty blonde hair, pulling her head down for a long, slow kiss. They were locked in a sensual embrace, lips pressed together, mouths open, tongues intertwined. Hands roved each other’s bodies, exploring, teasing. Esperanza leaned down even further as she continued to kiss her lover, running a hand up under Mariadela’s skirt, and stroking her sopping pussy. Mariadela’s breath hissed inward, and she exhaled a sigh of delight. Esperanza pulled the shorter girl’s panties to the side, running a finger up an down the wet slit. Mariadela spread her legs wider as she stood soaking her friend’s finger. Another gasp of pleasure issued from her mouth as first one, and then a second finger, disappeared deep inside the girl’s aching pussy. Esperanza was fingering her good now.

At last releasing her hold on Mariadela, Esperanza brought her hands up to the front of her friend’s blouse, undoing the remaining buttons. The garment slid off her shoulders. Next came the skirt and panties. Soon I was taking in the gorgeous sight of Mariadela’s body. She was thick hipped, lovely athletic thighs (she had told me she was a soccer player) met just below a pussy with one small tuft of dark hair, and a pair of grapefruit-sized breasts sat high on her chest. Luscious, huge nipples shone proud. I moved to take one into my mouth, and felt her hand wrap around my now-rigid cock. As I ministered to the shorter girl’s breasts, Esperanza finished undressing herself, and joined me in pleasuring her.

Esperanza knelt down between the two of us, first licking her roommate’s pussy, then taking the head of my cock in her mouth. Mariadela’s head was thrown back, a constant stream of moans and obscenities streaming from somewhere deep inside her, as her lover continued to stimulate every inch of her dripping cunt with tongue and fingers. I kissed from her ear, to her exposed throat, down to the tops of her breasts, using my tongue to circle her diamond-hard nipples. Esperanza’s tongue was working magic on my cock, swiping up and down the shaft, flitting underneath to my balls, and then playing with the head. Before long, she stood up and pushed me toward the bed, where I fell onto the edge and slid myself up toward the head.

“I want to ride that pretty cock,” Esperanza practically growled. With that, she moved up to straddle me, teasing my cock mercilessly. She knelt on one knee, with the sweet mouth of her pussy just millimeters away from sucking me into her. There was that ever-present wicked grin — she knew damned well how to drive me insane. Her hips lowered a fraction, so that just the tip of my cock pushed her outer pussy lips aside. I tried to move my hips up in response, but she had apparently anticipated my move; shaking her head teasingly, she moved back up, so I was left high and dry. She grabbed both my hands, putting them on her luscious, small breasts, and this time, sank ever so slowly down onto the shaft of my cock in one long, deliciously slow movement. She was now impaled down to the balls on me. A long, low moan of satisfaction was all she could let out. As she adjusted to her pussy being filled up, she leaned forward to kiss me deeply, and I circled my arms around her, holding her tight to me. I didn’t want her to get away to tease me again.

Now that she had perfect access, Mariadela situated herself between my legs, behind Esperanza, and stroked her hands down her roommate’s back. She massaged the other girl lovingly, stroking and caressing, kneading the supple flesh, until her hands wandered down to spread the cheeks of Esperanza’s tight ass apart. With my head propped on two pillows, I was treated to the sexy sight of Mariadela burying her tongue in the tight little asshole of her lover. It was driving Esperanza crazy, and she wriggled her hips in appreciation as she soaked my cock with her juices. I felt the occasional lash of Mariadela’s tongue on my balls as she flicked it up and down the entire slit of the pussy laid out in front of her. I decided I wanted to feel Esperanza grind on me, so I let her up from my crushing embrace, and she sat straight up on my rod. Mariadela knelt behind Esperanza hugging her from behind, teasing her nipples and squeezing her huge breasts. Esperanza, her long, lean legs astride me, was soon writhing in the throes of her first full-on orgasm. Her shuddering and quaking seemed to go on forever, and I felt the inner walls of her cunt spasming and gripping my cock, threatening to push me over the edge.

“I want to feel you explode inside me,” Esperanza said, as if she could read my mind and feel my impending orgasm. “I’m quite sure a young caballero like you can be persuaded to cum more than once tonight for us.”

We started out long before the sun was up. We planned to hit the summit by mid-day and be back in camp in the early evening. So far things were moving according to plan. The sun had come up about an hour ago and the East Face was warming quickly, which was a very good thing. My hands were having a hard time on the cold rock. The climbing wasn’t particularly difficult but I was beginning to feel the altitude as we pushed past 12,000′ and onto the ridge. The views are amazing, and quite intimidating. The drop on one side of the ridge is 600′ straight down. The other side a massive 2,000′ to fall before the couloir starts. The three of us scrambled along the ridge, occasionally using the rope to belay each other across the areas with particularly extreme exposure. I focused on my feet and hand placements and tried not to look down.

Tim and Michael had known each other for years. They had climbed all over and were far more serious about the sport than I. They would spend hours in the climbing gym working on various boulder problems. I was just getting back into climbing after a break for several years for other pursuits and was lacking a belay partner to hold the rope while I climbed. Tim and Michael were gracious enough to let me join them. I never liked climbing in the gym, however and had been pushing to get them outdoors for some time. Both climbers were tall with a wiry athleticism that understated their strength. Both were in great shape. While my rock climbing skills were weaker, I had considerably more mountaineering experience, and was glad to be climbing with the sun shining on my back as we headed for the summit.

We hit the top at 12:30, signed the register and sat eating a little lunch and enjoying the view. It had been a great climb and we were all a little euphoric due to the physical exertion spent getting to the summit and the high altitude. After 45 minutes we began the long decent back down. Although we could see our camp in the valley 5,000′ below the summit, it would take nearly 4 hours to get back. There was the ridge, two rappels and a long stretch of broken talus through the couloir that would prove to be much more frustrating than it looked.

By the time we made it back to the valley we were really beat. Our tents were in a picturesque meadow not more than 100 yards from a pristine alpine lake. The air was calm and crisp, the water was like glass and reflected the cirque of the mountain above us. The only ones in esenyurt escort the valley were the three of us and the girls. Tim’s girlfriend, Andrea, and a friend of hers, Lisa, made the trip and were waiting for our return by the lake. Andrea is a strong climber in her own right but with Lisa there, the two had planned to do some more moderate hiking while we hit the summit.

The five of us hiked up to the lake the day before arriving shortly before nightfall. The hike in was strenuous and Tim, Michael and I had wanted to get some sleep to make our 4:00 am wakeup. Because of our early wakeup the girls slept in Tim’s tent while Michael and Tim slept in Michael’s. Although the tent can sleep three adequately, I opted to sleep out in the open in the meadow that first night. The sky was clear and the stars were brilliant, even if it was a little cold.

“We made it”, Tim said with a big smile on his face as we strolled back into camp. He tossed his daypack on the ground. Andrea came over and gave him a kiss.

“Hungry?” she asked.

Michael had put himself in charge of the food and was already putting together quite a spread. I found a nearby rock and took a seat.

“How come you never cook for Tim and I at home?” Andrea teased. Michael was totally focused and ignored her.

We had a wonderful meal as the sun set behind the mountain. After dinner, I broke out the cognac I had packed in but was totally outdone by the girls. To everyone’s surprise, Lisa and Andrea had conspired to bring some pot and passed around a very large joint. We sat there, blissfully high, a little drunk, in an incredible setting watching the stars come out.

“We’re going to go crash”, Tim broke the silence. “No, we’re going to go fuck”, Andrea said with a big grin, and with that she grabbed Tim by the hand and pulled him off to the tent.

“Well”, I said with a smile unsure what to say to that. Both Michael and Lisa grinned in agreement as we watched them go. I took another hit of the joint. The dynamic was kind of interesting. Lisa is very attractive and very flirtatious. I had met her once before at a party of Tim’s. Apparently she and Michael had some history, but I didn’t know any of the details. There didn’t seem to be any tension, but I knew that they weren’t together. The stars were getting brighter as the last of the sunlight vanished far off in the west. I couldn’t help but wish başakşehir escort that Michael wasn’t there, or that he had brought another girl so I could see if anything could happen between Lisa and me. I really didn’t feel comfortable pursuing anything with him there.

“Thanks for taking us out here”, Lisa said to me as she passed the bottle of cognac to Michael. “It’s a beautiful spot”. Michael nodded in agreement and took another sip. I asked Lisa about her hike. They had found a number of lakes strung together a few miles up the valley.

“Did you get any swimming in?”

“Of course,” Lisa answered Michael’s query. Her grin was a little too big.

“What else did you two do out there?”

Clearly Michael knew something was up.

“Well”, Lisa laughed and looked away shyly.

“Oh you did!”

Between the alcohol and the pot, my head was spinning a little, but it was apparent something had happened between Andrea and Lisa, and I was very curious to know more.

Apparently so was Michael.

“Let’s see, you were both naked after going for a quick swim and Andrea just couldn’t help herself and you couldn’t say no.”

Lisa explained what had happened. And Michael’s hypothesis was not far off. After laughing at my confused and shocked expression, the two explained that Andrea is bisexual and that she has had intimate relations with Lisa from time to time.

If I was turned on earlier (and jealous) thinking about Andrea and Tim in seclusion in their tent, I was really turned on now. I had no idea. We laughed some more and watched a few shooting stars go by.

Michael got up and headed off to the wood to go pee.

I looked over at Lisa and she smiled. Maybe it was the pot, or the alcohol, or maybe I was just too worked up thinking about the fun Andrea and Lisa had earlier but I leaned toward her. She met me half way and we kissed. We kissed hard. It didn’t just start off slowly, we went right into it. A deep passionate kiss. Her mouth tasted so good. Her lips so soft and strong. Her tongue was delicious. We heard Michael approaching, but it didn’t matter, we just kept at it unable to separate ourselves.

“Oh no” Michael exclaimed and then laughed. “I’m gonna get left out. The dreaded 5th wheel!”

Lisa and I parted. She smiled and looked up at him. She glanced back at me and then back to Michael and opened her arms.

“Come küçükçekmece escort here,” she said.

Michael got down on his knees to her level and gave her a hug. She smiled at me over his shoulder as she hugged him.

And then she kissed him on the mouth. Hard. I didn’t have time to even be surprised by their kiss. What shocked me was her hand which had moved over to my lap and grasped firmly at my crotch. There was no question what she wanted.

I was so turned on. Michael took off her shirt and I undid her pants. She had managed to unbutton my pants with her one hand and she now held my rapidly hardening cock beneath my shorts. Her touch on my skin was delightful. I kissed her sex through her panties as I removed her pants. We managed to have her totally stripped by the time we had staggered to the tent. Michael and I tossed her inside, removed most of our clothes and followed her into our lair.

The three down sleeping bags were spread out over the floor of the tent. Add a few down jackets and the tent was quite luxurious. Lisa lied in the middle on the floor of the tent. Her legs lie slightly apart with my fingers playing with her very wet pussy. In her hand she held Michael’s cock and was stroking it, pulling it closer to her lips. I kissed her again before she took it into her mouth. Michael let out a moan in pleasure. With that I went down on Lisa in earnest, kissing the lips of her swollen pussy, sucking firmly on her clit, inserting my tongue deep into her.

I was a little shocked when Michael took down my shorts and started stroking my cock and touching my balls. Lisa watched with rapt attention. Her hand moved down to her sex and she began touching herself as she watched. Michael took me into his mouth. Lisa came over and decided she needed some too. The two took turns passing it back and forth while I basked in the attention.

Everything was a sex induced euphoric blur. I sucked on Lisa’s breasts and stroked Michael’s cock. It was exciting feeling another guy’s erection, and I fed on the aroused look Lisa gave me as I held him in my hand. Lisa took me in her mouth again before getting down on all fours in front of me. Still holding my erection, she guided me inside her from behind. Michael slid down underneath us and his tongue alternated between her clit and my balls as I fucked her from behind. It felt so good. Lisa went crazy with the feeling of my cock filling her up from behind while that tongue daftly moved over her clit. She came with a shudder and scream.

I lost count of her orgasms. Hell, I lost count of my own. We fucked for hours. The three of us lost all inhibition and had a great time. Totally spent, we slept in until it was too hot to stay in the tent any longer. Michael made breakfast, and we all went for a swim in the Lake.