It was a drop too far, way too far perhaps. Sue was under the blanket sucking away the last dregs of his cum. Several minutes had past since John had gasped sperm into her mouth, several minutes since she swooshed it round like a mouth wash, several minutes since she greedily swallowed. Yet, here she was, hidden from view, tasting, licking, sucking a very sore cock. A drop too far perhaps at 30,000 feet up yet no one on the jet to the sun had even noticed as she gave her man the best blow job she could under the circumstances. Shame. This holiday was all about sex, all about sharing other peoples bodies, all about watching and being watched.

Emerging from under the blanket into the semi darkness of the cabin Sue smiled a smile of love at John and engulfed his mouth in a deep and loving kiss. He tasted himself in her kiss and knew he loved her, knew he loved her enough to share her.

The hotel was smart, modern, spacious, colonial but as far as Sue and John were concerned as long as it had a bed to fuck and sleep in it could have been a prisoner of war camp they were at – who cared? Double bed, clean, white, crisp sheets, coolness away from the stifling heat outside. Lovers love and soon they adorned those sheets, John rocking gently, his penis sliding oh so slowly in and out of Sue. They fell asleep locked together, the sheets now crumpled, stained and wet.

As morning evolved so bright and warm perhaps they were nervous as they quickly showered. Two in a shower is sometimes a crush but the places fingers end up for no obvious reason are varied and unforgiving. Yet they bathed each other with little adventure that morn, aware of possibilities that lay ahead.

It was only at breakfast in the elegant dining room that John, sitting opposite Sue, relaxed enough to let his bare foot wander up the inside of her thigh. She had promised not to wear knickers during the two week break. His big toe bore evidence that she was as good as her word as it entered her. caddebostan escort She began breathing just a mite more deeply, some way from heaven but certainly drifting through the clouds.

As pale as the English always are Sue and John moved, post breakfast, down to the pool area. Set into a terrace overlooking the golden sands and crashing waves the hotels pool area allowed seclusion and some shade. A pool large enough for the strongest swimmer surrounded by Jacuzzis. With an iced bottle of Moet and two glasses they settled into the largest of them and felt their bodies slip into “I’m on holiday” mode. It was the first time since they had become lovers that they could totally relax. The relationship was strong, trusting, respectful. Bearing in mind their intentions it would need to be.

Within twenty minutes and a few glasses of Moet they were joined by another couple. Whether it was the bubbles around them or inside them Sue and John had lost any inhibitions. The man, perhaps late thirties, short, dark, overweight. The girl, for she must have been only early twenties, petite, slim, fit, small but very firm breasts, nipples stolen from the Gods. They slipped into the waters, smiling, carefree as toward their nudity.

When the man spoke it was meaningless. As the English do both Sue and John shrugged shoulders, a double act, a simultaneous reaction to lack of foreign languages. The man acknowledged a losing battle and tested his broken English on the pair.

“I am Maurice, this woman here, she is Odele. She let me, how you say, fucking her when I want to be fucking her.”

It was obvious to Sue and John, let no language barrier deny, that Maurice was a rich man with an ugly wife at home, probably a stable full of two year old children, whose wallet had the ability to pull good looking skirt. With Odele, his mistress, he had achieved a top prize indeed. Sue stared at her breasts in admiration anadolu yakası escort and started teasing her own nipples and they grew with touch.

Odele spoke into Maurice’s ear and he nodded to her.

“She say that she think you are liking her. Not be afraid to touch. She is liking that.”

To Sue and John it was like a lifetimes Christmases had come at once. This beautiful young girl was inviting them to dine at the table of lust. Where was the catch? Who cared? Odele moved her lithe body between them and started kissing Sue full on the lips. Sue responded, slowly at first, then more hungrily. Her hand found Odele’s right breast and she lightly traced circles until the nipple could no longer be ignored. John, at first cautious, found the sight of his lover kissing and playing with a naked woman a stimulant and his mouth found her left breast and sucked as his fingers moved lazily through her short dark hair.

Maurice watched. Maurice enjoyed. Maurice played. Odele turned to kissing John but her fingers moved between Sue’s legs and two entered her, just as she had prayed they would. Odele had done this before, knew how to please a woman and, oh God, how she pleased Sue. That it was just Sue that she satisfied was of no great concern to John. To see his lover taken so had been a heady experience.

The foursome met, as planned, in a bedroom later in the afternoon. It had to go further. Odele wanted more, seemingly Odele always got. Strong body, strong mind. Whilst they had no idea of what would happen the first move didn’t come from Sue or John. It came from the topless Odele who took John by the hand and led him to the bed.

“Fuck me. Get your cock inside me and fuck me.” How strange that Odele had gained a reasonable grasp of the English language within a matter of hours! Perhaps that was the only chat up line she knew in English? Sue watched as Odele’s became naked, dudullu escort spread her legs, eagerly accepted John as he mounted her, moaned loudly as John put her feet over his shoulders, started fucking her, started to satisfy. Sue knew two things. She was soaked. She wanted too.

Maurice had his Gaelic cock out, was playing as he watched the action. Sue knelt before him, took him in her mouth, savoured the taste, got his cock to the back of her throat. The louder the moans from the bed the harder Sue sucked. Even though John’s cock was inside Odele she could feel it inside her own sex, knew exactly how Odele felt. She stopped sucking and led Maurice to the bed and was soon astride him, had him in her, was fucking him.

Each couple moaned, each couple splashed, each couple fucked hard. John was taking Odele from behind, pounding cock into her frail body, fingering butt. Sue was now under the Frenchman, deep in Sue’s warm and wet body, her breasts full, a beautiful woman.

Sue sensed it in him. Didn’t want him to cum in her. Told him what she wanted and he agreed.

“John, lover!.” Sharing time. He looked across and sensed the need. Pulled out of Odele, wet glistening cock dripping her juices as he did so. John and Maurice knelt on the bed, either side of Sue’s face. Two wet cocks, both to be sucked.

Each in turn she took them, played with them, teased them, slowly brought them to the boil. And as she did so she felt a tongue, a woman’s tongue, so gently, so softly, licking at her pussy lips. Odele was between her legs, fucking Sue in her own way.

The men shot sperm almost together, spots and streaks of pure white cum all over her face and in her hair. Some dripped down her neck but for sure both men had given everything, she felt it sticky and glorious over her. So good the feeling, so fine, so great, so ……. Odele swallowed, her mouth in the right place as Sue hit the highest high.

But as Maurice pulled away, too easily satisfied, Odele moved for the coup de grace – astride Sue she licked and kissed at her face, cleansed every last drop of cum from her face, slowly, methodically, with feeling. And all the while John was at Odele’s pussy, licking her out from behind.

Sue, John and Odele, with others, fucked hard for a fortnight. Maurice? Seems he found out that money can’t buy you love, not true love.

Before this chapter starts, let me refresh your memory on our three stars. It is Melanie’s birthday, and her 2 friends Rachael and Lisa have brought her out for a night to remember. Melanie, has black hair, is 5′ 6″ tall and measures out at 36D-22-32. Rachael is a natural red head, 5’8″ tall and is 40DD-24-36. Then Lisa is blonde, 6′ tall and very slim and measures up at 34B-20-28.

As the three women enter the new club, most eyes turn their way, men and women alike. The three very attractive women are being a little loud with their conversation about Rachael fucking the cabby. And they are walking in each others arms hanging on one another as much for support because of their intoxication as anything else. They walk across the room, and find themselves an empty booth. They sit down, and talk while they wait for someone to take their drink order. Soon, the waitress arrives to take their order, then turns to leave, Rachael compliments her on how fine her ass looks as the waitress is walking away. When the waitress returns with the drinks, she asks Rachael if she meant what she said. Rachael tells her that she certainly did, and would love to lick it for her, and asks what time she went on break. The waitress tells her in 30 minutes, then leaves the table.

Lisa looks at Melanie and says… “Why don’t you get a tattoo?” Melanie does not like the idea, and trys to excuse her way out of it, but Rachael started in with Lisa, and the 2 girls convinced Melanie that she should at least go look at the tattoos. So the girls got up and took their drinks with them toward the back of the bar. On the way, Rachael seen her waitress, and told her that when she goes on break to come and find her in the tattoo parlor. The waitress agreed.

As Rachael caught up to Lisa and Melanie, she seen that her two friends were talking to the two tattoo artists that work there, and walked over to them. Melanie was asking about how much it hurt, and where it would hurt the least and if they had any suggestions on what she should get. After some small talk, and the exchange of their names, the girls asked Mac and Rob if they could have some time to view the book with tattoos in it alone. The two men said sure, and left the girls to look. The three girls were looking through the book for a while, and talking about where Melanie should get her tattoo. Then Melanie blurts out “I want it on my ass. ” Rob and Mac looked over at Melanie and smiled. Lisa said quietly, I’m not going to get a tattoo, but I want to get Mac all over my ass. The escort bayan acıbadem three girls girls laughed. Soon, Melanie decided that she would get a tigress tattoo, and it was definitely going on her ass.

Melanie called Rob and Mac over to them, and told them of her choice, then added that she wanted Rob to do the work. Lisa put her arm around Mac, and said “I want you to work on me, and I’m not talking a tattoo. ” Macs eyes lit up, he put his arm around her shoulder, and walked her to the side. Rob asked Melanie what she wanted and where he should put it, and Melanie told him. Rob told Melanie that she was going to have to go into the bathroom and change into a robe, so it would be easier for him to work. Melanie grabbed the robe, and went to change. Mean while, Lisa had made her move on Mac, and had started kissing him deeply, and sticking her tongue in his mouth. Mac didn’t seem to mind, and started kissing her back.

Melanie returned from changing, and Rob told her to get up on the table with her butt up. So she did as instructed, but whispered I like being told what to do. Rob pulled up Melanie’s robe, and paused to view her ass. Rachael asked Melanie if she minded that she watched, and Melanie replied no, it would make her feel more comfortable. So Rob started cleaning Melanie’s ass cheek, and noticed that Melanie was sighing. Rachael had positioned herself so she could look at Melanie’s pussy while Rob worked, and was getting very horny watching Rob clean Melanie’s ass off. Rachael could not help but notice Lisa and Mac either. They were over at the desk, and Mac was sitting on top of it, with his pants pulled down, and Lisa was sucking his cock. The more that Rob rubbed on Melanie’s ass, the louder Melanie’s sighs got. Rob noticing this, started rubbing lower and lower towards Melanie’s pussy. Rachael was enjoying this, and moved closer to watch Rob work. Rachael put her hand on Melanie’s ass to, and started slowly rubbing her way down to Melanie’s pussy, then told Rob that he should go in front of Melanie and stick his cock into her mouth. Melanie could tell that these weren’t Robs fingers anymore, and started panting slightly. It was exciting her to know that it was Rachael who was now fingering her pussy.

Rob walked in front of Melanie, and pulled out his cock. It was a good 9″. Melanie looked at it, then told him to fuck her mouth with it. Rachael now had 3 fingers inside of Melanie’s pussy, and was fucking her slow and escort bayan bağdat caddesi easy. Rob was getting his cock sucked, and loved it. And Lisa and Rob had switched positions, and were naked now, with Mac Fucking Lisa’s pussy from behind while she was bent over the desk.

Just then, the waitress walked in, and looked at was happening, and dropped her purse to the floor. She could hardly speak except to say… “Oh my god. ” Rachael looked at her and said “Come on over baby, the party is just starting. ” The waitress picked up her purse, and walked over to Rachael. She kissed Rachael on the mouth. Rachael Kissed her back, but never stopped fingering Melanie’s pussy. The waitress put her purse on the table, and grabbed a 5″ vibrator from it. She then turned it on, and told Rachael to use this instead. Rachael grabbed the vibrator, and inserted it into Melanie’s pussy. Rob was liking this a whole bunch, and grabbed Melanie’s hair roughly. He started fucking her mouth harder and deeper. He kept telling her how well she sucked cock, and how good it was, and that he was going to cum in her mouth right… NOW… He started to cum, and Melanie ate it up. Melanie sucked for all she was worth, and sucked his cock clean, without spilling a drop. Then she started to cum. I’m going to cum she said… I’m cumming… oh my god fuck… fuck… oh yeah fuck me with that… and she laid there on the table face down, and tried to catch her breath.

Lisa turned to Mac and told him that she wanted it in her ass, right now but wanted him to lubricate her. So Mac looked around the room, until he found a tube of ky that they kept around for just such emergencies. Mac returned with the ky, and squirted some on her ass. The waitress walked over and told him that she would take care of loosening her up for him, and he should just watch for a minute. Rachael walked over with the vibrator, and handed it to the waitress. The waitress, put some of the ky on her finger, and lubricated the vibrator a little more with it. Then spread the ky that was on Lisa’s ass with her finger, and slipped a finger inside of Lisa’s ass. She fucked Lisa slowly with her finger, and they all listened to her moan. The waitress then took her finger out, and slid the vibrator in its place. Slowly inserting it, and taking it out. Lisa started to fuck the vibrator back, lifting her hips up against the waitress’ fingers as she worked the vibrator in and out.

Lisa turned and escort bayan kozyatağı told Mac, that she was ready for his cock. So Mac took his place behind her, and put the tip of his cock right at the entrance to her ass. He grabbed her hips, and put just the tip of his cock in. The waitress quickly undressed, and jumped up on the table in front of Lisa. She scooted in until Lisa’s mouth was right in front of her pussy. Mac lunged his cock into Lisa. Wham his balls slapped against her pussy. Lisa buried her face in the pussy in front of her, and liked it. She started grunting and groaning with a mouth full of pussy. The waitress threw her head back and yelled loudly “That’s it eat my pussy. ” Some of the patrons in the bar, heard the shout and came back to investigate the noise. As they entered the room, they couldn’t believe their eyes. Melanie looked at them and told them they could stay if they just wanted to watch, but otherwise they would have to leave, and all 6 of the people stayed for the show.

Lisa managed to get her hand under her body and started fingering her clit while she was eating pussy and getting fucked hard in the ass. Mac was intent on trying to fuck her so hard that she passed out, and the waitress was enjoying getting her pussy ate. She also started fingering her clit while Lisa ate her. Lisa was fucking the waitress’ pussy with her tongue and biting at her pussy lips. And licking the pussy as hard as she could manage. Rachael walked over to the waitress and kissed her deeply. Lisa started bucking wildly and everybody knew she was going to cum. This got everyone turned on.

Mac started thrusting his cock into her ass faster and harder, as his balls tightened up, and the waitress fingered her pussy more vigorously. By now Lisa was just gasping into the waitress’ pussy. ohhhhh ohhhh Uhhh… uhhh. ugghhh… ugghhh… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Mac says “I’m cumming NOW… Lisa chimes in “Me to me to. ” and the waitress grabs Lisa’s hair with her free hand and tells her to finish eating her pussy. Mac finishes cumming in Lisa’s ass, and backs away. Melanie walks up, and pulls Lisa’s ass cheeks open and bury’s her face in her ass. She starts sucking all of the cum from her ass. Lisa is loving it. She eats the waitress’ pussy harder and deeper. The waitress fucks Lisa’s face with her pussy. She starts to buck in Lisa’s face. I’m cumming… I’m cumming… as she comes in waves all over Lisa’s face. The spectators clap their approval.

Melanie looks around the room, at all of the people and says shows over, you can go back to what you were doing. So the spectators leave the room. Melanie says after they leave, “The show is over for them, but has just started for the 6 of us, why don’t we go back to my place and finish what we started. So everyone gets dressed, and agrees to meet at her house in an hour. Melanie, Lisa and Rachael leave the bar and hail a cab for home.

End of Ch 3

Intro: This story is quite long, and the majority of it does not contain much about sex. But it IS a good story, and I beg you to actually read the whole thing. It is actually a good story, and there is a well waited for sex segment you will enjoy. Thanks!

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Adrian Taylor stood at the foot of the “Thee Chiefs” throne. A light from the ceiling was shining on his head as he looked nervously over the room. His breath was calm, but his nervousness was deep within him. The Three Chiefs of The Order talked quietly in murmurs about Adrian’s fate. He had stumbled upon something monumental; something that was far passed anything he had ever imagined would have been going on in the small city he lived in. He looked over the Chiefs’ faces as they murmured.

He glance went from the Three Chief’s throne and over the room slightly. He figured the room must have contained politicians as the majority. Most of them were probably local, but he would put money on some of them being federal. Hell, maybe some were even international politicians. Who knew how far up this thing went. Adrian was silent, and his eyes floated over the accusing eyes of the enormous crowd that stood in the darkness. He was surprised to find many of the naked women hadn’t put their clothes back on. He guessed it was because they were so used to being naked around others that it seemed almost normal. Some of the people in the shadows whispered quietly to themselves, while others stood quietly with their arms folded, staring at him. The room he was in was a grand round hall. The sides had pillars that reminded him of Roman decor. It seemed to be white, white walls, and white marble floors; although it was too dark to see much of anything. The only light was the spotlight that was over his head, as well as the Three Chief’s throne. The room was also mostly empty of furniture or decoration like what was in the rest of the building. The only thing that resembled furniture was the lavish thrones, which the Chiefs sat on. The thrones were large, and also reminded Adrian of Roman decor. And the Chiefs themselves were dressed in white robes that went to their ankles, with blood red sashes that were strung across their chest and tied at their shoulders. They all looked as if they were the same rank, as neither of them was dressed more extravagant than the other.

When the three chiefs all turned their heads toward Adrian at the same time, which showed they were finished talking, Adrian swallowed lightly. He knew this might be the end of his life. It’s a rough game to play -stepping on people’s toes that is- and Adrian was at the tale end of a losing hand. Adrian tipped his well-shaven chin up slightly, looking over the three chiefs as they stared at him. The one in the middle spoke first, in a gruff, harsh politician’s voice.

“We’ve come to a decision mister Taylor. While your trespasses, as well as your meddling, are viewed as rather condemning, we are going to let your fate rest upon your own decision. I’m sure that what you’ve seen here tonight has made a large impact upon you.” While he was speaking, Adrian couldn’t help but think that this particular chief reminded him of a municipal judge. A rather mean, evil municipal judge.

“Many who come here for the first time, invited of course- much unlike you Mr. Taylor- cannot deal with what they see. Now, your position in your career may pose a problem in the decision you make, but many have learned to deal with career as well as The Order at the same time. So, Mr. Taylor, the decision is entirely up to you.”

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For eleven years Adrian Taylor had been apart of the Meridian Police Department. He was a highly decorated division detective. He won Officer of the Year four times during his employment; one of the awards came during his first year. After 6,495 arrests, he has retained a seventy one percent conviction rate. During the years when Top Gun was big, Officer Taylor earned the name “IceMan” from his peers for arresting a young man during his mother’s funeral. The kid had been on a robbery spree of thirty-five robberies in two weeks, and no one had caught him. Finally Officer Taylor had the evidence he needed, but he got a tip that the kid was leaving in two days. Taylor’s only chance to get an arrest on him would be at his mother’s funeral. It was the only place he was sure the kid would be, and it would be a day before he was to leave the state. So Officer Taylor did what was needed.

His home life was mostly lonely. He’d never been married, and the longest relationship he’d ever had lasted a short eight months. Adrian’s guess to why women wouldn’t stay was most likely due to the late hours of work, the early rising to the station, or the nights when he wouldn’t come home because he was working on paperwork. His last girlfriend had actually come to the station while he was interviewing a suspect, cussed him out, and then left while he was too helpless to try and get her to stay.

Police officers are often asked escort bayan kurtköy if they have ever shot anyone. Adrian was only asked once. If he were asked again, he would nod his head solemnly, and hope the person wouldn’t ask who. The truth was, Adrian Taylor had shot three people. Two had deserved it, if anyone ever deserves it. He shot them to defend innocent people that were in immediate danger. The third was almost unnecessary, but due to the mistake of a fellow officer, he had to go through with it. It was a woman, which makes it a hard thing to do to begin with, she was in her mid thirties, attractive, married, and she had two children, which makes it even harder to deal with. She was going through a stage of schizophrenia, which induced a horrible case of paranoia, and violent behavior. In this particular incident, she had a paranoia attack, and obtained a kitchen knife to defend herself with. She was locked in her room for hours, screaming about people coming to get her. When the panic attack wouldn’t pass, her husband grew worried and called the police. Officer Taylor was the first on the scene. He arrived and asked the husband what had happened, and walked down the hall of the single story home to talk to the woman through her bedroom door. She refused to come out, and threatened if anyone were to come in, she would stab them. Other officers arrived, and stood back from the hall to try and help. Eventually, the woman did come out of the room, but she did it with her knife pointed toward Adrian. He backed his way down the hall, instructing everyone to leave the house except for the officers. For a moment, the woman stood in the darkening hallway staring at Officer Taylor while he pleaded her to put the knife down. She remained silent, and did not move. The thought that maybe she was slowly snapping out of it crossed Adrian’s mind, he would soon realize otherwise. The hallway was long, on the right side were two bedrooms including the master bedroom in which the woman had locked herself in, but the doors to both rooms were closed. On the left side, the hallway wall broke into an open doorway leading into the kitchen. Officer Mencaird happened to be standing a few feet just inside the doorway, watching the woman.

His job was to wait until she got close enough to where he could take her down safely, and secure the knife to where she could not hurt herself, or any other police officers. There were also two other officers standing in the living room behind the kitchen. Without warning, the woman charged down the hall, raising the knife with it targeted toward Officer Taylor. Adrian had already unbuttoned the strap to his gun, and he pulled it from the holster as he backed away from the woman, yelling for her to stop. At the same time the woman passed the doorway to the hall, one of her children came running in through the from door yelling for her to stop. The child was immediately scooped up by one of the officers in the living room, and run out of the house. The child had distracted Officer Mencaird. Adrian yelled his name a few times before he realized Mencaird wasn’t going to tackle the woman from behind. She was within inches of him when Taylor finally had to fire. He nearly closed his eyes when he did. The whole hallway filled up with smoke, and Adrian’s eyes filled up with tears. The family never forgave him, despite his numerous letters of apology. He never even forgave himself for what he had done.

Adrian often got cases about homicide, but he also got an unusual amount of cases dealing with sex crimes. Even though he wasn’t a sex crimes detective, he often found a lot of his cases tied in with sexual crimes of some sort. For instance, on his last case he was investigating a string of three murders in the downtown area. They were all women, and they were all similar in looks: young, long brown hair, bright green eyes, beautiful face and body. He traced evidence out of the downtown area from one person to the next. Eventually it lead to a local pornography producing group called Lightning Video. The head producer, Kyle Galliard was the leader of the group of five prominent producers.

Apparently what was going on, was a few of the girls had gotten ashamed of some of the work they were doing, and wanted out. Instead of filing a class action lawsuit for breach of contract, Kyle Galliard made a new contract on the girls’ heads. He had some sort of moral complex to his personality; it wasn’t okay to throw out a contract and skip town, but it was okay to kill someone who tried. The ordeal ended when one of the girls got away, and went straight to the police instead of straight out of town. Of course Officer Taylor was the person to do the interview. She gave a grisly story of everything that had gone on, and the threats that were made. She also had some very convicting evidence for the court. Mr. Galliard had told the girl that if she were to run, she would be hunted and killed, and escort bayan beykoz he also let the fact that he had done it before slip out. Kyle won’t be seeing a free sky for the rest of his life.

Somehow, Adrian had worked himself into a case involving sex again. This case started much like the case of Kyle Galliard and his band of murdering porno producers, but Adrian didn’t realize that until the very end. It had started when a number of local prostitutes began showing up dead. When someone usually thinks of prostitutes, they usually think of pick garters, a fake wig, and a sleazy neighborhood. But these prostitutes were of a different kind. These were the type that made appearances at the mayor’s Christmas parties, or the ones that were seen escorting the movie stars that visited meridian occasionally to dinner, and then a little something afterward. These weren’t the usual street corner hookers.

When interviewing one of them, Officer Taylor found out the usual going rate was anywhere between $2,500, and $4,000 a night. They would only go to men that had large amounts of spend able money. The first girl showed up toward the end of August in a river gorge that had dried up over the summer. She had been a beautiful girl. A stunningly beautiful girl. Adrian couldn’t recall ever meeting anyone so perfect before. Nothing seemed very suspicious about the murder, meaning it didn’t seem to tie to anything. However, in the space of two weeks, three more had shown up. They all were found in the same type of fashion, their hands were tied, and they were naked. There were no signs of rape, or any other type of sexual crime evidence. Even though there were traces of them having multiple times in a short period, all the analysts figured it was a normal thing for a prostitute.

When two more girls showed up around the city, Officer Taylor began to think he had a serial killer on his hands. He also would have called in higher authorities to begin investigations if his mind hadn’t been changed for him. Adrian was out asking some questions about town on an early September afternoon. He was at an estate of a local playboy who has been known to throw wild parties every once and a while. Adrian had been to a few of these parties himself; he had even met one of his pervious girlfriends at one. When he had gotten nowhere with his questions, he walked down the walkway of the house back to his car. When he sat in the driver seat he noticed a small piece of paper on his steering wheel. He looked around through his windows that might have been watching, but didn’t see anyone. He took the paper and unfolded it slowly, reading what it said.

“Meridian Public Library, private room B, @ 3:45PM.”

Taylor took a glance at his watch; it was already two forty-five. Someone had been watching, and most likely knew when he would be done with his work. He started his car, half expecting a bomb to blow him, as well as half the street up. But it started normally, and he drove toward the public library. When he arrived outside the sun had already began to make its slow descent toward the horizon. The sun was hidden behind the public library, and shaded the entrance steps. Officer Taylor walked up them slowly, glancing around to see anyone who might have been following. He wished he knew who he was looking for, whoever it was obviously knew how to look for him. The library was fairly quiet, even for a library.

There was an older white man reading a book at one of the tables in the middle of the first floor, and a couple more people in the rows of books, looking through the Dewey decimal system. Taylor walked up the spiral stairs toward the second level where the private rooms were. When he arrived, he took another glance. This floor was even emptier than the ground floor. He walked across to the opposite side of the room toward private room “B”. Someone was already sitting inside. It was a woman, fairly young, dressed in a completely black dress. She was attractive to be sure. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, almond tanned skin. Taylor half wished this meeting would be about something other than work. He opened the door and peaked his head in slowly. The woman raised her head to look at him; her face showed no giving expression.

“Hi, I’m Officer Taylor-” Adrian started.

“I know who you are, come in quickly.” She cut him off, waving a hand slightly for him to enter.

Taylor entered the room, and sat in a chair across the table from her. He folded his hand, his suit jacket raising slightly above his waist, showing his gun and badge.

“What is this about? And how did you know where I was?” He asked.

“I’ve been following you. And I think you know what this is about. The murders you have been investigating lead to more than you think. It’s not a serial murder, I’m sure that is probably what you’ve been thinking.”

“Oh really? Who are you first, and how would you know so much?” Taylor escort bayan üsküdar leaned back in his chair slightly. While he looked at the woman, thoughts of the woman that he had shot three years ago crossed his mind. In his heart he felt like weeping about it. But he was a police officer, and he had to do his work.

“I won’t tell you my name. But I am here to help you. Two of the girls that were found were friends of mine.” Her eyes were getting slightly misty; she obviously was hurt. “I want you to know that by talking to you, I will most likely be the next to be found dead. I know you probably think you could protect me, but please don’t even try. There’s nothing you can do to save me from these people.”

“Okay. I want you to know, if you do decide you do need help, you can come to me. Now, who are these people you speak of?” Adrian accepted her statement about him not being able to protect her; she seemed serious enough about it.

“It goes much higher than anything you imagined. I can’t tell you too much about whom is involved because I don’t know myself. I do know that most of the people involved are some type of politician. And there’s also cops involved, as well as high social members. Who is involved is not what’s really important. The group is also much larger than you think. It’s a cult of sorts. The women you’ve found have been victims of some sort of ceremonial sacrifice they regularly practice. They kill them all the same way, with the same knife.” Flashes of the crime scenes passed through Adrian’s mind. He recognized what she was talking about. He remembered noticing a stab mark that was always on the neck, just where the two collarbones dip to make a u-shape. This was another part of each crime scene that made him think it was a serial killing.

“I’ve also been a working girl like the others you have found for many years,” she continued. “After working with our corporation for a while, I was asked to do a private party that was very special. I said I would, but I wondered how it was special since I had pretty much seen everything. My boss told me that anything I saw or heard could never be repeated, and that I was to follow directions no matter what.” She hesitated here for a moment. “I wish I never had agreed, and I would take it back if I could. Even if I wanted to tell you what I had seen I probably couldn’t, there was so much going on. The party was like nothing I had ever seen before. All me, except for the working girls that went. There were girls for many different organizations, and added together there were probably over a hundred of us. The men were twice that many, probably two or three hundred. They all wear costumes of some sort, or at least masks. They start with a weird ritual to begin with in a closed room, and the girls wait outside. When their ritual is done, each girl meets a man outside naked. A lot of men fuck the girls, and some men just like to watch; or are two old to fuck. In any case, a lot of sexual favors take place. Some of the men even have some of the girls fuck each other. This all takes place in a gigantic two-story room, only the second story is merely a balcony that surrounds the entire first floor. From here the “three chiefs”, along with a few other guys watch all of what is going on. Sometimes they jerk themselves off, but rarely.” She paused again, and shook her head slightly. In the deep of her eyes Adrian could see tears were forming.

“I don’t know my politicians, but I do watch the news sometimes. I know I have seen the senator of this state, and some other familiar politicians.”

Adrian cut her off at this point. “You said they wear masks or costumes.”

She frowned again. “Well…I have gone home with some of them.” The deep regret in her voice made Adrian believe her, but he stayed somewhat skeptical.

“Anyway,” she continued “I just wanted to warn you: Get off this case. Every person that has discovered this before has either joined them, or ended up dead. If you don’t believe me, check the Police employment records. Officer Meyer two years ago disappeared, and Officer Lincoln suddenly quit four years ago.” Adrian’s mind flashed again. Meyer had been his mentor. He had won Officer of the Year more than Adrian had, and suddenly, just before Adrian joined the force, he disappeared without a trace. Adrian always wondered what happened to Meyer. He had a hard time swallowing that it was related to the same case he was currently on, but he does remember Meyer talking about a murder case he was working that looked like a serial killing just before his death. Adrian sat quietly as he looked at the woman across from her.

“I am getting a faint idea of what you’re talking about here. But other than prostitution, I don’t really see anything illegal in this story.”

The woman started again, raising her hand slightly. “There’s more. The women you have found lately are the same women that go to these parties. Every month, at the end of the ceremony of sex, one woman is chosen. Once again all the men gather in the huge room, and close the doors. The one chosen woman follows them in, and she never comes out. They do not let us stay near the doors, so I can never hear what goes on, but I know that some of my friends have been found in the gutters of Meridian in the past. You have to believe me, more than just sex goes on at this ‘party’.”

Howdy, folks. The name is David Philemon. A big and tall, good-looking young man currently living in the great state of Massachusetts. I am getting ready to go meet some friends of mine for some fun. It’s going to be fun. Feel free to tag along if you want to. I take a look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I really like what I see. A sexy, chocolate-skinned stud muffin with the body of an Olympic athlete and the face of a model. Oh, and last but not least, the endowments of a porn star. Why do I say it? Simply because it must be said. Just ask any of the sexy ladies on my campus. They’ll tell you straight up that I can stand and deliver! Yeah, I’ve got it all. Follow me!

I walk through the busy Commonwealth Institute of Technology campus. It was around noon on a Friday. In early May. Everyone was leaving. I kept bumping into folks and I didn’t like it one bit. This place is so crowded it’s not even funny. Commonwealth Tech is the place I call home these days. Located in Chestnut Hill, a few miles from downtown Boston. The school is like a small city. There are thirty eight thousand students. We’re considered one of the best private schools in the country for engineering, computer science and various areas of technical education. Oh, and our sports teams aren’t bad either. Commonwealth Tech sponsors Men’s Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Football, Wrestling, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Pistol, Water Polo, Alpine Skiing, Archery, Bowling, Rifle and Rowing along with Women’s Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Field Hockey, Wrestling, Lacrosse, Equestrian, Archery, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Water Polo, Alpine Skiing, Bowling, Rifle and Rowing. We compete in the NCAA Division One.

I enrolled at Commonwealth Tech, majoring in civil engineering. This tale takes place near the end of my sophomore year. I’m originally from Georgia and I wanted badly to get into Georgia Tech but they wouldn’t have me. I don’t know why. I graduated among the top five percent of my class back in high school. With my six-foot-four, 260-pound build, I had schools all over the country practically drafting me into their football teams. To heck with Georgia Tech. I would find another school. And I did. The Commonwealth Institute of Technology was offering me a full student-athlete scholarship for Football. My parents, schoolteacher Jean-Michel Philemon and attorney Bernadine Theodule Philemon of Atlanta, Georgia, weren’t sure about my moving up north. It took a while for me to convince that it was the best thing for me. And so I moved to Boston, Massachusetts, into the Commonwealth Tech men’s dorms. Some people would think that I had it made. Life wasn’t easy for this collegiate black man. I was under a lot of scrutiny at my new school. Tons of rich brats from the Boston area make up most of my classes. They have it real easy. I mean, some of them own yachts and drive Hummers! I’m just a poor guy from Georgia trying to better himself through education. I worked hard in my classes and generally tried to keep a low profile. Tons of college football players appear in the news as of late and it’s usually not for something good. I want to play ball, get my degree and move on. No drama for me. Thank you very much.

Still, sometimes, a man had to unwind. I had these buddies of mine that I decided to meet for some fun. I went to meet them at their apartment. My buddy, Commonwealth Tech Men’s Wrestling team captain Miguel Fernando and his girlfriend Theresa Roberts wanted to have some fun with me and I was down with that. I soon arrived at Miguel’s dormitory, a big brownstone building that kind of looked ominous. Like a horror movie set. I pressed the button and after a escort bayan bostancı minute, Miguel and his girl came to greet me. I looked at him and smiled. He grinned, and pulled me into a bear hug. His girlfriend kissed me on the cheek, and we went inside. I’ve known Miguel ever since Orientation Day last year. He’s a Junior who helped me out by showing me around the campus. Miguel is a six-foot-two, big and beefy, mustachioed Latino stud with long black hair, light bronze skin and the hairiest body I’d ever seen. He’s a hirsute man and proud of it. The look worked for him, though. He’s good-looking in his own way. And really cool to hang out with. I like him a lot. Never thought I’d tell him. Until the day he told me he was bisexual. That’s when I revealed myself to him. I was bisexual too. Miguel was pleasantly surprised. I thought we’d kick it for sure. Unfortunately, he was in love with someone else. A female athlete named Theresa Roberts. His current girlfriend, who was very accepting of his bisexuality.

The three of us sat in Miguel’s living room. They sat together on a big brown couch. I sat across from them, on a large futon. My buddy looked really hot in a bright blue T-shirt and black jeans. His lady looked equally alluring in a black halter top and shiny white pants. I met Theresa a while ago. This five-foot-eleven, voluptuous dame was something else. A mocha-skinned curvy gal of African-American and Latino descent. She was stacked, with the biggest tits I’d seen in ages. Her hips were wide and her booty was huge. We’re talking about more than fifty inches of big booty here. I’ve seen a lot of big butts growing up in Atlanta. Theresa was in a class by herself. And this big beautiful woman was pretty athletic too. She was the captain of the Commonwealth Tech Women’s Rugby team. A while ago, she competed for the all-new Commonwealth Tech Women’s Wrestling team in the 250-pound weight class. This big beautiful lady was no spring chicken, that’s for damn sure. I looked at the two of them nervously. How do we get this party started?

Fortunately for all involved, Theresa was more than ready to break the ice. She grabbed the remote and turned on the big screen TV. I felt a slight tremor in my spine when I saw what was playing on TV. There were two men and one woman on screen. The first man was slim and brown-skinned, with a shaved head. He lay on a bed while a slim, blonde-haired white woman and a big, muscular, red-haired white guy busied themselves sucking on his cock. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Theresa looked at the screen and smiled naughtily. Then, she laid her hand on Miguel’s lap. He smiled, not minding at all as she unzipped his pants. Out came his dick. I watched the two of them, fascinated.

Theresa leaned over and began sucking on her boyfriend’s dick, right in front of me. She paused long enough to tell me to relax, and enjoy myself. I nodded, fascinated. As I watched the two of them, I found myself quite turned on. Without even realizing it, I found myself patting my erect dick through my pants. Oh, to hell with it. I unzipped my pants and out came my cock. Eight and a half inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black dick. I pumped my hand up and down on my dick, watching as Theresa sucked Miguel like her life depended on it. Man, this chick really knew how to work a dick. Miguel winked at me as his girlfriend serviced him. I smiled nervously, and nodded. Theresa briefly stopped sucking Miguel and told me to come over. I didn’t need to be told twice. I wanted a closer look anyway. I stood two feet away from them, jerking off as I watched them do their thing. Theresa pulled me down and escort bayan tuzla stopped sucking Miguel long enough to ask me to join in.

I hesitated. What did she mean by that? I looked at her, then focused my gaze on Miguel’s long and thick Latin dick. I must say, I wanted a taste of it. And so I got me some. I knelt beside Theresa and pressed my lips against Miguel’s cock. The Latino stud urged us on as we sucked his dick. The first thing I noticed was the smell of Miguel’s dick. His scent was strong and masculine. Also, his cock tasted quite different from any other I’d ever tasted. No two men taste or smell exactly alike. I gently stroked Miguel’s balls while sucking his dick. Theresa slid two fingers into his ass while sucking him. Judging by the way Miguel moaned in pleasure, he was no stranger to having his ass played with. Truth be told, neither was I. Theresa and I worked him over until he finally gave it up, coming all over our faces. We greedily sucked every last drop of his manly essence.

Next item on the list was Theresa getting serviced by both of us. She lay flat on the floor, her voluptuous body gorgeously nude and her thick legs spread. Her pussy was quite hairy. Hot damn. I watched Miguel as he knelt between her legs and went muff diving. He began licking his girlfriend’s pussy and probing her with his fingers. The sight of Miguel licking Theresa’s pussy was hot, though not as hot as the sight of his sexy ass. Sticking up in the air. Impulsively, I grabbed his ass. Yeah, I kind of have that tendency. Miguel briefly turned around, and told me he liked it.

I grinned. That’s just what I wanted to hear. I rubbed my hands all over Miguel’s ass. Gently, I spread his ass cheeks. He didn’t protest. I slid first one finger, then two into his bottom. His ass was wonderfully warm and tight, but not too tight. I liked the way it felt. My cock was hard and aching to go somewhere warm. Might as well be Miguel’s ass. I spread Miguel’s ass cheeks as wide as they could go and pressed my cock against his backdoor. With a swift thrust, I went inside. Miguel didn’t protest as I penetrated his ass. Good man. I put my hands on his hips and began pumping my cock into his ass. His body shook under the force of my thrusts, but they didn’t deter him from aggressively licking Theresa’s pussy like oral sex was going out of style.

I fucked Miguel’s tight ass, and it felt good. Man, I hadn’t gotten laid in a long time. So I rammed my dick into Miguel’s ass. From time to time he grunted or moaned, but otherwise took it like a champ. He was a power bottom all the way. He did ask me for a break, though. I understood, and slowly pulled out of him. Miguel was now thrusting his cock into Theresa’s pussy while I fucked him in the ass. Talk about kinky. We fucked like this for a while, and I got my nut, as they say. I came, flooding Miguel’s tight ass with my cum. He finally screamed as my cum flooded his ass. That didn’t stop him from hammering his girlfriend’s pussy like a battering ram, though. Theresa wrapped her arms around Miguel’s torso, pulling him to her as they made love. I must say they made a very loving, beautiful image. Slowly, I squeezed my dick out of Miguel’s ass and watched him and his girlfriend do their thing.

It was pretty hot, I must say. Yeah. Miguel fucked Theresa’s pussy until the big woman begged for mercy. Later, I realized, she was still not sated. Wow. She said she wanted to try something new, and left the room. Miguel and I looked at each other, and smiled. What did she have in mind? Theresa reappeared a minute later, a strap-on dildo attached to her hips. My eyes widened. Um, I seriously hope she escort bayan göztepe doesn’t plan on using it on me. That thing was huge! As if reading my mind, Miguel smiled and told me that the dildo was for him. I stared at him, stunned. Good luck, amigo! I watched as he got on all fours and spread his ass cheeks. Clearly, he was no stranger to this sort of thing. Theresa laughed, and told me this was a routine thing they did in the bedroom.

With that, she took some lube and smeared it all over the dildo. The she applied the lube on Miguel’s ass. She positioned herself behind him and spread his ass cheeks. She pressed the dildo against his puckered butt hole, and gently eased it inside. I watched, fascinated. Theresa Roberts was one kinky chick! Placing her hands on Miguel’s hips, she began pumping the dildo into his ass. Miguel grimaced as she fucked him, but did not scream. Theresa seemed to really get into it. She pounded his ass with ‘her dick’. It was pretty hot, though not my cup of tea. I prefer the real thing, in any event. Theresa briefly looked at me, saw my erect dick and licked her lips. Then, she uttered a request. I blinked. What? She repeated it. Apparently, I had heard right. This big beautiful woman with the ghetto booty from hell wanted me to fuck her. In the ass. Surprisingly, I was okay with that.

Theresa tossed me the nearly depleted can of lube, and I made good use of what was left of it. I lubed up my dick, then came up behind her. I spread her plump ass cheeks and smeared some lube all around her booty hole. Then, I pressed my dick against her asshole, took a deep breath, and pushed it inside. The first thing I noticed was how warm and tight Theresa’s asshole felt around my dick. Truth be told, I’ve never fucked a woman in the ass before. I’ve fucked a lot of guys, and a few have fucked me. This, however, was a first. I took time to savor the moment. Theresa groaned as I penetrated her ass. She continued ramming her dildo into Miguel’s ass. The big Latino stud was screaming as his ass got pounded. She laughed as she made him scream. I don’t know why, but this really ticked me off. Time for Theresa to find out what it’s like to get fucked in the ass. Mercilessly, I rammed my dick as far as it would go up her ass…and heard her earth-shattering scream of protest. I must say, it was music to those ears of mine.

I laughed as I slammed my dick into Theresa’s booty hole. She was whistling a whole different tune now. I dug my fingers into the flesh of her hips as I fucked her. She squealed and told me I was splitting her ass in two. I plunged my cock into her forbidden depths of her ass, going balls deep, as they say. Theresa’s screams changed in tone, and gradually she got used to it. Her asshole, which was surprisingly elastic, began to relax. She began to enjoy herself. Clearly, she was no stranger to anal sex, though dicks like mine didn’t come around too often. We settled into a nice, easy rhythm. I fucked her slowly and steadily, and in turn, she did the same to Miguel. His screams of pain had turned into groans of pleasure. We went at it until I came for the second time that night. I will never forget Theresa’s scream as my cum flooded her booty. Man, that woman could scream loud enough to break an office building. I couldn’t believe it. Slowly, I pulled out of her. And she pulled out of a very relieved Miguel. The three of us lay on the carpeted floor, sore, covered with bodily fluids, but undoubtedly feeling very much alive.

And this, folks, is how it all began. Miguel, Theresa and I officially formed a secret society. What do we do? Oh, you know. The usual. We hang out. We have fun. We go to the movies together. We chill. And when we feel like it, we get down and dirty. Having raunchy fun that could make the Devil himself blush. Yeah, we got it like that. I no longer feel alone or bored on campus. Not with friends like these. Anyhow, it’s been real. Thanks for sticking around long enough to hear the tale. I’ve to go. Got places to be, things to do and people to see. Just promise me you’ll remember the name. peace.

Hawaii Aloha: A meeting of friends

We hear Santana and play with friends after!

This is a continuation of previous Hawaii Aloha!! stories and is best understood by reading the previous installments.

In the next days, I replayed that day with Mary like an old movie that is a personal favorite. You laugh at the jokes and thrill at the excitement, even though you know the ending; in fact, can recite the dialogue line by line.

Thursday ultimately came and I got back into the car to go and pick up Mary. On arrival she popped out of her place and cavorted over to the car with a big grin on her face. She was wearing a sleeveless floral blouse, white skirt and sandals and her braids were flying about only partly contained by a bandana that matched her blouse. I rolled down the window and she reached in and gave me a passionate kiss.

“Ready for some SANTANA!” she exulted and spun around in the grass.

I had to smile. Unlike 99% of the world, music is not really my thing and I had seriously considered begging out of the commitment. Now I was glad that I agreed to go to the concert with her. She skipped around the boot of the car and on sitting down reached across and gave me another kiss and a grin.

I backed out and for the next few moments had to make sure I knew the way to the concert hall. Mary was chatting animatedly about previous concerts and how Santana lived on Maui and so was sort of a favorite son of the island.

We ultimately arrived at the Maui Arts and Cultural Center where the concert was to be held in their open-air amphitheater. Because we were late to book the concert we were relegated to the standing room only part of the grassy amphitheater and were milling around with the other concertgoers. Mary was in her element and was chatting up every one about us. She was a force of nature and I just stood back and watched her operate.

Soon enough the concert began and I found myself standing behind Mary, my hands on her hips swaying to the music. We heard Santana and his band sing “Cloud Nine” and “Love is You Love Me” but the audience came alive with “Mandotai Black Magic Womani Gypsi Queen”. Somewhere along the way Mary began to grind her ass into my crotch with the resultant rise of my cock to full staff. I “heard” very little of the remaining concert. My total attention was in dry humping Mary. Occasionally, I would brush across her tits or feel her up under her dress. At one point, I managed to get my fingers over her pussy which I found moist and steamy!

At the conclusion of the concert we were both at advanced stages of arousal and on the verge of tearing each other’s cloths off there on the grounds of the Maui Cultural Center. But as we were exiting Mary ran into two of her many friends, Sarah and her husband Marc. Sara was a dirty blond hippie child with wavy light brown hair. Marc was short, 5ft 6 and dark with a devilish goatee and a small pot belly and wore one of those loose floral “Hawaii” shirts that look so tacky on fat pale vacationers but seems to be the only natural attire of a tanned native male.

“Hey Mary! Wats up?” Marc called out when he saw us (really her).

Mary bounced over to the couple replying, “O hey Marc! I’m just groovin’ and lovin’ the scene!”

Sara gave a little scream and ran to embrace Mary. “Weren’t they fantastic!”

“Yeah!, Santana is the best!”

I stood on the edge of our group of four, smiling at the energy of Mary and noting the irritated looks of the other concertgoers as they swirled around the obstruction that our little group created in the rush to parking lot.

“Guys, this is my friend Sam. Sam, this is Sarah and Marc.”

I put out my hand which was shunted aside as Sara gave me a big hug. In the process, Marc gave me a pat on the back saying “Hey bro!”

Sara’s embrace was a full contact affair and treated me to feel of the firm softness of her pendulous breasts through the thin material of her tank top and floor-length skirt. Little Sammie was happy to rub up against Sara’s pillowy belly and as we separated, she gave my boner a squeeze, saying, “I see Mary is up to her old tricks!”

I smiled a sheepishly back at her, saying, “yeah, Mary is certainly a handful!” As I did so, Mary possessively embraced my left arm, “He’s, the best Sara” and in a stage whisper leaned toward her friend and said “… and he’s got a big cock!”

The two women began to peel with laughter, further annoying the remaining concert goers who just wanted to get to their cars.

We chatted for a few minutes more when Sara said to Mary, “Want to come back to our place for some drinks?”

“Mary replied, sounds like fun!” and I thought “Damn. More like fun delayed!” but smiled at the two women and followed them out to the cars.

“See you soon!”

“Be there in a minute” and we separated for the privacy of our cars.

Mary turned to me as we buckled up, saying, ” I hope this is OK, Sam. It will be great! You’ll see! Sara and Marc are a lot of fun to be with.”

Ten minutes escort bayan ataşehir later we arrived at their place, one of those one story compact bungalows typical of much of Maui. So, we parked the car on the curb and walked across the grass entering the screened but otherwise open front door.

Marc was standing to the side of their comfortable living room and greeted us, “You’re here! Fantastic! Come in.”

The room was lined with bookshelves and baubles were scattered about the room accenting a pair of mismatched sofas facing each other across a small round coffee table.

“What can I get you? We have wine, beer … Sara’s mixing some sangria …”

“Beer sounds good to me”, I replied.

Mary piped in, “I’ll have some sangria!” and we sat down together in one of the sofas.

A minute or two later, Sara entered with a bowl of tortilla chips and a tinkling pitcher filled with ice, fruit and a dark red wine, setting them down on the coffee table.

Marc handed me an open bottle of Corona and we clinked bottles together as he turned to flop into the adjacent couch. Sara handed Mary a glass of sangria and then cuddled up next to her husband with her legs curled up underneath her flowing skirt.

We chatted about the concert and the recent election of the other Hawaii native son, Obama. Soon enough, a bong was out and we were taking hits of weed in addition to the alcohol. So, we were pretty waisted when the couples began to nuzzle each other in earnest. Marc had his hand down the front of Sara’s tank top and was openly tweaking her left nipple as the right one pointed the front of her shirt on the other side. Sara was running her hand up and down the surface of his left thigh dangerously close to the swelling in his crotch.

Mary was cuddled in my arms and so when our eyes met, I gave her an open-mouthed kiss. She was wet and warm and her tongue danced between my lips and so I responded by sticking my tongue back. All of a sudden, the passion that had been lapping at the surface of our consciousness burst over the damn made by the conventions of polite society and I found myself in a full make out session with Mary. She embraced me and I began to fondle her breasts through the surface of her blouse. She was bra-less and I could feel the soft pillows of them through the thin material. Her hands were all over my back and torso and our tongues were doing a kind of wet wrestling match. I started to undo the buttons of her shirt when I felt her hands caressing the surface of my crotch.

My cock had stiffened awkwardly down one pant leg and so I reached down the front of my shorts to reposition little Sam into a more comfortable position. In the process I look across at the other couch to find Marc and Sara in a tight embrace with their mouths glued together.

Mary’s hand had somehow followed mine down the front of my shorts and began to stroke my now rigid cock. So, I reached under her skirt and between her legs rub over the surface of her panty clad pussy. The material was quite moist and I could hear Mary begin to pant. I was so aroused by the hours-long foreplay at the concert that I was in no mood for the niceties and so I rudely pushed the panties aside to find her pussy sopping wet. My fingers had free access to all corners of her labia and vagina and I caressed the slippery surfaces to be rewarded by a gasp of pleasure, “aaaAAAhhh” that escaped from Mary’s lips.

It was wet on the bottom and wet on the top as our tongues explored the recesses of each other’s mouth. Soon enough I could feel Mary fumbling with the button and zipper to my shorts. With a little bit of effort my dick was free and standing. Mary jumped up and wrestled my shorts to my ankles and then kneeled between my knees.

“AAAAHHhhhhh…” I grunted as she wrapped my cock in her mouth.

“Ahhhhhh……….. aaAHhhhh” as she began to bob her head up and down deep throating me!!

My eyes were glazing over, but in the process, I happened to look across the coffee table. Marc and Sara, the voyeurs, were sitting back and watching us! Marc shorts were rumpled on the floor with his legs spread and Sara’s hand pumping his cock. Her tank top was pushed up above the big pillows of her pendulous breasts. She had large silver dollar sized, brown areolas and her nipples were pointed with excitement. Her skirt was rumpled about her waist and Marc’s left hand was planted between her out-stretched thighs.

Mary exclaimed, “FUCK ME!” and as I turned back to her she was stripping her skirt and nickers to the floor. She then turned to kneel on the sofa presenting the round dome of her ass to me.

With her ass practically in my face, I had to take a quick sniff of the earthy aroma emanating from her pussy. Her lips were pink and swollen with excitement and a whitish cream accented the coffee colored skin at the margins of cunt. I kicked off my shorts and turned to position my cock at the entrance of her pussy and then drove it home escort bayan pendik in one slick thrust.

“OOOhhhhh!” Mary cried and we began to buck against each other in a wild abandon. I grabbed her hips and pounded with as much force as I could muster. She was so aroused that her cream began to drip over the surface of my scrotum. The heat of her pussy and the cooling of her juices on my sack was driving me crazy! I fingered along the join between my thrusting cock and her slick pussy and smeared some of the cream over the surface of her ass-hole, probing at the surface.

“aaaaAAAHHHhhhh!” she exclaimed and I could feel her cunt clench around my rigid cock.

In the process of the pounding and the probing and the grunting and the gasping, I turned once more to see what Marc and Sara were up to. But they were still there, bobbing cock in hand and finger spread pussy watching Mary and I perform! So, I thought, “What the hell!” and grasping Mary’s hips to keep us joined together and sat back in the couch drawing Mary to sit on my lap, cock in pussy, reverse cowgirl style.

Mary look up and yelled, “What the fuck! You perverts!” but then began to bounce up and down in my lap.

I peeked around Mary and saw Marc mesmerized with a big smile on his face and Sara laughing. I then reached for the buttons of Mary’s blouse, finishing the process that I had started earlier and then opened Mary’s shirt for effect.

Marc gave a wolf whistle as I remove her shirt to make her completely naked before them.

“You like our show?” Mary exclaimed as she continued to piston up and down on my cock. She was streaming juices all over my balls and crotch and delivering electric shocks up my spine with each pump.

Marc responded, “Yeah Mary it’s a real turn on to watch that big white dick pump into the beautiful black pussy of yours!”

I reached around with my left hand and began to pinch Mary’s nipple on that side and with my right hand I diddled with her clit.

“AAAAAAAhhhhhh …FUCK Sam!… Keep doing that!”

Then I heard “OOOOOHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh FUCKkkkkkk…” and looking around Mary I saw a fountain of cum spurt, spurt, spurt in decreasing founts across Marc’s hairy chest as Sara continued to pump up and down along his cock.

Mary yelled, “Yeah, I knew you were enjoying our show!” and began to pound more insistently into my lap.

Marc collapsed back onto the couch, spent and Sara jumped up and ripped off what was left of her cloths. The next thing I knew, I was feeling Sara’s hands on my thighs as she knelt between my knees and then there was a tickle of her hair over my scrotum.

“OOOh FUCKkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…….” Mary exclaimed. I could feel Sara’s tongue lapping along my balls on its way to Mary’s clit.

Mary grabbed Sara’s head holding it against our crotch as Sara’s tongue flicked over us.

“OOOOOOOhhhhhh fuck….fuck…..FUCK!!!…….” Mary cried and I could feel her pussy pulsate around my clenched cock.

The sensation was too much for me and I cried, “OOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh!” spurting into her. Then “Ohhh” as Sara licked my balls and “Ohhh” as she did it again.

Mary collapsed back into me and I blacked out for a time in the post orgasm void that frequently happens.

As I returned to my senses, Mary was a warm soft presence in my arms. Then I noticed the slick, sticky wetness of our combined secretions flooding my groin as Mary turned to kiss me and my dick popped free. Sara had disappeared and now reappeared with a warm moist washcloth to help clean the mess.

Mary hopped down and scampered off toward the bathroom with the washcloth pressed at her crotch and Sara sat down to the right of me saying, “Wow! That was sexy!”

I turned toward Sara and reached between her thighs, replying, “Yeah, it was great! But I don’t think you got yours,” and then lightly brushed along the surface of her pussy.

She gave a little huff and turning toward me gave an open-mouthed kiss. We embraced with a lot of tongue and hands running along each other’s flanks.

Mary soon returned and in mock anger said, “What’s this! Stealing my man, Sara!”

Still firmly embracing me, Sara turned and replied, “Not stealing, just borrowing for a minute!”

I added, “Yeah Mary, we all got ours but Marc has left Sara high and dry” and nodded to the snoring heap that was Marc on the facing couch.

Sara turned back to me and we resumed kissing, probing each other’s mouths with our tongues. The couch shifted as Mary settled on to the other side of Sara and began to nuzzle her neck and stroke her back. So, I began to fondle Sara’s breasts and twist her nipples eliciting an “AAahhh!” from Sara.

Sara lay back onto the couch and huffed in pleasure so Mary leaned down and took Sara’s right nipple into her mouth causing another, “Aaahh!”

Rising, I spread Sara’s thighs and kneeled between them. She had a thick light brown-blond bush and her labia were gaping open and a glistening escort bayan ümraniye scarlet. She had a big fleshy clitoris that was semi-erect and engorged over the dark gash of the entrance to her vagina.

I reached out and ran my fingers over the slippery folds of her labia and into the entrance of her pussy. In and about I played with her pussy and then a circular diddle of her clit.

“OOoohhhh!”

I looked up to see Mary kissing and sucking her way up Sara’s exposed throat and then turned to kiss and suck my way along the inner surfaces of Sara’s thighs. Sara stilled beneath me, holding her breath in anticipation. So being a tease, I waited … and waited … and then licked up across the surface of her pussy and over the top of her clit.

“OOOOOooohhhhhh!”

I smiled at her pleasure and then began to lick and suck her labia and clitoris.

“Oh God, Sam! That’s good! But I want that fat cock of yours in me!” and saying so, Sara pushed me back so I was laying on the carpet. My dick had partially revived and was semi erect when she grasped it and popped it into her mouth as she kneeled between my legs.

“Ohh,” I husked.

In the meantime, Mary had also kneeled beside me and began to suck at my nipples.

“Aahhh!”

Mary’s pussy was less than an arm’s length away from me and so I reached between her thighs and began to play with her pussy. Sara was gargling below me as she bobbed up and down on my cock. Oh, that felt good! Mary started kissing her way down my torso and then she and Sara began sharing my cock between them, one mouth fucking me while the other licked my scrotum and then over my ass hole!

“OOOoohhh!”

Mary was stretched out beside me and so I worked my way under her. Her bald pussy was swollen and slick from her own secretions and the remnants of mine and exuded the musky odor of a woman in heat. I began to lick and suck her pussy lips and clit and she rose up from my crotch and sinking hers on top of my face, nearly smothering me. At the same time, Sara straddled me, positioned my cock and sat driving little Sam deep into the warm liquid embrace of her pussy.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh!” Sara cried

“OoOohhh…!” I burbled through the folds of Mary’s pussy.

Sara began to bob up and down on my cock and Mary mashed her pussy into my face, with increasing grunts of pleasure from all three of us.

After, a time, Sara exclaimed, “Oh, fuck! I just can’t get off that way! Mary can you get up I need Sam to fuck me from behind.”

So, they rose off of me and I sat up. Sara had turned onto all fours with her curvaceous ass pointed at me her, breasts swaying between the columns of her arms. I kneeled behind her and rubbed my cock along the slippery gash of her pussy then thrusting it in.

“Oohhhhhh, that’s good Sam!”

I took hold of her hips and began to thrust, thrust, thrust into her to the slap, slap, slap of my balls against her clit.

Mary watched for a moment and then crawled beneath Sara and began to suckle her tits.

“Oh God, that’s nice Mary.”

Sara must have been very turned on because there was cream forming around the margins of her pussy as I penetrated her. Her vaginal muscles had a pulsating grip on my cock as it slid in and out of her and each thrust sent another shock of joy up my torso. I could hear Sara panting and grunting below me. There was a rustling below us.

“OOOOooohhh, MY GODddd!”

Mary had managed to lick Sara’s clit while I was pumping from behind.

“OOOhhhhhh, GOD!!” and Sara arched her head backward in ecstasy. She then dipped her head between Marys’ legs.

“Aaahhhh!” Mary responded.

So, the two women were doing 69 while I pumped from behind just as I had envisioned in Even Cowgirls Get the Blues. Occasionally, Mary would lick my testicles as they swung by, sending an additional euphoric shock through me.

The grunting and gasping picked up pace with each of us entering that euphoric zone of pre-orgasm. The sexual energy was super charged and reverberated from person to person in a crescendo of joy.

I was approaching orgasm and took some of the cream exuding from Sara’s pussy and painted it over her ass hole. I heard an extra sharp exhale from Sara and her pussy clamped tighter around my cock milking me for my cum. So, I pushed my thumb and it slipped part way into the ring of her ass.

Sara’s head reared backward, “oooOOOOOOooohhhhh!!’

I felt Mary’s head rise between my thighs as she began to suck on Sara’s clit.

“OOOOOHHHhhhhh!!”

Then I thrust with both my cock and thumb fully penetrating both orifices.

“OOOHHHHhhhhhhh, GOD!!!” and Sara began to tremble with ecstacy.

The velvet grip of Sara’s pussy spasmed with her orgasm, driving me over the edge and I responded, “AAAAHHHhhhh!!” and pump, pump, pumped my cum into her waiting pussy.

We collapsed in a heap, nearly smothering Mary below us.

Once again, I was lost in the post coital glow, only to wake few seconds or an eternity later, laying on my side with my arms cuddling Sara from behind.

Mary was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, smiling at us and said, “well Sara got hers now!”

Sara responded, “Mmmmm….” and snuggled back into me.

We lazed on the floor in a euphoric haze, slightly sweaty with cum oozing from our privates for a few more minutes when Sara sat up saying, “What time is it?”

This story is a direct sequel to The Earl’s “Do Anything For You?”. I’d like to dedicate this story to tolyk, who’s been such a sport about letting us use him as a character in our stories.

“Do anything for you?”

I looked at him. He smiled at me, a dirty, provocative smile. Do anything for me? He had just fulfilled my dream of seeing two men together. Do anything for me? In front of my very own eyes, 2 handsome men had kissed and stripped and acted out a scene that could have fitted in a professional porno movie! DO ANYTHING FOR ME???

I rose from my chair and slid my hands in under my skirt. I eased my knickers off, let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. When I held them up, both of them could see the dark fabric where my excitement had left a damp mark.

“That much, eh?” he said.

I sat down again, imitating Sharon Stone’s famous scene in Basic Instinct.

“Shame on you,” I said reproachfully. “Getting a girl all hot and horny like this – now what are you going to do about it?”

He still grinned, and came up to me. He kneeled before me, lifted my skirt up, and parted my legs. He leaned in, and I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes when I felt his tongue between my lips. I slid further down in the armchair to give him better access, and I took a playful grip on his hair to show him who was in charge here. I opened my eyes and saw our friend sit up in bed and watch us intently. He licked his lips thoughtfully, met escort bayan kadıköy my eyes and smiled.

“Can I play, too?” he said.

“Ask the lady,” said my `slave´. “I’m not sure she can handle the 2 of us at once..?”

Oooh, do I have a fetish for accents! And here I had a Brit and a Canuck, both tickling my fancy – audibly and visually!

“Don’t be silly,” I said. “OF COURSE I can handle both of you at once!”

To prove it, I pulled my slave back to his position, and reached for the other one. He stepped up to me, and I took his dick in my mouth. I sucked my cheeks in to make the cavity tighter, and bobbed my head up and down, sucking him hard. Then they switched places, and I got to enjoy my Canadian friend’s marvelous tongue work. The position I was sitting in wasn’t very comfortable, though, so I suggested to my playmates that we should move over to the bed. The Canadian was instructed to lie down on his back, so I could stand on all four and suck him. This left me in the perfect position for a game of “hide-the-bone”, aka “doggystyle”. We all got in position, and I moaned happily when I felt my pussy being stretched out by the hard little Union Jack – not that he was LITTLE, in any way!

The pounding from behind, accompanied by some squeezing of my butt, distracted me a little from my own pleasant work, but I pulled myself together. I’d told them I could do both at once; I had to escort bayan kartal defend my honor here! I alternated between deepthroating the dick in my mouth and pulling it out to lick its head and nibble on the owner’s balls. A coy look every now and then told me he was enjoying the treatment.

Then I lost my concentration for a bit , when the sensations in my eagerly stimulated pussy grew to the level where I couldn’t ignore them anymore. I jerked off the dick I was working my magic on to keep it hard, pushed back against the attacks from behind, and let out a growl when I had my first orgasm for that night.

“What was that?” my rider chuckled. “Mating call of the Swedes?” my `lollipop´ teased me.

“You linguistic schmucks!” I said. “That’s Swedish for `one more, please´.”

“Move over,” said the Canadian. “I want to learn some Swedish, too.”

The men switched places again, and I licked my own fluids off the cock that had been so thoroughly coated in them. This one was slightly shorter than the other, which enabled me to take all of it in, down to the root. The curly hair tickled my nose. He moaned happily and pulled my hair back so he could watch his cock disappear into my mouth. Meanwhile, my pussy was opened up by another handsome visitor, and I purred when the big tool moved in and out, pushing me forward for each thrust. I got a sudden vision of what this must look like – one guy thrusting escort bayan maltepe into me, pushing me face down over the other one until I’d gotten all that cock in, then we pulled back, and forward we’d go again, like a machine.

“The lean, mean, multi-national sex machine!” I thought, and chuckled.

“Having fun, are you?” they said.

“Uhm-hmm,” I said, and licked on the cock in my hand like it had been an ice cream. “Come on!” I called over my shoulder. “Faster! Harder!”

He obeyed willingly, and pretty soon I had to abandon my sucking toy to be able to cry out.

“Yes! Just a little more… yes! Yes! Like that! Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygooooooooood… if you stop now, I’ll KILL you!”

They laughed at this, but I got my 2:nd orgasm, and so did my Canadian rider. He collapsed next to us, panting. With my lust thus temporarily satisfied, I could concentrate on the blowjob I was performing. I pulled the skin down tight, held the cock steady by the base, and used my free hand to form a circle that I slid up and down the shaft. I let the tip of my tongue tickle that sensitive string between the head and the shaft. He groaned and threw his head back into the pillows.

“Bloody hell!” he grunted.

“That good, eh?” our friend teased him.

He didn’t get a coherent answer, because my continued attacks against this magic spot – men’s equivalent to the clit – made me victim thrash on and off, moaning and whining. The Canadian watched us with amusement. When I finally decided to stop torturing my fellow European, I let his dick glide deep into my mouth. He moaned wildly, arched his back off the bed, and his cum welled down my throat and made me cough.

I stretched out between my friends, tired but happy. They wrapped their arms around me, and we dozed off.

Do anything for me?

HELL, yes!

So nun geht es weiter.

Nochmal kritik empfinde ich als positiv, allerdings wer die Story nicht gut findet muss sie ja nicht lesen.

Die nächsten Tage verliefen ereignislos,viel Arbeit und wenig Abwechslung.

Am Freitag nach der Arbeit sass ich mit Hilde in der Küche,da eröffnete Sie mir das sie Anfang November mit Eva,Karin und Lisa für unbestimmte Zeit nach Mallorca fliegt und sie sich dort mit Monja treffen würden.

“ihr 4auf Mallorca, für länger,wie lange?”fragte ich.

Hilde meinte mindestens bis April, die drei Mädels kommen immer mal wieder zurück aber ich lass es mir dort gut gehen.

Für Hilde war alles gesagt.

Die Zeit bis zur Abreise verlief ereignislos, Anfang November flogen die Mädels ab und ich war erst mal allein.

Meine Zeit verging mit Arbeit bei Arno und nachmittags bei Rieke, Abends war ich alleine, sexuell tat sich nichts.

Nach zwei Wochen hielt ich es nicht mehr aus und beschloss Illona zu besuchen in der Hoffnung das sie Zeit für mich hat.

An Lisas Anwesen angekommenen schwand meine Hoffnung,auf dem Parkplatz standen mindestens 10 Autos, aber nun war ich schon mal da also ging ich die Stufen hinauf und klingelte.

Eine mir unbekannte rothaarige Frau so um die 40 öffnete mir,Sie sah wirklich sexy aus sehr schlank in einem schwarzen Minikleid und roten sehr hohen Mules,ihre langen schlanken Beine waren nackt und ihre Zehen knallrot lackiert.

Auch Sie musterte mich,lächelte und sagte” Hey ich bin Sonja,und du musst Lars sein,komm rein”

Ich war total irritiert und trat ein. Sonja schloss die Tür hinter mir.

Erst jetzt antwortete ich “ja ich bin Lars,ähm ich wollte eigentlich zu Ilona”.

“Da hast du heute Pech,Sie escort bahçelievler gibt eine Ihrer Partys,da ist das Haus voll”

Ich Glotze sie nur Verständnis los an.

Sonja lächelte und vorderte mich auf ihr zu folgen.

Das machte ich.

Ich muss immer wieder sagen,eine Frau gleich welchen Alters,die es versteht sich in High Heels zu bewegen ist für mich das erotischte was es gibt,und Sonja war eine Meisterin.

Soja führte mich zu einem kleinen Fenster”schau mal da durch dann verstehst du was ich meine”

Vorsichtig schaute ich durch das Fenster,auf das was ich da sah war ich in keiner weise vorbereitet.

In dem Raum waren mindestens 15 nackte Männer verschiedenen Alters,alle standen um ein rundes mit Latex bezogenen Bett,auf dem ritt Ilona einen der Männer ab.

Ilona trug weisse Nylons und weisse Lackpumps, ansonsten war Sie nackt.

Die umstehenden feuerten Sie an doch Ilona hörte auf und vorderte 2 von den Männern auf näher zu kommen,dem einen rief sie zu er solle

Sie in den Po ficken den anderen steifen zog Sie zu sich ran und blies ihn.

sofort begann die Action alle drei hâmmerten in Ilonas Löcher, dann spritzten die drei ihre Ladung Sperma fast gleichzeitig in und auf Ilona ab.

Es war ein geiler, verstörender Anblick.

Kaum das die drei fertig waren füllten schon wieder frische Schwänze Ilonas Löcher.

Ilona feuerte ihrerseits die Männer an sie richtig hart zu ficken.bei dem Anblick wurde mein Schwanz ebenfalls steinhart.

Sonja stand dicht hinter mir ich spürte Ihren warmen Atem in meinem Nacken,ich hörte wie Sie leise stönte.

Leise hauchte Sie mir escort beyoğlu ins Ohr”na macht es dich an?mich macht es geil”

Ohne auf eine Antwort zu warten öffnete Sie von hinten meine Hose holte. meinen Schwanz raus und wichste ihn, ich musste mich konzentrieren um nicht sofort zu spritzen.

Vor uns wechselten sich die Männer wieder ab alle drei hatten ihr Sperma auf Ihrem körper entladen überall lief Ilona das Sperma am Körper herunter und tropfte aus Ihren weit geöffneten Körperöffnungen.

Sonja drehte sich um und bückte sich und forderte mich auf Sie zu ficken,ich war wie benommen vor Gier und Geilheit und kam der Aufforderung nur zu gerne nach, ich hielt Sie am Becken fest sonst wäre Sie Vornübergefallen und hämmerte drauf los,nur um Sekunden später in ihr zu kommen.

Wir keuchten beide,mir war klar das Sonja nicht gekommen war, ich drehte Sie um lehnte sie gegen die Wand,kniete mich vor Sie und leckte ihre Tropfnasse Möse ein herrliches gemisch was ich dort schmeckte.

Auch Sonja gefiel es,den sie kam in einem gewaltigen Strahl in mein Gesicht,einfach geil.

Kaum das wir uns erholt hatten schauten wir wieder dem Treiben im Nebenraum zu.

Dort hatte sich das Bild geändert, Ilona lag rücklings auf der vor Sperma triefenden Latexunterlage,die Männer stellten sich davor auf und Ilona rief ihnen zu ” los ihr Ferkel macht mich sauber”

Was nun folgte war wieder unbeschreiblich einer nach dem anderen oder in kleinen Gruppen pissten nun in Ilonas Löcher,auf ihren Körper und auch in ihr Gesicht.

Ilona schien es zu Genießen und feuerte die umstehenden an noch mehr Gas zu geben und sie taten es.

Der Anblick escort beşiktaş war ja wie war er? Verstörend und Geil,ja so würde ich es beschreiben.

Sonja neben mir schaute fasziniert auf die Szenerie,ihren Blick konnte ich nicht deuten.

Dann war ees vorbei,die Männer gingen nach und nach aus dem Raum und zum Schluss verschwand auch die triefnasse Ilona.

Sonja sagte mir ich solle schon mal in die Küche gehen sie würde sich schnell frisch machen sie bekäme noch Besuch.

In der Küche nahm ich mir etwas zu trinken und setzte mich,nach kurzer Zeit erschien Ilona in der Küche,Sie war frisch geduscht und trug einen weißen Trainingsanzug und Turnschuhe dazu,Sie war ungeschminkt und ihre langen Haare waren noch nass.

Ilona begrüßte mich herzlich und setzte mich zu mir.

Ich war zu neugierig und fragte sie” hey bist du nach der Action nicht völlig fertig?”

Ilona lächelte mich an und sagte “oh,du hast zugeschaut? ja es war schon ziemlich heftig aber total geil,so 1 bis2 mal im Monat mache ich solche Partys,ich liebe es von so vielen Männern benutzt und gevögelt zu werden.”

Ich staunte nicht schlecht und bewunderte Ilonas Energie.

Wir redeten noch ein bisschen da kam Sonja in die Küche,sie sah umwerfend heiß aus, Sonja trug einen schwarzen Body aus Spitze,dazu schwarze Nylons und rote hohe Sandaletten,mir stand der Mund offen.

Sonja umarmte Ilona und gab ihr einen Zungenkuss.

Beide grinsten mich an als sie meinen verwirrten Gesichtsausdruck sahen Sonja sagte” na Lars schau nicht so wir beide sind schon lange ein Paar und wenn es ginge würden wir heiraten.”

Ich schaute beide an und war nur noch verwirrter,es sollte noch eine ganze weile dauern bis ich alle Zusammenhänge begriff.

Es klingelte und Sonja verschwand mit den Worten ich muss ihr beiden da kommt mein Besuch.

Ilona sagte mir das sie für heute Feierabend mache,und sagte komm doch in den nächsten Tagen mal vorbei du könntest uns bei ein paar Reparaturen helfen.

Ich versprach ihr vorbei zu kommen und fuhr nach Hause.

Selten klappt etwas, besonders bei der Bahn. Eigentlich war geplant, dass ich nur Donnerstag bis Sonntag Urlauberzüge fahren sollte. Mein Dispatcher überraschte mich aber Donnerstags mit einem 7 Tage Dienstplan. Zum Glück konnte ich meine Kleidungsbestände in Rügen auffüllen.

Inzwischen war wieder Donnerstag und mein letzter Dienst stand bevor. Dann hätte ich bis Dienstag frei. Aber noch war es ein heißer Mittag und ich lag in Prora am Strand. Seit der heißen Nummer mit dem Schwarzen war ich praktisch Dauergeil. Dazu kam noch mein erster Analsex mit dem Fremden. All das sorgte in mir nicht mehr für Angst, Scham oder anderen negativen Gefühlen sondern entfachte ein Feuer des Verlangens zwischen meinen Beinen.

Die letzten Tage hatte ich zwar meine Periode aber selbst die konnte meine Lust kaum eindämmen.

Dazu war es mir auch unmöglich selbst Abhilfe zu schaffen. Unsere Containerunterkünfte waren sehr hellhörig und so hörte ich nicht nur mehrere Kollegen schnarchen sondern manchmal auch wie ein Kollege onaniert. Da ich bei der Selbstbefriedigung mit Sicherheit laut wäre, wüssten alle Kollegen sofort Bescheid. Immerhin war ich aktuell die einzige Frau.

Immerhin hatte Rügen aber auch einige Vorteile. Da wir nachts mit Doppelstockzügen aus dem Regionalverkehr fuhren, hatten wir tagsüber frei. Ich fuhr meinen Zug immer bis Berlin, hier wechselte ich schnell mit einem Kollegen der den Zug zu seinem Bestimmungsort.

In Berlin liefen alle Urlauberzüge aus dem Süden in Richtung Ostsee zusammen. Ohne weiter ins Detail zu gehen, es war super stressig von einem Ende des Bahnhofs zum nächsten durch hunderte Umsteiger zu laufen, um meinen Zug zurück nach Rügen zu übernehmen. Immerhin waren inzwischen alle Langstreckenfahrten aufgrund der Hitze mit dem PKW verboten.

Heute aber hieß es nur bis Berlin zu fahren, 20 Uhr Abfahrt mit dem ersten Zug des Abends bestehend aus neun Doppelstockwagen. Frisch aus dem Stillstandsmanagement und mit Höchstgeschwindigkeit 140km/h. Ich freute mich darauf. Ich würde jetzt aber noch etwas in der Sonne liegen, nackt wie Gott mich schuf und 13 Uhr zurück in unsere Unterkunft fahren, etwas Essen und dann schlafen.

So kam es auch aber pünktlich 19.30 Uhr stand ich frisch geduscht und noch etwas frischer durchgeschwitzt in Binz am Bahnhof und war einen letzten Blick an meinem Zug entlang. Hunderte Menschen bestiegen langsam die aufgeheizten Wagen. Es würde noch dauern bis die Klimaanlage Wirkung zeigen würde. Dann hievte ich meinen Trolleykoffer auf die Lok und kletterte hinterher.

Drei Stunden später Donnerte mein Zug mit 140 Sachen auf Berlin zu. In 45 Minuten hab ich es geschafft dachte ich mir. Ich war voll auf meine Arbeit konzentriert aber trotzdem hatte ich noch Zeit über meine Befriedigung nachzudenken. Mehrere male hatte ich mir schon überlegt mit welchem Dildo ich mich heute befriedigen würde. Jeder versprach Lust aber etwas in mir schrie immer wieder LANGWEILIG! Ich wollte etwas mehr Kick, etwas krasseres was mich mehr puschte. Das Gefühl zu beschreiben war mir nicht möglich. Vielleicht war ich einfach nur Geil.

Endlich rollte ich in den Berliner Hauptbahnhof. Sanft bremsen, die Bremse anlegen und dann mache ich schon die Ablösung mit einem Kollegen. Ein kurzer Smalltalk und 10 Minuten später stehe ich vor meinem kleinem Flitzer in der Tiefgarage, der Koffer ist verstaut und ich hab mir vorher noch andere Kleidung rausgesucht. Für das was ich vorhabe ist meine Dienstuniform denkbar ungeeignet. Aufgeregt halte ich einige Minuten später in einer kleinen Seitenstraße, mühsam ziehe ich mich in meinen Flitzer aus. Die Dienstbluse, meine Hose, die Söckchen, den BH und zum Schluss der Slip.

Alls das Stopfe ich schnell in eine Tüte die hinter dem Sitz verschwindet und dann werfe ich mir ein

Sommerkleid über. Dann bin ich schon wieder unterwegs durch das heiße Berlin und erreiche kurz darauf „meinen”Sexshop. Vom letzten mal weiß ich ja noch Bescheid, parke schnell auf dem leeren Parkplatz im Hinterhof und bin dann schon zwei Minuten später mit Herzklopfen im Sexshop.

Etwas Aufgeregt peile ich am Anfang die Lage, anscheinend bin ich die einzige şişli escort Kundin. Außer einem Verkäufer ist niemand da.

Heute ist es ein anderer Typ, etwas älter aber gepflegt.

„Wir schließen um 1 Uhr.” sagt er sobald er mein eintreten bemerkt hat.

Ich erschrecke kurz, das ist ja in 15 Minuten.

Dann wird es nichts mit dem Besuch in den hinteren Räumlichkeiten stelle ich enttäuscht fest.

„Schließ dann auch euer Kino?” Frage ich ihn zögerlich.

„Nein, dass hat bis morgen früh auf. An der Treppe gibt es doch einen Automat für die Eintrittskarten.”

„Ok, danke.” Antworte ich.

„Willst Du eine Karte?”

„Vielleicht.” antworte ich und beginne dann durch die Reihen zu schlendern.

Im Kopf hatte ich schon eine grobe Idee was ich kaufen wollte und so führte mich mein Weg zu der Bekleidung. Hier hätte ich sicher Stunden wühlen können aber die Zeit drängte. Eigentlich wollte ich einen 1/4 Cup BH aber in meiner Größe sah es damit sehr schlecht aus also Entschied ich mich schnell für eine Art Ketten BH. Ich wusste nicht genau was ich mir da ausgesucht hatte aber schon der Gedanke daran was es sein könnte, sorgte für ein Kribbeln meiner Pflaume.

„In 5 Minuten würde ich gern schließen!” rief der Verkäufer nicht ganz unfreundlich durch den Laden.

Ich schnappte mir meine Beute und gehe Richtung Kasse, dabei schweifen mein Blicke noch etwas links und rechts. In Gedanken bin ich noch einmal bei meinem Abenteuer von letzter Woche und eine kleine Woge Lust durchströmt mich. Kurzentschlossen greife ich im vorbeigehen noch einmal bei den Analplugs zu. Ich habe mir einen kleine schwarzen gewählt der vielleicht so groß ist wie der Penis vom letzten mal. Dann stehe ich auch schon an der Kasse, der Verkäufer beeilt sich und erleichtert mich um 60€. Dann packt er noch noch verschmitzt lächelnd eine Eintrittskarten in den Einkaufsbeutel.

„Falls aus dem Vielleicht noch ein Ja wird.” sagt er grinsend.

Dann stehe ich auch schon auf der Straße und er schließt die Tür hinter mir ab.

Mit etwas Herzklopfen gehe ich zurück auf den Parkplatz aber anstatt zu meinem Wagen steuere ich direkt die Tür für das Kino und den Cruisingbereich an.

Wie beim letzten mal schiebe ich die Magnetkarte in den Schlitz und die Tür öffnet sich.

Vor mir sehe ich wieder den rot gefliesten Vorraum, die Technomusik wummert wieder im Hintergrund und ich rieche diesen eigenartigen Duft, frisch und doch anders nach Körper und Sex.

Zielstrebig steuere ich die Umkleide an und wie beim letzten mal kann ich an den Türen der Umkleideschränke einen Code eingeben. Diesmal nehme ich aber alles anders war den heute bin ich proaktiv hier und nicht nur zum „schauen”. Schnell fliegt meine Handtasche, mein Kleid und meine Schuhe in den Spind. Dann lege ich mit den Ketten BH um. Er ist recht einfach aufgebaut. Ein Lederhalsband mit 4 Ringen. An den äußeren Ringen ist jeweils eine Kette befestigt die in einem Bogen nach unten läuft und dann wieder zurück zu dem unteren Ring in der Mitte. Die Ketten lege ich jetzt um jeweils eine Brust und zu meinem erstaunen verschwindet ein Teil der Kette unter meinen Möpsen. Eine weitere Kette läuft am unteren Ende einmal entlang, die beiden anderen sind daran befestigt und ich kann sie hinter meinem Rücken mit einem einfachen Verschluss verschließen. Nach einem kurzen Moment des Überlegens kann ich den BH schnell anlegen.

Anschließend packe ich noch den Plug aus. Dann gehe ich noch schnell zu der Toilette und pullere. Bis jetzt habe ich noch niemanden gesehen oder bemerkt. Gerade diese Ungewissheit bringt meine Möse aber zum pulsieren. Um die Hitze meiner Lenden etwas abzukühlen und für die Hygiene dusche ich mich noch einmal kurz ab und wasche mir ordentlich meine Möse und meinen Po.

Mit ein paar Papiertaschentüchern trockne ich mich notdürftig ab.

Noch immer feucht von der Nässe und mit dem Plug in der Hand, gehe ich durch den Vorhang in den Kinobereich. Wieder breitet sich der weiche Teppich unter meinen Füßen aus und wieder ist es ein aufregendes Gefühl. Hinter dem Vorhang höre ich noch wie die Tür aufgeht. Anscheinend osmanbey escort kommt noch ein Gast.

Zur wummernden Technomusik gehe ich langsam vorwärts. Ich hatte mir vorgenommen, mein Treiben diesmal aktiver zu gestalten und mir einfach zu nehmen was ich wollte.

Im Schwulenkino saß ein einzelner Mann, er folgte gebannt dem geschehen auf der Leinwand und schien dabei zu onanieren. In den Separees fand ich niemand und im normalen Kino saßen zwei Männer. Ich überlegte kurz ob ich mich einfach zu den beiden setzen sollte, die Gelegenheit war günstig. Zwischen den beiden war ein Platz frei. Eine Sekunde überlegte ich noch und schaute in Kino. Beide schienen mich nicht zu bemerken. Dann verschob ich den Plan, ich wollte erst in den Keller. Ich hatte ja noch meinen Plug in der Hand.

Unten angekommen steuerte ich Zielstrebig den gynäkologischen Raum an. Hier an der Wand hingen Tuben mit Gleitcreme. Ich tropfte etwas davon auf die Spitze vom Plug.

Bei dem Gedanken was jetzt kam wurde mir heiß und kalt. Ich hockte mich einfach hin und setzte den Plug an meinem Hintereingang an. Langsam schob ich, spürte den Druck an meiner Rosette. Ich atmete kurz durch, veränderte meine Position etwas und schob weiter. Langsam glitt der Plug in mich, er drückte meine Rosette immer weiter auseinander. Gerade als ich das Gefühl hatte es geht nicht, war er drin und flutschte den letzten Millimeter bis er saß. Meine Möse tropfte vor Erregung.

Ich hätte es mir sofort machen können so geil war ich aber dass wollte ich nicht. Wie eine Spannfeder wollte ich mich immer weiter mit sexueller Energie aufladen.

Ich erforschte noch dieses neue Gefühl, etwas fühlte es sich an wie ein voller Enddarm aber ich hatte gelesen, dass sich das legt.

Mit einem letzten, fast sehnsüchtigen Blick verließ ich den Gyn Raum wieder. Den zweiten Raum konnte ich das letzte Mal nicht erforschen. Es war ein Darkroom, komplett mit Matten ausgelegt und absolut dunkel. Dann ging ich in den SM Raum. Auch hier war niemand. Ich schaute mich etwas um und Genuss den erregenden Gedanken des ausgeliefert seins. Dann ging ich wieder auf den dunklen Flur. Anscheinend war niemand in den letzten Minuten hier runter gekommen.

Ich überprüfte noch kurz die Kabinen aber ich die waren Leer. Ich war jetzt vielleicht fünfzehn Minuten im Keller und nahm mir jetzt eine Sekunde um meine Gefühle zu erforschen.

Gerade die Leere und eine gewisse Ungewissheit hier unten erregten mich und dieses Gefühl wollte ich weiter auskosten und wenn es ging steigern. Wo konnte das besser gehen wie in einem Darkroom? Schnell verschwinde ich darin und erkunde den Raum zuerst auf allen vieren an der Wand entlang. Der Raum ist auf jeden Fall 3-4 Meter breit und in der Länge noch etwas größer. Außerdem ist der komplett mit Matten ausgelegt und wirklich stockdunkel. Ich bin die einzige darin und am hinteren Ende lege ich mich erst einmal flach hin, ziehe ich die Beine an und stelle mir vor wie ich mein Geschlecht einem Mann präsentiere. Einige Minuten nehme ich immer neue Stellungen ein, immer mit dem Gedanken wie ich mich jemanden zum Ficken am besten anbieten könnte. Mein Kopfkino läuft auf Hochtouren, ich habe fast Angst schon von meiner Fantasie einen Orgasmus zu bekommen, schaue immer wieder bittend zum Vorhang. Aus meiner Möse tropft schon der Schleim der Geilheit.

Wieder liege ich auf dem Rücken, ziehe meine gespreizten Beine an soweit es geht und biete mich der Dunkelheit an. Sehnsüchtig blicke ich zum Vorhang und endlich scheint er sich zu bewegen.

Ja 1-2 Schritte auf der Matte, ein Schnuppern ist zu hören. Klar. Hier muss alles nach meiner weiblichen Lust riechen. Absolute Dunkelheit! Der Vorhang ist wieder zu. Weitere Vorsichtige Schritte, ich erschauere vor Lust. Meine Möse brennt vor Verlangen! Ich spreize meine Beine noch weiter und ziehe die Knie weiter an mich. Ich liege ich! Deine Fotze” würde ich am liebsten schreien. Der Besucher scheint kurz innezuhalten, ich atme schwer aber so leise es geht. Eine Kette klirrt leise, ganz leise. Wieder Schritte, diesmal ganz nah. Ein Fuß der meinen Po berührt. Er hält an der Fuß escort bayan taksim tastet kurz. Linke Pobacke, rechte Pobacke Plug und Muschi. Ein weiterer Schritt und Geräusche. Er hockt vor mir.Ich merke wie ich meine Augen verdrehe und dann Spüre ich etwas hartes. Sein Glied,es wippt kurz auf meinem Venushügel, eine Hand die das Glied umfasst. Er Dirigiert es zu meiner Spalte, taucht hinein und findet mein Loch!

Dann versenkt er seinen Schwanz in mir! Ahh stöhne ich hoch und heißer! Der Plug macht mich noch enger und noch Empfindlicher. Er legt sich auf mich, sein wohlriechender Körper auf mir und sein Kopf neben meinen. Dann fängt er an sich zu bewegen, stößt hart zu und gleich mit Tempo. Ich könnte explodieren und kann es nicht. Der Plug macht mich eng und überreizt mich.

Heißer und ohne Kontrolle stöhne ich. „AHH AHHHH AHHH AHH AH AH AH AH”

Laut, kurz, rhythmisch heißer und abgehackt. Schon fickt er mein Loch im höchsten Tempo. Er will schnell abspritzen, hämmer seinen Schwanz in schneller Folge immer wieder in mich.

Dann bäumt er sich auf und auch ich Explodiere. Er liegt zehn Sekunden auf Mir dann steht er auf. Ich zittere noch vom Orgasmus und bekomme kaum was mit. Anscheinend sind aber weitere Personen im Raum. Klar laut genug bin ich gewesen. Das alles denke ich fast unterbewusst. Lasse meine Beine kurz gehen aber jemand drückt sie gleich wieder zurück. „Hier ist die Fotze!” Sagt jemand. Ich höre es noch wie durch einen Schleier „Fotze!” denke ich und ein lächeln umspielt meine Lippen. Wieder hockt jemand vor mir, ein Schwanz wird an meinem Loch angesetzt und gleitet hinein. Der Typ scheint etwas kleiner zu sein aber auch er nimmt sofort fahrt auf. Er nimmt mich anders, hockt zwischen meinen Beinen und ich spüre noch wie sein Sack an den Plug klatscht. Die Stöße werden härter. Weitere Hände greifen nach meinen Titten, grob werden Sie geknetet.

Der oder ein anderer scheint gefallen daran zu finden meine Möpse zu bearbeiten. Schon hat der die Ketten oben mit einer Hand genommen und Eng zusammengezogen. Schmerzhaft schneiden die Ketten in die Brust während er meinen Nippel bearbeitet. Ich komme mit dem empfinden kaum hinterher, der zweite Orgasmus schüttelt mich durch und wieder dringt mein heißeres Stöhnen wie der ruf einer Sirene nach außen. Dann spritzt auch der zweite ab, tief rammt er seinen Kolben in mich und dann spüre ich das zucken und die heiße Sahne in mir.

Sekunden später steht er auf und der Tittenquäler ist zwischen meinen Beinen. Gezielt stößt sein Schwanz zu und klopft auf das Ende vom Plug. Ich bekomme alles wie durch einen Schleier mit. Noch immer bin ich vor Geilheit geflasht. Nun spüre ich wie er den Plug raus zieht, nicht sanft aber auch nicht zu grob. Eine Sekunde später drückt er den Plug in meine Lustspalte.

Ich empfinde eine Welle der Lust dabei und kann wieder keinen klaren Gedanken fassen.

Erst als sein Schwanz in meinen Hintern eindringt werde ich etwas klarer.

„Scheiße ist der Arsch eng, Wie im Schraubstock.” höre ich ihn sagen mit einer tiefen Bassstimme.

Er schiebt seinen Schwanz immer tiefer in meinen jetzt noch engeren Hintereingang.

Diesmal spüre ich eine neue Lust, ausgehend von meiner Rosette und dem Plug der in mir mit bewegt wird. Ich gebe noch ein gurgelndes Stöhnen von mir, dann fickt er los.

Seine Hände grapschen nach meinen Brüsten. Grob drückt und knetet er sie und bearbeitet auch meine Nippel. Diese ganze Melange an Reizen, vom Hintereingang, dem Plug in meiner Pflaume und den gequälten Titten überfluten mich und machen mich fast Wahnsinnig. Ich stöhne im Takt seiner harten und gnadenlosen Stöße in meinen Arsch. Dann entlädt er sich in meinen Enddarm. Ich bin nicht gekommen aber ein weiterer oder der erste ich habe keine Ahnung nimmt seinen Platz ein und kurz darauf übermannt mich ein Megaorgasmus.

Noch zwei weitere Schwänze toben sich in meinem Hintereingang aus und zuletzt noch ein weiterer in meiner Muschi. Spermatropfend und von mehren Orgasmen durchgeschüttelt liege ich später allein auf der Matte. Wieviele hatten mich genommen? Zwei oder drei oder fünf? Keine Ahnung aber ist auch egal! Ich bin absolut glücklich und zufrieden. Nach einer schnellen Dusche gehe ich zum Auto und fahre nach Hause. An der Windschutzscheibe finde ich noch ein Kärtchen. Eine Adresse meiner App.

Zuhause dusche ich nochmals und dann schlafe ich ein. Müde, durchgefickt, glücklich und immer noch geil.

Es war ein schöner Herbsttag, Meine neue Freundin Ina wollte mich ihren Schwestern vorstellen.

Sie freute sich riesig auf einen gemütlichen Abend mit ihren zwei Schwestern und deren Freunden.

Für das Treffen bot sich ein kleines Ferienhaus mitten im Wald an, es gehörte bekannten der Schwestern und sie konnten es oft nutzen.

Wir fuhren durch schöne Landschaften, als wir ankamen waren die anderen schon dort. Inas Schwestern Karin und Beatrice sahen ihr sehr ähnlich.

Karin, die älteste, hatte eine weibliche leicht mollige, aber nicht übergewichtige Figur. Bei der Begrüßung umarmte Karin mich sofort herzlich: „Du musst Markus sein”, ich spürte ihre großen, festen Brüste. „Woow” dachte ich „was für eine heiße Frau”.

Inas kleine Schwester Beatrice war etwas zurückhaltender, ihre Statur war etwas schlanker, ebenfalls sehr schön.

Das Ferienhaus war ein gemütliches Fachwerkhaus mit einem kleinen Garten, mitten im Wald auf einer Lichtung. Unten eine Küche, ein Essbereich und oben drei Schlafzimmer. Die Schwestern freuten sich darauf, alte Erinnerungen auszutauschen und eine entspannte Zeit miteinander zu verbringen.

Als ich die Türe rein kam roch ich den leckeren Duft von frisch gebackenem Apfelkuchen empfangen, den Karin vorbereitet hatte.

Nach der sehr freundlichen Begrüßung brachten Ina und ich unser Schlafzeug in das Schlafzimmer, dies lag direkt in der Mitte zwischen Karin(rechts) und Beatrice(links) ihrem Schlafzimmer.

Ich war etwas enttäuscht, Ina und ich hatten uns zwei Wochen nicht gesehen und ich hoffte auf körperliche Zweisamkeit mit ihr.

Mit Inas Schwestern in den angrenzenden Zimmern links und rechts, den dünnen Holzwänden, dem wackligen knarrenden Bett wird das wohl nichts. „Ina hat sicher keine Lust ihre, dass ihre Schwestern alles mitbekommen” dachte ich mir.

Karin, hatte eine etwas fürsorgliche Art, ihr Freund Tim genoss diese Fürsorge sichtlich. Tim war von der ruhiger Art. Mit ihren knapp 30 war Karin bereits einige Jahre mit Tim zusammen, vor wenigen Monaten verlobten sie sich.

Beatrice schien ehr der Wildfang zu sein. Sie hatte die 20 kaum überschritten, sie und ihr Freund Dominik neckten sich gerne. Die beiden kannten sich erst ein Jahr.

Den Nachmittag verbrachten die Mädels mit viel reden über alte Zeiten, wir Jungs sind irgendwann mit einem Fußball am kicken gewesen. So plätscherte der Tag vor sich hin.

Zum Abend kochten die Mädels ein einfaches aber leckeres Menü: Spaghetti Bolognese mit Salat und Käse. Wir deckten deckten den großen Holztisch im Esszimmer und genossen das Mahl bei leicht flackerndem Licht. Es gab guten Wein zum Essen und schnell wurde die Stimmung ausgelassener.

Nach dem Essen veranstalteten wir einen Spieleabend. Die Schwestern bereiteten verschiedene Gesellschaftsspiele mecidiyeköy escort wie Tabu, Activity und Monopoly. Alle hatten viel Spaß dabei, sich gegenseitig zu raten, zu mimen oder zu verhandeln. Dabei kam es auch zu einigen neckischen Streitereien und Scherzen. Die Stimmung war ausgelassen und fröhlich und es wurde immer wieder Wein eingeschenkt.

Spät am Abend, gingen wir in unsere Zimmer. Auf dem Weg zur Toilette sah ich Beatrice und Karin in ihren Nachtkleidern. Beatrice hatte ein weißes Nachtkleid an dass die Körperkonturen sehr gut offenbarte „Na gefalle ich dir” neckte Beatrice mich. Erst jetzt merkte wie sehr ich sie anstarrte. Ich entschuldigte mich aber Beatrice lachte „werde jetzt bitte nicht noch rot im Gesicht”. Sie war schon ein bisschen ein Luder. Bereits den ganzen Abend neckte sie Ihren Freund Dominik.

Im Zimmer angekommen kuschelten Ina und ich uns aneinander. Durch das Dachfenster sah ich die Sterne. „ich bin so froh dich gefunden zu haben” flüsterte Ina mir ins Ohr. Nach wenigen Minuten hörte ich ein leises Quietschen aus dem Nebenzimmer, aus Karins und Tims Zimmer. Noch während ich mir dachte „die werden doch nicht…” kam bei uns im Zimmer dieses rhythmische quietschen akustisch immer deutlicher an. Ich küsste Ina, strich ihr langsam das Nachthemd hoch. Leidenschaftlich — und zunehmend fordernder — berührte ich Ina. Das Quietschen, Knarren und Karins leises stöhnen machten mich fast wahnsinnig. Den Geräuschen nach liebte der Genießer Tim Karin in der Missionarsstellung.

Zwischen zwei Küssen fasste Ina an meine Erektion, hart wie Eichenholz. Ich zog Inas Nachthemd über ihren Kopf, knotete ihre Hände zusammen und befestige das andere Ende am Bettgestell. Ina flüsterte „Bitte nein”. Beim sanften Eindringen küsste ich Ina so dass Sie den Schrei unterdrücken konnte und musste. Voller Liebe sah sie mich an, ich gab ihr Zeit, langsam bewegte ich mich vor und zurück und lauschte dem zunehmend lauteren klatschen, knarren und stöhnen aus dem Nebenzimmer. Zuerst dachte ich an Tim und Karin.

Mir wurde aber schnell klar dass ich Beatrice und Dominik im linken Nebenzimmer hörte. Den Rhythmus zunehmend erhöhend hörte ich Inas leises Stöhnen. Mit jedem Stoß weitete ich ihre enge Grotte.

Zwischen meinen Stößen und dem noch leisen Quietschen unseres Bettes hörte ich aus dem rechten Nebenzimmer das zunehmend lautere Stöhnen von Karin und das klatschen von Dominiks Becken gegen Beatrices Arsch aus dem linken Zimmer.

Ina „kämpfte sich langsam aus meiner liebevollen Fesslung ihres Nachthemds, Der Knoten am Bettende musste unbedingt nachgezogen werden. Mit einem leidenschaftlichen Kuss und einem festen, tiefen Stoß fixierte ich Ina und machte mich an dem Knoten zu schaffen. Dies war gar nicht so einfach.

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Tim wurde nebenan zunehmend fordernder, der Rhythmus nahm zu. Laut hörte ich das Holzbett an die Wand schlagen. Deutlich konnte ich trotzdem Karin von Beatrice unterscheiden. Beatrice war noch mitten drin, Karin kurz vor ihrem Höhepunkt.

Der Knoten an Inas Hand war und am Bettpfosten war fixiert, ich streichelte sanft über Inas großen Busen, den animalischen instinktiven Drang kräftig zu stoßen unterdrückte ich und lauschte Karin „Ja, oh ja … härter” hörte ich leise. Ich stellte mir Tim vor, wie seine Verlobte liebevoll aber bestimmt nahm. Während ich Inas steife Brustwarzen spürte waren im meinem Kopf Bilder von Karins noch etwas größeren aber straffen Brüste. Ich stellte mir vor wie Tim die großen Brüste von Karin knetete während er Karin mit kräftigen Stößen in den – wie die Japaner den Orgasmus nennen — „kleinen Tod” trieb. Immer wieder bewegte ich mich leicht, ich lies Ina Bewegungsfreiheit und genoss ihren gespielten leidenschaftlichen Kampf gegen meine Dominanz.

Karin zunehmend lauteres stöhnen erregte mich ins unermessliche, sie durchlebte einen gewaltigen ungezügelten Orgasmus. Wenige kräftige Stöße später — bei denen deren Bett so deutlich gegen die Wand schlug dass Beatrice und Dominik es sicher hören mussten – kam auch Tims Erlösung. Ein letzter kräftiger Stoß, der dass wacklige Bett wahrscheinlich fast zum Zusammenbrechen gebracht hat, ein lauter, heller weiblicher Schrei, tiefes Stöhnen. Ich stellte mir vor wie der Genießer Dominik sein Sperma tief in Karins Grotte in deren Muttermund pumpte und stieß zunehmend fordernder in Ina.

Meine instinktiven animalischen Triebe konnte und wollte ich nicht mehr bremsen. Zu gerne hätte ich auch Beatrice und Dominik gelauscht aber ich musste Ina jetzt einfach nehmen.

Ich brachte meine Knie in eine bessere Position, zog Inas Körper nach unten, womit ihren Armen – jetzt komplett durchgestreckt nach oben immer noch an den Bettpfosten gefesselt – das letzte bisschen Bewegungsfreiheit genommen wurden.

Gleich darauf gab ich Ina eine ganze Serie von schnellen, harten Stößen.

Der jungen Frau blieb fast der Atem weg. Ekstatisch stöhnend zog sie an der Fesslung und hob das Becken leicht an als Einladung weiter zu stoßen. “Du bist so eng!” raunte ich und hörte wie Dominik gegen Beatrice klatschte und deren Bett gegen die Wand knallte.

Sicher hatten sowohl Beatrice als auch Karin bereits unser Liebesspiel mitgekriegt.

Ina wollte gerade etwas raunen, doch ein tiefer Stoß in ihre Scheide ließ sie nach Luft schnappen. Deutlich spürte ich wie maslak escort meine Eichel gegen ihren Muttermund gestoßen war.

Ein lauter Schrei hallte durch die Nacht. Ina zog ihre Schenkel leicht zusammen, ich ließ mich aber nicht mehr bremsen.

Mühelos durchbrach ich den Widerstand von Inas Schenkeln und begann damit, sie mit einem sehr schnellen, fordernden Rhythmus zu vögeln.

Beatrice und Tim hörten wir nicht mehr, dafür waren wir zu laut. Unser Bett knallte gegen die Holzwand des Ferienhauses.

Beim Stoßen blieb mein Glied jederzeit tief in ihr, ich bewegte es höchstens halb aus ihr heraus, ehe ich zum nächsten tiefen und harten Stoß ansetzte.

Inas lüsternes Stöhnen wurde zunehmend lauter, dies stachelte mich nur noch mehr an. Mit kräftigen Bewegungen meiner Hüfte trieb ich Glied immer wieder tief zwischen ihre Scheidenmuskel. “Oh Gott gib es mir” versuchte Ina zu raunen aber sie schrie es vermutlich fast. Immer mehr Lust staute sich in ihr auf, ließ ihr Becken erzittern und sei nach Erlösung flehen.

Ich war es, der zuerst den Höhepunkt erreichte. Noch ein paar Mal bewegte ich sich mich schnell vor und zurück, dann der letzte kräftige Stoß. Bis auf den kleinsten Kubikmillimeter füllte meine Erektion Inas Schoß aus. Das Bett knallte gegen die Wand und ich ergoss mich kräftig zuckend mich tief in Ina. Ich stellte mir vor Karin liegt unter mir, gefesselt an den Bettpfosten. Schon fast mit brutaler Kraft presste ich mein Glied so weit es mir möglich war in ihren feuchten Unterleibsmuskel.

Ina verkrampfte, ihr Leib verkrampfte sich, verharrte voller Erregung, angespannt auf die Erlösung wartend.

Ihre Erlösung kam!

Bei meinem dritten kräftigen zuckenden Samenstrahl tief in ihre Lenden, wurde Ina endgültig von ihrer Lust übermannt. Eine Welle der Erregung schoss durch ihren Körper und entlockte ihr heisere Schreie. Ihre angespannten Muskeln begannen unkontrolliert zu zucken und sie verdrehte die Augen so sehr, dass für einen kurzen Moment fast nur noch Weiß darin zu sehen war. Ich Raunte ihr ins Ohr „Ich liebe dich Ka…. kleine”. Beine hätte ich Karin gesagt.

Bebend genossen wir die gemeinsamen Zuckungen. Eng umschlungen durchlebten wir unseren Orgasmus. Jedes Zucken des jeweils anderen ließ uns sachte zusammenzucken und entlockte uns genüssliche Seufzer.

Von Dominik und Beatrice war nichts mehr zu hören.

Behutsam richtete ich meinen Oberkörper auf und löste meine Hüfte von Inas. Mit einem leisen, schmatzenden Geräusch glitt mein Glied aus ihrer Scheide. Ein kleines Rinnsal weißer Samen folgte ihm und lief an dem Damm der jungen Frau herunter, ehe es von dort aus auf die Matratze tropfte. Sanft küsste ich Ina und löste ihre Fesslung.

Für einen Moment herrschte peinliches Schweigen, Ina und mir war klar dass alle Pärchen einander gehört haben mussten. Auch aus den Nachbarzimmern war nichts zu hören. Dann hörte ich lautes lachen von Karin. Dies Lachen war ansteckend. Wir lachten alle! Erschöpft, aber befriedigt fielen wir alle in einen tiefen Schlaf.

Karin ging mir die ganze Nacht nicht aus dem Kopf.

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„Mhhmmm”, stöhnte mein Mann laut, „ich bin gleich so weit…!”

„Ja, komm für mich, Schatz”, bestärkte ich ihn.

Sein Stöhnen wurde lauter und ich wusste, dass er wirklich sehr kurz vorm Kommen war. „Wohin soll ich kommen?”

Ich wusste genau was er wollte. „Spritz aller über mein Gesicht, Schatz! Sau mich ein mit deinem leckeren Saft!”

Erfreut keuchte er auf. „Dann bring es zuende”, sagte er und ich griff mir seinen harten Bolzen und wichste ihn hart. Seine Eichel zeigte genau auf mich und ich leckte noch einige Male darüber und vergaß auch das Frenulum nicht.

„OH GOTT, SCHATZ, DU MACHST MICH SO GEIL!” waren seine letzten Worte, dann spürte ich, wie sein Schwanz anfing zu pulsieren und sein Becken zuckte.

Wie wild wichste ich seinen Harten und massierte mit der linken Hand seine Murmeln.

„OHHHHH JAAAA! JAAAAAAA!!!”

Mit einem schnellen Blick registrierte ich, dass seine Augen geschlossen waren. Keine zwei Sekunden später klatschte der erste Spritzer gegen meine Nase. Während ich weiter wichste schlugen die Salven auf meinem Gesicht ein.

„Wow!” hörte ich eine begeisterte Stimme von der anderen Seite meines Bettes raunen.

Ich wartete ab, bis der Schwanz meines Mannes ausgespritzt hatte, nahm ihn noch einmal kurz in den Mund und leckte mit der Zunge über die Eichel, ehe ich meinen Kopf zurückzog und meine beste Freundin Kerstin grinsend anschaute.

Sie sah mich mit einer Mischung aus Schock und Bewunderung an. „Wow, das sieht ja echt geil aus”, hörte ich Robert sagen, ihren Mann, der neben ihr am Bett stand und seinen Schwanz wichste. Beide Freunde hatten uns zugeschaut.

„Bist ein echter Glückspilz, Hans”, hörte ich Robert sagen. Mein Mann grinste. „Ja, ich freue mich auch, dass es Isabelle so viel Spaß macht meinen Schwanz zum Spritzen zu bringen”, sagte er fröhlich.

„Nur, wenn du dich dafür revanchierst”, erwiderte ich lächelnd.

„Gerne doch!” hörte ich Hans sagen.

Ich zögerte kurz. „Oder warte, Schatz… ich habe einen besseren Vorschlag”, sagte ich und schaute Kerstin abwartend an. „Du zeigst Kerstin, was deine Zunge und deine Hände so draufhaben und ich beweise Robert, dass das gerade kein Zufall war.”

Unsere Freunde schauten sich an, wussten nicht genau, was sie davon halten sollten.

„Also ich habe nichts dagegen”, sagte Hans laut, um von seiner Seite aus alle Zweifel zu beseitigen.

„Also, wenn Kerstin einverstanden ist…”, entgegnete Robert. Bei meinem Angebot hätte mich großer Widerstand von ihm auch gewundert.

Kerstin schaute mich an, zu Hans, zu ihrem Mann und dann wieder mich.

„Okay”, sagte sie schließlich und lächelte tapfer.

Kerstin und ich kannten uns schon aus der Schulzeit. Sie war immer etwas neidisch auf mich gewesen, wie frei mich meine Eltern erzogen hatten, wie sexuell freizügig ich Zeit meines Lebens unterwegs gewesen war und wie locker Hans und ich mit unserer gemeinsamen Sexualität umgingen.

Von ihr wusste ich, dass sie von jeher etwas verklemmt war. Neugierig, aber doch zu verklemmt, um wirklich etwas Neues zu probieren. Als sie mir vor einigen Wochen nach ein paar Gläsern Sekt gestanden hatte, dass ihr der Blümchensex mit Robert nicht mehr ausreichen würde, ersann ich einen Plan, den ich just in diesem Moment umzusetzen gedachte. Genau aus diesem Grund hatte ich die beiden eingeladen.

„Es sarıyer escort wird dein Schaden nicht sein, meine Liebste”, versicherte ich ihr und gab meinem Mann einen bedeutungsvollen Blick und ein Augenzwinkern mit. Ich hatte ihn vorher eingeweiht und er wusste, dass wir nur diese eine Chance hatten, Robert und ihr die Scheu vor einer neuen sexuellen Offenheit zu nehmen. Dass mir das mit Robert gelingen würde, daran hatte ich keine Sekunde Zweifel, schließlich kannte ich meine Stärken. Bei Kerstin kam jetzt alles darauf an, dass Hans es langsam und behutsam anging um zum Erfolg zu kommen.

Meine Freundin legte sich zurück auf das Bett und Hans legte sich neben sie und fing an sie langsam zu streicheln.

Robert kam zu mir, stellte sich vor mich und grinste breit. Klar, dass der sich freute!

Ich begann erst einmal damit, dass ich Roberts Schwanz sanft streichelte. Nur nicht zu schnell angehen lassen, damit es für uns beide ein wahrer Genuss wird!

Immer wieder warf ich einen Blick auf Kerstin und Hans. Während mein Mann ihre Pussy streichelte, saugte er zärtlich an ihren Brustwarzen. Kerstin lag mit geschlossenen Augen da und stöhnte leise. Mein Mann machte alles richtig, so wie ich es ihm beigebracht hatte.

Robert legte seine Hand auf meinen Kopf und drückte mich sanft aber deutlich tiefer auf seinen Schwanz. So, so! Er wollte es also etwas heftiger haben! Das konnte er haben, doch würde ich ihn nicht zu schnell zum Abspritzen bringen.

Ich griff mit einer Hand an seine Eier, die andere legte ich auf seinen Arsch und zog ihn zu mir. Weil dabei sein Schwanz fast bis zu den Murmeln in meinem Mund verschwand, schnaufte er überrascht auf. Tief nahm ich ihn in den Mund, ließ meine Zunge und meine Finger spielen, spürte und hörte, wie sich seine Erregung steigerte.

Doch noch wollte ich ihn nicht kommen lassen. Immer wieder entließ ich ihn aus dem Mund und überhörte bewusst sein unzufriedenes Stöhnen.

Hans hatte sich anders hingelegt, so dass Kerstin jetzt an seinen Schwanz kam. Ich sah ihre Hand und wie sie ihn langsam wichste. Ihre Nippel waren spitz und steif wie zwei kleine Radiergummis. Ich lächelte in mich hinein: alles verlief nach Plan.

Als Kerstin ganz offensichtlich auf die Zielgerade einbog, verstärkte ich auch bei Robert meine Bemühungen. Er begann heftig zu schnaufen und seine Hand griff kräftig in mein Haar. Ich gab seinem Drängen nach. Er wurde immer lauter und sein Becken zuckte wild vor und zurück. Ich hatte seine Eier fest im Griff und kraulte sie, als es soweit war: er schoss ab.

Die ersten Spritzer gingen direkt in meinen Rachen, dann zog ich meinen Kopf gegen seinen kräftigen Griff zurück und wichste mir den Rest seiner Sahne zu der meines Mannes auf die Stirn, die Wangen und quer über mein Gesicht, bis ich richtig vollgekleistert war. Ich leckte ihn noch sauber, dann zog ich den Kopf endgültig zurück. Befriedigt und stolz sah Robert mich an. Ich gab ihm ein Grinsen und einen Daumen-hoch.

Kerstin stöhnte laut, sie war kurz davor zu kommen. Inzwischen hatten sich mein Mann Hans auf sie gelegt. Ich sah, wie seine Zunge und seine Finger in ihrer Fotze herumwühlten und ich sah und hörte Kerstins Kopf, der wild auf und ab tanzte, während sie seinen Schwanz blies. Ich wusste aus Gesprächen mit ihr, dass sie eigentlich nicht so sehr darauf stand und wusste in diesem Moment, dass es Hans Erfolg halkalı escort war, dass sie ihn so heftig beglückte. Kerstin blies seinen Schwanz, als wäre es das letzte, was sie in diesem Leben noch tun würde.

Als sie kam, zog Hans seinen Schwanz schnell zurück und ohne von ihr abzulassen drehte er sich herum und hockte sich zwischen ihre gespreizten Beine. Kerstins Gesicht war Ekstase pur. Die Augen geschlossen keuchte sie laut und auf ihrem Gesicht und ihrem Oberkörper bildeten sich rote Flecken.

Kerstin fiel von einem Orgasmus in den nächsten. Ihr Körper bebte und zuckte, es war ein fantastischer Anblick. Dann hockte sich Hans auf und positionierte sich vor sie, hob ihr Becken an und legte seine Eichel an ihre triefendnasse und pochende Fotze.

Er schaute abwechselnd Kerstin, mich und Robert an. Betont langsam fuhr er mit seiner Eichel an ihren Pussylippen auf und ab. Dies war ein entscheidender Moment. Wie würde Kerstin auf dieses Angebot reagieren?

Sie machte die Augen auf, schaute mich an, Robert und dann wieder auf Hans mächtigen Schwanz. Schließlich nickte sie. Auch von mir bekam er ein sofortiges Einverständnis. Nun hing alles von Robert ab. Der brauchte jedoch offenbar ebenfalls nicht lange zu überlegen. Die Situation war für uns alle so überwältigend, dass ihm nichts anderes übrig blieb, als ebenfalls zuzustimmen.

Er krächzte ein kurzes „Ja” und Hans schob seinen Hammer genüsslich in Kerstins enges Fickloch. Meine Freundin stöhnte geil auf und schloss genießerisch die Augen.

„Ist das geil!” stöhnte sie.

Hans ging behutsam vor und nahm sie Zentimeter um Zentimeter in Besitz. Als er komplett in ihr steckte, begann er mit langsam rotierenden Bewegungen und ließ Kerstin seinen Schwanz an jeder Stelle ihrer Fotze spüren.

Später legte er sich komplett auf sie und begann sie nach allen Regeln der Kunst durchzuficken. Aufgegeilt stöhnte und japste Kerstin, wand sich und bockte auf. Sie fiel von einem Orgasmus in den nächsten.

Ohne Anzeichen einer Schwäche fickte Hans sie bestimmt an die dreißig Minuten, wobei er sie zwischendurch umdrehte und sie auf alle Viere hocken ließ.

Robert und ich lagen nur da, streichelten uns und schauten den beiden zu.

Mein Mann verschärfte das Tempo, beugte sich vor und flüsterte Kerstin leise etwas ins Ohr. Kerstin drehte ihren Kopf nach hinten, setzte ein kurzes Lächeln auf und nickte. Sie war verschwitzt, ihr Makeup verwischt und ihre Haare hingen strähnig herunter. Sie sah fertig aus, erschöpft aber glücklich.

Hans gab jetzt alles, hämmerte sein Rohr in sie, griff um sie herum, zwirbelte ihre Brustwarzen zwischen seinen Fingern oder schlug ihr mit flacher Hand auf den nackten Arsch.

Schließlich bäumte er sich auf, drückte den Rücken durch und sein Becken zuckte wild vor und zurück, während er seinen Saft in sie pumpte. Robert und ich konnten deutlich sehen, wie er seine Arschbacken immer wieder zusammenkniff und meiner Freundin seinen Saft in den Bauch spritzte.

Schließlich rollte Hans sich von Kerstin herunter, küsste sie auf die Stirn und auf die Wange und winkte Robert zu sich. Es war klar, was das heißen sollte: kümmere du dich um sie, sie braucht dich jetzt.

Robert zögerte nicht, nahm Hans Platz neben seiner Frau ein, küsste und streichelte seine Frau liebevoll. Ich nahm Hans in den Arm und flüsterte ihm leise lobende Worte zu.

Wir escort bakırköy vier lagen noch eine Weile nebeneinander, dann standen Hans und ich auf und gingen schnell unter die Dusche. Ohne etwas anzuziehen gingen wir in die Küche und bereiteten einen kleinen Stärkungssnack vor, den wir alle verdient hatten und schließlich gemeinsam und nackt im Wohnzimmer einnahmen.

Kerstin hatte sich an Robert gekuschelt und ich saß mit Hans gemeinsam auf einem Sofa.

„Es… es kam so über mich…” sagte Kerstin leise und Robert legte gleich seinen Finger auf den Mund.

„Es sah so fantastisch und sexy aus, Liebling, verdirb diesen tollen Moment nicht durch falsche Entschuldigungen.” Er lächelte. „Ich träume schon lange davon, dich mit einem anderen Mann zu teilen”, gestand er, „und es war traumhafter als ich es je zu hoffen gewagt habe. Hans hat das so liebevoll und behutsam gemacht, dass du gar keine Chance hattest, dich seiner zu erwehren.”

Überrascht schaute Kerstin ihn an.

„Ich möchte dich nur um zwei Dinge bitten, mein Liebling.”

Kerstin blickte erwartungsvoll. „Lass uns diesen neuen Abschnitt in unserem Leben jetzt nicht beenden. Bitte mach weiter, gerne auch mit Hans.”

Er blickte abwechselnd zwischen uns hin und her.

„Und nun die zweite Bitte und die richtet sich auch an Emily: ich möchte — wenn ihr beiden es erlaubt — auch mit dir Sex haben, Emily. Lass uns vier so viel Spaß haben wie wir wollen. Lass uns nichts bereuen.”

Ich schaute mir das wohlwollend an. Alles verlief sogar noch besser, als ich es mir in meinem Plan ausgemalt hatte.

Als erstes fand Kerstin zu ihren Worten. „Wie könnte ich zu deinen zwei Bitten nein sagen, Schatz?” Sie blickte Hans in die Augen. „Dein Schwanz ist fantastisch, Hans, ich würde ihn gerne noch häufig in mir spüren.”

Sie blickte mich an. „Und danke, Emily, dass du mir dieses Ereignis ermöglicht hast.”

Sie wandte sich an Robert: „Meinetwegen kannst du Emily gerne ficken, wenn du möchtest. Aber das musst du mit ihr und Hans abklären.”

Hans reagierte sofort. „Also ich erlaube dir natürlich sofort mit meiner Frau Sex zu haben, Robert, wenn sie es will.”

Alle schauten mich an. Ich zögerte nicht lange, stand auf und setzte mich neben Robert auf das Sofa. Gleichzeitig schickte ich Kerstin zu meinem Mann.

„Ich denke, damit ist alles klar, oder?” sagte ich grinsend. Ich erhielt freudiges Nicken.

Ohne Worte begannen wir zwei Paare gleich damit uns zu streicheln und zu küssen. Robert hatte flinke, voreilige Hände, die meine Brüste durchwalkten wie einen Kuchenteig. Ich hatte ihm noch einiges behutsam beizubringen. Sein Schwanz würde mich dafür entschädigen, da war ich mir sicher.

Als ich mich breitbeinig auf das Sofa setzte, wusste Robert gleich, was ich wollte. Er hockte sich zwischen meine Schenkel auf den Boden und begann gierig meine Fotze zu lecken. Er war ziemlich stürmisch und nicht wirklich gut, doch ich verzieh ihm, weil es das erste Mal an meiner Pussy war.

Hans und Kerstin hatten keine Zeit verloren und waren nach einer kurzen Schmuserei wieder in unser Schlafzimmer gegangen, wo wir ihr lautes Stöhnen hörten.

Robert grinste mich an und legte mir seine Eichel an die Pussylippen. Er wartete auf mein Einverständnis.

„Komm!” sagte ich nur und er drang schwungvoll in mich ein, nahm mir fast den Atem. Er fickte mich schnell, schneller und heftiger als ich erwartet hatte, doch ich war so aufgegeilt, dass es in diesem Moment genau das Richtige für mich war. Ich kam und kam und schrie meinen Orgasmus hinaus in die Welt.

Robert zog sich zurück, stand auf, lächelte und bot mir seine Hand an: „Komm, gehen wir zu den beiden anderen.”

Lächelnd ergriff ich seine Hand und folgte ihm in unser Schlafzimmer.