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You know, thinking back to my time with Raquel I always seem to come away with a smile on my face and an erection in my jeans. That girl could make a dead man cum.

I was so sure she was the woman of my dreams, that she and I would spend the rest of our lives together. But that dream died just as fast as it was born. You see, she had problems, a lot of problems. She drank, she drove drunk, she took pills, she even tried to kill herself. And through all that, I stayed by her. She would dry out, she was great, she was loving, she was lucid and intelligent, and then she would go off the deep end again.

And those episodes were ugly and they occurred quite often. But I saw her for what she could easily become. The only thing stopping me from caring for her was the simple fact that I was already married.

My marriage was a farce, but I was faced with quite a dilemma. My wife made great money and we enjoyed a very comfortable lifestyle, while the real love of my life kept trying to self-destruct.

Then Raquel left. She vanished. One of her girlfriends and I tried for months to locate her, to no avail. And then one day, she called me. My heart leaped with joy, and I almost cried. Finally!! But she still sounded troubled. She had relocated to another state to enter some rehab facility (like there are no good ones around here!!) and she was trying to clean herself up. She was still a mess, but she assured me constantly that she was trying. But she offered up no hope of returning to me, and I was not about to abandon my current lifestyle for someone who was going to kill herself or someone else because she hadn’t completely healed herself.

This charade played on for months. Now out of rehab, she hooked up with some guy who I envisioned treated her like shit, and she “vowed” that she was not in love with him, but she was not leaving him anytime soon.

This killed me.

She said she loved me, but she transplanted herself 1,000 miles away and was now living with a guy she didn’t love and had no intentions of leaving him. Fast forward a few months of our “pen pal” relationship, and now she’s going to be back in the area for some family function and she wants to see me. Now here I am being a little cautious and a little excited at the same time. My Raquel is coming to see me, and now I can assess her progress as a person for myself in person.

But the meeting is strained. She’s a little distant, she’s a little restrained in her conversation and I’m like a little kid inside just to be sitting with her. We end up back at her family’s house, alone, and we’re talking and I end up kissing her. She shares her tongue with me and I eagerly and gladly accept it. But that is short lived as her mom walks in and disrupts my time with my Raquel. I guess I gotta go now.

And after I left, she left, back to her live-in who indeed treated her like shit, forcing her to live in a locked bedroom all day every day. She tells me she is safe, but I don’t believe her. And now I’m being forced to make the decision to leave everything I have to be with her, a woman I’ve spent 4 hours with in the last 2 ½ years! She gets the picture and bam! She moves in with another guy!! Out of the blue!! As one of my friends put it, she’s just sucking some guy’s dick to keep a roof over her head. Well then so be it!! Now for my revenge!!

I have this dream….one where Raquel calls me after months of ignored emails and phone calls trying to get her to rethink our relationship (one friend kept asking me why I would want her back after leaving me and ignoring me, and I replied: “Because I love her so very much!”). Raquel explains that her latest boyfriend came home drunk one night and after trying to rape her in their own bed, he finally gave up and resorted to beating the shit out of her. Two black eyes, a broken nose and a broken wrist was what it took to call me and tell me she was coming back to this area and she missed me!! She missed istanbul escort me!!

After countless emails ignored and numerous phone calls dumped into voice mail only to be erased later on and now she misses me. Well, I missed her too.

So I tell her we need to meet. She asked about my wife, but we have already separated because I can’t live with someone who does not love me. She sounds excited, that maybe there’s a new roof over her head in her immediate future.

We agree she is to come over to my new apartment, but imagine my surprise when she actually shows up at my front door with three suitcases and two cat carriers and an $87.00 cab fare! I ask her what’s all this but she blows the question off by jumping into my arms and sobbing uncontrollably.

“I’m so sorry I ever doubted your love for me, but I’m here to tell you that I plan to make up for all the lost time between us. You were right, we WERE meant to be together, and I’m hoping…praying that you’ll forgive me and tell me that you still love me. Please?”

I step over to the dining room table and pick up my glass of wine and take a huge sip. I start thinking;Here’s my chance! This little bitch jerked me around for years and NOW she’s begging forgiveness.

I place the wine glass down, walk to her, put my arms around her waist and pull her to me. I look deep into her eyes and say to her; “Raquel, I’ve waited so long for this moment. You can’t imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this opportunity. Of course I forgive you, if that’s what it takes to have you back into my life, and I hope forever this time. I’m not letting you go.”

She starts to tear up a little (boy, she’s good!) and starts kissing me all over my face, thanking me profusely and vowing that she’ll be the perfect mate, great sex, exquisite meals, a loving and devoted woman, yada, yada, yada…

I tell her to leave the bags where they are, I scoop her up into my arms, and I carry her into the bedroom. I gently place her into the middle of my king-sized bed and stand back to admire the view.

She’s still gorgeous. Standing 5′-5″ tall, light brown hair, about 135 lbs, decent sized tits, nice ass, but great legs and a sexy smile tell me she’s the same girl I fell in love with how many years ago. I take off my shoes and lay down next to her, sliding my hand under her head, cradling it gently. I look into her eyes once more, lean in and give her the best kiss I’ve got. She returns it in spades, her tongue seeking an opening. I accommodate her and soon our tongues are dueling and we are now starting to move around on the bed trying to get into a perfect position to get at each other without breaking the kiss.

I reach up and gently place my hand upon her left breast, feeling first the quality of the bra she has on (She always wore the sexiest bras and panties!). I also feel her nipple protruding as if trying to peek through the bra, through the shirt and out into the open. I slide my hand over to begin unbuttoning her shirt, thus giving me access to her tits. Her bra is beautiful. I break off our kiss and begin planting soft kisses on her neck and work my way down into her cleavage. Her head arches back and she lets out a soft moan, approving of my assault on her. I pull her bra up and expose her left tit, and all those beautiful memories of nights prior rush into my head.

I kiss my way over to that beautiful mound of flesh and gently roll my tongue over the entire tit, making sure I purposefully avoid contact with her nipple. She squirms a little, trying to align her nipple with my mouth, but I’m not letting her run this show. My tongue bathes her chest with slight traces of my saliva, gently tickling her in the process. Her knee is working my cock pretty good by now, but I’m focusing on her tits for the time being. I finally latch onto her nipple, gently nipping it with my front teeth, which elicits a deep throaty moan from her. Her left hand istanbul escort bayan is holding my head firmly against her tit while her right hand is massaging my back.

I continue my sucking of her nipple and now my left hand id smoothing over the mound between her legs though her jeans. I can easily feel the heat emanating from her pussy as she moans her approval. She is now writhing on the bed as I search for and find the button on her jeans and undo it easily. I ease the zipper down and feel inside. I am instantly rewarded with the familiar feel of lace as I palm her panties and slide my hand up and down over the mound directly above her pussy.

As my hand progresses further down, I can feel just how wet she has become and her heat is impressive. I slip my hand under the waistband of her panties, first feeling a long, narrow strip of pubic hair. I follow the strip right to her clit. Her moans are louder now, and her breathing has become quicker and deeper. I rise up onto my knees between her legs and try to slide her jeans down her legs, but they are tight. She lifts her ass off the bed to help me get her pants off and as they slide off, her panties come with them.

Her pussy comes into view and I am amazed as I have never seen a pussy as pretty as Raquel’s. Soft pink folds of moist, silky smooth skin greet me like no other sight I’ve ever witnessed. When she is devoid of pants and panties, she scoots up on the bed so that she is now semi-reclining against the pillows and against the headboard. She bends her legs at the knees and spreads her legs apart, displaying her pussy to me, remembering its stranglehold it once held on me. I bend back down, slide both my hands under her ass and begin to kiss and tongue her bellybutton and the immediate area around it.

I start to drag my tongue down her belly to her strip of fuzz. Her hands are now urging my head lower, but I do resist a little at first. My chin starts to drag itself against her clit and she is now lifting her pelvis up to grind herself against my face. I allow this to continue for some time, but I have other plans for her. I lift my head up, and peek between her legs up to her pouty face.

“I’ll be right back. Need anything?”

Raquel responds with a crybaby-like moan and says; “Just you, baby.”

I go into the dining room and get 2 glasses and the open bottle of wine and return to the bedroom. Raquel is now lying on the bed completely naked and very slowly running her hand over her pubic mound and giving me her sexiest look. I set the glasses and wine down on the nightstand, and begin to remove my shirt. My pants come off and my boxers slide down my legs, revealing my semi-erect cock. Raquel licks her lips and rolls on the bed so that she is now within inches of my cock. She reaches her hand our and wraps it around my cock, gently sliding it back and forth, milking it. Her hand feels exquisite. Soft, smooth and gentle, I am reaching full erection now as Raquel runs a fingernail along the underside of my cock, driving me insane, but I refuse to let her see her effects on me. I merely look down to watch her as she leans forward and gently licks the head of my cock, leaving a slight trail of her saliva glistening in the soft bedroom light.

She continues her ministrations on my cock, alternating between licking and sucking, each time taking more and more into her mouth. I’m not the biggest guy in the world, about average in length and girth, but Raquel can take all of me and then some without limitation. She is now giving it her all. I swear she is trying to bypass any pleasure and is just trying to suck the cum directly from my balls as if she has other plans for later that night.

I start thinking about other things, distracting me from her talented mouth so that I am the one in charge of the evening’s events. After several more minutes of Raquel making me harder than I’ve been in years, I gently stop escort istanbul her and drink some of the wine. I offer the other glass to Raquel and she takes a healthy sip and places the glass down on the table.

I take a little of the wine in my glass and pour it onto Raquel’s pussy, not caring that it splashes onto the sheets. I put the glass down, bend over and absolutely devour her pussy with complete abandon.

She throws her head back and moans loudly; “Oh my God, Chris, Yes!!! Make me cum, PLEASE!!!” I keep alternating between sucking her clit and licking her outer lips while my index finger finds her G-spot and flicks back and forth over it, thus driving her insane.

Three more minutes of this and Raquel is over the edge, cumming loudly with many “Oh my God”s jumbled into one very long sentence. She eventually pushes my head and hand away, telling how overly sensitive she is getting and she can’t take it anymore.

I rise up onto my knees, move closer to Raquel, lean forward and kiss her deeper that I ever have before. All the love I ever had for that woman is behind that kiss and I truly believe she knows that.

While the kiss continues, I align my cock to the drenched opening of Raquel’s pussy and slide easily into her. We both moan in unison as I slide myself in and out of her, each time reaching new depths. Raquel locks her ankles behind my back and rises up to meet each thrust I give her. I lean forward again and kiss her deeply, she telling me how much she loves me while I am sucking on her lower lip.

I am now pile-driving into her pussy, jerking myself off with her moist vaginal walls and banging hard against her clit with each lunge into her. We’re both gasping for breath, perspiring profusely and each one is anticipating the other’s impending orgasm.

Raquel suddenly announces that she is cumming, digging her beautiful long fingernails deep into my back and ass. The sight and sound of her orgasm is enough to make me cum and I bury my cock deep within her, feeling each spurt of semen shoot through me and into her. What feels like a never-ending volley finally subsides and I slowly get softer inside Raquel.

I roll to the left of her and lean over to kiss her one more time.

“Oh my God, Chris, that was absolutely incredible. I have not had an orgasm in months and you really made it wonderful for me tonight.”

I look at her, lean up onto one elbow and reach across her to get my glass of wine. I take the last sip out of the glass, place it back down on the table and say; “Get out. Get the fuck out of my house right fucking now.”

Raquel is stunned and at a loss for words.

“You heard me, bitch, get the fuck out. Take your fucking cats and your Wal-Mart-fucking wardrobe and hit the fucking bricks. If you think you can suck and fuck your way back into my life after ignoring my love for you for so long, you ARE crazy.”

Raquel tries to interrupt me with her meager pleas for forgiveness and another chance, but I stand firm.

“I am so tired of begging you for a little recognition for the love I had to offer you, while you kept moving in with one guy after another. And after none of them worked out in your favor, and nowhere else to turn, you finally decide to look me up. And for what? A week, maybe a month, and then off to another guy to suck and fuck in exchange for a warm bed and a roof over your head? GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT FUCKING NOW! And don’t you ever call me again, bitch”!

That was two years ago. I’m living with a real woman now, one whom I can trust when she says she loves me. One who doesn’t mind that my cock is of average proportion. A woman who looks at me with loving eyes whether I’m being sincere or sarcastic, loving or playful.

On the other hand, Raquel is getting her well-earned punishment. She says she is with a guy who “makes me happy” Well, good for you, bitch. I hope you live to be 127 with ‘a guy who makes you happy’. I loved you like no one else possibly could. I still fucking do. But no, you wanted to play games, wanted all of it your way or no way. Well, you got it. And I hope it follows you to your grave knowing what you could’ve had but chose to ignore.

Adios, Raquel, and good fucking riddens!!

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In some way, our plan had worked the way we intended it. The whole crowd in the pool was just so busy giving in into carnal pleasures, they never saw us, the initiators of this sex feast, leave together. We headed for a nice and cozy sauna room. For good measure, we brought our towels along, put them right over our shoulders. I was starting to like showing my rod to everyone. I was getting baffled stares from the guys and flattering looks and giggles from female passersby. But little did they know that I didn’t feel in control of that thing: I was actually on the edge of a huge orgasm and if they had provoked me any further, as I’m sure they would have like to, I wouldn’t have lasted long enough for them.

You walked ahead of me, sauntering again in that confident way of yours, swaying your hips and beckoning me with your ass. As we got further along the paths, you went further ahead, indicating to me to stay back a little bit. I remembered we agreed that you would go into the sauna first and come right out if you didn’t deem it suitable for our little experiment.

You saw the same one as I did, the little cabin that was set back behind the shrubs, half built underground. The sign said it was a geothermal sauna, a sort of dry sauna that’s considerably hotter than the average saunas that have a conventional heat source.

You peeked in and shot me a quick dirty glance before closing the door. I stood outside, all casual, whistling, waiting. I looked down at my shaft and examined it: I wondered how long had I been hard like this. Heck, I wondered when, of all my life, had I stayed hard for this long. I was seeing black dots in front of me; my brain definitely lacked blood to think rationally.

Since you couldn’t go too far in this small cabin, I imagined a good 15 seconds was plenty of time for you to draw a verdict and take position to wait for me to come in.

I opened the door, let my eyes get accustomed to darkness, long enough to see there was in fact no one else. And there you were, indeed: I could discern you in a faint orange glow, coming from underneath the platforms. You were laid back against the wall and had your legs spread: you were propped up on an elbow, and you were rubbing your pussy with your available hand. Your eyes were half-closed and you licked your lips: you looked like you were having some good fun already. I froze on the spot, dumb-founded, and I swore I felt my cock shoot up a glob of pre-cum. I whimpered in pain, feeling as though my cock was about to burst. It was sheer torture knowing that I had to go according to the plan and take a seat all the way across the room, not being able to touch you.

I turned around and crawled up the platforms in the cabin. I sat down on my towel in a dark corner, wondering if you could even see me. I leaned back against the wall and proceeded with watching you naked while I jerked off. My palms were already sweaty and I instantly felt that the blood in my hand was boiling. It made it feel as if I was inside you, inside your cunt. I was on the edge of orgasm, so I just made it last longer by just grazing my member, waiting for somebody to come in and join the fun.

We lost track of time. The heat and humidty in here made us almost doze off, but the horniness kept us going. It was a complete, muffled silence that replenished our energy and relaxed our brains and muscles, though we were hypnotizing ourselves with the masturbation, filling ourselves with libido and lust, primal desires of sex that made us reconnect to a distant animal nature, opening up shakras towards a pinnacle of pleasure, or whatever. I felt drunk, and I probably was, seeing the way my train of thought went.

I tickled my corona just to bring myself to the edge, then let go. I gasped every time, feeling the hairs of my neck stand up… Shit, I could do this all day, it was incredible. When I didn’t squeeze it to then go up and down, I would make tiny circles with my index at this junction spot underneath my cock, where it was most sensitive, bringing me closer to orgasm.

I was watching how you were using the same care as I did while you stroked your pussy. You were going slow, and quiet, biding your time, messing with your clit, and you would alternate by inserting two fingers in yourself, making your body rock back and forth slowly and your tits follow suit. I would watch you lick your lips with a smack, building up a major thirst inside of you. Your eyebrows were bouncing up and down on your forehead, depending which part of your body you were soliciting. All I could hear in the room was your scattered istanbul escort breathing and the wet sounds of your fingers going in and out of you. In and out, caressing your hot slit. Further in, then out again, while waiting for someone. You were the bait. We were being proactive, doing two things at once. My God, were you a sight to behold!

The door creaked suddenly, pulling us from our reverie with a blast of sunlight. Blinded by it, we squinted, trying to make out who was there. Most likely, they could see what we were doing (and that, we didn’t stop) but we could only tell there was one person, a man, standing there. While he was getting his eyes used to darkness, we had to let our own eyes get back too. In time, we saw that he was naked, and already sporting a solid erection. I wondered what he was up to…

He saw that you were quite busy with yourself, so he must have taken it as an invitation and sat next to you. It was still fairly dark in here and I wasn’t able to discern his features, other than a decent large cock standing shamelessly straight up. He was grinning from ear to ear and with reason: you were giving quite the show. He didn’t say anything and locked his eyes on you. I even wondered if he knew I was here, back in the dark corner.

You returned his smile, but with difficulty since you were going through a very laborious process. In a split second, you shot me a look and seized his engorged erection. You wanted that toy in your hand while you kept pleasuring yourself. He replied by cupping your boobs hungrily, tweaking your nipples. As if you weren’t on fire already, you instantly felt a new-found thrill that made your heart race.

I was dumbfounded. I was watching you fool around with another man, yet I was stuck to my seat, seemingly not wanting to react. Instead, I just kept rubbing my shaft absent-mindedly. My leg started shaking nervously. This happens to me every time we try something new together, or every time you get close to me, wearing something unbelievably sexy; like that time you took off your bra from underneath your shirt as we got off the ferry. I would just feel this extreme excitement, this jubilation when I feel that a fantasy of mine comes to life. I was feeling just like that night I snuck out of my bedroom when I was young to go watch dirty movies with static on my T.V. So I realized, watching you getting groped by this guy while you stroked his cock was turning me on beyond belief.

Your wet pussy was ready for action: it was glistening in the dim light of the room. Without any power to hold yourself anymore, you stood up suddenly and presented your naked body to the stranger, only to go back next to him just as quick, but in a kneeling position, so you were now offering him your hot crotch. You were purring like a cat tripping on catnip. Our stranger friend wasn’t grinning so much anymore. He must have been taken aback by your boldness, but still took on the challenge. He didn’t even look my way before taking position, confirming that he definitely didn’t suspect there was someone else in here, especially not your husband.

He began inspecting you, rubbing your back and kneading your ass, like a baker would, preparing your body for his. He slapped his turgid cock a few times against your ass, then aimed it for your opening. All the while, you were watching me above your shoulder, reassuring me, imploring me to watch and share your pleasure. Then he went in, and you closed your eyes under the assault. He started penetrating you slowly as he grunted, somewhat breaking the silence in the room. He thrusted his hardness in and out of you, consistently. He stretched you far and wide. I would see his length moving out of you for what seemed like forever, giving good clues on how it felt inside you. Then he pushed back in, making you moan openly. You were almost drooling on the bench. Your tits were swaying under you after each of his thrusts, hypnotizing me, fueling my masturbation. He kept going at it, alternating his pace, and I was here, wanking, starting to feel a little jealous, like I wanted a piece of the fun too.

Suddenly, the door creaked open again. An explosion of sunlight came in the room, but apparently not strong enough to distract the guy and stop him from fucking you. From what I could tell through squinted eyes, I was seeing a woman this time, with a silhouette to die for. She was naked, and meaty breasts were jutting up front, a juicy rear-end was bouncing out in the back, supported by thick and juicy thighs. I heard her say:

‘Oh…There you are!’

The istanbul escort bayan guy turned around, grinned again, and just shrugged in response. He looked like he just got caught with his hands in the cookie jar. She must have been looking at you, because you gave her a little wave, laughing, seemingly too happy to even feel guilty, or to stop fucking with her boyfriend. Only then did I realize you must have seen her somewhere before… Then it clicked. The couple from the steam bath! I thought. She was the girl with the ginger hair that watched our steamy make-out session with boiling envy, while there was another couple having sex at the other end of the room.

Sure enough, she tapped her boyfriend’s shoulder and headed in my direction. I wanted to look horny and have someone walk in on me while I was masturbating too, just like you did, so I kept going on my cock as she climbed up the platforms towards me. She bent over as she got closer to the ceiling and her big tits would just start dancing in the dark. I imagined her eyes were not accustomed yet to the darkness as she only acknowledged my presence when she felt me, when her hand landed on my thigh. She gasped a little and giggled, as she moved a little bit to my left.

‘Oops, sorry!’ she whispered.

She sat down quietly, and I was still stroking my member, but I was now watching her. I wanted to make sure she recognized us… So I waited. I felt that she was looking at you, getting fucked doggystyle by her boyfriend. Silence… Then, out of the dark, I heard her whisper:

‘Having fun?’

‘You bet, I am. I’m watching your boyfriend fuck my wife.’

She laughed softly at my reply. She remained quiet for some time, holding back the questions that burned her lips, but still biding her time. The guy had turned his head, realizing that his girlfriend wasn’t alone. He must have been intrigued by my presence, as he slowed down his pace. Though you were laughing, all too aware of the situation. You pushed your ass against his cock, reminding him that you were there too and incredibly horny. The sudden rise of volume in the conversation had made us drift off from our semi slumber, and you now felt like externalizing your pleasure out in the open.

‘Please, keep fucking me…’

All this watching was now driving me towards madness more than anything else, and I needed to get my mind off my own pending, imminent orgasm for a bit. Just to give you a little show of my own, I breathed in, and started caressing my neighbor’s thigh, hot and sweaty. Reflexively, she parted her knees invitingly, giving room for my hand to crawl further up her inner thigh. My long fingers took no time in finding her moist sex. It felt like she was enjoying the show as well. My whole body tensed up at the sensation of a new vagina and I groaned instantly as my shaft oozed out more pre-cum.

Reluctantly, I turned my back to you and I kneeled between her legs. Her sex was modestly trimmed and I could tell it was glistening, ready. I looked up and I saw her gaze between her tits, lustful and longing. I dove right in and started probing her cunt with my two fingers while I lapped away at her clit through her soft curly hairs. The sudden attack startled her as she threw her head back, moaning, and grabbed my hair to give me a pace. I pleasured her folds and indulgently drank her lubrification, which felt fresh and peppery on my tongue. Sure, she held my head back to slow down my mouth from stroking her swollen clitoris, but my fingers were going at it fervently, making her pussy squelch like the pulp of a fruit.

‘Oh God, yes, just like that. Hnnggggg!!’

You were getting pretty vocal back there. The boyfriend was slapping against your ass, grunting a good deal, covered in sweat.

‘I’m going to cum, mmmmmmh, keep going, keep going!’

‘Yeah, baby, said the boyfriend. Look at that, honey. Do you like how I’m fucking that girl’s pussy?’

The redhead didn’t say anything and sort of looked away, maybe too busy with finding her own orgasm. Your yelps weren’t constant anymore and they had now reached an unprecedented pitch. You squealed and I could hear your voice shaking. You were climaxing. I turned around, while I kept fingering my partner, and I saw your entire body shake. The guy had reached under you to tweak your hardened nipples. He stabilized you by grabbing your ass with his other hand. He started yelling inaudible words and his face took on a twisted grimace.

‘Oh yeah, there we go!’

He pulled out, stroked his cock rapidly as it spewed out generous escort istanbul globs of jizz against the wall, and all over your back and ass. He laughed hysterically as he did so. You were still face down on your towel, trying to take cover from the rain of cum, still managing to regain your own senses. I was stupefied at how powerful that guy’s orgasm looked.

The boyfriend got up, bug-eyed, and shook his head, obviously trying to regain composure. He stumbled, looking for balance, and spoke inaudibly again.

‘Wow!’ He yelled. ‘I need some fresh air. Ahah! That was… incredible. Whew! Thanks!… Hey, I’ll wait for you outside, honey.’

I thought he was a bit rude to just leave you like that. He reached out and patted his girlfriend’s thigh, an inch away from my face… and he was out the door. And for a second there, it looked like she was shaking her head and trying to force out a smile in response. Was she embarrassed? One thing was sure, she frowned and adorned an imploring expression again. I resumed licking her clitoris and I could hear her moaning again. My fingers were clawing softly at the roof of her slick vagina, where it is said that the G spot could be. Maybe she was more sensitive to it.

I heard you walk over and kneel directly behind me, leaning your burning body against mine, your breasts pressing up against my back. This was the kind of contact that could launch my orgasm without even touching my cock. It was just so sexy, so stimulating. But I held back, like a champion. I breathed in and focused further on my task at hand, trying not to faint. I could feel your hot breath as you kissed down my neck and I knew you were watching me eat that girl’s pussy, trusting that I would satisfy her the same way I satisfied you. She moaned and squealed, she bit her lip and rocked her pelvis against my face: she played along very well, knowing that she was having sex with your husband.

Now driven to end this before I went mad, I kissed your hand that held my shoulder and pulled myself higher up in front of the redhead so that my pelvis met hers. My sizzling, furious rod twitched and throbbed in the darkness, just asking to get in. She had opened her eyes when she felt my mouth leaving her, and she looked at us both, wondering What next?

Out of respect for her, and not wanting to go beyond the bounds of consent, I studied her expression for a sign of what to do next.

But you took the matters in hand, and aimed my aching erection for her cave, pushing my pelvis forward with your own.

She sucked in her breath, arched her back and let out a big yelp. Her eyes shot wide open, taken aback by the assault, maybe also surprised at how different my cock felt inside of her. Still, she welcomed me and started following my rhythm as I went back and forth into her, thrusting faster on my way in. It felt so good, so mysterious and thrilling at the same time, and I fucked her more ardently. I felt like an athlete giving all I could to race those last crucial meters. I wanted to cum so bad I could scream and yet everything in me knew I had to keep going. I pushed all I could with all my length and came back out again just as quick, giving her perpetual friction, maximum ecstasy.

I reached out behind me and grabbed your ass, imposing you to push against me, making you take a part in pleasuring the redhead. I thrashed and grunted like the beast that you were trying to tame by kissing soothingly in the neck. I pushed in when you pushed me: we were fucking her together. Her magnificent breasts were bobbing around, splashing sweat on to me. Then, she squealed even higher and started flicking her clit in front of me. She squinted her eyes hard and her whole body curled up in a ball. And she climaxed and wailed, and wailed, yet the structure of the sauna was such that the sound was muffled in a perfectly controlled acoustic, resonating in our bodies like a tuning fork. My eyes burned and as I felt tears run down my face, I pulled out and my member landed on her pelvis. Then the whole cosmos rushed out of me in a deafening sound. I couldn’t speak, or scream, and even if I could, or did, I couldn’t have heard myself over the sound of this torrent of blood soaring in my ears. My cock started gushing jizz around like a loose hose. As you watched my orgasm, completely astounded, you were holding my hands behind my back.

‘Pleeease, somebody, touch it! Jerk it, please!’ I screamed.

The redhead obliged, grabbed my cock and coaxed out what was left at all in my balls. I was shaking and convulsing, my dick almost slipped out of her hand. My tremors lasted for god knows how long, then subsided as my body turned more and more limp. I crashed against the redhead, feeling her abdomen heaving.

I was winding down, slowly, high on endorphins. I heard her chuckle:

‘Whew! That was fun… hey, is anyone hungry?’

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The next day, a Saturday, Tommy and Chris were playing guitars again in the common room of Chris’s dorm. It was around noon, and it was a grey, overcast, rainy April day in Missouri.

“How was the show last night, Chris?” Tommy asked his friend.

“It was rocking, dude, rocking. Too much fun. How was the drive? Did you get caught in that storm?”

“Yeah, that storm hit us around Wentzville, really hard, had to pull over and wait it out a bit. That’s one cool girl, that Lauren. We had a great time driving, talking, you know, kicking it. She’s chill. I’m supposed to call her today.”

“Oh yeah? Right on. You could knock on her door. She lives right down the hall.”

“Good call. I’ll go down and ask her if she wants to get some lunch in a bit. I’ll be right back.” He left his guitar with Chris and wandered down the hall, looking at the names on the doors, till he found the door that read: “Lauren McCain.” There was another girl’s name on the door, a “Kitty Harris.” Tommy knocked on the door. There was no reply. He knocked again. Still nothing.

Suddenly, from down the hall, came Lauren’s voice: “Tommy! Oh my God, what are you doing here?” She was coming from the women’s rest room, with another girl, about the same height, but a brunette. They both had wet hair and wore only towels wrapped around their lithe frames, and each carried a plastic basket full of shower stuff.

“I was jamming with Chris over there and I thought you might want to get lunch or something in a while,” Tommy explained.

“That sounds great,” Lauren said. “Oh, this is my roommate Kitty.”

Kitty extended a hand, letting her towel fall a bit and flashing him some of her cleavage. Tommy shook it. “Nice to meet you,” Kitty said, and opened the door and walked into her room.

“Hey, my friend Jenni is supposed to meet me for lunch today. We should all go together. We were gonna go downtown if it ever stops raining. Bring Chris, too. It’ll be a party,” Lauren said. She leaned up onto her toes and kissed Tommy on the lips. “I’ll be out in a little while, okay?”

“Cool,” Tommy said. “I’ll be in the commons.”

“See you soon,” she said, and walked into her room. Tommy caught a glimpse of a very naked Kitty, and of Lauren removing her towel, before the door was shut. Tommy shook his head, headed back to the commons.

“You should have lunch with us. She’s bringing a friend,” Tommy told Chris as he picked up his guitar.

“Sure, sounds good to me,” Chris said. They jammed for a while on “Hard to Handle” and finished it up after Lauren and Kitty came and sat down on an adjacent sofa. They looked good today. They were a hot pair. Each wore a pair of tight blue jeans, sneakers, and a tight little tee shirt that showed off their sexy bellies. The shirts were both white. Kitty’s had red flames writing across her tits that read: “Naughty” with a little cute devil tail on the Y. Lauren’s shirt read: “Nice” across her tits in blue cursive writing. They had both put their hair up in pigtails.

“You guys should keep playing. We’re still waiting for Jenni,” Lauren said. Tommy and Chris shrugged, played another song before Lauren’s cell phone rang. “She’s outside,” Lauren said.

“Where are we going for lunch?” Tommy asked, packing his guitar in its case.

“We were gonna go downtown, but it’s too rainy to walk,” Kitty said.

“I can drive us,” Tommy offered. They all decided that was a good idea. Chris stashed his guitar in his room, and they left. They found Jenni in the dorm lobby. She was a cute little brunette, with a cute smile and shining eyes. Introductions were made, and the five of them ran out to Tommy’s car and climbed in. It was only a few blocks to a little diner for lunch. They sat in a booth that was made for four. Tommy found himself happily squeezed between Lauren and Jenni, and Chris and Kitty sat across from them. They ate greasy food and shot the shit for a while as the rain came down, pitter-pattering on the windows next to them. After a while, it was getting towards evening. There was talk of going to parties, but no one was very enthusiastic. Somebody suggested a movie, somebody else thought they should get trashed. They eventually decided to rent a movie and get some beer for the evening, and they would crash at Tommy’s to watch the movie, drink the beer, and smoke a lot of pot, which Tommy said he was happy to share. Since they were spending the night, the girls wanted to get some things before getting alanya escort to Tommy’s. So he drove them all back to their dorms. Chris got his guitar, a pillow, and a change of clothes. It took Lauren and Kitty a bit longer, but they soon came, each carrying a duffel bag. Tommy drove them all over to Jenni’s dorm. She was up to her room and back in a snap, and then they were off. Tommy was the only one who was 21, so he bought the beer, three twelve packs, each one different, all microbrews. They rented “Jimi Plays Berkeley,” a DVD of Jimi Hendrix’ classic May 1970 Berkeley, California performance, spliced with footage of the student riots that were going on just before the show. They got to Tommy’s. Everyone was happy to spend the night, since Tommy didn’t want to drive anywhere all drunk and stoned.

It was getting dark outside, and raining harder now. Beers were opened, a joint rolled and lit and passed around as the movie started. Tommy had a sofa, a recliner, and a huge bean bag chair. The bean bag chair was pushed up against the sofa and the recliner. Chris took a seat in the recliner. Kitty lounged on the bean bag chair. Jenni sat behind Kitty, rubbing out kinks in Kitty’s shoulders. Tommy and Lauren sat on the other end of the sofa, cuddling.

They started the movie. They paused it halfway through, between songs, so everyone could get another beer. Chris rolled up another fat joint, it was passed around in a circle, Chris to Kitty to Tommy to Lauren to Jenni and to Chris again. They smoked it down, and everyone was feeling pretty mellow. After the movie, they ordered a pizza delivery, smoked another joint, popped in one of Tommy’s DVDs, “The Princess Bride.” More beers with pizza, a fourth joint passed around in a circle.

By this time, it was late, and everyone was pretty well messed up. Nobody wanted to watch anymore movies. Tommy flipped on a strong blacklight and killed the regular lights, and the room was glowing in neon from posters on the walls. He set some things to spinning and a small mirrorball worked some magic. The room was alive in color and light. More beers were drunk. Lauren was taking hits off the battie, a glass hashpipe was being smoked. Kitty wandered off to find the bathroom, and came back ten minutes later, after wandering into Tommy’s bedroom and discovering his porn DVDs. She brought one back and popped it in, set the sound to mute.

Lauren took a hit from the battie, and after she did, Tommy kissed her, good and long, not breaking the kiss, and Lauren was forced to exhale the smoke into Tommy’s mouth. Tommy breathed in then, sucking the smoke in as Lauren breathed it out. He held it in, then exhaled. Everyone else wanted to try, so they made up a kissing game. They would pass the smoke from one person to the next and see if they could get it around to everyone. If it got screwed up, the two who messed it up each had to remove a piece of clothes. How was the game won? They never really figured that out. Everyone was a winner, because everyone got to kiss each other. Lauren started, kissing Tommy and passing her smoke to him. Tommy turned to Jenni, and they kissed, but Tommy started laughing abruptly and the smoke went everywhere, because Lauren had tickled him! Tommy and Jenni kicked off their shoes. Lauren promised not to tickle him again. Tommy hit the battie and kissed Jenni again, and she successfully took his smoke in. She went to kiss Chris, but got a case of the giggles from Chris’s goatee tickling her face. Jenni lost her socks, Chris slid off his shoes. Chris and Kitty had a couple problems making it work. More giggles and stoned minds led to Chris losing his socks and his shirt, though he still had a tee shirt. Kitty had to lose her sandals, and followed her sandals with her jeans, easing slowly out of them. Finally, Kitty got the smoke into her lungs from kissing Chris, and she stumbled from the bean bag chair over to Lauren. Chris couldn’t take his eyes off the round globes of Kitty’s ass cheeks, formed by a little red thong that rode up between her cheeks. Kitty leaned down and kissed Lauren, a good open mouth kiss, tongue and all, but when Kitty breathed out the smoke, she exhaled through her nostrils! Everyone laughed, and then Kitty and Lauren each pulled off their respective Naughty and Nice tee shirts in unison, peeling them off their bodies and over their heads. In addition to wearing matching tee shirts, Lauren and Kitty were wearing matching bras, satin push-up aksu escort numbers from Victoria’s Secret, identical in style but differing in color; like the writing on their shirts, Kitty’s was red and Lauren’s was blue. Kitty hit the battie and kissed Lauren again, this time successfully passing the smoke to Lauren. Lauren breathed the smoke from Kitty into Tommy’s mouth, and when he turned to Jenni, he saw her making out with Chris. Tommy coughed a bit and Jenni turned to him. They kissed but Jenni breathed out instead of in, and Tommy lost his socks. Jenni had to take off her tank top, revealing that her B-cup tits were being held in a lacy white wonderbra; the white bra glowed in the blacklight.

Tommy and Jenni tried again, and failed again, when Chris tickled her from behind. Jenni slid out of her jeans, revealing simple white panties, small and sexy, innocent yet seductive. Tommy lost his shirt, but still had on a wifebeater. It also glowed in the blacklight. Lauren’s hands were all over him, suddenly. Tommy took another hit, but Jenni’s attention was back on Chris. They were making out again, across the gap between the sofa and the recliner. Kitty had moved back to her bean bag chair and was pulling at Chris’s pants, and Chris and Jenni got on the bean bag chair with Kitty. Lauren started kissing at Tommy’s neck and rubbing her hands across his chest, and they both watched as Kitty got Chris’s pants all the way off. His erection was making a tent of his black boxers, and as Chris kissed Jenni and felt up her chest, Kitty was rubbing his cock with her hand. She suddenly pulled it out through the hole in his boxers and started sucking on it! He moaned when she licked him up and down, and he moaned again when she took him into her mouth. Chris and Jenni were French kissing, really going at it.

Lauren started tugging at Tommy’s jeans; they slid them off his body, and she slid out of her jeans, too, revealing a little blue thong just like the one Kitty was wearing. Lauren grabbed the top of Tommy’s wifebeater and ripped it, right down his chest, tearing it off his body and throwing it across the room. They kissed passionately, deeply, tongues down each other’s throat. Tommy pushed her down onto her back on the sofa and fell on top of her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and they humped against each other, kissing and watching the threesome on the beanbag chair right in front of their faces.

Kitty and Jenni were both licking and sucking on Chris’s cock, and kissing each other around it and with it in between. Their hands were also all over each other’s bodies. Chris had a hand on each girl’s chest, rubbing and squeezing their tits. The girls hands, as they sucked on Chris, were rubbing each other between the legs. They had worked their way inside their panties and they seemed to be fingering each other. Tommy and Lauren got on the floor to get a closer look. They helped Kitty and Jenni out of their bras, and the girls panties were quick to follow. Within an instant, everyone else was suddenly naked, too. Kitty and Jenni had stopped sucking off Chris, and Kitty was on her back on the floor. Jenni knelt over her face and then leaned down, bringing her mouth to Kitty’s pussy, and the girls started eating each other out.

Tommy got Lauren onto her hands and knees as they watched the girls go to town. He was behind her, and was rubbing his big hard cock all over her ass. She reached between her legs, found Tommy’s cock and grabbed it, and led the head to her soaking entrance. He slid it inside her, grabbing her by the hips to push it all the way in. He slowly moved it in and out, and she purred.

Chris was sitting back on the bean bag chair, stroking his cock, watching the girls 69 and Tommy and Lauren fucking. Lauren saw him jerking off slowly, caught his eyes, licked her lips, moaned from Tommy’s big cock fucking her. Chris moved so he was sitting in front of her, and she started sucking him off while Tommy’s fucked her from behind. Her head bobbed up and down with his cock in her mouth. She moaned a lot from Tommy’s fucking, and Chris moaned when she did—the vibrations felt good on his cock. Tommy reached around her as he fucked her slowly and started to rub her clit in little circles. Now she was really moaning, and bobbing her head faster, sucking harder on the cock in her mouth.

The girls on the floor were crying out in orgasm. Tommy and Chris watched as the girls bucked their hips against akseki escort each other’s face, crying out into each other’s pussy. They rolled off each other and saw what was going on with Tommy, Lauren, and Chris. They crawled over and each lay on her back on either side of Lauren, and each took one of Lauren’s nipples in her mouth and started sucking. Kitty grabbed Tommy’s balls and gently squeezed as he fucked Lauren from behind. Jenni grabbed Chris’s balls and gently squeezes as he fucked Lauren in the face. All the sensations—her pussy, the cock in her mouth, the sucking on her nipples, the rubbing on her clit—overwhelmed Lauren, and her body released orgasm after orgasm. All she could do was come! She sucked harder on the cock in her mouth, and bucked her hips against Tommy behind her, until both were coming inside her at the same time, Chris shooting down her throat and Tommy filling her pussy. She took it all, still coming hard herself, until there was no more to suck from Chris’s cock and Tommy could shoot no more. They all collapsed to the floor.

After a few minutes, and the afterglow wore off, Tommy collected some blankets, gave everyone one, and put a different porno in the DVD player for them to watch. Chris and Kitty wrapped themselves together in the recliner. Tommy, Lauren, and Jenni cuddled on the sofa, with Lauren in the middle. They passed around a couple more joints, drank some more beer, laughed and joked about the porno, all the while, undercover, jerking and teasing each other’s bodies. A few times they really got into it. Chris made Kitty come with his hand, rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. At one point, Jenni went all the way under the blankets, her head between Lauren’s legs, and ate out her pussy, and Lauren just moaned and kissed Tommy and grabbed onto his cock and jerked it slowly, holding it tightly. Jenni made Lauren come not once but twice. Tommy’s cock was still big and hard in her hand, so she shed her blanket and climbed on top of him, straddling him on the sofa, her back to him, both of them facing the TV so they could watch the porn. Jenni lent a helping hand, grabbing Tommy’s cock and fingering Lauren’s pussy until the two came together, and she pushed the head of Tommy’s cock into Lauren’s waiting, hungry pussy. They did it slowly, enjoying the sensations of each other’s body. Jenni kissed Lauren, sucking on her tits a bit, before going over to Kitty and Chris.

Kitty and Chris were in a similar position on the recliner, although the chair was fully reclined. Chris was laid back, his hands all over Kitty’s ass and legs, and around to her front, toying with her clit. She had taken his cock into her asshole. She was sitting up, grinding on him with her hips and ass, her legs splayed out in a V as she sat on his lap and his cock. She had produced a large dildo, undoubtedly from her overnight bag. It made a barely-audible buzz because it was vibrating. She was rubbing it along her pussy lips and against her clit. Jenni was kneeling on the beanbag chair. She took the vibrating dildo from Kitty and continued rubbing it against Kitty’s pussy. This allowed Kitty to place her hands on the arm rests and really go to town on Chris’s cock in her asshole. Then, Jenni slid the vibrating dildo a little bit into Kitty’s pussy, just the tip, and then a couple inches. Chris could feel the vibrations on his cock. He grabbed hold of Kitty by her hips and started to thrust into her. Jenni suddenly thrust the dildo all the way inside her, and she melted, lost in ecstasy. She lost control of her body, could only buck her hips, trying to take in as much as her lithe body would allow. Her breasts bounced, and she was constantly moaning and crying out.

Tommy and Lauren watched all this intently, fucking slowly, enjoying the show, parts of them unwilling to believe this was actually happening with their closest friends, and part of them finding it perfectly natural, as natural as the way Tommy’s cock filled Lauren’s pussy and hit her in all the right spots. Lauren started fucking him hard, bucking her hips on his cock and squeezing it inside with her pussy.

Kitty was screaming, Chris and Jenni were working her hard. She cried out that she was coming; Chris grunted and groaned, pushing up with his hips, releasing deeply inside Kitty’s ass; Tommy yelled that he was coming; finally Lauren was sent over the edge by Tommy’s spasming cock inside her, and she came too. Jenni fell onto the bean bag chair, pulling the dildo from Kitty, and slid it into her own pussy. She came within a minute. Tommy and Lauren wandered from the sofa to Tommy’s room, fell into his bed, fell asleep in moments, nestled in each other’s arms. Chris passed out in the recliner. Kitty and Jenni fell asleep together, entangled in each other’s limbs, on the sofa.

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I’m a 35 year old lesbian, been since high school and I like it, haven’t even been close to a man’s dick since I was 22 when I did a threesome with a friend and her boyfriend. I’m also a big healthy redheaded gal, 6-3 tall and 245 pretty put together pounds so I can be intimidating to both genders.

I had to go to California for a seminar for work so I stayed a few days on either end because I had some friends in the area and they threw a party. It was a good trip and I was having a good time, I wasn’t hammered but I was feeling no pain.

The strange part of the party was I found myself really getting along with these two guys. They were cousins, well some kind of cousins-in-law because they weren’t related, I had trouble understanding it all. Anyway looking just like two blonde surfer dudes, both 5-10 tall and 170 pounds. They probably could have had their pick of the women present but somehow found themselves hanging with the big dyke and we were getting along great.

Well as the hour approached and the party was breaking up I was thinking how I hadn’t noticed that many prospects on the female side to score with, maybe because I was drinking too much or spent too much time with Adam and Teddy but I figured it was just one night. That’s when Adam just about knocks me over asking, “So Nancy, it’s the witching hour what would you say to coming home with Teddy and me and getting it on?”

Maybe it was the wine or the whiskey but the pause I took before responding was a few seconds but felt like an hour. My mind raced as I wanted to tell him he should really think about what he was asking, hitting on lesbians isn’t productive, he and Teddy were hot guys if you like guys so they could score easily if they looked around but they weren’t going to turn me around and I thought about pointing out the obvious size differential.

But it’s hard to say who was more surprised, them or me when I did manage my come back, “I’m thinking it would take both of you studly young men to show this much dyke a good time. Do you think you’re up to the job?”

‘Did I just think and really say that?’ I thought because it sounded like I was saying yes to these two guys. Then I realized I did and for whatever reason, the booze, being on vacation, these two blonde dudes hitting on me I figured, Hell yeah I’m going wild tonight because I can.

So when Teddy said, “We always say, ‘go big or go home’ Red, we think we’re up to it. So if you want to get some man love we’ll step up and give you the double dude dose, what do you say?”

I knew I was drunk enough to be game too, so taking a crotch in each hand said, “Well boys let’s get to getting it on before I remember that I’m the big dyke.” And we departed for their apartment which was a quick sprint about two blocks away.

We were all laughing and grabbing on the way to the bedroom, as well as getting out of our clothes which didn’t take long. I was face to face towering over my two blonde California dudes but they were game alright each putting an arm around my waist and leaning in to kiss one of my 42DD’s. Not exactly idle myself I reached down to get my hands on the first two cocks I’ve held for a long time. And I could tell they were already happy to see me since both were hard and filled my hands, and I’ve got bigger than average hands.

With a hard nine inches in each hand, I have to admit my powers of estimation in this area are weak so I just asked and the boys were all too proud to admit how they were hanging, I wondered what I had gotten myself into but I was going. And I decided to get going, I turned towards Adam and putting my hands under his arms I literally tossed him onto the bed then I dove between his legs to get me a taste of some man meat.

I was on my knees with my big ass up in the air and with little recent practical kaş escort experience to rely on I opened wide and took the head of Adam’s dong in my mouth. Even if it’s not like riding a bike I got acclimated fairly quickly and was giving hetero head.

Teddy was behind me and leaning on my back, he started out at my shoulders giving me a thorough rubdown worked his way down my back until he was squeezing my fat butt. As he continued to massage my ass with one hand, which felt damn good, his other found my pussy and he was working two fingers in me.

Then as I was adjusting my jaw to take in more of Adam’s tool and actually suck it pretty good Teddy had maneuvered on his back under me and was bracing his hands on my hips to pull himself up and get to my pussy. Damn who knew this is would involve gymnastics.

With Teddy getting my snatch hot and wet, the young man can lick pussy, I was relaxed and doing pretty good on Adam’s big boner. But I have to admit my cocksucking while enthusiastic wasn’t mastery. I was swallowing about 6 inches but figured that was my limit so I paused to look up at Adam and said, “Well big boy, I have to tell you. I’m getting the hang of this but there’s no deep throat action going to happen.”

I felt Teddy pause underneath me and say, “Don’t sweat it Nancy, we’ve both done each other many a time.”

With Adam responding, “True enough Nancy, we get to do that all the time. Rest assured you’re doing a fabulous job for a les but fucking that red hot pussy is the big deal, so if you’re ready for that Teddy and I can swap ends and get to it.”

I gave the head of Adam’s dick, which was soon to be poking into my pussy, a kiss and said, “Well then trade places and let’s get on with the highlight of the show.”

In a flash Adam was grabbing a condom and moving behind me while I had Teddy’s fresh and stiff dick in front of me to try my lips on. While Adam rubbed my already wet pussy I decided to try sucking Teddy’s balls, it seemed like it might be interesting. I found it to be fun but damn from the moan he let out and the spasm his body made, Teddy sure enjoyed it.

About that time Adam rubbed one big butt cheek and said, “OK Nancy the man loving is coming, you’re going hetero.” Then he poked the head of his big dick in my pussy.

Now it’s not like I haven’t enjoyed the pleasures of latex and battery powered loving on a regular basis but it was different with an actual man mounted cock. Adam took his time pushing in and out slowly and a little deeper with each thrust, all the while rubbing my back, squeezing my ass, kissing my shoulders and neck. He’s a sweet piece for a man.

Not that I was neglecting Teddy. I was almost at my six inch limit when I decided to give him a little extra. I dipped my right shoulder and slid under his leg then kept my balance with Adam pushing me from behind and repeated with the left. Teddy was balanced on his shoulders with his legs draped over mine and his feet dangling behind my head in front of Adam. All without me losing my lip lock on his dick I can say proudly.

That had Teddy squirming with delight and Adam got into really pushing deep, pounding his nine inches into my pussy. It was one incredible sensation, especially with a mouthful of Teddy on the front end, but the feeling of Adam’s firm body banging against my fat butt was awesome. The women who I’ve had give me the old strap on from behind, and some pretty hefty girls at that, fucked me good but none ever matched the enthusiasm and drive Adam was delivering. Sure he enjoyed sticking it in that red hot bush he had in front of him, along with watching me play with his buddy but I could just feel how he was getting off on banging against my fat ass as hard as he could knowing he was pleasing me at the same time.

Again gündoğmuş escort I lack experience but I was impressed with the stamina and ability of both guys to hold back. It seemed like I had been sucking Teddy’s dick and getting pumped by Adam for quite a good amount of time and they hadn’t cum yet. Finally Adam plowed all the way in and leaned over my back to grab my tits which I took as a sign he was ready to cum.

With a low moan and nuzzling against my back he did just that. Adam then pulled out and I looked at Teddy and said, “OK you’re good and ready so get yourself rubbered up and give me the goods.”

As Teddy scrambled off the bed to grab a condom I rolled onto my back and by the time I spread my knees Teddy was in front of me and ready to go. I was so wet and primed I felt the first four inches slide in and Teddy was getting to it as he settled in between my thick thighs. He wasted no time really fucking me hard.

I’ve got to say even for a dyke having my big butt pounded into the mattress as Teddy fucked the stuffing out of me actually was awesome. I couldn’t help but thinking these two could make some straight fat girls really happy. And I’m just saying the feeling of having Teddy’s balls slapping my ass as he fucked me was exhilarating even for my lesbian pussy. The sheer enthusiasm these two have for fucking the big girl is enough to make me enjoy the wild straight ride tonight.

Even though I thought Teddy’s big dick could keep going he was looking red in the face and winded. So I swung my legs around his body and scissored his body to squeeze him tight. That was too much for him to take and he tensed up and paused before he shot off.

When I released Teddy from my leg lock he pitched forward on top of me, his head between my breasts. I hugged him with one arm and squeezed his hard little butt with the other and just relaxed and enjoyed the moment.

I was a happy gal having had my little male diversion but there was more to come. I was just lying on the bed Teddy was next to me sucking on my left breast and gently rubbing my big belly when Adam comes up next to the bed and I find myself stunned, and considering the events of the evening that’s saying something, by what he’s holding. It’s something familiar to me, a strap on dildo, and not some dainty pussy poker this baby looked like it might be the big twelve incher.

The surprising turn continued when he asks, “So Nancy have you ever done a guy up the ass?”

I really didn’t have to search my memory bank too deeply say, no I haven’t, but anticipating the next question I decided to just jump ahead. I reached around and slapped Teddy hard on the ass and said, “But I’m guessing that is where we’re aiming for next.”

Teddy looked up at me and said, “Oh Nancy you’ve been incredible and you’re just such an Amazon it would just be so awesome if you’d do us like we’re your bitches.”

Well it had been one hell of a night so there was no reason to say no. “Well why not, you boys have been such good hosts and fucking me silly I’ll be glad to tune both of you boys up and show you what a woman can do when she’s of a mind.”

I stood up and took the strap on from Adam who helped Teddy to his feet then got his hands and knees, as Teddy started lubing up his back door. I got my big latex manhood secured and damn if it wasn’t a foot long monster. Looking at both of my boys’ sweet little asses I thought, these two have my admiration to be asking for this butt thumper because I wouldn’t be offering my fat ass for this thing.

I climbed up on the bed behind Adam as Teddy eased back having gotten his buddy prepared for the big butt fuck. Tapping that big rod on Adam’s butt I said, “Are you sure you’re ready for this monster dong?”

Taking a deep ibradi escort breath Adam replied, “Oh yeah, if you’re ready to fuck some man ass.”

With a deep breath I poked the head of that dong in Adam’s ass which caused him to let out a deep throaty groan. I knew he had to feel it I just didn’t know how much of that was pain but as Teddy rubbed his friend’s back I heard no calls to stop so I pressed on. I took a good hold of Adam’s hips and slowly worked more into him and we both settled into a steady rhythm.

I got going and it didn’t take long before I was working 10 inches of strap on in Adam’s butt and as much as he was enjoying it I have to say it was fun. I thought that was good but the boys had their toy and surely I thought they must want it all so I kept pushing until I was bumping my belly against Adam’s ass which meant he was taking all 12 inches. I was fucking impressed with Adam and began a deliberate pace of pulling back about halfway and just slamming all the way until I bumped into him. I have to say it was such a feeling of empowerment to be banging a man’s ass with all I had and having him get off on it.

Since it was a night of new experiences I thought of another one. I paused for a bit and steadying myself with my left hand reached around with my right and started to jerk Adam’s semi hard dick. Yeah the old reach around, heard of it but this was a first of course but Teddy seemed to approve and Adam enjoyed it. It was even a bit more when Teddy slid down under him and took the head of Adam’s tool in his mouth, that’s teamwork.

When it felt like Adam was ready to blow, and Teddy appeared ready to receive I plowed all the way into Adam’s ass, held him with my left and got to jacking him off with my right. Finally he tensed up and shot off into Teddy’s waiting mouth. With everybody was happy but no doubt ready for more I pulled back and Adam fell onto the bed next to Teddy.

One down and Teddy to go, he started to move on his knees in front of me but I had other ideas, “No on your back Teddy, it’s only fair I want you to see me doing my thing.”

He looked at me and said, “Oh yeah face to face deep boning, fuck Nancy you’re really taking charge.”

I took Teddy’s dick in my hand and said, “Large and in charge, at least in charge of you boys tonight.”

Adam took the time to lube up Teddy’s butthole as I took a big gulp of water and slid into position. I pulled Teddy’s legs up straight and eased up against the back of them then eased the head of my strap on into him.

Teddy had the happiest most pained look on his face, it was fabulous. I’m sure he thought I had a huge smile on my face because he was so good but I was really trying to stop from laughing at the sight of his dick and big balls flopping all around as I pounded that dong in his ass. I had never seen anything like it and it was hilarious.

Adam is such a doll, he got behind me and reached around to hug me and play with my fat tits as he leaned against my back and I continued to stick it to Teddy. These guys are such fun to play with because they’re having such a good time.

I was really sticking it to Teddy good and after who knows how long I could see his face was red and he must have been pretty well done in. I mean I think the blood had rushed to his head and not to mention I was just about spent from fucking both guys.

When I pulled out my legs were tired, hell a guy cums and is done, a strap on stays hard until you give out. Adam helped me remove the strap on then I just fell forward on top of Teddy. Adam jumped on my back and the two of them hugged me sandwiched between them and we just decompressed for a while.

After a good half hour I should have been exhausted but instead I was invigorated, so much so that after a round of showers we went at it another couple of rounds. Both guys fucked me, Teddy from behind and Adam on top then I did both of them this time Teddy doggy style and Adam face to face.

I’ve got to say, I’m not changing teams but the next time I venture to the west coast I might turn it loose and go wild with Adam and Teddy again.

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Leave it to the company to set me up in this dump, thought Abianne as she kicked off her black mules and rolled the nylon thigh highs down her long toned legs. The conference had run late and Abianne was still jetlagged, so she skipped drinks with her colleagues and headed up to her hotel room. The room was nice enough, she conceded, unzipping her gray pinstripe pencil skirt. But the walls were paper-thin; she had heard someone in the next room use a blow dryer this morning. Now she could her neighbors, a man and a woman – no, two men and two women – talking and laughing loudly. She shrugged at her reflection in the mirror and began to run the water for a bath.

On the other side of Abianne’s bathroom wall newlyweds Lila and Bello glance nervously at each other and back at Donna and Kurt, a couple they’d contacted via the internet. A steady flow of liquor from the mini bar helped eliminated inhibitions, and soon enough all four were on the bed, laughing and lightly stroking bare legs and arms.

Abianne’s own legs and arms were bare and soaking in the hot water. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. The silence in the bathroom only amplified the noise next door.

“I want to kiss you, Lila,” Abianne heard a husky female voice purr. There was some giggling and then the distinct sound of a antalya escort kiss, slow and cautious and new, the sound of two mouths meeting. The kissing continued, and Abianne heard the low murmurs of two male voices. Lila and Donna separated and Abianne recognized the sounds of disrobing – the unzipping of zippers, the whisper of fabric pulled over one’s head, piles of clothing falling to the ground. Good lord, Abianne turned her head to the direction of the noise. They’re having an orgy in there.

Indeed, that was the plan in Room 328. The kissing intensified, kisses covering naked flesh, kisses from male and female mouths, accompanied by soft feminine moans and masculine grunts. Abianne’s hands found her full breasts, nipples pink and perky, and she tugged them in rhythm to Bello’s bellowing. On the bed in the next room Bello was stretched out, all 6’4” chocolate brown muscle spread over the burgundy sheets. Thirty fingers caressed the smooth flesh. Donna mounted Bello’s impressive cock and his wife fell into place behind Donna, placing her hands on the other woman’s breasts, and the two women kissed and rubbed against each other as Donna rode Bello. Kurt had found his way to Bello’s feet and took each toe in his mouth. The bed rocked and squeaked beneath the weight of the couples. lara escort Bello’s moans blended with the sounds of Donna’s deep vaginal orgasm, a symphony of ecstasy seeping through the walls.

Abianne was lost in her own ecstasy. Her hands had made there way down from her breasts to her pussy, one parting the lips while the other rubbed her clit with reckless abandon. She came quickly but ached for more, a deep satisfaction like the one Donna screamed about next door. She shoved the long thin handle of the back brush into her vagina, but was disappointed. She reached around for the toiletry bag she’d left on the floor by the sink and pulled out her can of hair mousse, thicker than the handle of the brush – not quite thick enough, but it would do for now. She replaced the brush handle with the canister and slowly brought it in and out of her, the movement creating waves in the bathwater which filled her with a more intense pleasure, particularly around her clitoris. She leaned her head on the side of the tub, her long blond hair pillowing her neck. Abianne slid the brush handle into her tight red anus, moving it in and out in sync with the mousse can in her pussy.

Next door, Lila had dismounted Donna and settled on Kurt’s hard on, who had moved from Bello’s muratpaşa escort feet to the edge of the bed. Donna knelt on the floor in front of Lila and began to kiss the other woman’s thighs, then her mound, hungrily sucking on the clit. Bello moved from the bed and positioned his large dick into Donna’s ass, pumping her with excitement as he watched his wife come.

Lila came. She yelped and screamed. Her moans drifted through the thin hotel walls and Abianne came with Lila. Abianne’s past lovers always commented on her catlike screams of passions; she was loud. So loud, in fact, that she didn’t hear the noise in the next room stop. And she didn’t hear the knock on her hotel door.

The group came into the bathroom. Abianne looked up at the figures gazing down at her. She pulled the mousse can and the brush handle out of her and stared back, consenting to whatever might happen. Bello lifted her wet naked body from the tub and followed the others to Abianne’s bed. Bello placed her on the bed and she watched as Donna, a beautiful curvy Italian, straddled her own body, placing her hairy mound on top of Abianne’s shaved pussy. Donna rubbed against Abianne, who arched her back and moaned.

Lila stretched out along Abianne’s right side and traced Abianne’s nipple with a wet finger. Bello followed Lila and matched her body with his, fitting himself into her backside. Kurt smiled at Abianne, kissed her mouth, and removed his tongue to replace it with his cock. The group continued their lovemaking all night, interrupted only by Abianne’s wake-up call at 8 am the following morning.

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Lily was the only unmarried bridesmaid at the wedding… and yet all of the groomsmen were single! So was the sexy best man… she didn’t quite know how that had happened. Smiling happily, she flirted with every single one of them, they were all so cute! How could a girl feel inferior for being single when she was surrounded by so many hot and interesting guys that were all panting to talk to her some more?! It really was happy luck on her part.

Walking by a column during the reception she heard two of the groomsmen talking to the best man, complaining really, “All the other weddings there’s always all these single bridesmaids, now all of them are married.”

“Lily’s not,” one of the observed.

“Yeah,” said the best man, “And she’s hot, but it’s not like she’s going to help all of us out.”

“Why not?” Lily purred, stepping around the column to the three men as they jumped in guilty surprise, “I think that sounds rather… challenging…” the three of them stared at her.

“You would?” the taller one gasped, Brad his name was?

“Absolutely,” said Lily, “I’m in room 209… and do you know I’m feeling awful tired. Pass the word along would you boys?” she winked at sauntered off, shocked at her brazenness… but well, she’d always wanted to try group sex. And what was hotter than a bridesmaid taking on a bunch of groomsmen?! Her pussy was getting wet just thinking about it… it would be like living out one of those dirty stories that she always read online.

When she got to her room, she did have some anxieties that none of them would come… maybe they would just think she was a slut and stay down there and tell all the guests what a whore Tricia’s third bridesmaid was. Her anxieties were banished when there came a knock at the door; opening she found all six men staring at her eagerly, but also with wary expressions on their faces as though they were afraid of being turned down too. She giggled, they all looked so alike.

“Come konyaaltı escort on in fellas!” she said smiling, “Let’s have some fun!”

An hour later they were all drunk and she was sitting on someone’s lap, kissing him passionately. Most of them were in various states of undress as the room had been hot with all of them in it… hands were roaming her body, more than two of them. Giggling drunkenly she pulled back and let herself fall onto the bed, hands and mouths going where they would as the men pulled the dress off of her.

Six guys, she mused, and all hers… all those other silly married women who were missing out on fun like this! Screw envying the bride, it was definitely time to be envying the bridesmaid!!

Kneeling between one of the guys legs, she started sucking on his dick, feeling the thick meat moving in and out of her mouth. Delicious. Behind her someone got into position and started to push his way into her ready pussy, hands were moving all over her body and making her shudder with delight. It was too bad that everyone was ready to go all at once, but some of them were just going to have to wait their turn. She stifled a little giggle.

Lily moaned around the dick in her mouth as one of the guys spanked her ass, she did like her sex a little rough. More hands came down as the guy behind her continued to pump in and out of her pussy, more hands tugging roughly on her breasts and twisting her nipples. Now this was heaven… how many girls had this many guys paying attention to them all at once?

By the time the first guy was cumming in her pussy her ass was pink and her nipples sore, but it was just making her hornier and hornier. As a second guy began to push into her already stretched hole she could feel her orgasm building. It was about halfway through his fuck that she started cumming, her mouth sucking the dick all the way into her throat in her ecstacy. The guy started gushing kepez escort fluid down her throat and she swallowed hungrily, her orgasm making her voracious for cock.

Another dick was pushed into her mouth as she moaned and panted, sending vibrations up the lucky guy’s joy stick. When the guy in her pussy came, she took her mouth off the guy in front of her for a moment.

“Hey guys,” she said, “Let’s try something a little different, I can definitely accommodate you three guys with one turn.” Lily grinned as she batted her eyes at the three guys who hadn’t cum yet. They looked like they were about to die of heavenly shock.

One of them lay down so that she could climb on top of him, her pussy slowly sinking onto his thick meat. The guy that had been in her mouth waited patiently while she lubed up the last guy, covering his shaft with saliva before he went behind her and started pushing his dick into her ass. Lily moaned as he invaded her tighter hole, she felt totally stuffed with cock now, sandwiched between two meat sticks with a third one being sucked back into her throat. The other three guys were watching, all of them fondling themselves and working their way back to hardness.

The three on the bed moved in unison, fucking and sucking; Lily felt like she was sinking into an ocean of pleasurable lust. Everything was sensation as her pussy and ass were filled and vacated, dicks pushing in and out of them in erotic rhythm. When she started cumming again her moans and the convulsions of her body set off all three guys. It was a shocking climax for her body as she was suddenly being filled with cum in all of her holes, she practically vibrated with the intensity of it.

Almost as soon as the three pulled out they were replaced, the three guys who had been standing off to the side had gotten hard again. Lily whimpered as they pushed their way in and started pounding away at her body, still sensitive from kemer escort her orgasm. It was almost painful how pleasurable it was, she shuddered and writhed, sucking greedily all the while almost trying to pull away from their lustful onslaught. Very quickly she was cumming again, tears actually running down her face at the sensory overload.

This time the guys didn’t cum all at the same time, but as soon as they did cum they would move away and be replaced, so that it was an unending onslaught of cock pushing in and out of her body. Eventually they stopped using her mouth, allowing her to breath more deeply which helped as she was now constantly in the throes of orgasm. It started taking longer and longer for them to get hard, so that only one would be in her at a time for the most part – not that it stopped her from cumming at this point. It was never-ending, wonderful, excruciating sex; probably the most intense experience of her life.

After all of the guys were completely spent, Lily just lay on the bed, panting and moaning a little at the wonderful soreness of her body. Two of the guys picked her up out of the bed and took her to the shower where they held her up under the delightful spray of hot water and helped clean her off. She hummed, almost purring, as they soaped her body gently, it felt so soothing and good.

When they got out of the shower they found the other guys putting the bed back together.

“It’s a bit of a mess…” said one of the guys, apologetically, “I don’t really think you want to sleep on it.”

“Come on,” said the Best Man, “We can all crash in my room.”

Of course, by offering his room the Best Man ensured that he’d be in bed with Lily, although the bed was so big that one of the other guys slept there with them. Still, she really wasn’t in any shape to be going at it again, as soon as her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep.

The next morning she woke up to the cheerful voice of a groomsman, “ROOM SERVICE!”

Sitting bolt upright in bed, startled, she smiled as all the guys stood there grinning at her. One of them was holding a tray filled with food, the others each had a flower which they tossed on her as she started laughing at their silly grins.

It was the best wedding she’d ever been to.

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Author’s Note: Thank you all for your feedback and comments; it’s really the best incentive to keep writing these (other than the fact that “Leigh” loves reading them). I love hearing from readers, and with this story in particular, if you have any ideas or things you’d like to see in a sequel, I’d love to hear them.

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“So do we…put out snacks or something?” Leigh asked, trying not to sound nervous.

John laughed. “No, no snacks. Just water.” He walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Are you sure you want to do this? You seem nervous.”

She smiled. “I’m sure. We promised, didn’t we?” She turned to get water, saying over her shoulder “I’m no more nervous that I am any time we have guests over.” She was sure he could tell she was lying, but it was important to keep up the façade nonetheless.

John followed her into the kitchen. “We can still change our minds if we want to. It wouldn’t be the first time. For all the rules, they seem very reasonable, and I think they’d understand.”

Leigh took a deep breath and steadied herself. She didn’t turn back to look at him. “No,” she said. “I want to. I may never want to do it again, but I want to try.”

John kissed the back of her head and began taking glasses down from the cabinet. “I love you,” he said softly into her ear. “And I will love you if you change your mind. Just tell me if you do.” He walked away into the living room.

Leigh excused herself to shower and get ready. As she waited for the water to heat up, her mind ran back over how they had gotten to this point. About 5 months ago, John had been approached by “a friend,” a person whose identity she still did not know, with an invitation to join an…unusual group.

A few years back, a group of friends, whose names she, again, did not know, had been sitting around and, she assumed over a great deal of alcohol, revealed to one another what they thought about the others’ wives. There was of course complaining about attitude, rules, etc., but it quickly became clear that all of them had the hots for each others’ women. In what started as a joke but eventually they all decided was serious, a plan was born.

To hear John tell it, the women were the most enthusiastic planners, a fact which Leigh sometimes doubted and sometimes did not. The rules smacked of a woman’s involvement, that was clear, but what wasn’t clear was whether they had been imposed as a condition or developed alongside the basic idea. Regardless, once the men and their wives agreed, the group was born. Something like 4 years later, it had grown quite slowly and, John told her, still consisted of less than a dozen couples.

John was the newest member, and since Leigh knew nothing about its membership, she did not know how or why he had been invited. He had been very hesitant when he broached the idea with her, and despite her nervousness now, when he’d suggested it, she had been enthusiastic. The idea shocked and aroused her, it played into some of her most carnal desires to be wanted and used. And, as frustrating as the rules had been to her over the last few months, they were the only thing keeping her reason from getting the best of her.

She ran through the rules in her head once again, hoping it would calm her nerves in a way the hot water running over her had failed to.

The first rule was absolute anonymity, at least for the women. She could not know who else was a member, and none of the other women would know that she, or for that matter John, was either. John was forbidden from telling her where he went when he attended the events, and, now that it was their turn to host, she would be blindfolded and wear earplugs the entire time.

The second rule was that the men in attendance were not allowed to touch her with anything but their hands, and she was not to touch them. They were to remain fully clothed at all times. She could speak to them, but they could not speak to her. They were there to look and to touch, but no more. She, in turn, was there to be seen and to be touched. Any pleasure they brought to her was a bonus, but ultimately, she was there as the entertainment, the toy John shared with his friends. That thought brought a shiver of pleasure down her spine, and she relaxed a little, reminded of why she agreed to this in the first place.

The third rule was that the procedure was to be strictly followed. At precisely 7pm, the men would arrive, in a group, and knock on the front door. The room would have already been set up, with chairs arranged in a half-circle and Leigh at the center. John would put on her blindfold and she would insert the ear plugs before John went to open the door, making sure that she would not see the men enter. Both would remain in place until the men left.

She would be clothed as all the men took their seats. John would begin the evening by going over the rules again, even though all the other men in attendance would know them by heart at this point. alanya escort Each of the men would then, in turn, stand and approach her. They would each have a few moments to touch her while she was still clothed. They would not be allowed to say anything to her or touch her with anything other than their hands, but she could speak to them and say what felt good and what to not do.

When John had told her about this step, she had been surprised and pleased, since most men, in her experience, don’t see the value and sensuality in clothed touching. Plus, it was a way to sort of warm-up to the experience. Another likely female addition.

After each man had a turn, John would approach her and undress her completely. There she would stand, naked, in front of the men. Then, as before, they would each approach her and have a few moments to touch her however they saw fit. They would be allowed to caress her breasts, to rub her pussy or ass. The same rules as before applied, John could step in if anything went too far, and she was free to express her pleasure or displeasure, her desires, and her feelings.

Once all the men had taken their turn, John would bring a chair out to the center of the circle. She would sit in the chair, spread her legs, and masturbate while the men watched. She would initially just use her fingers, but after a few minutes, she would be allowed to use her vibrator to make herself cum, relieving the sexual tension and energy that had built-up over the course of the evening. At that point, all the men would leave, and John would have her all to himself.

The idea of being the entertainment for a group of men she did not know and could not see was both scary and arousing. She would be ogled and touched and lusted after by all these men, knowing that she was wanted. She would be used as a toy, not for sex per se, but still for sexual pleasure. John was giving her away, letting these man have a taste of what he has every day, using her as a way to get this same taste from other men’s wives.

She smiled at that part. John had been perfectly honest that part of the appeal of this was, of course, being able to touch and look at the other’s wives. And he admitted that, at least for those women who would themselves have enjoyed a chance at the flip-side of the coin, it was unfair that the anonymity applied in only one direction. But he was not given a chance to make his own rules, he’d said, only to take them or leave them. Leigh was willing to take them.

John had attended two events hosted by other members. That was the way it worked, he’d explained: a new member got to go to two events before he was expected to host one of his own. Leigh had waited up for him each night, anxious to hear how it had gone. There were of course limits to what he could say, given the anonymity of it, but he had told her as much as he could.

The first time, he had of course been nervous. The man hosting had only done so once before, and things had not gone very smoothly; when they arrived, they had to wait outside for 10 minutes because his wife wasn’t ready yet. When they were finally let in, the room was in disarray and they had to find their own chairs. Several of the men, whose names Leigh or course did not know, but many of whom John told her were pretty high-powered, were left to pull a sofa across the room for themselves, an image Leigh rather liked.

In John’s censored retelling, the host’s wife was a tall woman, skinny, in her early 30s. The couple had no children, and as John put it, that was probably for the best, since her hips were so narrow she wouldn’t have been able to take it. They’d made John go first, as the new member, and he was nervous. He had put his hand on her arm, slowly moving it up over her shoulder. She’d seemed incredibly uneasy, reacting strongly to his touch, pulling away, her body almost trembling, all of which only made it harder for him to do much, he’d told Leigh after. He sat down, barely having brushed his hand over her (in his telling, barely-there) breasts. The other men seated around him mocked him for his hesitance, he’d said.

When the second round came, and John walked up to this now completely naked woman, he had been only marginally bolder. He had walked around her, both to enjoy the full view and to give himself a moment to breathe. He’d reached out with one hand and cupped her ass, while running his other up her spine. She’s moaned at that, and he relaxed slightly. As he walked back around to her front, he placed both his hands on her shoulders and run his fingers along her clavicle, then down over her breasts. He took one breast in each hand and massaged them, the nipples hard against his palms. The moaning was almost constant now, and he could see the woman’s lip quivering.

He’d moved his hands down, placing one on her hips and the other on the mound of her pubic bone. She was, John had told Leigh, a “natural red-head,” something John had aksu escort never seen in person before. He’d run his fingers through her red pubic hair, which made the woman whimper in pleasure. He was surprised when she opened her legs and whispered “rub my clit.” He did as he was told, which elicited a yelp of pleasure. “That feels amazing, fuck” she’d said, grinding her pussy against his hand. She moaned again, this time more powerfully. His time up, he sat down, one of the men asking him what it was he’d done to her clit that had brought about that reaction; apparently she was something of a quiet “performer,” and was not known to respond so strongly. His first time, he was already making an impression.

That night, when John told her all this while she masturbated, she knew she’d made the right decision. The only jealousy she felt was the burning, passionate kind that turned her on. She felt no real competition with this nameless, faceless, skinny redhead, all she cared about was that her man had wowed her with the same sexual prowess she received whenever she wanted it. She came hard that night.

One month later was John’s second event. This was with one of the group’s founding members, a wealthy and important couple, John had told her. There was no fumbling for seats or waiting in the cold this time; no, this couple had done this many times before, and everything went smoothly. The wife, it seemed, was also better entertainment; she was a woman in her mid-fourties, “average looking,” John had said, but with much more in the way of energy. As John retold this evening’s encounter, Leigh could tell that he’d enjoyed himself a great deal.

From the preceding men’s turns, John could tell that this woman was really into it, talking to each as he took his turn with her, moaning and responding to each touch. When John’s turn came, he had walked up to her with confidence and put both hands on her breasts. “Ooo, goes straight for what he wants,” the woman had said. “That’s it, knead them. Play with them. Can’t wait until you can see them naked, can you?” In keeping with the rules, John didn’t respond. But he had moved his hands down to her thighs, which he massaged through her slacks. When he moved his hand up to her crotch, the woman had said “yes, fuck, rub my pussy…it’s getting wet from all this attention.” He’d walked around behind her and given her a playful spank. The woman laughed and said “harder!” He did as he was told. She repeated, “harder!” and he did it again, his hand slamming her ass with a crack. She’d moaned and said, “I can tell you’re the new one…I like you. I’m looking forward to your next turn.”

As he retold it to Leigh, when John’s next turn came and he approached this completely naked woman, he had paused for a moment, not knowing what to do first. For her age, she was in quite good physical condition, her breasts firm and her skin toned. John had never seen a woman of this age naked in person before, and he honestly didn’t know what they liked. So he started right off with the one thing he knew she seemed to like; he walked around behind her and slapped her ass. She’d yelped in what John initially feared was pain, but a split-second later said, as before, “harder!” He did as he was told, though not quite as hard as his hardest from before, fearing he would leave a mark. He’d then walked around front of her, cupping her breasts in his hands. “There you go,” she’d said. “Are they what you were hoping they’d be?” He of course did not respond, but instead rubbed his nipples in-between his finger and thumb, which earned him a loud moan and a whispered “I knew I liked this one.”

After a few moments on her breasts, he had slid his hands down over her sides, resting them on her hips. He just held them there briefly, waiting for a reaction. He got it. “Fuck, stop teasing me and finger my cunt.” He’d smiled at that, and slowly slid his hand down over her pelvis and cupped it over her pussy. He placed his fingers on either side of her clit and began rubbing, which got him a deep moan. “Yesss,” she said. “Yess. Fuck. Now put a finger inside me.”

John froze, not knowing if this was allowed. But she knew the rules as well as anyone, he figured, and he went ahead and did as she’d asked, sliding his index finger inside her pussy. “Oh my God,” she said in response. “Fuck yes. Fuck yes.” John grew even more bold, curling his finger around and rubbing her G-spot. This earned him another yelp of pleasure, followed by more moaning. He moved his other hand back up to her breast, kneading it as he had earlier. When his time was up and he slid his finger out of her pussy, she whispered “thank you.”

Though Leigh would (probably) never know that woman’s name, she wanted to thank her as well. John again told her that story while the two lay in bed naked, one hand on his hard-on and the other with her vibrator on her pussy, and she loved every second of it. She imagined this woman feeling the kind akseki escort of pleasure she herself felt at John’s touch, she imagined the jealousy that woman, who didn’t even know John’s name, must feel for her, given that she could feel that same pleasure whenever she wanted. Leigh held back, not letting herself cum while John finished the story, including the part about how the woman had made herself cum incredibly hard at the end, demanding that she be allowed to finish with him inside her. He was more than happy to oblige, and when she came, it felt like her whole body would explode from the pleasure. She lay there, unable to move, unable to speak, for several minutes.

As she got out of the shower and dried off, she ran through the rest of the evening in her head. She and John had practiced it several times in the last few days, twice today alone. But still she was nervous. How could she not be? She stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself, knowing that soon, close to a dozen men she had never and probably would never meet would be staring at her. She knew she was sexy, but had never believed herself as sexy as John and others had told her she was. Dieting, waxing, and shaving had gotten her here, and there was nothing more she could do now. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Leigh took some time picking her bra and panties for tonight; never before had this many people, let alone this many men, seen her in her underwear, especially not in this kind of intimate way. She settled on a pair of black boy-short panties and a matching black bra; sexy and flattering, but not too ostentatious. She then put on a black and white dress; it seemed to her, contrary to what the other women had done, that a dress would be more enjoyable than pants. She hoped the men didn’t judge her for that. It seemed a strange thing to worry about, given that these men would soon be touching her and using her for their own pleasure, but in a strange way, she still wanted to impress them. John assured her that she would be the hottest “entertainer” they’d seen in at least the last 3 months, and almost certainly longer, but she was still self-conscious. She hoped he was right.

She walked out into the living room. It was 6:15, plenty of time before the men would arrive. John had finished setting things up and was waiting for her. He smiled at her softly, sweetly; not the kind of smile you expect from a man who’s about to give his wife’s body away for other men’s pleasure.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

“I wear this every day,” she said dismissively. Secretly, though, it made her feel better.

“You’re beautiful every day,” he replied. She looked down and blushed.

“Thank you,” she said.

He walked over and kissed her cheek. “You’re going to do great. They’re going to love you.” She felt her pussy stir at that. “And if you don’t wa-“

“Stop,” she said, more forcefully than she’d intended to. “I want to do this. I’ll tell you if I change my mind, but stop offering.”

“Ok,” he said softy. “Do you want to run through it again?”

“Yes,” she said, glad that she had not upset him, not that he’d have any grounds to be upset under the circumstances.

He took her hand and walked her to her place in the room, at the center of the seats. Between the couch and the chairs, there was room for 12 men; John said he wasn’t sure how many were coming, but he thought it would be somewhere between 7 and 10.

“Do you want to do this one blindfolded?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” she said. “I want to try doing it that way at least one time. I get how it all is going to work now, I just want to feel it for real.”

John walked over to the counter and picked up the blindfold and the ear plugs. “These, too?” he asked.

“Yes, those, too,” she said. She was less sure about that, but better to do the real thing at least once. There was time for another trial run if she needed it.

He walked around behind her and put the blindfold over her eyes, tying it tightly. “This too tight?” he asked softly?

She shook her head. “It’s fine,” she said.

He kissed her on the cheek and handed her the ear plugs. “You put these in yourself,” he said.

She did as she was told, putting both plugs in her ears. Everything was quiet for a few seconds. Very quiet. She was glad she’d decided to do a test run with these in, it was somewhat disorienting to be standing there in such quiet. She heard a soft mumbling, but she couldn’t make out what John had said. She pulled out one plug. “What?”

“I just asked if you could understand what I said, and apparently you couldn’t,” John said. It sounded like he was smiling, but with the blindfold on, she couldn’t tell.

“I guess not,” she said. “Should I put them back in?”

“Yes,” John said softly. She did so, and again was bathed in silence.

She stood still as she could feel John moving around her. She twitched as she felt his hand glide over her left hip, softly following him around. This is so hot she thought suddenly. She wondered if she would feel the same way when it wasn’t her husband walking around her. He cupped her ass in his hands and squeezed. She smiled a little, knowing that he was probably really enjoying this “practice run.”

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Carrie winced as the ball popped into a glove. The double play took the steam out of a ninth inning rally. With only one out left, she knew there wasn’t much hope of her boyfriend’s team pulling this one out.

Sure enough, only three pitches later, the center fielder caught a long fly ball, ending the game. She gathered up her bottle of water and purse, knowing Greg was going to need cheering up. The team that had just beat them was their most bitter rival, and he hated them with a passion.

Fortunately, she already had a plan. As soon as they got back to his place, she was going to join him in his post-game shower. She’d suck him off and let him come in her face. He absolutely loved doing it. She was less than fond of it, to say the least. In the shower, it wasn’t so bad. She could wash it off as soon as he recovered enough to admire her cum-spattered face.

A top-heavy blonde jogged past her toward the dugout, giving her pause. Carrie had never seen the girl before. Probably Keith, she thought. The girl looked like exactly the sort of vapid bimbo he usually hooked up with. Carrie rolled her eyes and continued on.

Greg climbed out of the dugout with a scowl on his face. She smiled at him, hoping to begin the process of cheering him up. The last thing she expected was a look of wide-eyed shock.

“Surprise!” the blonde said as she ran up to Greg. “I couldn’t wait until the next time you were in town, so I came to see you.”

The utter panic on Greg’s face spoke louder than words. Carrie’s smile turned into a scowl even more intense than the one he had worn a few moments earlier. She stalked toward him in a red rage.

“You son of a bitch!” Carrie screamed as she reached him.

“Who the fuck are you?” the bimbo asked.

As the last word passed the blonde’s lips, and before Greg could utter whatever lie he’d opened his mouth to say, Carrie slapped him — hard. The smack caused everyone in the area to turn toward them, and she heard Greg’s teammates muttering.

“I’m his ex-girlfriend now,” Carrie growled, ignoring how badly her hand was stinging. “You can have him,” she added as she swept past them both.

“What?” the blonde shrieked. The sound of a second slap echoed off the dugout walls.

Carrie didn’t look back.

****

Her phone rang that evening while Carrie was walking with her friends from the cab to the bar. She tapped Ignore on the call, which listed it as coming from Piece of Shit. It was the third time Greg had tried to call after sending about thirty text messages. She’d deleted them almost as soon as they arrived, but had seen enough to know he was making excuses.

“Fuck him,” her friend Tracy said, knowing who the call was from.

“That’s not happening, no matter how much he wants it,” Carrie said, prompting laughter from both of her friends. She was hurt by his betrayal, of course, but she was far more angry than sad.

Upon entering, Carrie spotted three stools open at the bar. It took little more than a glance to communicate with her friends, and all three hurried over to where they were certain to be seen. They had just taken their seats and begun talking about what to order when one of the servers walked up behind them.

“Those guys are offering to buy the first round for the three of you,” she said, pointing to a couple of tables over in the corner.

Carrie turned and her eyes went wide. Despite the darkness, she easily recognized the guys as the rivals to Gary’s softball team. The men raised their glasses in salute.

Her friend Jamie let out a purr. Tracy quietly said, “Score. Let’s get our drinks and go over there.”

“Those are the guys who beat Gary’s team today,” Carrie said.

“Even better,” Jamie said. “He hates them, and it won’t take fifteen minutes for someone to text him and let him know.”

“They’re probably all cheating assholes just like him,” Carrie scoffed.

Tracy said, “Who cares? I’m not looking for a husband. I just need some dick.”

“Amen,” Jamie agreed.

Though she had her reservations, Carrie knew that Jamie was right. Gary would know almost instantly, and he deserved it. “Okay.”

Jamie nodded her head and held up a finger. The guys across the room seemed to understand. A couple of minutes later, the three ladies sauntered up to the tables. The introductions took a bit with nine guys and three girls.

It was hardly surprising when Tracy sat down next to a black guy named Marlon. She never passed up an opportunity to hook up with a black guy with a shaved head. Jamie’s choice of a dark-haired guy name Wesley was just as predictable, because he had a beard. With only two outside seats remaining, Carrie sat down next to the pitcher, whose name was Brian.

“Saw you at the ballfield today,” Brian said.

“Congratulations on your win,” Carrie offered.

He chuckled. “Thanks. Kind of saw what happened, and thought you could use a good time to take your mind off it. The drinks are on us all night, right guys?”

The men all voiced their antalya travesti escort agreement, and Carrie said, “Well, we can hardly pass that up.” She then took a drink of her Jagerbomb.

To her surprise, that good time manifested itself quickly. The guys were animated, funny, quick with compliments, and at least acted as if they were listening when she talked. After a second drink, she was even more relaxed.

Tracy made it almost an hour before she suggested a bathroom break. The three girls headed for the restroom. As soon as they were inside, Tracy asked, “Are you two okay if I get out of here with Marlon?”

“I’m ready to get out of here too,” Jamie said.

Both of her friends looked at Carrie.

“Go ahead. It’s all good.”

“Going to hook up?” Jamie asked.

The guys were all pretty hot, and Carrie had a good buzz going on. She shrugged and said, “Oh, maybe.”

“Maybe. Yeah, right. You’re getting some cock tonight,” Jamie teased.

Tracy cocked her hip and said, “I know I am. Let us know which one you hook up with?”

“We’ll see.”

Both her friends rolled their eyes. Then Tracy said, “Ready?”

Carrie nodded, and they all returned to the guys. Fresh drinks were waiting on them when they got back to the table. Tracy downed hers without sitting down, and then crooked a finger at Marlon. With that example set, Jamie did the same. She and Wesley left before the other couple had even reached the door.

“Don’t play around, do they?” Brian asked.

Carrie laughed and said, “Nope.” She’d been unconsciously leaning toward him from the moment he introduced himself. Between the drinks and knowing that her friends were going to get laid, she was seriously considering following Jamie and Tracy’s example with Brian.

“Check it,” one of the guys said, and nodded toward the door.

Carrie looked over and saw Gary at the same time he spotted her. She quickly looked away and muttered, “Great.”

“You want to get out of here?” Brian asked.

“Yes, please,” she answered, trying to keep her anger under control. She stood up, and the other guys began sliding out from the table.

Gary was staring at her with an unreadable expression. In a fit of pique, she slid her arm through Brian’s once he stood up. For good measure, she hooked arms with Pablo the first baseman as well. She and the seven men then walked toward the door.

Though she pointedly ignored Gary, the guys didn’t. One said, “What’s up.” Another sarcastically said, “Good game.” That set them all to laughing, and it continued all the way out the door.

Carrie glanced over her shoulder just as she stepped outside, and she could see Gary was absolutely livid. That brought a smile to her face. She had a flash of thought and acted on it before she could think better of it. She glanced at Brian and said, “Grab my ass.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. Not only did Brian give her a squeeze, but Pablo did too.

“Ah man, did you see that motherfucker?” The catcher Steve laughed.

“I know that was for him, but I liked it,” Brian said.

“I’m with him,” Pablo agreed.

“It wasn’t bad,” Carrie teased. The truth was that a chill had shot up her spine when they both grabbed her at the same time, and she was getting wet fast.

“I can do better,” Steve said.

“Me too,” arose a chorus from the other four.

“Chill,” Brian said as he guided her to turn on the sidewalk, still arm-in-arm with her. “So, you want to hit another bar?”

“I don’t know,” Carrie answered. Her phone buzzed in her purse, and she slipped her arm out of Brian’s to retrieve it. It was a call from Gary, of course. Feeling evil, she answered it.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked as soon as she brought the phone to her ear.

“Deadly serious, asshole. I haven’t decided which one I’m going to fuck yet. Maybe I’ll just fuck them all. Guess you lose to them again. Bye.”

Her brain caught up with her mouth as soon as she disconnected the call, and her face burned. Did I just say that?

“If you’re serious, we’re up for that,” Brian said. “We’re in the hotel at the end of the block.”

Carrie gasped when she saw the seriousness in Brian’s expression. He reached down to adjust his cock, and he wasn’t the only one. She’d never been with two guys before, and she’d just been offered seven.

“Just say the word, and we’re all yours. Or, tell us to fuck off. It’s cool. We’ll go back and make sure that asshole doesn’t come over here while you call a cab or something.”

It was a terrible idea. She knew that. Going into a hotel room with seven guys she’d just met was a recipe for disaster. The thought terrified her, but she couldn’t deny that her nipples were hardening and an ache was building between her legs.

Brian said, “Love to see how many times we could make you come.”

“I… I…” Carrie stammered as she glanced around at the hot guys surrounding her. She’d always had a fantasy about antalya escort bayan being with two guys, and it had never failed to make her come hard when she masturbated to it. It could be real many times over if she said yes.

She swallowed hard and nodded.

Walking down the sidewalk in a surreal, almost out-of-body daze of arousal, Carrie was standing in front of a hotel door before she knew it. Brian unlocked it and entered, turning on the light. She followed him in, and could feel the press of the other men behind her, though none was touching her. She walked to the middle of the room and turned just as the last one entered.

Brian closed the door, gave her a hungry smile, and said, “It’s all up to you. You can say no and walk right out of here.” That said, he pulled his shirt over his head. “I hope you don’t, though.”

Carrie’s eyes darted from man to man as each followed Brian’s example. They moved toward the beds, purposely leaving her an open path to the door. One after another, they revealed muscular chests and six-pack abs. Shoes and socks came off, discarded wherever each man was standing. Then, jeans started sliding down.

Pablo’s boxers went down with his jeans, revealing a slightly above average cock, which was hard and bouncing with his heartbeat. The catcher Steve was next, and his cock was just as big. The rest came down near simultaneously. Some were average and some were bigger. Not a one of them was small.

The center fielder — whose name she couldn’t recall through her fog of arousal — proved true the stereotype of black men being hung, in at least his case. He easily had an inch and a half on the others — save one. Brian’s was a match in length, and looked even thicker.

All seven men sat down on the beds — most slowly stroking their cocks. Carrie breathed heavily, on the verge of running toward the door, but with her pussy aching.

“All yours, if you want,” Brian said, and wiggled the impressive erection in his hand at her.

Even she wasn’t sure what she was going to do when she took the first step forward. When she reached the space between the two beds, excitement and need won out over caution, and she climbed into the bed where Brian waited. He sat up, slipped a hand behind her head, and pulled her into a kiss.

Carrie moaned as he kissed her hard, and hands caressed every accessible inch of her body simultaneously in a well-coordinated team effort. When she and Brian broke from the kiss, she found herself awash in a sea of muscular bodies and hard cocks. She didn’t protest in the slightest when Brian unhooked the top button of her pink top. Instead, she went to work from the bottom.

Because she was braless, her breasts were bared in seconds. Her nipples ached from being so hard, matching the ache between her legs. Someone slid down the zipper on the back of her skirt, and she let Brian guide her to lie down.

“Hell yeah. Look at them tits.”

“Get that pussy out.”

“Gonna make you come until you can’t see straight.”

Carrie didn’t have the presence of mind to even identify who was talking. She lifted her bottom when someone pulled on her skirt, and again when Brian pulled down her panties. They joined the scattered clothing surrounding the bed, leaving her nude, save for her top, which nobody had removed.

A big cock moved in until it was nearly touching her cheek. At the same time, hands squeezed and caressed her breasts from both sides. She grasped the center fielder’s huge, dark organ, pulled it down straight, and wrapped her lips around it. She’d barely sucked the head in when two fingers slid into her saturated pussy. She moaned around the cock in her mouth.

“Fuck yeah. She’s got a hot little mouth.”

“And a tight pussy.”

Carrie sucked, not even able to get halfway down on the long shaft, and felt a flash of disappointment when he pulled away after only a couple of minutes. One of the other players stepped forward, and she filled her mouth with his stiff cock.

They all took a turn, letting her sample each erection for a minute or two. Mouths replaced some of the hands, sucking her nipples and licking her pussy. Brian was the first to go down on her, and he was so enthusiastic that she had to concentrate hard to keep sucking Pablo’s cock. As soon as Brian lifted his face from between her legs, Steve moved in. Brian walked over and took his turn in her mouth.

Again, she couldn’t take even half of Brian’s cock. It stretched her lips, making her jaw ache, and confirmed her initial estimation of its girth. The thought of it in her pussy made her back arch, and Steve amplified that by sucking her clit.

Every guy had his own technique, and they were all good. She went from Steve aggressively sucking her clit to another player tickling it with the tip of his tongue. Long laps, quick wiggles, and enthusiastic sucks were making it more difficult by the second to concentrate on the cock in her mouth.

By the time the rotation antalya escort of manflesh ended with the right fielder — who she thought was named Jake — she was on the verge of coming on Pablo’s tongue. The electric tingles in her clit were joined by a warm itch in her depths. Her toes were even curling. She whimpered in frustration around the cock in her mouth when Pablo stopped just short of getting her off. She let the erection slip from between her lips to beg for relief, and saw one of the guys kneeling in front of her with cock in hand.

“Oh god — yes,” she cried out as he took aim.

Carrie squealed as he buried his cock to the hilt in her soaked pussy.

She grasped the cock she’d been sucking, but the one sliding in and out of her depths overwhelmed her. On top of that, Brian had wet his fingers and went to work on her clit. She curled her fingers around the cock that pressed against her other hand, but could do little more than sporadically stroke the two hard organs as she swiftly ascended toward a peak.

“Yeah, that pussy’s good,” the guy growled as he pounded her.

Carrie yelped, “Yes! Fuck me! So close!”

The others sounded off with encouragement. “Yeah, come all over that dick,” someone said.

Another said, “Make her pop.”

The rest of the words were indecipherable white noise as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Her heart raced and her head lashed on the pillow. No matter where her gaze fell, there was a hard and ready cock attached to a chiseled body. She hung torturously on the cusp of the abyss for what felt like forever with a cock slamming into her, Brian’s fingers flashing over her clit, and two men pinching her nipples.

She wailed long and loud in sweet agony when her orgasm exploded into being.

Her cries warbled from the continued assault on her pussy, but only for a few seconds longer. The man fucking her growled and pulled out, sending her shooting into a fresh spike of climax. Brian jerked his hand out of the way just in time to avoid getting hit with jets of cum.

Though she’d always disliked having someone ejaculate on her, the hot streams spattering on her stomach and below her breasts only added to her ecstasy. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her, making her thrash on the bed.

It was only the beginning.

Carrie sucked in a noisy gasp when she felt Pablo’s cockhead press against her. The air escaped in a groan when he pushed through the resistance of her clenched walls. Still in the tail end of an orgasm, she whimpered and yelped with every thrust. Around her, the first baseman’s teammates encouraged the next man up to bat.

“Yeah, make them titties bounce.”

“Get some, Pablo. Keep that pussy coming.”

“Ah! Shit, man. Damn, that pussy is too good,” Pablo cried as he slammed into her, making her breasts jiggle.

“Minuteman,” someone teased.

He answered with a strained, “F-fuck you.”

It barely registered on Carrie. The sharp pangs of her aftershocks faded, and she was surprised to feel pressure swelling in her depths once again — and quickly. In the space of a few more strokes, a second orgasm crashed through her before the first had even completely ended.

She flailed and jerked beyond any ability to control, her hands and knees slapping against bare skin with almost every movement. A shriek escaped her when Pablo pulled free, and in the midst of the gasp for breath that followed, his pussy-slick cock was in her mouth. Her lips closed around it of their own volition, and it almost instantly erupted. He grunted and gasped as he spurted thick cream into her mouth. One errant burst tickled her throat and she coughed, causing his semen to run down her cheek.

He stumbled away to sit down hard on the other bed. Carrie saw someone moving in front of her and she whimpered, “Oh god,” when she saw the center fielder’s huge cock moving into the V of her legs.

A scream caught in her tight throat, emerging as nothing more than a croak when he slid inside her.

She couldn’t believe the sounds emerging from her own lips as he pushed a little deeper with every thrust. The cries were deep, animalistic, and emerging from the very bottom of her lungs. She felt as if he was going to tear her in half, and yet there was always an aching need deeper inside her. Unable to look away, she watched with fearful fascination as the huge organ dived inside her and then retreated. She had never been so full in her life, but it was barely half of him.

And she was still coming.

The constant stream of spikes and troughs left her nearly senseless of anything else until she felt a rush of cool air on her sex and a void deep inside her. Her eyes cracked open long enough to see him take his cock in hand before another electric jolt of climax took her. His semen spattered over her chest, tits, and even her chin.

Then there was another cock inside her.

Carrie screamed herself horse from the relentless back-to-back climaxes that wracked her body from one hard-thrusting cock after another. Only the shock of each man pulling out gave her a few moments of slight clarity. Cum landed in hot pools on her breasts when Steve finished. Then more filled her open mouth and glazed her face. Hot spatters covered her stomach, filled her belly button, and dribbled onto her pussy. All the while, she was coming again and again and again.

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I’m sorry for the delay in getting this chapter written and posted. I hope it was worth the wait. If you haven’t read the first four chapters, I suggest you do so you’ll know how our characters have arrived at this point.

*

As if the incredible sex of the night before hadn’t been enough, Lily woke me that Saturday morning by teasing my cock to hardness with a combination of deft hand work and a wet tongue in my ear. When I, and it, both were awake, she kissed me deeply and then dived under the covers to suck on my dick for a little while. I was hoping it was what she calls it a good luck kiss before sex, but when she came up for air she reminded me that we were chaperones for the marching band’s trip to a competition that afternoon.

“Maybe you can fuck me when we get back,” she cooed, “but for now I just want to suck you off. Better hurry, Bill. We’ve got to be at the school pretty soon. We’re chaperones for the band trip, remember?”

There was nothing slow and subtle about this blowjob. Lily wanted cream and it was only a few moments before her very active mouth got every bit of sperm my balls could possibly have made since the night before. Just like the night before, she held every bit of it in her mouth until our lips met in a deep romantic kiss, then flooded my taste buds with the richness of my own jism.

“I love you, my sexy cum-loving pervert,” she giggled as she bounced out of bed. I soon heard the water running as she began her shower. I decided to join her even though we didn’t have time to fool around in the shower. As it was, we barely got ourselves dressed and our son delivered to the school in time to get his instrument and uniform before the buses began loading. Linda had arranged the seating so that she and Charles and Lily and I were all on the same bus. This was the first time I had met Charles, who turned out to be a very tall, broad-shouldered, handsome man. Charles sat next to me, saying that he knew the ladies would get into a conversation and he’d rather not get caught in the crossfire. “And I wanted to thank you for showing Linda such a good time the other day,” he said with a wink. “She told me you knew I was watching.

“I’m glad you’re still talking to me, I said, very relieved that he wasn’t angry with me for fucking his wife. “So how was it, having your fantasy come true?”

“Hot,” he practically groaned. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or done, and I’m ready for it to happen again.”

We didn’t have much longer to talk and we couldn’t really get into deep details since we were on a bus full of minors, so Charles and I eventually fell into the usual “guy talk” subjects – sports and cars, mostly. I discovered him to be very easy to talk to and felt like we were just beginning a very nice friendship. Linda and Lily, for their part were getting along famously. There seemed to be a genuine friendship forming between us all, and I was very happy with that outcome.

The trip was short, only about a half-hour, and the kids performed fantastically, gathering the highest scores of the competition from the judges for their show. Before we loaded up for the ride back, Lily pulled me aside and told me that she had thanked Linda for her suggestion. “She tried to act so clueless when I said that,” Lily laughed, “and then, when I said that you’d really enjoyed the creampie, I thought she was going to jump out the bus window.”

“You have a cruel streak, Lily,” I chuckled.

“I didn’t let her suffer long, she quipped. “I told her I was OK with it. In fact, I told her that the next time you two get together, I want to be there to watch.”

“And what did she say to that?” I asked. I was sure Linda wasn’t that much of an exhibitionist.

“She asked me how soon” Lily laughed. “God, Billy, she must love your dick – not that I blame her.”

When we got back to the school, our son came over and told us that he was invited to a party at a friend’s house and asked if he could go and also spend the night. Since it was an old friend and I knew that his parents would be there to keep an eye on things, I was fine with it. Plus, Lily and I would have the evening to ourselves, which gave me lots of ideas. About the time I was going to suggest we continue where we’d left off that morning, Linda and Charles come over to where we were and asked if we’d be interested in getting together that evening, since Abby was spending the rest of the weekend with her friend Lexy. Lily was quick to suggest that they come to our house, so we made plans for around six that evening and said our goodbyes.

Lily and I spent the rest of the afternoon in a state of high anticipation while we straightened up the house and elmalı escort got it ready for our guests. Several times Lily made a comment about how handsome Charles was, so I quipped, “I thought you only wanted to watch me fuck Linda.”

“I do want to watch you with her, but I’m only trying to be fair,” she quipped. “You fucked Linda, after all, why shouldn’t he and I have some fun?” That was only too true, and once Lily planted the idea of letting Charles fuck her, it made my cock instantly hard. Lily saw my rapidly growing, twitching bulge. “You seem to like the idea,” Lily chuckled, running her hand across the tent in my trousers. “What would you think about cleaning me up with your tongue when he’s through?”

I wanted to answer with something flippant, but all I managed was a groan. My knees were about to buckle at the thought of running my tongue through a fresh load of another man’s cum in my wife’s pussy. My cock twitched against Lily’s hand. “Hold that thought,” Lily told me, giving me a kiss and a final squeeze before putting me to work with a broom. I’ll admit I thought about it a lot. I was thinking about it so much that it was difficult not to give in to the temptation of jacking off in the shower. Six o’clock seemed to take forever to arrive, but soon the hour arrived.

Even though it was the first time we’d gotten together socially with them, our evening with Charles and Linda felt like time with old friends. We talked easily with each other during dinner about anything and everything. Both Linda and Lily shamelessly flirted with Charles and me. Charles, for his part, seemed fascinated by Lily’s braless C-cup boobs, which jiggled enticingly under the slinky silk blouse she had chosen for the evening. She had strategically unbuttoned it far enough that she could flash him enticing views of her cleavage, which she did quite flagrantly, bending down in front of him to refill his wineglass or offer him a platter of the food she had made. Linda and I weren’t jealous. We were playing our own games with each other under the table. Linda was obviously braless, too. Her tiny breasts didn’t jiggle, of course, but the hard points of her amazing puffy nipples stuck through her clingy knit dress like bullets, showing her obvious arousal to us all.

When we left the table and moved to the living room for after dinner drinks, Linda sat next to me on a loveseat while Charles and Lily sat opposite us on the couch. Lily sat sideways on the couch, facing Charles, though she often leaned over to touch his arm as she made some point or another in her conversation. It was obvious that she was also giving him more downblouse views, and I could see that she had undone yet another button of her blouse to make the view even better. Linda scooted in close to me and at one point I put my arm around her and she contentedly snuggled in under my shoulder and drew my hand to her tits as we watched our spouses flirt with each other.

After a while, Linda whispered in my ear, “Charles is wild about Lily’s breasts. He’s been drooling over them since we got here.”

“I think she planned it that way,” I whispered back. “But who’d have guessed he’d be a tit man?”

Linda laughed. “You have to admit it’s a big change from what he’s had to play with for the past 20 years.”

The laughter and flirting continued for a while until, as happens in every room, everyone seemed to stop talking at the same time. The silence seemed to last forever, filled with an unmistakable sexual tension. Lily turned toward Charles, nervously clearing her throat. “Don’t they look good together?” she asked, pointing over at Linda and me on the loveseat. Without giving him an opportunity to respond, Lily went on. “So sexy, I mean it. I think they’re a very hot couple.”

Charles paused a minute before he answered. “They are. I’ve seen them in action, remember?”

“I feel so left out,” Lily moaned with a fake pout that fooled nobody. “Everybody’s seen the show except me.”

“I bet we could talk them into a command performance,” Charles chimed in. “Couldn’t we?”

“If those two voyeurs want a show, I guess we’ll have to give it to them won’t we?” Linda retorted. Grabbing my hand, she rose quickly from the loveseat and pulled me up after her. “Which way is the bedroom?”

“Up the stairs on the right,” Lily shouted after us. “Don’t start until we get there.”

“Then you’d better hurry,” Linda answered, and pulled me up the stairs and into the dark bedroom at nearly a run. Linda pushed me back onto the bed and lay on top of me, mashing her entire body against me and giving me a passionate kiss. “Finally,” she panted. “I’m dying for some döşemealtı escort more of your wonderful cock!” We continued kissing until Lily interrupted us.

“Charles, turn on some lights in here. Sex in the dark may be more romantic, but don’t they know we want to watch?” Laughing, Charles flipped the switch and Lily moved around the bed, turning on the bedside lamps. “That’s better.” Now, do you want us to hide in the closet, or can we just sit in these chairs and watch comfortably?”

“Smartass,” I said as I rolled Linda off me and stood to remove my clothes. “Wherever you have the best view is fine by us.”

Linda stood up and reached down to the hem of her dress. She pulled it off over her head in one smooth motion, revealing not only that she was braless, but she had left her panties at home as well. Then I noticed that her blonde bush was completely gone. Seeing where my eyes had traveled, she made a little twirl, put her hands on her hips and said, “Like it? Charles shaved it off this afternoon.”

“Love it,” I answered. “He did a nice job.”

“What can I say?” Charles said from his chair in the corner. “I love my work.”

Linda moved to me and helped me out of my pants and boxers while I pulled my shirt off. As soon as my erection was freed, she took it into her mouth eagerly, sucking me as deeply as she could and then backing off to tongue the head. I heard both Lily and Charles make appreciative noises as they watched the sex show beginning. A few more swirls of Linda’s tongue and I was making appreciative noises myself.

Linda knew she was getting me overheated, so she stood up and kissed me, mashing her flat belly against my hardness, then quickly pulling away to lie on the bed spread-eagled.

“Lick me” was all she said and I was instantly on my knees between her slim, taut thighs and feasting on the honey that was pooling at the entrance to her vagina. All thoughts or awareness of our audience were forgotten at that point. All that existed were my mouth and Linda’s delicious pussy. She cried out and came almost immediately but I kept licking and sucking. Soon she was moaning again, both hands clutching my hair and pressing my face deeper into her crotch. “Yes! Oh God! Right there, she sighed. “I’m going to cum again!” And she did, wrapping her legs around my head and beating on my back with her heels as her second climaxed crashed through her. Even though my hearing was muffled by her thighs, I could hear her scream of ecstasy.

When I lifted my head from between her legs, she raised her head to look down at me. “I need you in me now, Bill.” She panted. I raised myself over her, until my throbbing cock made contact with her pussy. Linda grabbed my hips and pulled. My cock easily found its own way into her channel and she groaned contentedly as I pushed into her, filling her in one stroke. “Fuck me hard!” she demanded as she wrapped her legs around me and used her heels to spur me into action.

The teasing and anticipation of the day had built my need to such levels that I was ready to oblige her — ready to drive my cock into over and over again, mercilessly, until I filled her with my cum. With a day’s worth of anticipation and the evening’s teasing, I could tell it wouldn’t be long. Our audience, her husband and my wife, were forgotten as I gave in to my animal instincts and rutted into Linda with everything I had. She was even noisier this time than during any of our previous encounters.

I realized that I was being noisy myself, grunting loudly from the effort of slamming my groin against Linda’s, trying to plunge my dick as deeply into her willing cunt as rapidly as I could, over and over. We were both shiny with sweat by the time I reached my climax, roaring like a beast as I thrust one last time into the depths of my lover’s sex and filled her with my sperm. It pushed Linda over the edge as well, and I could feel the walls of her pussy contract and milk even more cream from me.

For a moment the room was silent as Linda and I lay, still coupled, trying to catch our breath. “Wow!” Lily whispered, breaking the silence. “That was … wow!” I opened my eyes and turned my head toward her, still in her chair beside the bed. Her blouse was opened, baring her luscious tits, and her skirt was hiked up nearly to her waist. She had her feet up on the chair seat and her legs spread wide. Her soaked panties hung from one ankle and two fingers of her right hand were buried in her vagina. She smiled at me, pulling her sticky fingers out of her quim as she lowered her feet to the floor and moved toward me on the bed.

As I pulled out of Linda and rolled to the side, Lily bent türbanlı escort and took my cock in her mouth, slurping hungrily at the remnants of my cum and Linda’s juices that coated my dick. She lapped up every drop she could reach, carefully licking my balls to make sure there was no trace left. Then she moved up and kissed me, letting me taste the combination for myself. “Wow!” she whispered again. “I love you.” About then, Linda moaned again. Lily and I glanced over at her. Charles was going down on her. He was still fully dressed but had his fly open, his hard cock in his hand as he greedily drank my cum as it poured from his wife’s pussy. It wasn’t long before Linda tensed and came again, the contractions of her cunt pushing the last of my seed into his hungry mouth.

I looked back at Lily, who was openly staring at Charles’s dick sticking out of his open fly. “Go for it,” I whispered. “It’s only fair, after all.” Lily moved toward him, eagerly opening undoing his pants and sliding them down his legs along with his briefs. My cock sprang back to full hardness as I watched Lily go down on Charles, sucking him like an absolute slut, moaning around his cock and touching herself.

Linda moved over to my side, her hand seeking out and stroking my cock as we watched our spouses first sexual encounter with each other. Lily did her best to tease Charles and make his pleasure last but all too soon he groaned and shot off in my wife’s mouth. She didn’t let a single drop of his cum escape her lips, and when she finally let his erection slip from her mouth, she immediately moved over to kiss me. I knew what to expect, and wasn’t surprised when Lily pushed his huge load of semen into my mouth. “Don’t swallow,” Linda whispered in my ear as Lily pushed Charles’ gigantic load into my mouth. When Lily’s lips left mine, they were replaced by Linda’s demanding mouth. She vacuums my mouth for the white, pearly goo her husband had shot in my wife’s mouth, and then pushed Charles onto his back and fed him his own cum. Lily had gone back to sucking on Charles, whose erection throbbed back to hardness as his wife filled his mouth with his own cum.

Satisfied that he was hard enough, Lily straddled his hips and guided his rod into her sodden sex, then urged him to roll on top of her. “Come on, Charles. Fuck me!” she urged him, pulling her legs back and hooking them over his shoulders. Charles began a slow in-and-out movement, burying his cock deep in my wife again and again. He soon picked up his pace, and soon was fucking her so hard and fast that their bodies made slapping sounds as they collided again and again.

“I’m going to cum, baby,” Charles said hoarsely. “Do you want it?

“Oh yeah, Charles! Fill my pussy! Come in me!”

He stiffened and shuddered as he shot his load deep inside her, then rolled on his back panting from his exertions. Linda immediately went down on him to clean up his cock, and I moved to my wife’s gaping pussy. The come was already leaking out of her and running down the crack of her ass, so I moved in and started licking and sucking up the sloppy, tasty mess before it could get away. Lily was so hot that it only took a few flicks of my tongue on her clit to send her into a huge orgasm that pushed the rest of Charles’ come into my mouth along with her own sweet juices.

My cock was rock hard again and I was about to move up and fuck Lily with all my remaining strength, when I felt Linda’s warm mouth envelope the head of my dick. She ran her tongue up, down and all around my hardness, wetting the whole length of it, sometimes tickling the sensitive tip, sometimes taking me as deep in her mouth as she could. I stayed there on my knees, eating my wife’s cream-filled gash, while Linda sucked my cock. At one point, I opened my eyes to look up at Lily and she was stretched out contentedly, one hand lazily pulling at Charles’ semi-erect cock. It looked like he was temporarily spent, but she continued to toy with it.

Linda, meanwhile, was taking my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until I was practically squirming with pleasure. She moved one of her hands to my backside and teasingly caressed my ass cheeks in circles. Occasionally she would lightly glide a finger up and down my crack. I let a tell-tale moan escape when one of those teasing fingers brushed my anus, and the next thing I knew, she was working her index finger into my ass. The unexpected intrusion made me lose it immediately and I flooded Linda’s mouth with my cum. She slid out from under me and moved up to give Charles a cum-filled kiss like I’d gotten earlier. He passed the cum on to my wife, who pulled me up and fed it all to me.

The four of us lay on the bed in a tangle for a while, perhaps thinking of regaining enough strength to start another round, but then the phone rang. It was our son, wanting a ride home because the party was boring. Reluctantly, we all dressed. Charles kissed Lily goodbye as I kissed his wife, and we all promised to get together again as soon as possible.

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Chapter One:

Summer is upon us and the weather is heating up along the Central Coast of California. This may be the toastiest July of them all. Certainly, my sex drive is hotter than ever and I’m thankful my darling Catherine is back from her time in Southern California. She was on an extended visit to her daughter’s home which left me plenty of time to get into trouble. And I did my best. I have several stories to share with her.

Currently, I’m driving up to her house in San Luis Obispo. We’re going to hike along the hills behind her house, barbecue a tri-tip and hopefully, wind up in her spa together. Catherine told me she has a new neighbor that just moved in next door. Her previous neighbor, longtime friend and co-conspirator, Lacy moved east in the Spring. Lacy’s husband, who taught Geology and Earth Science at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo accepted a Dean position at the University of Texas in Austin.

Last year the two of them nearly split when it came to light that her husband, John, had secretly installed video cameras along the fence next to Catherine’s backyard and was spying on Catherine when she sunbathed in the nude. Lacy found out her husband had video of us making love in the spa. She confronted him and threatened to leave him if he didn’t erase all his ‘peeping tom’ videos and remove the cameras at once. She promised to work on their marriage and be more available to him. I remember Catherine feeling so violated.

Catherine and Lacy routinely spent hours naked at Avila Beach soaking up the sun and working on their all-over tans. They loved to strut up and down the clothing-optional side admiring hard cocks and flashing their huge tits to onlookers. I wonder if Catherine has introduced her new neighbor to the joys of nude sunbathing.

I arrive at Catherine’s and park the truck in front of her house. I start to knock when I see a note taped to the door. Come around to the back Rob. We are out by the spa. I scratch my head as I contemplate the ‘We are’. I thought Catherine and I were going to enjoy some alone time. Nonetheless, I walk around the side and open the gate to her backyard. Catherine lives on a quiet cul-de-sac and her house backs up to open grazing land. She has a spectacular view of rolling green hills. Today is another day filled with sun drenched, cloudless blue skies.

I walk to the back of the property, out by the stone patio and sunken spa. Catherine has four chaise lounges that face out to the open space. As I walk closer, I see bodies occupying two of the lounges. I recognize Catherine on the left by her long auburn hair done up in a pony tail. On the right I see a head full of blonde curls. I approach the side of the ladies and am stunned to see them lying topless under the morning sun.

Catherine is the first to speak, “Hi Darling, it’s so nice to see you. It’s been too long once again.”

I’m still speechless as I focus on four fabulous boobs. Catherine stands and hugs me tight. Our lips meet in a slow, sensuous kiss with lots of tongue. I think to myself, what a way to be greeted. I feel her firm Double-D’s press into my chest and her nipples harden with our embrace. I run my hands up and down the smooth skin on her back.

“Ahem, hey you two.”

Our mini-reunion is interrupted by Catherine’s friend. We break apart and look over to the chaise lounge. Catherine giggles, “Oh yeah. Rob, I want you to meet Samantha. She just moved in next door. Samantha bought Lacy’s house, and now we are new neighbors. Samantha, this is my Rob, whom I’ve told you all about.”

“Well hello Rob, it’s so nice to meet you.”

Samantha gets up from her chaise lounge and I extend my hand to greet her. She pushes my hand away and grabs me around the waist, hugging me close. I feel her body press hard into me. Samantha lifts on her toes and whispers in my ear, “I hope she shares.”

My cock stirs, and I know Samantha feels it because she grinds her hips into mine before releasing her hold. She steps back, and I focus on her bare tits. Her breasts are nice and round; I’m guessing a C-Cup, with coral colored puffy nipples. They look so soft and suckable. I have a momentary flash back to my friend Julie who works at Sprouts Farmers Market. Samantha’s boobs look exactly like Julie’s, and I love Julie’s tits. I raise my eyes up and catch Samantha looking right at the bulge between my legs. She looks up and meets my gaze with a smile.

“Wow Catherine, you said he was cute, but I think he is handsome and has some nice big qualities about him too.”

Samantha is certainly not a shy one. I come to my senses and must ask what this moment is all about.

“Hey Cath, I thought we were going hiking today, what gives? You certainly aren’t dressed for a hike, unless we’re going to Avila Beach.”

Both Catherine and Samantha laugh at my comment as they shake their tits back and forth.

“Come on Rob, don’t you want to hike with a couple of topless hotties?”

Catherine knows that I would love to do just kaş escort that. She grabs my hand and explains.

“No silly, we were just enjoying some sunshine waiting for you. Look, we both have our hiking boots on and khaki shorts. Our backpacks are in the kitchen with snacks and cold water. But first come join us and relax for a bit.”

I find it very hard to relax when I’m looking at bare breasts. I try my hardest to concentrate, as I sit down on the chaise lounge next to Catherine. I look over to Samantha who is back to reclining on her lounge.

“Samantha, where did you live before you bought John and Lacy’s house?”

Samantha explains that she lived in an apartment on the far side of campus. She works in the same department with John, so when she found out that John and Lacy were moving to Texas, she offered to buy the house. They never had to list it with a realtor. Instead, they found a real estate lawyer who drew up the contract and made all the arrangements with the escrow company. It was such an easy process and it was quick. All the while Samantha is speaking, I watch her tits rise and fall with every word.

“So, Rob, I hear you love to RV and explore California. Catherine was telling me all about your trip to Sequoia last fall. It sounds like you had a lot of fun. Visiting all of the National Parks is on my bucket list.”

“Yep, I try to get out on the road at least once a month. In fact, I just returned from a week up in Big Sur. I found a small RV Park that used to be a commune back in the 60s. It has a private beach and old fashion wooden spa. I swear 25 people could fit in it at one time.”

Catherine looks at me and raises an eyebrow. I’m sure I’ll have to tell her the entire story at some point in the future.

“Hey, I should take you ladies up there for a nice getaway. You can even walk around the park topless, if you like.”

I better stop talking before I spill all the beans about my week in Big Sur with Karen, the owner and her girlfriend, “So ladies, how about that hike?”

We all stand, and the girls grab their tee shirts from the lounges and put them on. They won’t be hiking topless, but braless is just as nice. We head into the kitchen for the backpacks. I grab the heaviest as we head out the door. I know from experience that Catherine fits as many water bottles as she can into one pack.

There is a small gap in the fence at the end of the cup-de-sac that leads out to the open space and several trails. Today we are walking down along Stenner Creek towards the water treatment plant. There is a lot of vegetation and cover to keep us cool along the way. I enjoy watching the ladies hike with their tits swaying back and forth. Catherine keeps telling me to keep my eyes on the trail. I have a hard time following her orders. About three kilometers in, we are all working up a good sweat. The ladies’ shirts show a familiar pattern of sweat down the valley between their breasts and more is visible under each round mound. The sweat stains provide a nice frame surrounding their tits, adding to my enjoyment.

We arrive at the water treatment plant and head back toward Catherine’s house. We’re feeling the heat and decide to take a water break. As we sit on some tree stumps near the edge of the creek, Catherine surprises me with a question.

“So, Rob, how was your glory hole adventure? Were you the stud that delivered the goods?”

I am completely caught off guard by her query. I hem and haw, half mumbling a response.

“What do you mean? I don’t understand the question? Glory hole adventure?”

Catherine and Samantha start to laugh uncontrollably. They wag their finger at me, hoot and howl.

Samantha adds, “Come on stud, tell us all about it.”

Catherine finally lets on to the secret. She and Samantha went to Diamond Adult World in Grover Beach and saw Lynette. Lynette is the Assistant Manager at the shop and a good friend to Catherine and me. We have visited the shop several times together, mostly to buy our favorite lube. We seem to go through lots of lube whenever we are together.

Samantha had never been to the store in Grover Beach and Catherine was happy to take her new neighbor there. They were looking for a vibrator for Samantha and ended up visiting with Lynette for over an hour. In addition to buying a rabbit vibe, Samantha also picked up a push-up bra and some crotchless panties to go with it.

The girls had a lovely time chatting. Catherine mentioned that she had just returned from Southern California and was going to get together with me the following week. That’s when Lynette related the story about meeting two ladies from Iowa at the beach. They had never been to an adult store and quizzed Lynette on what it was like to work there. One gal asked Lynette if she knew what a glory hole was, and did they really exist. Apparently, this lady’s husband has told her all about glory holes, but she didn’t believe him.

Well, Lynette invited them gündoğmuş escort to the store and then recruited me to supply the cock for the glory hole. Suffice it to say, I performed as instructed and enjoyed an anonymous blow job, plus a whole lot more.

I’m getting a little paranoid, “So, what did Lynette tell you?”

Catherine smiles, “The whole story, the fact that you took three Viagra pills before your big performance and then your little get-together back at her house. I swear Rob, I was getting a little jealous. But more than that, I was really turned on, so you better make it up to me this evening.”

Samantha adds, “Yeah Rob, it was a pretty hot story. I wouldn’t mind sucking your cock through the glory hole some time.”

Catherine and I both look at Samantha, but she just shrugs her shoulders. I think it’s time we continue our hike. I need to work off some of this nervous energy. We each drink more water and Catherine passes around some energy bars. When we’re rejuvenated, we continue our hike back to Catherine’s home. Along the way Catherine lets me know she has invited Samantha to join our walking club and thinks the three of us will become inseparable. I tend to read between the lines and start to fantasize about a threesome with these sexy ladies. My cock begins to stir and presses against my shorts.

Three kilometers later and we are back at the cul-de-sac where we started. It’s still too early for a barbecue, so Samantha asks us if we would like to help her with some unpacking over at her house. Since she just moved in two weeks ago, there are still a lot of boxes to unload.

Catherine agrees, “Sure, why not. We’ve already worked up a good sweat, we might as well continue to get dirty before dinner.”

Samantha is so happy for the help, she grabs onto me and squashes her firm tits into my chest. She plants a wet kiss on my cheek. Catherine just shakes her head and takes my hand as we follow Samantha inside. I put the backpack with the water on her kitchen table as she shows us around. This is the first time I’ve been inside the house. I never ventured over when Lacy lived here, as she was always at Catherine’s place.

The layout is very similar Catherine’s house; two story, large family room connected to the kitchen with all the latest appliances. There is extensive use of wood laminate flooring on the first floor and plush carpeting on the second story. There are several large boxes that Samantha asks me to take upstairs, while she and Catherine putter around the kitchen. It’s left up to me to do the heavy lifting.

I’m halfway up the stairs when Samantha shouts, “Just put the boxes in my bedroom please. I’ll sort through them later.”

I step into her bedroom and look around for a convenient spot for the first box. The room is larger than Catherine’s master bedroom and there is a king size bed right in the middle of the room. That’s a huge bed for one little lady; I wonder if Samantha has ever shared it with anyone else. The mahogany headboard has a large mirror at the center with several doors around it. I pass on the opportunity to snoop around and open any doors.

Before I go downstairs to retrieve another box, I peek into the master bathroom on the left side of the bedroom. It’s quite ornate with lots of marble and two overhead skylights that allow for natural lighting. On the counter next to the sink, sits a nine-inch rabbit vibrator. I can’t resist picking it up and taking a closer look. It’s light blue with wide, bulbous end. I flick the switch and it comes alive with a gentle buzz. The shaft rotates, and tiny ears vibrate quickly. I bet they feel good pressed against Samantha’s clit. I picture her pushing the shaft deep into her pussy and making herself cum. I shut off the magic wand and look around some more.

Samantha has a large walk-in shower that’s tiled from floor to ceiling. There is no door, just a high wall that separates the shower from the rest of the bathroom. I step inside and am amazed. There must be enough room for at least four grown people. There are two shower heads, one on each side wall. I wonder why Lacy never invited me over to experience this. Then I wonder if she ever shared this with Catherine. I bet they did, especially after their days at Avila Beach.

I head back downstairs before Catherine and Samantha wonder where I am. They are still filling cupboards with pots and pans from several boxes in the kitchen. I ask if I can be of any more help, and Samantha asks if I wouldn’t mind unloading some boxes in the garage. There are tools and gardening equipment that need to be put away. I leave the ladies to their kitchen duties while I attend to the garage. There are several boxes that need unpacking and a lawn mower that needs to be assembled. I’m starting to wonder just what I have gotten myself into. I would rather be laying on Catherine’s chaise lounge, soaking up sun and drinking margaritas while ogling their naked bodies.

The garage ibradi escort is hot and stuffy while I work on setting up the tools and mower. I pull my shirt off and try to cool down. Forty-five minutes later, with sweat dripping down my back, I finally have the garage looking good enough for the “Tool Time Show.”

I wipe the sweat from my body with my tee and head back inside the house. The air conditioner is running full blast and feels good. Catherine and Samantha are no longer in the kitchen. I call out their names but receive no answer. Swell, they’re probably back at Catherine’s enjoying the spa.

I see one larger box by the stairs, so I grab it and haul it up to the bedroom. I place the box by the bed and start to walk back downstairs, when I hear a commotion in Samantha’s bathroom. I walk over and peer inside but see nothing. Then it registers, I hear water running in the shower. I hope a pipe hasn’t sprung a leak.

I figure I’d better look to see if I can fix the problem. As I step around the tile wall and into the shower, I am met with two gorgeous, naked ladies soaping each other.

“Well, it’s about time you join us. Where have you been? Look at you, you’re covered in sweat. Was the garage too hot?”

Catherine stands behind Samantha running a soapy wash cloth all around her backside. Her words catch me completely off-guard. Samantha’s hands cup her own breasts as she massages the full mounds and pulls on her hard nipples.

“Yes Rob, come join us. Take off those shorts and show me this glory hole cock everyone is talking about. Catherine says you have a beautiful, thick cock that she just adores.”

“Is this some sort of dream, or trick? What are you two doing?”

“It’s no dream, Samantha and I decided we need to clean off all the sweat and grime from our hike and house cleaning. So, are you going to do what she wants and drop those shorts, or will I have to do it for you?”

I certainly don’t need a gold-plated invitation and promptly push my shorts down along with my boxers. My cock springs to attention, fully engorged. Seven hard inches ready to play.

Samantha whistles, “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Nice cock Rob, and you are circumcised. You’re just what I want, bring that stiff shaft over to me.”

Catherine smiles and nods her head, giving me permission to be fondled by her naked neighbor. Samantha’s tits shine with a soapy sheen as I step close to her. The hot water hits my tired body as she reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock.

“Oooh, you are really hard, I love it.”

I grab her tits and lift them up at the same time Catherine reaches around and squeezes the firm flesh. Four hands massage her mounds at the same time. Samantha moans and strokes my cock. I move my hands down her front and let Catherine continue to fondle her soapy boobs. My fingers travel further south and locate the puffy folds of her pussy. Her skin is smooth and slick.

I whisper, “Samantha, it feels like you wax your pussy.”

“I do. Every three weeks. Do you want to taste my smooth cunt? I want you to eat me Rob, make me cum.”

I’m about to enjoy one of my most favorite activities, cunnilingus. Samantha releases my cock and I kneel on the slick tile. It’s hard on my knees, but I don’t mind. With the shower spray to my back, I have a close-up view of her hairless pussy. She looks delicious. Her thick lips are so smooth. Catherine surprised me on our one-year anniversary with a full Brazilian. I love to go down on a completely bald cunt.

I lick her outer labia with broad strokes, up and down. Samantha spreads her legs as Catherine continues to fondle her tits. I drill my tongue deep within her pink pussy. Water cascades between her thighs as her clit hardens and emerges from its hood. Her sensitive pearl is hard and ready to be sucked.

I wrap my hands around her tight ass and pull her cunt close to my lips. I suck on her rose petals and drill into her core. I snake my tongue up and down her pussy and taste her juices mingled with the shower water. I lick all around her thighs and suck more of her inner labia between my lips. Samantha wraps her hands behind my head and pulls me tight against her pussy as I search out her clitoris.

“Rob, please, make me cum. My pussy needs it right now”

I attack Samantha’s clit. Her pussy is wet and ready. I use two fingers to invade her inner flesh. She is hot and tight. I know my cock will feel good clenched inside this pussy. I use my fingers to stimulate her G-Spot and push deep within her folds. Samantha grabs my shoulders to brace herself. I feel her thighs quiver and realize she is on the verge of her first climax with me. I suck her clit between my lips and jam my fingers against the hard ridge of her magic spot.

Samantha moans as she cums hard. She holds onto my shoulders as her knees weaken. She loses control and her body convulses for several moments. Catherine holds her up while she takes shallow breaths and rides out her orgasm. I hold her ass tight, keeping her pussy tight against my lips. Her juices cover my cheeks. Catherine and I keep her upright until she regains her footing.

“Gawd, that was so good. Thank you. Catherine said you have a talented tongue and now I know firsthand.”

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