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I woke up early the next morning just thinking about watching the tape that Steve had given to me. I looked over at my wife who just lay there butt naked in bed and decided to just let her sleep. She needed her rest.

The tape started off with Tony and Steve walking into the VIP room in which all you could see were five guys standing around a pair of legs high in the air, moving back and forth as this one guy fucked away.

As they got closer, you could see a part of some slut lying on her back, one guy sitting on her huge chest with her tits wrapped around his dick as he was slamming away. Another guy with his dick buried balls deep down her throat, and one guy on each side with the slut’s hand stroking each one of their dicks.

The slut was soon shown to be my wife, Tracy. These guys just slam fucked my wife throughout the tape for over an hour every which way you could think of. The guys would all be laughing and saying the dirtiest things that anyone could think of. They would all laugh and encourage each other to fuck her harder or faster and where to drop their loads. When they finished with her, she had cum leaking out of her ass, cunt, as well as, cum running down off of her face and onto her huge tits.

She was one very well used whore. beşevler escort I was so proud of her. This is what I call a woman. She can cook, clean, and fuck like an animal. I knew she would fulfill all of my fantasies. I therefore, loved her even more.

Steve filmed all the guys leaving together saying that they would be back again the next week to gangbang the bitch again.

Tony then said to Steve, “not to stop the video yet, he wanted another go at her”.

Tony then just dropped his pants showing a hard and ready dick. He pushed my wife down on her back, and just slammed his huge dick straight into her cunt.

She first said to him that she, “wanted to clean her face up first.”

But Tony said, “No! That he liked fucking bitches with there faces covered in cum.”

He didn’t last long, and dumped his load into her already cum filled cunt.

Tony then said to Steve, “If he wanted a go?”

But he said, “No that he had to save some for his wife or that she would be mad.”

The whole time watching this, I had a raging hard-on. Luckily for me, my newfound slut had woken up to see me watching her porn tape and asking if I needed some relief.

I was fucking büyükesat escort the shit out of her cunt within seconds right on the bedroom floor. The only drawback was that I didn’t last too long and dropped my load into her pussy within a couple of minutes.

The rest of the day, we spent lying around the house and then seeing a movie. We then had a good two fuck sessions before going to bed that night. I didn’t believe how fast she had recovered from the night before and that her cunt seemed tighter then ever. She was also an animal like I have never before seen.

A couple of days later, Steve called.

Asking, “how is your wife doing and if he could come over to talk to me about some business opportunities that he had for the two of us?”

I said, “Sure why not! It doesn’t hurt to hear what he had to say.”

When he got to our house, Steve was pretty much to the point.

He said, “that he had my wife booked for a stag party this coming weekend. She would do a lesbian strip and sex act with his wife and get paid 500 for that. Then, she would fuck, the groom and/or the best man, for another 500. After all of this, they would do a 50/50 draw in which she would be the prize çankaya escort to some guy and she would get her half and the groom would get the other half.”

Then Steve said, “He would also setup some extra customers on the side for 200 a fuck with him getting 20 per client for his services if she was still up to it.”

The next thing that he said was, “that since she was so good on film and had no problem getting gangbanged, that he talked to a couple of friends of his that are in the porn business. That he was looking at getting her to audition and star in her first movie.”

Steve finally said, “and if times are slow at first, she could work at his club any night of the week. That the word had gotten around about her. That the same guys wanted to fuck her some more.”

While he was talking, the two of us just remained silent. At the end we looked at each other and smiled.

We both knew the answer to Steve’s questions.

When we all were on the same track, we all toasted to our new business dealings and then both Steve and I, fucked my wife for the next two hours.

He dumped three loads of cum into her and I dumping two. My balls were aching from all the fucking that the two of us had done the last four or five days. I just had none left in my balls.

I asked Steve, “Maybe he should save some cum for his wife and not dump so much into my wife.”

He said, “it’s okay because his wife was on the rag and that she knew he wanted to fuck Tracy some more. That his wife actually told him to come on over to our place and fuck his newest whore.”

Look for more soon!

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Angelica O’Neill smiled to herself as she worked the dildo into the young Black woman’s asshole. The six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, slightly chubby Irishwoman loved fucking willing young Black women in the ass. That’s why she bought a thick strap-on dildo for that purpose. Amazingly, many of them were into it. Especially big and tall young Black women like Boston University student-athlete Miranda Rogers. She thought her fantasies were way out of the ordinary until she met the sexy Black chick online. Miranda claimed to be into the same things Angelica liked. So they talked on the phone and agreed to meet for some dirty fun in a motel in downtown Boston, Massachusetts.

Ever since her divorce, Angelica O’Neill had become a sexual cyclone. The forty-year-old Real Estate Agent simply couldn’t get enough of sex. And she liked her lovers to be Black. Male or female, it didn’t matter. She didn’t discriminate. Just last week, she hooked up with a sexy African-American schoolteacher named Jennifer Brown. The very married Jennifer Brown was intrigued by the wanton lust of the openly bisexual Irishwoman. Enough to take a day off from her job as a Mathematics teacher at Saint William Academy and meet Angelica O’Neill for some fun.

Jennifer Brown had been a really fun fuck. The five-foot-nine, lean and athletic, absolutely sexy Black woman was something else. Angelica O’Neill took a shower with the lovely Jennifer and they got it on under the warm water. Angelica knelt before Jennifer and eagerly licked and fingered her pussy. Pretty soon she had the young Black woman screaming in pleasure. They continued their wild fun in the bedroom. Angelica lay on the carpeted floor, still wet from the shower as Jennifer Brown licked and fingered her hairy cunt. Jennifer made Angelica cum in no time due to her expert lovemaking.

Angelica introduced Jennifer to her strap-on dildo. First she made Jennifer suck it, and then she put her on all fours. Angelica happily spanked Jennifer’s big brown butt before thrusting the dildo deep into her cunt. Jennifer screamed in pleasure as Angelica fucked her. Laughing, Angelica pulled Jennifer’s hair while slamming the dildo deep ankara olgun escort inside of her. She loved making Black women scream while fucking them. After thoroughly fucking Jennifer’s cunt with the dildo, Angelica fucked her ass. Jennifer was hesitant about allowing Angelica to fuck her in the ass but Angelica cajoled her into it. Jennifer was curious about anal sex and Angelica was only too happy to introduce her to her trusty strap-on dildo.

Soon Angelica was sliding the dildo into Jennifer’s well-lubricated asshole. The athletic Black female teacher squealed in delight mixed with pain as the dominant Irishwoman fucked her in the ass with the strap-on dildo. Nothing Angelica loved more than to fuck a sexy Black woman in the ass. She simply loved the way Black women’s naturally big and round butts jiggled during intense anal sex. Oh, yeah. The bisexual Irishwoman was slowly becoming addicted to that sort of thing. She filled Jennifer’s asshole with the dildo, and fingered the Black woman’s pussy at the same time. Soon, a very orgasmic Jennifer Brown’s intense screams filled the room. Afterwards, Angelica made Jennifer clean the dildo with her tongue before they parted ways.

Yeah, Angelica O’Neill was having all kinds of fun with the lovely Black women of the city of Boston, Massachusetts. The oldest Black woman she hooked up with was sixty-year-old Bianca Agenor. A proud African-American matriarch and a veteran of the Boston Public Schools Systems. Bianca Agenor, grandmother to Julius and Cade Agenor, mother to twenty-year-old James Agenor. For some reason, Angelica attracted a lot of Black female teachers. And she was okay with that. The horny queer Irishwoman didn’t mind teaching these big-booty Black teachers a thing or two. And she was more than happy to make Bianca Agenor’s twisted sexual fantasies come true.

The sixty-year-old Black woman had seen much history in her six decades of living in the city of Boston. Unbeknownst to her family is the fact that she was into women. Most specifically, she was into dominant White women. She wanted to role play Mistress and Slave in the historical ankara ucuz escort sense. Bianca being an old Black woman and the reluctance of White lesbians to role play taboo stuff made her quite frustrated. Well, Angelica had no qualms about dominating the older Black woman. And so she did. She summoned Bianca Agenor to her house for an afternoon of fun and immediately got into character.

In her best Southern accent, Angelica O’Neill berated Bianca Agenor, calling her a slave, a useless ghetto slut and a miserable Black whore. For emphasis, she made Bianca walk around the house naked while doing menial chores and smacked her face when she didn’t do them right. Bianca was stunned and thrilled at the same time. Angelica was having the time of her life. She tied Bianca up and whipped her. She also bent the old Black woman over her knee and paddled her big round ass with a thick wooden paddle. Bianca’s screams were music to her ears. Angelica had explored a tough sub category of BDSM called Race Play in the past. It made many people uncomfortable. Not her. She was perfectly okay with it. Finding an older Black woman who was also into it thrilled her. This was a lot of fun.

After whipping Bianca, berating her and making her do menial work, Mistress Angelica whipped out her strap-on dildo. Without further ado she put Bianca Agenor on all fours and thoroughly spanked her big brown butt. Then she spread the old Black woman’s ass cheeks wide open and pressed the dildo against her asshole. With a swift thrust she penetrated Bianca’s ass. Bianca gritted her teeth as Mistress Angelica began fucking her ass with the strap-on dildo. The old Black woman took the rough butt fucking without screaming. Mistress Angelica wanted to hear her scream. So she slammed the dildo up Bianca’s asshole with all of her might. At long last the old Black woman screamed. Mistress Angelica crowed victoriously and began slamming the dildo hard into Bianca’s asshole. The bossy Irishwoman loved the screams emanating from Black women while she fucked them with her strap-on dildos.

Oh, yeah. Angelica had a ton of fun with ankara yabancı escort Bianca Agenor. The old Black woman thanked her for a wonderful time, then went back to her family. Which brings us to today’s encounter. Angelica was showing a Boston South End mansion to a wealthy African-American couple when their collegiate daughter Miranda Rogers caught her eye. The butch young Black woman looked sexy as hell. Angelica set out to seduce her and in no time at all, Miranda Rogers was in her bed. Like many butch women, Miranda was curious about her submissive side. Angelica gave her a proper introduction into the world of interracial lesbian BDSM.

Angelica made Miranda kneel before her and suck her strap-on dildo before fucking her pussy with it. Butch or femme, Angelica loved dominating Black women in the bedroom. Didn’t matter if they were twenty, thirty or even sixty. She didn’t discriminate. Miranda found out how bossy Angelica could be as she got the first butt fucking of her life. Face down and ass up, that’s how Angelica fucked Miranda. She eased the strap-on dildo into the young butch Black woman’s well-lubricated asshole and began fucking her. Gripping Miranda’s hips tightly, Angelica slammed the dildo up her butt. Miranda squealed as she got fucked in the ass for the first time.

Angelica grinned and fucked her even harder. She wanted to make the sexy young Black woman remember her name. Butch Black women had this arrogance about them which made Angelica want to spank them and dominate them. And Miranda was clearly no exception. While fucking Miranda in the ass, Angelica fingered the young butch Black woman’s pussy. When Miranda went orgasmic at last, Angelica smacked her face to snap her back to reality. Then she ordered the young butch Black woman to suck her dildo clean. Like many Black women before her had done, Miranda Rogers polished Angelica’s dildo with her tongue. Just like a good slut should.

Yeah, Angelica O’Neill is having tons of fun in the summertime. The horny bisexual Irishwoman is exploring her newfound lust for Black women. And she does them all. Tall and short, butch and femme, thick or skinny. Angelica simply loves Black women. And the queer Irishwoman is now permanently addicted to Black pussy. One taste is all it took. And she simply can’t get enough of them. When she’s done with all of the sexy, sassy gay, bisexual and even straight but curious Black women of Boston, Angelica intends to move to Atlanta. Why? There are lots of queer Black women down there, and Angelica simply can’t get enough Black pussy.

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The company I work for is managed by a couple well in their fifties who are absolute workaholics. They constantly think of work and do not hesitate to contact employees at home no matter what time it is. I am in my mid thirties now, a bit heavy but not overweight. My department is on the top floor of a seven-floor building and is out of view from other departments.

The woman, Ginger, is in her mid fifties and none would ever hint that she is attractive. Her weight has increased with age and her face is rough and wrinkled. Having been a full time athlete in her early years, though, her legs are well shaped still. Despite the number of years she has, she is very energetic but a very foul tempered woman. She always dresses in short skirts and the way she sits with her legs wide open, displays her lace knickers and well-shaped legs. On top, she prefers to wear thin silk tops, but nothing else underneath so her breasts and nipples are clearly visible swaying and bouncing as she stumps in the offices.

Terry, her husband is in his late fifties, going bald and quite heavy, with a wrinkled face and an equal foul mood, looking every single year of his age.

That day, Ginger was in her daily visits to the department asking for various details of our tasks and duties. That day she was wearing one of her usual short dresses, and a thin blouse sitting in her chair with her legs spread displaying, not a lace panty as usual, but a perfectly trim, shiny wet but over used pussy. The lips were slightly parted and it was obvious that she was horny as it was soaked and drippy. Her nipples were straining the thin fabric, anxious to be set free, yelling for some abuse. Ginger was a picture of a bitch in heat.

Although not an attractive view, what was on display in front of my bare eyes was not something usual, especially from my boss, so I just couldn’t get my eyes off her, her wet pussy or puffy nipples, and I soon got caught. The other 4 young guys in the office were ‘fortunate’ not to tandoğan escort experience the sight I was now viewing as they all had their backs turned to her.

Noticing my hungry stare at her bare ‘goods’ Ginger being the person she is called up in her rough voice. “Do you like what you see young man?” I blushed and shyly nodded. What does one do at such situations really anyway?

“Come and get it then!” was her reply and with that she hiked her skirt up, spread her legs further apart and parted her lips even more. I froze! “Come on!” she called, and with that I went over to her and put my hand on her wet pussy, slipping two fingers up her aged cunt. And with my free hand raised her blouse and found her large sagging tits and erect nipples. She moaned deeply and bucked to meet my thrust. That naturally caught my colleagues’ attention and they all turned to watch, a couple of them displaying notable bulges already.

“Is this the best you can do!” she groaned, “Come on, give me more!”

I was shocked. “Hasn’t this gone a bit far?” I muttered.

“You’d better finish what you started, young man.” she replied implying a grim prospect if I did not do what she ordered. That was Ginger all right, and that was all I wanted to hear at that time.

“Ok then, if that’s what you really want Mrs. Ginger.” And with that I knelt in front of her and stuck two more fingers in. With my free thumb I toyed with her swollen clit.

Ginger closed her eyes and let her head drop back. Grimaces of joy decorated her face whose wrinkles had been partially concealed by a series of surgical acts.

“Yeah, great, more, faster, yeah.” I was doing a good job.

Suddenly Ginger lifted her head, opened her eyes and barked to my colleagues, “What are you all looking at?” That caused a commotion as they froze and stopped rubbing their cocks through their trousers and turn around. “Get your trousers down and give me some young tunalı escort cock.”

They turned and looked at each other and then me as I was pumping feverishly four of my fingers in and out her.

“Come on, don’t be late, I want cock!”

There is no need for further encouragement after this really, especially when it comes from your own boss.

All four of my colleagues hastily removed their clothing and gathered around Ginger’s chair and she grabbed one cock in each hand letting out soft moans while one of the bravest managed to feed his in her fat heavily painted lips while my fingers are still working in and out of her. With this going on I was not really sure what to do, but seeing the action I knew I needed to do something too, so without losing pace I managed to unzip my trousers, release my swollen cock and with one move replaced my fingers with it. The sensation was amazing. Despite the fact that her aged pussy was not an attractive sight, the warmth and softness I felt in Ginger’s pussy was amazing, and the way she used her vaginal muscles made the whole experience unique. I know though that I could not let go as Ginger would squash me in her if I did. I controlled my urges and started pumping in and out of her, receiving muffled groans with each stroke as proof that I was on the right track.

The guy receiving the blowjob however did not last that long and with a sudden grunt he emptied his load in Ginger’s mouth. Soon, however, another cock replaced the one that deflated in her and Ginger readily accepted the treat managing to utter, “That’s the way I like it, don’t you dare stop!” between treats.

All this was much more than I could handle and after pumping furiously in and out of this welcoming pussy I exploded in her filling her with my juices. At her age I was sure we would not have to worry about getting Ginger pregnant.

“Where do you think you are going,” was what I got as I türbanlı escort started withdrawing after there was nothing left to pump into her. “Get back where you were and get fucking. I want cock in my cunt!” and with these words she went back to sucking the young guy who was in her mouth and soon flooded her with his come only to be replaced by another. The two guys that had come yet were still ‘enjoying’ her hand job, obviously aroused by all this but equally uncomfortable by the fact that this cock hungry bitch in front of them was their employer. Seeing that their colleague had come in Ginger’s mouth, they looked at each other and one of them tried take their place. I still was in her trying to maintain my stiffy to pleasure my boss more as ordered.

“No, that’s not what I want now,” she called, her voice altered by the cum that had filled her mouth. “I want you both in me and I want him in my mouth,” she ordered in a tone that meant she would not take no for an answer. So, as we all moved away from her, my cock slightly deflating after having come in her she ordered one of my colleagues to lie down and she moved her heavy body on him, driving his cock in her. A task not so difficult for a used cunt like hers lubricated by my cum which was now streaming out of her. After bouncing on my colleague a few times she placed her hands on her butt cheeks and spreading them said, “Come on, fuck my ass, and don’t be lazy, I warn you!”

With that my other colleague went behind her and with some effort her his fat cock in her making her cry. Whether of pain or joy I never know.

Remembering what she had said I stood in front of her as she was pounded from both holes and stuffed my cock in her mouth. She hungrily took my member, who soon became hard and I watched her fucked on both ends soon exploded in her mouth together with my colleagues. Ginger would not have it of course and spotting the rest of the group lazily playing with their again erect cocks ordered them to take their places under and behind her.

We all worked overtime that day filling Ginger’s openings with our cum and at the end of it all exhausted were happy to talk about job satisfaction.

The next day the account’s department called us in and we were all handed our notices. That’s the thank you one gets for doing what the bosses commands after all.

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I’m a 38-year old mother of two children, aged 11 and 6. In 16 years of marriage I had never had an extramarital relationship. But that all changed when I went on holiday to Tenerife a couple of months ago.

It’s not that I haven’t had opportunities over the years. I’m medium height with short curly black hair and a pleasant enough face, nicely shaped larger than average boobs and good legs. I’m not fat, but I suppose you could say I’m carrying a few extra pounds, with a plump tummy which has never really sprung back from having two kids and quite a big bum. I work as a supervisor in a busy supermarket in Manchester, and I’ve had the odd offer from men, but it had never really occurred to me to accept any of them. I do love my husband, Tony, but — and I’d never really thought about this before — he is quite a selfish lover. We basically do it when he wants to, it lasts until he’s satisfied then he rolls over and goes to sleep, and his idea of ‘foreplay’ is having a round of golf with three of his friends. He’s also a devoted birdwatcher — twitchers they’re called — so he’s often away from home at weekends, leaving me to my own devices.

Anyway, I’d been looking forward to this holiday. Due to one thing and another we hadn’t been abroad for a couple of years, and I was really excited. I knew part of the reason we were going to Tenerife was so that Tony could clear off into the hills to stare at birds — the feathered variety — but I didn’t care. I was just going to hand the kids over every day to the tour operator’s youth camp, strap my brand new bikini on, and lounge by the pool soaking up the sun for a week.

In fact Tony did stay with me for the first day, sitting on a sun-lounger and reading a book, trying not to get too bored and looking at his watch every ten minutes — literally twitching. There were a couple of young lads messing about around the pool edge, clearly twins, tall and gangly, slim, with white-blond hair and hairless chests. At one point they bounced a beach ball near us and, as they ran past guffawing, Tony looked up from his book and muttered “Honestly, look at those little pricks.” Funnily enough, I had just been thinking that, judging by the bulges in their brief swimming trunks, they were anything but ‘little’ pricks!

After that first day, as I expected, Tony went off every day to pursue his hobby, having met up with a couple of single blokes who were staying in the hotel for the same reason. Naturally there were a lot of women around the pool, all of them seemingly younger and far more gorgeous than me, and the boys didn’t even notice me; why would they? It was incredibly hot in Tenerife that week and I was happy just to doze and tan, going for an occasional swim or a sweaty, tiring stroll in town. One particularly hot afternoon I lay on my front on my lounger, my bikini strap undone and the pants rolled halfway done my pale bum to get a decent tan. I fell asleep, and when I awoke the first thing I saw was one of the blond twins sitting on the lounger next to mine, staring at me. I came fully awake with a bit of a start and, involuntarily, lifted up a bit, possibly giving him a quick flash of nipple. As I eased myself down again I heard him mutter into the mobile ‘phone he was holding “Hey, Johnny, great MILF by the pool.”

I thought nothing of it at the time, having no idea what the term ‘MILF’ meant. If I had thought about it I would probably have imagined it was a variation on the ever-changing teenage slang that I heard the kids I worked with using. I sort of went back to sleep, but again I woke with a start, and a yelp, as a freezing cold liquid splashed onto my scorching back. With the shock of it I leapt fully up, to see both of the twins sitting on their lounger ulus escort grinning at me like Cheshire cats. Before I had time to scrabble for my bikini bra they got a clear view of my naked tits. One of them said, without the slightest hint of apology in his tone, “Sorry about that Missus, Jimmy spilt his beer.” I thought they were cheeky little sods but, having been woken, I firmly buckled my bikini bra, lay on my back, and started to get into casual conversation with them. They were 18-year olds from Bristol, on their first holiday without their parents and their brat kid sister. As we got more familiar with each other I asked them what MILF meant. They fell about cackling with laughter, then Jimmy (I think!) said, “Don’t worry about it Janice, it’s just an Internet word.”

After dinner that evening I spent a couple of Euros searching the Internet to satisfy my curiosity. I quickly found lots of websites which used the term MILF, all of them with very explicit sexual content. That immediately made me wonder about the twins, but it took me a while to find a site which actually told me what MILF stood for: Mothers I’d Like To Fu…good grief, surely those attractive teenage lads couldn’t have meant me. With all the pretty young girls around the hotel and the resort, why would they be interested in having it away with a married woman old enough to be their mother? I had to admit though, I found the idea quite intriguing. After all, I’d only ever had sex with one other boy before I met Tony, and what middle-aged woman doesn’t have the odd fantasy about a virile young toy boy?

I didn’t see the lads again until the next afternoon, as they slept in late. I gave them a friendly wave across the pool when they showed up and they made a bee-line for me. I still had most of the bottle of the sparkling wine left that I’d had my lunch with, and it seemed only polite to offer them some. Well, we got chatting, and I commented about all the pretty young girls around the pool, and how jealous I was of them. The lads shook their heads, and one of them said “I don’t like skinny women. I’d much rather have a nice experienced woman like you any day, with a bit of body to get hold of.” I felt myself blush scarlet, but I knew I was giggling like a schoolgirl. Then the boys suggested we go for a dip in the pool. I half-protested, but they each grabbed one of my hands and pulled me up and, all three of us laughing hysterically, they more or less chucked me in, then jumped in after me. We sort of got into play wrestling, then I felt a slim hand slide down inside my bikini pants and cup one of my bum cheeks, just for a moment. We all carried on giggling and I pretended nothing had happened, then they finally helped me out onto the poolside.

I fell back onto a lounger, gasping for breath with the laughter and the exertions in the pool. I also felt very relaxed and quite flushed, what with the hot sun and the fizzy wine. One of the boys lay on the lounger right next to mine, and the next thing I knew he was snogging me wildly, with his tongue halfway down my throat and his hand right inside my bikini bra, his fingers tweaking my nipple. I honestly hadn’t meant to allow things to go that far; well, not that quickly, anyway. It sort of sobered me up a bit. I pushed him off me and slumped back, feeling slightly dazed. The kid — I think it was Jimmy, he was the more cocky one — leant over me and murmured, “Why don’t you come up to our room for half an hour Janice? We both want to shag the arse off you.”

I shook my head blearily and whispered something like, “I don’t know…I’m not sure…” Here was I, a happily married woman with two lovely kids, and two teenage boys I barely yenimahalle escort knew were telling me they wanted to fuck me. I should have told them to bugger off and leave me alone; instead I was saying I wasn’t sure! That’s how far gone I was. Jimmy and Johnny more or less made my mind up for me. They exchanged a glance then pulled me to my feet and, one holding each arm, lead me gently but firmly towards the lift up to the bedrooms. To any onlooker who had taken notice they would probably have looked like two coppers arresting a suspect! They didn’t even give me chance to get my rubber flip-flop sandals on. The moment we got in the lift Jimmy was all over me, kissing me again, his hand down the back of my pants and a finger stroking my bum crack, while Johnny stood back and watched with eyes like saucers. Despite myself, despite a tiny part of my brain shouting at me to get my sanity back, I couldn’t help kissing him back, gnawing at his mouth while my own hand slipped down the front of his trunks and wrapped itself firmly around a big erect cock.

Still locked onto each other, kissing and laughing at the same time, we stumbled the few yards out of the lift to their hotel room and fell inside, where they immediately lowered me onto the bed. I semi-sobered up again as, almost like synchronised swimmers, they dropped their trunks and stood before me. I found myself staring at two identical young, slim, muscular blonde men, both over six feet tall, with thick six-inch cocks standing out rigid from their wispy pubes. Mesmerised by the sight, I felt incapable of any rational thoughts as I sat up and, still gazing at those twitching dicks, reached behind me and undid my bikini bra, dropping it on the floor beside the bed. One of the lads breathed “Christ!” and then they advanced, one on each side of the bed, on each side of me.

It hadn’t occurred to me to begin to imagine what it would be like to have two men make love to me at once. It was the most intensely erotic experience of my life, and there were times when I thought my heart would burst with the sheer excitement of it. As one of the boys kissed me on the lips, our tongues delving deep into the other’s mouth, the other brother would nuzzle one of my ears and my throat; then they would switch roles. Hands squeezed and stroked both my boobs, my big brown nipples straining fit to explode, then one of the hands spider-walked its way down my belly and fingers twirled in my thick thatch of black pubic hair. When they both started sucking my tits I could barely catch my breath I was gasping so much. Two blond heads on my chest as two pairs of lips simultaneously closed over a breast, two tongues tweaked my nips, two sets of sharp little teeth gently bit and grazed them. I knew I was moaning so loudly I could be heard halfway down the corridor, but at that moment I couldn’t have stopped if my six-year old daughter had walked in on us, holding my husband’s hand. There were now two sets of fingers in my bikini pants, each tickling the crease where my legs met my torso, making me squirm with pleasure.

After a few minutes, just as I felt my swelling tits couldn’t take any more, the lads moved down my body, pushing the pants down as far as my knees. Without a moment’s hesitation I bucked and kicked them off. The only thing I wanted in the whole world right then was to get one of those big blond pricks inside me, fucking me senseless. But Jimmy and Johnny continued to tease me. One of them attached his mouth to my tummy, just above my pubes, licking my sensitive flesh there and reaming my belly button with his tongue; at the same time his brother licked and nibble my inner thighs, inches from my pussy. Four hands roamed all over my body, stroking, tickling, tweaking and scratching. I could feel my thighs spreading wide until they would go no further, and my bum rising off the bed, desperate to get someone inside me. I was whining like a little dog, totally humiliating myself on the hands and tongues of these cocky teenagers — and I didn’t give a shit, I wanted so badly to be fucked.

Finally, just as it felt as if my cunt was turning inside out in its desperation to be filled, one of the lads slipped his body below mine and between them they manoeuvred me into position, facing him. I actually screamed with relief as he eased his big cock inside me. He gasped to his brother, “Christ, this has been well fucked in its time”, then teased me, sliding just the tip in and out of me until I bellowed again, when he drove into me right to the hilt. I started pistoning my thighs up and down, sinking as deeply onto him as I could with each stroke as his blond pubes mingled with my black ones. I suppose I had just thought that the other brother would wait his turn; but after a few strokes they stopped me moving, I felt something rub against my backside — and a moment later I felt a sharp, painful pressure as another big prick slammed into my rectum.

The one above me held me by the hips while the one beneath massaged my tits as he screwed me. I couldn’t quite believe what was happening: I was being fucked up the cunt and the arse at exactly the same time. I’m not sure if I would have believed it was physically possible, and I’d certainly never been arse-fucked before — the very idea would have revolted me. But as one of them hammered into my big sloppy pussy, and the other hammered into my tight puckered virgin bum, the most incredible heat started to build up in my belly and chest and the feeling of both of them screwing me was incredibly, unbelievably, sexy. The boy underneath me came first, I felt him shoot into my pussy and ease back on the bed, stirring his prick inside me in small circles. I followed quite quickly, with a blood-curdling scream that must have been heard at the pool 12 floors below. As I collapsed onto the first boy, the second kept pumping into my arse, and finally he gave a loud groan as he shot his load up my anal passage, and slumped onto the other two of us.

What an afternoon that was. Before it was out they had both had me in both orifices, and in my mouth, and one of them had given my cunt a good tonguing as well. He was quite skilled at it, and as he sucked and nibbled on my clitty I bucked like a live wire, almost throwing the poor bugger off the bed! After that, the pattern of my week was firmly established: morning soaking up the sun by the pool; afternoon in Jimmy and Johnny’s room, stroking, licking, sucking and fucking them in every way we could think of between us; and in bed at night sleeping the sleep of the dead. On our last full day I even went into town and bought a little toy at a sex shop; we had the most incredible afternoon, with me fucking Johnny with a strap-on dildo as Jimmy fucked me. I had more sex in those few days than I had had in the last two years of my marriage.

The lads and I didn’t exchange addresses or anything, and I don’t suppose I’ll ever run into them again; but that week did have one lasting effect on me. After 16 years of being a good girl I’ve suddenly become addicted to naughty extramarital sex, ideally with two blokes at once. Only last week I had it away with two hunky young builders who are working on a patio next door, although they weren’t as imaginative as the Bristol lads. I’ve also got my eyes on a couple of young students across the road. I’ve made sure they’ve ‘accidentally’ seen me naked at my bedroom window a couple of times recently, and one of them went out of his way to have a casual chat with me yesterday, so you never know. Tony, my husband, has noticed a change too. He says we need to have more foreign holidays, as it seems to have completely rejuvenated me. He has no idea — fortunately!

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This is a bit non-consent-ish vaguely, like its implied if not described.

*****

A friend asks me if I’d like to go to a party at a waterfront mansion. She’s a bit wild, but also fun. But also a bit wild, so I say suspiciously, “What kind of party?”

“You know, the usual. Pool, free drinks, fun.”

“And…?”

“Give a couple of blowjobs to say thanks. No big deal.”

I look at her for a while then decide why not. “Okay,” I say.

We go to the party. To the mansion. It’s huge and seems expensive and is full of nice furniture and art. There’s a few men around, and we’re the only girls, which is about what I’d expected.

The men are all out by the pool, on a deck, with a view of the harbour, so we say hi, and then go to find a bedroom to get changed in. My friend had told me to bring something to swim in so I have a bikini.

I put the bottom on, and I’m about to do the top when she says not to worry about that.

“Um…” I say.

She grins, and kisses me, and kind of caresses my tits. “Please?” she said. “Just try it? For me?”

I look at her then think why not. Again. Why not be a little more like her and just live.

We go outside, and have rus escort drinks, and men look at my tits. Which is actually quite nice because small so not so much looking usually happens when I have clothes on. Not that I usually mind.

We sit, and talk, and I’m talking to one guy especially, so I decide I might as well do my thing. I lean over and ask if he wants a blowjob. He does. Kind of obviously from how quickly he says yes. We get up and go and find a bedroom, and he sits on the bed, and I kneel down and suck him off, and it doesn’t take long. It’s quite nice. I like giving head. I suck him, and let him come in my mouth, and then we go back to where everyone else is.

Apparently my friend’s been doing the same thing. She kisses me when I come back, and her mouth tastes of semen.

We kiss.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” I whisper.

“I know what you’ve been doing too,” she says.

I’m still holding the hand of the guy I just blew. He keeps holding mine as I kiss her, then, when we stop, he leads me over to another guy. He puts my hand into that guy’s hand, and that guy stands up.

I’m a bit surprised, but the sıhhiye escort idea of being passed around like that is kind of sexy. I know I shouldn’t, but I let the new guy lead me away, back to the bedrooms. I kneel down and suck his cock too, just because of the being handed around. And because why not.

When me and that guy go back out to everyone else, my friend is gone. She must be in a bedroom with someone again. I look around. There seems to be more men here now, like more people have turned up. I stand there, a bit nervous, while all these guys look at my tits.

Then the guy holding my hand leads me over to someone else, and gives me to him. I’m a bit unsure, but let it happen again.

I’m wet because it’s happening again.

I expect the new guy to stand up, but he doesn’t. He pulls me closer, pulls me down in front of him. He pulls me to my knees, in front of everyone else, and he takes out his cock.

I look at it. I look around.

I try to stand up again. “I don’t know,” I say.

He pushes me down. He holds out his cock towards me. It’s wrong, it’s terribly wrong, but being pushed back down, that turns sincan escort me on. I lean forward and put him in my mouth.

I’m on my knees, sucking someone’s cock, while the rest of them all watch.

That guy comes in my mouth, and then passes me to another guy, and I suck him too.

They pass me around. They pass me along a line of men. It’s pretty obvious where this is going, and what my friend has got me into. I’m slightly annoyed with her for not warning me, but think why not. It might be fun.

Soon, people are touching me, stroking my back and hair as I suck. Soon hands slide my bikini bottoms off, and fingers slip inside me. Inside me, and inside my ass too, all slippery and warm and making me sigh.

They lie me down and start fucking me as I suck. Two and three of them fuck me at the same time. I’ve never had sex like that before, not two men inside me at once, but I’m excited by what I’m doing, and it seems to work. It’s fun.

I fuck them all, all of them, and after a while I realize my friend is sitting near me, watching.

She’s just watching, not involved, grinning at me.

“You bitch,” I say. “You planned this.”

“Yep.”

“Join in,” I say.

She shakes her head.

“Why not?” I say.

“They wanted someone new. That’s you.”

“But why not…”

“Nah, I’m not into this. Not doing it. I just blow a couple of guys to get you started. This is all for you.”

“Oh,” I say, but I don’t really care.

I pull another guy over to me and keep fucking.

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Pamela is a very attractive African American woman who lives in a small apartment. I have been making love with her occasionally for the last year or so, just the two of us and usually at her apartment, but she has certain dreams. She lusts for fair-skinned white men with green or blue eyes. Pamela fantasizes being the center of a gangbang with three such men and she wants to get together with them in luxurious surroundings. Last week all those things came true for her.

As early in the day as we could, she and I checked in to the swankest suite available in the best hotel in town. Included in the amenities were a super-king sized bed and a multi-head shower with a shower chair. The other two men would be joining us after they got off work and we wanted to prepare some things and have some fun by ourselves before they got there. The sitting room had two overstuffed chairs and we moved them into the larger of the two bedrooms. We removed the bedspread and comforter from the bed because all we would be needing were the sheets on top. They were silk, and the mattress was especially made to support a lot of weight and provide just the right amount of softness. After leaving a large tube of Aqualube and a good supply of condoms on the nightstand, we took a shower together.

Pamela is about five and a half feet tall, with a voluptuous body. Her breasts are large and full and her hips and ass are equally womanly. She has large, pinkish-brown nipples that contrast nicely with her chocolate-brown breasts. The nipples have dark spots and as she becomes aroused, the spots raise. She and I both like it when I eat her pussy and twist the nipples, causing her pussy to squirt. Her face is also very pretty, topped by auburn hair, and with clear chocolate-brown skin, warm brown eyes, a snub nose that wrinkles when she smiles and a generous mouth that smiles a lot. Best of all, not only is she beautiful to look at, she has a sweet nature too, and I really enjoy our time together, not only for the sex, although that is great too, of course.

We showered together for cleanliness and so we could be naked together and fondle one another. Pamela turned around and I washed off her beautiful ass, running my hands on her smooth, wet, soapy skin. When she spread her cheeks, I reached in and played with her sweet, dark-brown rosebud and slipped one of my fingers into her. Pamela just giggled because it takes something bigger than my finger to give her ass a thrill, and we weren’t going to do any fucking in the shower when that great big bed was available. She carefully washed the cock that would soon be in her mouth and I washed off her pussy and got out my shaving equipment. Since we would be staying overnight, we had both brought overnight bags. I like to use a shaving brush and cup soap because it gives me a really clean shave, and I would be using that and my safety razor, with a new blade, to shave Pamela’s pussy.

I lathered her up and went to work. The areas above and beside her mons were fairly simple but I had to be extra careful shaving the outer parts of her pussy lips. Pamela stood with one foot on the chair in the shower to tighten the skin surface, and I curled her outer lips, one at a time, around my fingers to shave off all her pubic hair. The operation was a complete success and I removed all the hair without cutting her. After rinsing off the leftover shaving soap, I tested it with my tongue, licking the entire shaven area, which I enjoyed, and found no stubble. Pamela’s pussy was as hairless as her face.

We dried each other off with the huge, fluffy towels that were supplied and walked naked and barefoot to the giant bed, enjoying the plush carpet between our toes. There was plenty of time before the other guys arrived and we wanted to have some fun together before they got there. Lying together naked in bed, I kissed Pamela first on her smiling mouth, then her warm eyes, then the erogenous places in her throat, down to her breasts. I held one of those marvelous mounds in both hands and licked the nipple, feeling it grow firm and feeling the spots rise as I licked it. My tongue caressed its lovely twin and observed the same reactions. For a few minutes I moved my mouth back and forth from one nipple to her other. I drew one luscious globe into my mouth and sucked on it while my tongue continued caressing her nipple. Pamela was smiling even more now, and breathing through her teeth. My mouth moved over to the other breast and I sucked and licked it the same way.

Pamela was breathing harder and she said “I love the way you suck my boobs, George.” Then she added, “But I love the way you suck my pussy even more, and I’m ready for you there.”

She was right. Her pussy was squirming on the bed and I could see and smell the fragrant juices waiting for me so I kissed and licked my way down Pamela’s soft, womanly belly until I reached her mons. The freshly shaven areas felt especially delightful. I got up, knelt between her legs, slipped a pillow under her voluptuous ass, placed my shoulders against her thighs and wrapped my arms around them. Pamela’s pussy mamak escort lips were open and I breathed deeply of the glorious aroma of her delectable wetness and licked up all the juices that were waiting for me. They tasted even more delicious than they smelled. Although Pamela’s pussy is truly a thing of beauty, with its rich, chocolate brown exterior and the delicate pink inside, she smells and tastes even better than she looks.

Because I especially like the feel of the clean-shaven skin on my tongue, I started by licking the outer surface of one of her outer lips. This is not a very sensitive area so I applied quite a lot of pressure with my tongue. When I reached Pamela’s mons, I kissed her and started over on the other outer lip and again licked to her mons. This time, after kissing her there, I returned to her love hole.

After relishing what juices had accumulated there, I started slowly licking the inner surface of the same lip. This part is more sensitive, so I was gentle, and covered the area several times with my tongue. When I reached the place where the outer and inner lips are close, I probed the seam and licked both available sides. Again, I was relishing Pamela’s delicious, and fragrant pussy so much that I made sure that I licked everything my tongue could reach, slowly and many times over. When I reached the end of the inner lip, where it forms the clit hood by merging with the other inner lip, I continued along the outer lip to its end, then brought my tongue back and let it gently caress the top of the hood, indirectly stimulating her clit.

Pamela expressed her appreciation by cooing her pleasure and saying “Ooo, that feels good, George. I love it when you lick my pussy.”

She demonstrated just how much she loves it by starting to hump her pussy against my face, and producing more of her nectar, which I happily devoured. Pamela is really great for someone who likes pussy juice as much as I do because she puts it out by the bucketful.

I started licking her other outer pussy lip, and treated it and the inner lip as I had the first pair. We had plenty of time, as we had planned, before the other guys arrived and we both wanted to enjoy each other before they joined us. After covering the inner surface of the outer lip all the way to the end, I started licking her clit hood again. Pamela’s cooing turned to moaning, and when I curled my tongue under the hood and caressed her adorable clit, her pussy suddenly seemed to be trying to wrap itself around my face.

“Woowee, that feels good! Lick my clit! Lick my clit some more,” was Pamela’s plea. I would, of course, but not very much just yet.

Again, I feasted on the great wealth of juices that she had produced and started to probe just under the rim of her love hole, and on the sides of that lovely pink place. As I probed under her inner pussy lips, her delightfully smooth and fragrant pussy was jamming itself into my face. Pamela’s thigh muscles had rotated outward, and her pussy was fully presented to me for my pleasure and for me to pleasure her. While I moved my tongue from one inner lip to the other, thrusting under these very sensitive places, Pamela was moaning and whimpering and begging me to suck her clit. She wanted to cum and I knew she was almost ready to cum but there were other delightful places my tongue wanted to visit first.

One of these places was her adorable love hole, where the juices were almost an ocean. I sucked out as much as I could, and squeezed my tongue inside, saving the upper side for last. That part is directly under her clit and when my tongue stroked her there, I used enough pressure, to stimulate her clit again. Pamela’s hips were swiveling under my face, thrusting her legs over my shoulders like pistons. She was weakly begging me to suck her clit when I started probing between that precious love button and the top rim of her pink hole. I spent only a few seconds there before I clamped my mouth around her clit. My lips formed a seal at the base of that little darling and I sucked on it strongly, while my tongue caressed the swollen sides and top.

As I sucked and licked, I could hear Pamela express her delight. “Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Yes!” she babbled and then “Oooo, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Her legs clamped around my temples and her hands grabbed the back of my head to jam my face tightly into her pussy, slamming so hard against my face that her ass was lifting off the pillow.

“Ahhhhh”, Pamela crooned, as her legs thrashed around on the bed with my head imprisoned between them. For as long as she continued cumming, I kept my mouth tightly around her clit and kept sucking while I caressed that charming love button with my tongue. When she climaxed, it was with one last great thrust of her pussy, before relaxing back on the bed. Her legs released my head and one of them fell off my shoulder onto the bed while the other one remained draped across my back. Pamela’s hands let go of me and sprawled out at her sides as she totally relaxed. Fresh cum juices were pouring out ofise gelen escort of her pussy to tempt me.

I gave in partly to the temptation because there was so much of the nectar, and I devoured most of it, but I left enough for it to perform its natural function. My condom was ready to use so I got to my knees and pulled it on my stiff and eager cock. Pamela’s other leg fell off my shoulder so I was between her spread legs with her pussy wetly inviting me to enter. I didn’t need a second invitation; I moved up on my knees and leaned forward with my hands on the bed supporting my weight as I prepared to enter. Pamela looked up, saw me, smiled and reached one of her hands to guide my cock into the place where we both wanted it to be.

My cock slid easily into her pussy, all the way so my pubic hairs were tickling the place I had shaved. I curled my hands under her arms so my weight was mostly on my knees and forearms. Pamela’s legs wrapped themselves around my hips and her arms went around my neck as we began the slow, rhythmic strokes of fucking. Pamela was cooing with pleasure almost immediately and, even though my face was smeared with her pussy juices, she pulled my face down to hers and we kissed each other’s lips. She even licked some of her juices off my face.

“Delicious,” she pronounced them. “Is that why you like to eat my pussy so much?” She opened her mouth to laugh, and I kissed her there, pushing my tongue in to meet hers and tasting her juice on her own tongue.

“Yeah,” I replied, after I disengaged my tongue. “Even though I hate to eat your pussy, I do it just to get some of your juices to eat.”

Pamela laughed, because she knew better, and said “Oh, shut up and fuck me.”

And that’s what I did, fuck her at least, with long slow strokes of my cock, all the way into her pussy. Almost all of my weight was supported by my knees and elbows, and the weight of Pamela’s hips and ass was supported by her legs around me, so she could move as much as she wanted. She took advantage of this and, besides fucking back to meet my strokes, she was squirming and swiveling and rocking on her ass, making it extra good for both of us.

“Oooo, George, I love it when you fuck me good and deep and slow like this. Your cock feels so good in my cunt.” Pamela sometimes talks a bit dirty while we are making love. I had no complaint, and I responded the same way.

“Your cunt is so hot and wet; my cock really loves it. I could fuck all day.”

“Well, that’s the plan, isn’t it? For all four of us to fuck all day?”

I had been having so much fun that I had almost forgotten about the other two guys who would be joining us later. “Those other guys won’t be here for a while. Let’s just you and I enjoy ourselves for now.”

“Good idea. Now hold on, and let’s do this a little different.” Pamela squeezed my hips and ass with her legs and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, holding her body entirely off the bed with my cock imbedded in her pussy. She started jerking her hips from side to side, causing my cock to rub first on one side of her love hole, then on the other. There was no in and out motion, just her body moving from side to side, so my cock stroked different parts of her wet pussy.

Pamela continued this strenuous activity for a few minutes before lowering herself back to the bed, pulling me on top of her, and changing to sliding bank and forth on the silk sheets. Her new motion rubbed my cock first against the bottom of her love hole and then the top, where it scraped against the underside of Pamela’s precious clit. Her cooing mixed with her pleasurable moans and I could feel fresh fluids spurting into her pussy around my cock.

“Oh, God, George”, she panted as she moved back and forth. “My cunt is really loving your cock. ‘Specially my clit. She really likes to fuck you.”

In a few minutes, Pamela was moaning steadily and her juices were pouring out of her pussy and soaking my pubic hair and the sheets. She relaxed her grip on my neck and on my hips, although she kept her arms and legs in place. I resumed fucking the way we had started, with slow deep strokes and Pamela’s pussy resumed fucking me back, as well as squirming, swiveling and rocking, giving both of us a glorious fuck.

Slow strokes or not, the whole erotic day so far, especially Pamela rubbing her clit against my cock had caused my climax to start building. I could delay it for a few more minutes but I knew that I was going to have to cum soon. I told her that I was close to being ready to cum.

“Just keep fucking that nice cock into me, George, and I’ll cum before you.” I hoped she was right because I always believe that nice guys finish last. Pamela slid farther down, and I moved up a little so my cock had more contact with her clit, and I increased the speed of my strokes. She responded to me, matching the increase, and we both built rapidly toward our mutual climax.

“Fuck me good, George. Keep fucking my cunt. I love it. I love it. Fuck me.” I didn’t need otele gelen escort any encouragement, but I was getting it anyhow, and I responded by pounding my cock in and out of Pamela’s pussy while her pussy pounded back just as hard at me.

“Oh, fuck me. Ahhhhh, I’m cumming! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Cumming! I’m cumming!”

Pamela’s legs squeezed around my hips again, and her arms wrapped themselves around my neck as she kept telling me to fuck her. I rammed my cock into Pamela’s pussy over and over and her pussy kept pace with me. I could feel the underside of her clit scraping against the top of my cock, and I could no longer hold off. The pleasure that I had been holding back welled up, unstoppably, and I started to cum into my condom before Pamela finished, but just two strokes of my cock later, she climaxed. We sprawled together with me on top of her, my cock still in her pussy, and her juices soaking the sheets and mattress.

She recovered first. “We gotta straighten up a little, George.”

Pamela removed my condom and took my cock into her mouth to suck out what was left of my semen and after she had gotten it all, she licked off my soft shaft. “I don’t like to see it all go to waste,” she told me. When she was done, she lay on her back with her legs spread and I kept her cum juices from going to waste also.

The other guys were due to show up any minute, and Pamela put on one of the big fluffy white bathrobes the hotel had provided for us. I laughed at her for being modest. “First of all,” she told me. “When the doorbell rings, we don’t know for sure it’s them. It might be the hotel manager or room service by mistake, or someone else. Second of all, when they come in, they’ll be fully dressed and I don’t want to parade around buck-bare-ass naked so they’ll think I’m some kind of bimbo slut, just because I like to fuck and suck. I’ll take off the robe when they get undressed.” I had to admit that she had a point there, several points, in fact, so I put my robe on too.

A few minutes later the doorbell did ring, and I got up to answer it. Before opening the door, I looked through the peephole and saw only Frank in the hallway. I greeted him and shook his hand and inquired about John. “I sneaked away from work early but he couldn’t get away just then. He said he will be here as soon as he can, and we should start without him.”

He looked at me in my bathrobe, and added, “It looks like you already have.”

We walked into the bedroom and I introduced Pamela and Frank to each other. As I said before, she is a very good-looking and bosomy woman, just the kind that is attractive to Frank, and he was very taken with her. Pamela was even more enraptured with him as she looked at his fair skin, blonde hair and flashing green eyes and, especially, at the bulge in his pants. The bulge got bigger when Pamela untied her robe, letting it fall open, showing off her big, firm breasts and hairless pussy. When she hugged her nakedness against him and patted his cock, it got even bigger and harder, seeming to be trying to rip through his pants.

“I’ve got something I want to do with this big dude,” Pamela said as she continued to fondle his cock. She led him to one of the easy chairs and started to unbutton his shirt.

When she was through with his shirt, she removed it and gave him a little push so he sat in the chair. She knelt in front of Frank and removed his shoes and socks and unfastened his pants. That was when I slipped Pamela’s bathrobe off her and threw it and mine onto the other chair. Frank raised his ass while his pants and underwear were pulled off, and all of us were equally naked.

Pamela gazed, fascinated, at Frank’s big, stiff cock. “Come to Mama,” she said. Frank continued to sit in the chair. “Come to Mama, I said,” she repeated. “How can I lick your balls if I don’t have a place to put my chin?” Frank scooted forward to the very edge of the chair and leaned back to be pleasured.

Pamela lifted Franks balls and licked his crotch and around his scrotum. She murmured happily while licking his balls in their wrinkled sack, taking one at a time into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue. All around the base of his cock her tongue traveled, until she licked up the underside of his cock to the head, and around the ridge just under the head. After that, Pamela held the object of her adoration gently in her hands, looked at Frank and smiled around his cock head.

“Green Eyes, you are about to get the blow job of your life.” Slowly and sensuously, she took Frank’s cock all the way into her mouth.

Usually, in such a situation, I would not just stand around. Fucking Pamela doggy style while she sucks off Frank would seem to be called for but my Viagra is good, not perfect, and my cock would not be ready for such an activity for a while. Because I love eating Pamela’s pussy, and she loves having me eat her, that was an excellent second choice. I took a pillow from the bed, set it in front of her where she was kneeling with her mouth full of Frank’s cock, and started to crawl in between her legs. When she saw and felt what I was doing, Pamela spread her legs and moved to present her pussy to me. Meanwhile, her mouth was moving slowly up and down Frank’s cock, taking it in all the way to his pubic hair and back out until only the head was still n her mouth. From personal experience, I knew that her tongue was caressing his shaft inside her mouth.

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Standing alone on a darkened porch in a town far from home, dressed to the nines as she knocked on a door of what looked to be a lifeless house, the only thing from her past that Jacqueline Montero could liken her present circumstance to was 30 years earlier when she’d been a small child out on Halloween, trick-or-treating.

While there was no pumpkin shaped pail in her hand, and the costume she now wore was basicly bought online at places like Bloomingdales and Victoria’s Secret, the same eerie and awkward feeling of standing, vulnerable, in front of a stranger’s house, holding her breath as she as she waited for the door to open was identical to how she felt three decades earlier dressed as Cinderella.

Only this time, Jacki was the trick and the treat.

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Hoya22’s real name was Brian Calendril. A nugget of information, along with the names of the other three men waiting downstairs, Jacqueline would never know.

By the time graduation weekend rolled around, with the exception of the guys who had summer jobs lined up in town, most everyone living at the frat house had headed home. Brian was supposed to be one of them, having earned his degree in the same ceremony Jacki’s daughter, Randi, did just hours earlier. He would have certainly been out on the party circuit that night as well if it wasn’t for a unique opportunity that presented itself a few weeks back.

“Come on in,” he offered the 41 year old divorcee standing outside, before closing the door, and Jacki’s life as she knew it, behind her.

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The aroma was the first thing to strike Jacki when she stepped foot inside the spacious but cluttered house. Having only raised a single daughter and having no brothers around growing up, Jacki had never lived in a house where there were multiple men living under one roof. Her first inhale brought a combination of pizza and other assorted fast foods of every variety. Her second inhale left the traces of beer and corn chips on her palate, not to mention the faint whiff of weed. Each successive breath brought that combination of fragrances home a little clearer.

“Can I get you a drink…a beer maybe?” the man she knew as Hoya22 offered.

“No…but thanks,” she politely replied, oddly safe in her commitment to do what she’d come over to do, but not wanting to take a chance someone there might spike her drink.

Considering the circumstances, making small talk wasn’t exactly easy between the two, but Jacki filled the gaps of silence by comparing her mental picture of the kid in front of her to how he actually appeared. Brian was more handsome in real time and seemed quite a bit taller than she remembered, likely due to the fact that he was sitting down during most of their cyber activities. She didn’t remember crossing paths with him during the graduation ceremonies earlier in the day, which was a relief, and his fraternity wasn’t one Randi ever spoke of during their occasional mother/daughter chats.

If Jacki would have been paying closer attention during the ceremony, she would have heard Brian Calendril’s name called out 20 minutes (and 10 letters) before Randi’s, but for now, all that happened earlier that fateful Saturday was ancient history.

Walking around the hardwood floor of the living room, the tips of her black high heels marking every step, Jacki absorbed the vibe of the house as she and Hoya22 sporadically sized each other up. She nearly asked the young man for his name, but decided that would fly in the face of what she’d come out that night to do.

Jacki sensed she and him were the only two people at that moment on the main floor of the house, but given the vibrations of a bass thud coming from below through the structure of the turn of the previous century house, deep down she knew the crux of the evening, and perhaps even early morning, was going to be spent down there.

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Even though they had only spent the better part of five minutes pacing around the room, Brian and Jacki felt a strange kinship, as if they’d known each other for much longer considering how each had mentally replayed what happened during their two internet sessions weeks earlier.

The first one had turned into quite the epic of depravity when Brian had called all the other guys in the house up to his room when he sensed the sway he had over the woman he was cybering with. The second rendezvous the following evening between Brian and Jacki had been an intimate one on one, which had also served as the genesis for what was about to unfold one floor beneath Jacki’s feet.

Seeing the light rising from the opened door to the basement on one of her circuits around the living room, Jacqueline fancied it as almost a portal to Hell from the way light, and the sound emanating from it, seemingly beckoned her towards it.

Casting a quick gaze over to Brian, the knowing twinkle in his dark blue eyes told kızılay escort Jacki her most decadent fears and fantasies were all about to come true.

If Jacki was worried about having to visually deal with the descent down the waiting steps, with the quickness of a thief, Brian eliminated that concern in one fell swoop. Pivoting with noticeable unease in the center of the living room as she nervously rung her hands together, one moment Jacki could see Brian standing a couple of feet to her right, then in the time it took her to blink, he had disappeared behind her.

Jacqueline’s chest rose, and her entire world went dark, the instant the 22 year old college student slipped a silky black blindfold over her eyes. It hadn’t come as a complete shock given the content of their conversation a few weeks earlier, but to have it happen with such blinding precision brought a gasp of shock to her numb and trembling lips. Before she could come anywhere close to gathering herself, Jacki felt the strapping young lad behind her raise her long dark hair and plant a soulful kiss dead center on the back of her neck.

The glow from the basement light still carved into the blank canvas of her brain, Brian’s kiss, and the ones to the right side of her neck that soon followed, added an explosive rush of sparkling color to the blackness she’d been cast in to.

Without the ability to see, Jacki’s remaining senses immediately became more vivid. Brian’s soft lips drifting across the bare skin of her neck like a refreshing autumn wind, it was contrasted seductively to the strength of each of his hands as he reached around Jacki from behind and openly fondled her breasts through her form fitting blazer and blouse.

“I’m gonna walk you downstairs,” he whispered into the older woman’s ear. “Are you ready?”

Nodding her head, Jacki found herself grinding backwards against the handsome young stud in a silent, but certain, gesture that her fate was now in his hands.

The acuteness of Jacki’s available senses were ratcheted to overdrive when she felt Brian’s right hand firmly come to rest on the base of her spine and instant before he began nudging her towards the stairwell. Still feeling his lips and warm breath tickling the back of her neck as he guided her blindly along, Jacki could clearly feel the rush of cool air when she came to the opened door.

Descending down the old, rickety steps in a pair of 4 inch heels would have been perilous under the best of circumstances. To do it blindfolded, with a complete stranger directly behind her, and having no clue what waited at the bottom, made the trip down something Jacqueline would never forget.

If the upstairs had smelt vaguely like a frat house, the scent that hit Jacki once she reached the landing of their rumpus room left no doubt. If there was a faint whiff of booze and weed up in the living room, those smells were multiplied tenfold once she inhaled her surroundings below ground.

Jacki could also detect the faint but unmistakable aroma of pussy as well. Wondering how many other women those boys had nailed over the years in that modified game/party room, it sent a tingling jolt of electricity from the roots of her hair down to the tips of her toes when she realized she was about to be next.

Once she was safely down, Jacki’s thoughts turned to just how many of Hoya22’s frat brothers were standing there watching her blindfolded before them. It could be two, three, four, perhaps even a dozen or more, but what was clear was how silent the room became once the man who’d helped her down the steps presented her to the assembled crowd. Knowing she had the power if she wanted to reach up and remove the blindfold at any given moment, Jacki’s hands remained clenched in front of her as the kinetic weight of those male gazes washed over her.

The boys had apparently been playing pool when Jacki began her descent downstairs, but by the time she reached the landing there was one last smack of one ball hitting another before dead silence. Her world completely black, the drumbeat of Jacki’s already racing heart only quickened when she sensed the men scattered about the room start towards her.

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Despite the wild estimates in Jacki’s swimming head, there weren’t a dozen plus men hovering in the basement. Besides Brian, there were only four other guys assembled for the night’s festivities. Three of which had taken part in the impromptu masturbation session with Jacki that first night online, and one other guy from the frat Brian owed a favor to.

Having briefly entertained the thought of letting the entire fraternity in on what was going to happen that night, Brian decided against it. Logistically, it would have been lunacy with that many guys and only one girl, the presence of more people would have certainly created a greater chance the scene may have gotten out of hand. And besides, Jacqueline was only kolej escort one woman and to expect her to hold up under five guys’ virile assault was questionable, letting two dozen guys loose on her would have been sheer madness. So with most of the guys already gone after the end of the semester, Brian was left with a small group of brothers he trusted.

For the three that had been up in Brian’s room to see for themselves first hand what sort of perversity Jacqueline Montero was capable of, it wasn’t a shock when they saw her standing at the foot of the steps of their private room. Kerry Hoyt, Devin Dennison and Allen Crupp were their names, but the fourth guy who’d masturbated that night on camera for Jacki was sadly on a flight to Denver for a job interview the following Monday, having no clue what he was missing back at the frat house.

In his place was a young man who’d just finished his Sophomore year named Garrett Burke. At first, Garrett had been a tad skeptical when Brian told him what might unfold the Saturday night after graduation. Canceling his previous plans just to be safe, Garrett assumed the guys had just hired an escort or stripper to come over to the house.

When heard the click/clack of the bindfolded woman’s high heels on the rickety steps, then saw the classy way the long haired brunette was dressed, he started to realize they weren’t pulling his leg. By the time Jacki was all the way down and wringing her hands nervously beside Brian, Garrett’s cock had become as hard as the cue stick resting in his hands.

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Without her trusted ability to see, there was a natural re-coil in Jacki’s posture as the vibration of the men’s footsteps closed in around her. Clenching her fingers even tighter in front of her, Jacki found she could detect the subtle differences in their gaits as they moved in to inspect her.

“I can barely fathom the look in their eyes,” Jacki thought to herself, knowing how obscenely compelling it would be to see something like that as the proverbial fly on the wall.

Still sensing the shadow of Brian’s presence hovering to her right, Jacki blindly tried determining how many other guys were there from the amount of footsteps surrounding her, along with the distinct differences in the scents of cologne now flooding her palate.

“This is only a dream,” her conscience interjected every so often, not wanting to admit something so deep and dark that she’d fantasized in secret about for so many years could actually be happening. “Its so dark..it just has to be a dream!”

Any thought of that night being a figment of her overworked and undersexed imagination was thoroughly erased when several strange hands came to rest across her body.

“UUHHH..UUHHHHH,” Jacqueline immediately winced, just as anyone would when walking through a pitch black cave and being touched by things she couldn’t see.

Her lips parting into a perfect oval as her fingernails dug at the smooth fabric of her black pencil styled skirt, a million tiny goosebumps clustered beneath Jacki’s clothes when all those fingers clasped down on her. Having had Brian’s hand on her back, among other places, as he led her down the steps, she’d developed a tactile imprint of his unique touch. The others, however, had created an overload of sensory input until Jacki’s world suddenly became very, very small.

Feeling at least one person flanking her to each side, Jacki also knew there was someone standing directly in front of her, and she was also pretty sure another of the boys had claimed a spot directly behind her.

If the overwhelming sensation of all those strange hands roaming freely over her body wasn’t enough, before she could begin processing all that, Jacki felt a warm set of lips come to rest on the right side of her throat just before pair of large hands slipped beneath the back of her dress and started caressing the cheeks of her bare ass.

Unable to keep her hands stable one second longer, Jacki flailed her arms out in each direction until they were grasping wildly for something to hold on to. In the end, what she found were two handfuls of sinewy muscle and single minded intent.

By the time Jacqueline had snared her hands around two of the men in front of her, all 10 of their hands were guiltlessly roaming over her body, from her tingling scalp all the way down to her trembling thighs.

Even though she’d put on more pounds than she cared to admit since hitting her 40’s, the five boys easily lifted the tips of her heels of the floor several times as they collectively felt her up. The feeling of temporary weightlessness combined with her new found blindness created real strains of disorientation in Jacki’s head. Her tether to reality now cut, she was capable of anything.

There were one set of lips mashing and chewing just below her left ear, and other, along with a warm and wet tongue slithering down the nape maltepe escort of her neck. The set of probing fingers that had drifted beneath her dress from behind now eased up and down the back of her legs, sending shivers of excitement up her spine each time they alternated between the buttery smooth material of her stockings to the exposed flesh of her upper thighs. Jacki could also feel three, maybe four hands eagerly pawing at her breasts through her sheer blouse until her crisp white shirt tail came untucked from the waistband of her tight skirt.

“It’s like you’re a buffet and they’re a bunch of starving men,” she couldn’t help thinking, imagining those ten hands actively groping her were upwards of a thousand.

“YEEEEZZZZ…AAAHHH,” Jacki bellowed when one of the guys kissed her flush on the lips, anxiously digging her fingernails into the shoulders of two of the men even though she had no clue exactly what part of her body they had their hands on.

Slowly guiding Jacki to the center of the room, much the same way an army of ants would ferry their kill back to the nest, one of the boys was finally brazen enough to hike the woman’s skirt up and trace his fingers around the tiny front panel of her soaking wet thong panties.

Once again a steaming hiss shot from Jacqueline’s throat, and even in her blindfolded darkness she began rutting her hips forward, as if trying to corral the inquisitive digits exploring her flaming crotch. Not even needing to take the hint, those young man’s fingers quickly slipped beneath the lace trim lining and sliced inside the rose petal bloom of Jacki’s soaked quim.

An immediate chuckle of aroused appreciation rose from the men surrounding her when they heard for themselves just how wet Jacki had become.

It was difficult to tell in her predicament, but Jacki thought her pumps had already slipped off during the mayhem. Rubbing her right foot down one of the men’s calves, the assumption was confirmed. Checking her left the same way, Jacki noted her second shoe was still attached but hanging by only two flexing toes.

To a neutral observer, Jacki looked as if she was being swallowed whole by the five young men. Only the occasional flop of her head, extension of a hand, or kick of one of her legs would show there was actually a woman smothered between the half ton of testosterone surrounding her.

What was vividly clear was the sound of clothes being pulled apart, and the occasional whap of a torn button snapping through the air. Somehow during the proceedings, Jacki’s blazer had been removed and summarily spat out of the scrum, and even though it took a little more work on the gentlemen’s’ part, the fanciest blouse in Jacki’s closet soon followed.

If there was one thing certain, it was Jacki’s clothes were being shed at a much quicker rate than the men’s were. So enthralled by the prey in their snare, they excitedly stripped the older woman until she was left in nothing but her bra, stockings, skimpy panties and a dress that was obscenely pushed up all the way to her waist.

Suspended in the men’s intertwined grip, without any real depth perception because of the blindfold, Jacki hadn’t realized yet she’d become as much horizontal in the air as she was vertical. Feeling the chilly air of the basement washing over her increasingly bare skin, it made each of the warm hands groping her that much more rapturous as they led her forward.

Her heavy tits flopping wildly in the lacy cups of the expensive bra she’d bought for the occasion, it wasn’t long before the snaps of it were undone and she felt the jet black straps being slid over her smooth, Victorian shoulders. Before the discarded bra even hit the floor, a drooling mouth closed hungrily over each of her shamefully plump nipples.

Her feet now dangling several inches above the floor, every possible sensitive spot on her body was being stimulated one way or another as they ferried Jacki to her eventual destination. The disorientation was so consuming, Jacki didn’t realize the two men responsible for supporting her from behind had left their posts until she could literally feel herself falling backwards in the air.

“Oh..God..,” she was able to moan weakly before her back came to rest on something as flat as it was unforgiving.

“I know what that is,” Jacki’s own voice rattled around inside her brain.

Squirming her shoulders side to side several times, she knew they’d dropped her straight down on the fraternity’s pool table.

Despite being a novice at billiards, Jacki immediately recognized the velvety feel against her naked back as she acclimated herself to her newfound perch. The backs of her legs rubbing against the polished rails of the regulation sized table, Jacki’s right hand sent the 5-ball rolling towards one of the corner pockets when she genuflected it out.

The glow of the overhead lighting baking down against her bare skin, Jacki could sense the shadows of the men stalking above until all 50 of their eager fingers were once again groping and pawing at her wantonly displayed wares.

Extending her legs into the air, Jacki quickly nestled the arch of both her stocking clad feet between two of the men’s thighs, essentially using her them like a pair of hands to stoke the straining bulges awaiting her through their jeans.

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Jessabelle had long brown hair and blue eyes. Her full breasts and curves made wearing a dress difficult, but Jessa secretly enjoyed going out in men’s clothing to hunt and spy on the soldiers marching their rounds. As the daughter of the captain of the guards Jessa was not considered a lady or a commoner. Tonight, was terribly cold and windy and Jessa saw her father walk out to the ocean with a team of men. Out in the inky water a big serpentine boat slithered across the sea. The dragon head’s eye visible from the shore.

Jessa froze looking out to sea. Vikings were in that boat.

Her father and the other men raised a flag that signaled negotiations were wanted and not that they were going to fight. It had been a horrible year with crop failures, scorching heat in the summer and rain in the fall that made the crops rot. A lot of the young girls had come of age and were of marriageable age but the last few terrible years meant the community could not support more families or babies. The sickness that came hit the young men and killed making the guard and men to farm the fields weak and less in number.

The Vikings were the last straw to a desperate community on the verge of collapse.

Jessa strained to hear what her father said and the Viking leader in his helmet and with his sharp weapons listened intently. Then to Jessa’s horror her father shook the Viking’s hand and then got on his knees before the Viking and bowed his head to him in an unmistakable show of submission. The village troops then marched back to the village and the Vikings turned and left.

Shaken Jessa edged back into the woods.

The next day Jessa’s father and the Lord of the manor stood before the Village in a village proclamation of intent.

Ten women were to be sent with the Vikings and selected by the Vikings with the Vikings arriving in twenty minutes for the selection. In exchange the Vikings would trade with the village and assist with planting in the spring, bring food for the village, and provide troops to protect the village over the winter. No questions were to be asked of what would become of the ten girls selected.

The Viking leader arrived and all the women of the village who were not married were lined up for his inspection. Nine girls were selected before Jessa and Jessa hoped that the girls after her or before her would catch the Viking’s eye.

He walked before her with only his steely gray eyes visible and stopped in front of her. Looking straight at her he gestured for her to step forward.

Jessa’s hopes sank with the realization that she had been chosen. The girls and Jessa were marched to the boat and inside the boat were told to sit in the very back of the boat. The journey was a miserable experience involving weeks of eating fish, cold wet clothes, no bathing, and being ignored by all the men except the commander.

The girls wondered if they would die and huddled together for warmth.

At the port the girls were herded outside and into a large hall of a building where they were sat on hard wooden benches. A woman came in and saw the girls and shook her head. Then she argued with the Viking leader and pointed at each of the girls.

The man threw his hands in the air and walked out in defeat. Then the woman turned her eyes on the girls and insisted they go with her to a bathhouse. Each girl was encouraged to wash and brush her hair. There was no makeup or other such things. The woman then pointed to the plainest gray dresses Jessa had ever seen.

“Do you speak English?” Jessa asked her.

Frowning the woman glared at Jessa and the other girls told Jessa to shut up. Glaring at her the group made their way back to the hall and the wooden benches.

Groups of men walked in and by. The woman smiled and greeted each group and slowly money was given to the woman and girls stood up to follow a man out of the hall.

Jessa watched quietly and finally the woman turned and glared at her she was the only girl left in the hall sitting on the bench.

“Yes, I do speak English and you are the last one unsold and I rented the benches for only today. You are not profitable to me and none wanted you as a cook, maid, wife, or child carer Do you sew? Do you know herbs or have any useful skills at all?”

Jessa swallowed. “My father was the captain of the guard. I can make a few weapons and spy on people undetected.”

“So basically, you have no skills to speak of that might bring a woman honorable care. Can you clean? Your fellow villagers are now wives, cooks, carer for elderly and children and one is now even a seamstress. You spied on your father’s men and he taught you unfeminine skills. I see, in some places you could live with that as your trade but here you may not. Well even one such as you must live and eat. Let us go and there is one place you may live and work.”

The women walked to a beautiful temple with statues of Viking men and a large statue holding a bowel of fire.

“This is our village temple to our local God. All men grup escort who return are honored with a wife, treasures, and land to grow old on. Some men seek only that, and other men wish to have a few nights of pleasure or a slave that is not their wife to use or sell. You have no useful skills to speak of but being female even you may lay on your back. All members of the community contribute or are cast out.”

Jessa looked at the temple and swallowed and the woman rang a silver bell.

Another woman came out of the temple and looked at Jessa with a frown. A small argument ensued, and the other woman sliced Jessa’s gown open. Then to Jessa’s horror she squeezed Jessa’s nipples and motioned to a small room with a thick bench.

“you need to lay down on that bench while Marita examines you.” The woman from the hall said with an irritated frown.

“Examines me? What for?” Jessa asked feeling sick to her stomach.

“To see if you are a virgin or not and determine how much she will pay for you. She thinks you are not and plans to pay half your value.”

Laying down Jessa felt sick. Marita chained her ankles to two rings in the walls and Jessa laid down while Marita lifted her skirt up. Taking a large very thin tool off the wall Marita none to gently shoved the tool into Jessa’s dry vagina until she hit Jessa’s hymen. Then Marita glared at the woman from the hall spat on the ground and gave her a large purse full of coins.

Marita then turned and left the room with the woman from the hall leaving Jessa chained with her legs spread open on a bench. A few minutes later a man with two rings around his bulging arms, multiple tattoos, a thick golden beard and a traditional Viking hat entered the room. Looking at his eyes Jessa realized he was a berserker and to her horror he removed his pants and loin cloth. Coarse hair covered his body and between his legs a mammoth piece of meat stood at attention. Jessa whimpered as he approached and tried to speak to him. He made no response and instead gathered her wrists in both hands holding her so tightly the bones in Jessa’s wrists hurt. His hands were large and calloused, Jessa was not small, but she had dwarfed him and looked petite in comparison. Then in one swift movement he pulled her wrists above her head to a rope above her head. The rope was the kind used on boats to tie sails and anchors and was a sturdy unbreakable type of rope.

The meat between his legs twitched and he began feeding his dick into her tight vaginal hole. Jessa felt tears sting her eyes as her pussy had the meat shoved deeply into her and she tried to inch away but the chains held her legs open to his pleasure. The berserker stood between her legs and pinched her mound. There was no escape from his thick meat for Jessa who desperately tried to shut her legs as he continued to feed his meat into her pussy, after the terrible initial pain she began to feel a small amount of pleasure as he filled her entirely. His girth was in her so snuggly she whimpered from his penetration the bench keeping Jessa in place for her mating. Slowly the burning aching was replaced by the desire to rub herself on him. Jessa was consumed by desire until she lay a panting, weepy, sweaty mess. When he finally finished Jessa lay utterly spent. Getting up he left a trail of cum over Jessa’s ruined body and pulled on his pants. A small amount of blood lay on Jessa’s thighs. Still bound Jessa softly cried her legs splayed open.

Marita came in and pointed at Jessa and smiled graciously.

The big berserker shook his head, rubbed his dick argued with Marita and they left. A few minutes later another berserker who looked a lot like the first to Jessa, entered the room and within minutes was rubbing himself in Jessa’s broken soaked pussy. Worse yet he found her still gaping pussy lips and shoved himself home into her pussy after pulling out several times. He came in a short amount of time and then the first returned and second Berserker spoke to Marita in front of Jessa.

The second stroked Jessa’s firm breasts and the first rubbed her clitoris in tiny torturing circles.

Marita was all smiles and both men paid her three bags of coin.

Finally, Marita turned to Jessa as she undid the chains and ropes and said “your lucky day the Jorgen brothers want a woman to fuck and keep their home. They plan to share you and thus save some money I sealed the deal, so you belong to both, as their sex slave now.”

Jessa in her shock said, “both of them?”

Marita smiled and said “It’s not usual but they are cheap and only want to pay for one woman and nobody is going to argue with them or their wild friends. Your holes will be well worn, and I hope you please them.”

“and if I don’t please the brutes?” Jessa whimpered.

“I suggest you please them because if they return you, I will have to sell you as a whore by the hour because your holes will be worn so lose you won’t be good for anything else. Pray they don’t find wives because iranlı escort most wives no longer wish a man to have a sex slave to compete with.”

Yurg and Wrorek Jorgen put a gold ring around Jessa’s neck and both attached leads to the collar to walk her to their horse and cart. They got into their cart with the big wild horses and Jessa was put between both brothers. Cowering in her cloak Jessa tried to find a comfortable position but between her legs felt wet and sore. Wrorek put a blanket over the three of them and out of the village they went. Yurg kept putting his hands on Jessa’s breasts and Wrorek kept stroking Jessa’s clitoris as they traveled and both kept touching her until Jessa felt keyed up. The berserkers stopped and ate some gamey meat Yurg kept in a bag that smelled of sweat and Jessa indicated she was hungry.

Yurg smiled and said, “You hungry you suck” and pulled his penis out of his pants. Wrorek shoved Jessa between his brother’s legs forcing her head down onto Yurg’s engorged dick. After a lot of sucking and Jessa choking on his dick Yurg came in a great white stream of cum. Yurg held Jessa’s hair so she had to take all his milk into her mouth. Yurg pinched Jessa’s nose so she had to swallow his cum. Then Wrorek caught Jessa’s hair and pulled her over to his mammoth meat and wrapped his legs around her. Jessa felt her body being forced down to suckle Wrorek. Wrorek reached down and began fondling Jessa. When he felt himself about to cum Wrorek pinched Jessa’s nose and pulled her close so he could cum in her soft mouth.

By nightfall they reached a small cottage and in they all went after tying the horses in a barn. The common room had a cook stove, a table and some cooking implements. The bedroom was a large bed and both men began getting undressed in the room. Jessa was then instructed via gestures to undress and when she hesitated Wrorek took a knife while Yurg held her and her dress was cut off her. Yurg grabbed her left arm and Wrorek her right arm and both men hauled her into their shared bed. Both men shoved her into the bed with Yurg to her left and Wrorek to her right. Wrorek began fucking her pussy in the dark and to her horror Jessa felt Yurg also touching her breasts. Then moving his hands down at Wrorek’s instruction Yurg began rubbing his thick dick over her anus and in one painful move shoved straight into her anus. Jessa screeched and rubbed herself closer to Wrorek but both brothers held her between them and fucked her all night in both holes.

The next day Jessa woke up alone but too sore to do much but move around the cottage until she found a way to ease her aching body with some alcohol, not enough to do anything but numb her. The main room had bones and plates that had never been washed. Trash littered the entire room and the table had beer and dried food all over it. There was nothing to clean with except a threadbare broom and the stream was outside. Hoisting a leaky bucket Jessa carried the water back to the house and put the water on to boil. Slowly she began scrubbing the filthy house until she sobered up. The only food in the house was gamey old smelling dried meat.

At night the Jorgen brothers returned and dumped their weapons on the floor worse, yet both were drunk. Grabbing her they dragged her to the bedroom where Yurg shoved his dick inside her battered pussy and to her horror Wrorek began working a wooden rod into her pussy at the same time as he entered her anus. The night passed slowly, and Jessa woke up with bruises on her breasts from both men grabbing her and her pussy aching with the wooden rod still firmly inside her.

The beserkers left her laying in the bed and got up to eat the gamey meat.

Jessa asked Yurg “Please may I have some?”

“You want meat?” Yurg asked elbowing his brother.

“Please I’m so hungry.” Jessa begged softly.

Gently Yurg stroked her face and pulled her onto his lap and began to kiss her softly. Wrorek came over while Jessa was distracted with Yurg’s soft gentle kisses and unbuttoned his pants five buttons down so that his dick was fully exposed.

Turning Jessa Yurg dumped Jessa on her knees on the floor and Wrorek grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him to suckle his heavily veined dick for his milk. While Jessa suckled Wrorek’s firm meat, Yurg eased himself down to rub Jessa’s clitoris and then rub his penis past her dripping vaginal lips.

When he finished Yurg wiped his penis clean in Jessa’s soft hair.

“You drink milk for breakfast, have rabbit meat for lunch, and stew with milk for dinner.” Yurg said with a smile.

Wrorek and Yurg left for the day to hunt and Jessa was left alone but Wrorek left her rabbit meat to eat for lunch and a few cleaning supplies. Sighing Jessa cleaned the filthy house. That night Wrorek presented fresh fish and some vegetables. Jessa made a simple stew and served it in three bowels she had cleaned. Wrorek smiled as he ate but every time Jessa tried to eat, he moved the bowel and keçiören escort shook his head. Finally, when he finished, he took the bowel of Jessa’s food and placed it in front of him. Fishing his dick out of his woolen pants Wrorek began rubbing himself and then to Jessa’s horror his penis spewed like a volcano into her stew.

“You eat now.” Yurg said with a smile.

“No” Jessa said and folded her arms angrily.

Yurg said something to Wrorek and both grabbed her and took her to the place where a dog was chained under the table if there were a dog. Jessa found herself chained like a dog under the table with her bowl and her butt up in the air.

Firmly Wrorek took a dragon leather whip from the wall and whacked Jessa’s tender bottom.

“Eat now” Yurg said as Wrorek whipped Jessa. Jessa’s tears rolled down her soft cheeks and she began lapping the stew and cum out of the bowl. When the bowl was empty Wrorek took Jessa to the bed and Jessa slept between the battle-hardened bodies of both naked men.

The feast of light began in a week and Jessa had belonged to the Jorgen brothers for three months. Everyone including slaves went to the village celebration. Jessa was given some green material for a dress and she sewed for weeks and sewed both brothers some new trousers and shirts.

The brothers both gave Jessa money to buy things for the house and she was so excited to go. The night of the festival Wrorek and Yurg put on their new clothes and Jessa her new dress. Then Wrorek took a metal chastity belt out and an evil looking brown liquid which he dipped the thick wooden horn inside the belt in and secured it around her so that her vagina was inaccessible to her seeking hands. Then Yurg locked it in place and put the key in his pocket telling Jessa she needed to be rubbed so she would be ready. The chastity belt’s thick wooden horn that was blunted rose in the middle straight into her pussy and a rough patch that continuously rubbed her clit when she walked made Jessa miserable trying to rub against it in the cart. The brown liquid made Jessa want to touch herself as the herb absorbed into her, but her clitoris and vagina were completely inaccessible.

The village glowed beautifully with celebration of the winter solstice. A huge feast was planned, and a large bonfire burnt in the middle of the village. The beserkers were also in the village and many of them got very drunk and began grabbing single young girls to keep as nobody would give them a daughter or sister to wed.

The Jorgen brothers were also drunk, and Jessa was forced to sit amongst the drunk riotous beserkers unhappy about the belt she wore. Although it didn’t protect her breasts from the touch of the beserkers Jessa felt increasing hungry for a man’s touch and many of the men wanted to touch her. Finally, Yurg caught her arm and she and Wrorek left in the cart.

Jessa sincerely thought they were going home instead they went up to where the beserkers gathered. Several young girls were herded into the middle of the clearing. A priest stood at the edge of the clearing and each girl was wed to a beserker. Then Yurg and Wrorek dragged Jessa before the priest who insisted Jessa kneel and pushed both brother’s hand together into one hand over her head. The priest spoke in perfect English after speaking in their language.

“Twin brothers one in spirit mighty in valor you fight like dragons for glory. Both divided at birth your souls split into two bodies now I unite you in marriage to this one woman may she please you both as one and belong to you equally always. Give her always to each other and share her equally. Thou are now blessed in marriage use her as you see fit with Thor’s blessing.”

Yurg then took the key from his pocket and released Jessa from her chastity belt and Jessa’s hands immediately went down to seek her hungry pussy only to be caught in her husbands’ hands. The priest supervised as each marriage was consummated much to Jessa’s horror.

Yurg asked the priest “how they would both consummate the marriage so that both men were equally wed to Jessa with none the lesser husband.”

The priest stated “That nothing else would do to complete the marriage but both men penetrating Jessa at the same time as one man to one wife. That both men were to act as one in whichever way they used their wife. Further that they commence the consummation of the marriage immediately.”

Jessa moaned in pleasure during her supervised penetration and writhed between both brothers. The priest presiding as he watched the consummation on the sacred mat in the middle of the celebration stepped forward and touched Jessa’s vaginal lips where both men entered Jessa confirming that both brothers acted as one by rubbing his fingers around the puckered lips of her painfully stuffed hole. Crying as she accepted both men into her soft body Jenna’s spirit was forced to become one with her husbands’. When the consummation was finished Jessa lay quietly and cried but knew that she would never need fear the addition of a wife to either man.

Time gentled their treatment of her. Yet the direction of the priest regarding her use by both brothers was not gentled or changed despite their fondness for use of both her pussy and her anus. In time Jessa came to love them both as her husband for in that time many women wed men they did not initially love.

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That next week was very trying for Valerie and me. With everything now out in the open, each of us was like a yo-yo as to whether we would go through with it or not. The first thing Val suggested (which was a very good idea) was that we not discuss the situation “in the heat of the moment”. Of course we’d be into it then! This thing had to be discussed only when we were “sexually sober”. So Saturday, Sunday and Monday, nothing was mentioned when we were getting it on, but the silly thing was, both of us were thinking about it the whole time we were messing around.

I stayed away from my recordings of Claire in an attempt to give myself a little distance to make the right decision. Problem was, any time she crossed my mind, I could immediately feel myself getting hard. Val admitted that the oddest things made her think about Davey’s cock, and she would immediately get wet. Both of us used the other to try to cool off that ardor, and that worked until Tuesday.

Val had the late shift at the store, and when I got home, it didn’t take me long to heat up some leftovers. That left me with a lot time on my hands. Having spent the day unsuccessfully not thinking about Claire, I was pretty damned horny. Nothing good on TV, I headed for the computer to catch up on some things I was watching for my business, and the latest ball scores.

Ten minutes later, I could stand it no longer and checked to see if anything had been recorded that day. Around 1:30, sure enough, Val came down the stairs, followed by Claire who was carrying a large duffel bag over each shoulder.

“It’s really great that you’re letting me use your washer. We’re just about out of clean clothes.”

“Not a problem,” Val said over her shoulder, as they walked into the laundry room at the far end of the basement. For the next few minutes, I only caught snippets of what they were saying — and laughing about. I heard the word Saturday evening at least twice, followed by a lot of giggling.

Finally, I could hear the sound of the washer filling as they came back out of the laundry room. Valerie was laughing.

“C’mon, Val, please?” Claire whined. “I’m going to have to hang around here for at least two hours! What the heck am I going to do? Twiddle my thumbs?”

My wife stopped, and hands on hips, looked down at the shorter woman. “Is sex the only thing you think about, young lady?”

“Well, yeah!”

Val got about halfway to the stairs when she stopped and sighed. “Oh, I guess it’s okay. I just hope to God that Mike doesn’t find out!”

Val and Claire disappeared under the camera, and the mic picked them up rummaging around in my workroom. I could guess what was going on, but which of our two toys would she come out with?

Both.

I had to chuckle as Claire set the machines right where the camera would capture the action best.

“Now you just make sure, girl, that you put everything back just where it was,” Val told her. “I don’t want Mike getting POed at me!”

Claire shot a quick glance up at the camera. “Don’t worry, Val. I doubt very much that Mike would get pissed off.”

Val checked her watch. “Oh my gosh! I should have left at least 10 minutes ago!”

And with that, Claire, the machines and I were alone in the basement.

She stood as close to the camera as she could, her face and upper body filling the computer’s screen. “Hi Mike,” she said in a sexy voice. “I hope you’ll like my little show. Oh yeah, my washer’s working just fine. I just wanted to come over and spend a little time all alone with you. We really do need to talk, you know.”

Stepping back, Claire began removing her clothes. She had a great little hip wiggle to slip her tight jeans down over her bum. Her t-shirt soon followed leaving her in a lacy black bra and matching thong. Oh yeah, and sneakers with white socks.

She looked up at me again. “Valerie told me about your thing with finding sneaks and socks sexy. Maybe I’ll tease you a little more by leaving them on while I pleasure myself.” She tweaked and pulled both nipples. “Mmmm. I think I’m going to have to be pretty rough with these little guys today. They like it rough. Remember that, will you, Mike?”

Claire reached behind herself and the bra fell away. Her nipples were already hard and distended, but she pulled on them some more turning them redder and redder.

My cock was threatening to rip a hole in my pants so I shucked them off, then decided to get all the way naked. While I’d done that, Claire had removed her thong and stepped back from the camera so I could see her body from head to sneakered feet. My cock got harder if anything.

She twirled around playfully. “Like what you see, Mike? Want some of this on Saturday?

I was almost panting. Now my wife is a VERY lovely woman, but there was something so exciting about this red-haired vixen that made me want her more than was wise. I would have given almost anything to have her there in front of me at that moment. Yes, and that included letting my wife loose eve gelen escort with her big-dicked husband.

Claire was going through the box of attachments I’d bought for the Sybian. Her comments were quite entertaining as she pulled each one out. “Now this tiny guy reminds me of my first boyfriend. He had a big car, but no one told me what that meant. Still I got my cocksucking chops together on him. Has Val told you I give the best head this side of the Pecos, Mike? I would love to suck your cock.

“Now this one is smaller than Davey, Mike, though it looks pretty big to me. Val wants that. She’s still waffling about it, but I know she wants a ride on my husband’s great cock.” Picking up the medium-sized one, “This guy is smaller than you, but that’s just the right size for me.” She looked up at the camera again. “I love my husband, Mike, but I need a good no-holds-barred fucking and my husband can’t do that. Oh yeah, it feels great to be filled up like only he can, but Davey just can’t let go with me. He’s too long and it hurts. Your cock will fuck me just right; I’m certain of it.”

Reaching into the box again, she came out with one of the special attachments, the one Val had refused so far to let me use on her, the one with two cocks — one big and one small. “Oh, now THIS one I really like!, Claire said as she held it up to the camera. “I’ll bet this one feels really interesting. Know what, Mike? I think I’ll try it. I haven’t had a cock up my ass since before I started dating Davey.

Mounting it on the Sybian, then lubing it up, Claire carefully climbed aboard and sank down on both the dildos, her eyes opening wide as the last bit sank in. “Oh my God, that’s already nice and I haven’t even turned the machine on yet!”

The next two hours were almost non-stop orgasms for Claire, and I had the best seat in the house as she writhed and wriggled, panted and moaned, and the entire time had my cock as hard as it’s ever been.

Right at the end as she was fucking herself enthusiastically up the ass on The Rider, she looked up and said, “This is so good, Mike! Know what I’m thinking? I’m imagining it’s you pounding into my cute little butt right now, fucking me to your heart’s content. I’m very tight back there, Mike, and it will feel really good when I let you take me this way. Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass? Want your first to be me?” She reached down between her legs, rubbing furiously. “Oh God! Oh God! I’m going to cum!! I’m going to cum again for you, Mike! Oh yes, fuck me, Mike! That feels so incredible!”

Claire’s orgasm knocked her clear off the machine, either that or she wanted to give me a special show. Lying there on her back, legs spread wide, I could see her pussy spasming as she gushed all over the place. Another squirter…

Lazily rubbing her nether lips with one hand, and pulling on her nipples with the other, Claire’s voice was dreamy as she spoke. “I have it all figured out, Mike, and all you need to do is play along. Everyone is going to win. You get me, and I get a royal fucking. Davey gets to fuck someone really hard for a change, no worries, and Val… Well, Val gets her second big cock and I bet she’s going to really get off on it. All you have to do is play along, Mike, and you can have this.”

Claire spread her lips obscenely wide and tilted her hips so I could see everything.

Sitting there watching, I only touched myself once and the cum sprayed everywhere: on the computer screen and keyboard, me, everywhere. I began looking around for some kleenex. My eye caught a movement at the study door.

There stood Val, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, a wry expression on her face. “That little slut!” she said, but she was smiling. “I never should have trusted her — or you! How long has that camera been down in the basement?”

My face was burning with shame. “Um…almost since the beginning.”

My wife shook her head. “You’re a naughty boy! Now clean up the mess you made and then come upstairs. You’re going to be punished very severely for this! Spying on your wife and her friend. The nerve!”

With that she turned and walked down the hall, but I could detect a swagger in her movements that I’d never seen before. I got the feeling that I was about to find out how much of the dom my Valerie had in her…

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The next morning, Val and I woke up early and lay in bed talking. My cock was sore as were my nipples but Val had a cat-like languor about her. She’d gotten fucked as well as I could possibly do it the previous evening. As we lay, she casually stroked my cock to hardness. My balls ached with the load they were carrying since I hadn’t been allowed to cum again the previous night. I was there for Val’s pleasure only — not that I could have done much tied up as I was.

“You do understand that I’m truly pissed off at you for spying on me, don’t you?” Val asked. “We have a trust between us and you gaziosmanpaşa escort broke it.”

“Yeah, but there are things being said between you and Claire that shouldn’t have been spread around.”

Val thought for a moment. “True, but I think your transgression is worse. You do have tapes of me that I didn’t know about. Now I knew why you’d go upstairs when you had me tied to those machines. You were watching me get myself off.”

“I wanted to see what you were like when you thought you were alone. Let me tell you, Val, dear, those recordings are very hot.”

“Hotter than what Claire was doing for you on that recording I saw last night?”

“Yes!” I said, meaning it. “You have a lot of things going for you that she doesn’t and besides, I love YOU. YOU turn me on more than anyone else and I love seeing you get off in a big way.”

“Turned on enough to let me enjoy myself with Davey this weekend? I’ve made up my mind now, Michael. If you agree, I’m going to fuck that big cock until I can’t move.” She grinned. “And you can have Claire — assuming that you can handle her!”

With that, Val bent down, took my cock in her mouth and gave me the best blow job I’d ever gotten, although I lasted an embarrassingly short time.

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We had no sex for the rest of the week. Both of us wanted to be primed and ready for Saturday night. I let Val change the password on my spy software and the recordings, and she let me lock up her toys in my work room, which sported a new padlock. Neither of us could cheat unless it was with our hands. We joked about his and hers chastity devices.

Val would tell me nothing about what she and Claire had planned and I got thrown out of the house first thing on Saturday. “Go play golf or something. I just don’t want to see your face until 5:00!” Claire was arriving as I pulled out of the driveway. I didn’t know what to say when we were finally face to face. My cock knew what to do, though…

She casually leaned on the window frame. The heady scent of Chanel wafted into the car. “Hello, Mike! So we finally meet. I understand that you’ve been a very bad boy! Shame on you for doing that.”

I was so flustered, my brain refused to slip into gear. Finally, I managed to croak, “How did you spot the camera so easily?”

Claire reached in and tweaked my nose. “My dad is a private investigator. I’d be still doing that too if we got along better. Good dads can make bad bosses. Remind me to tell you all about it sometime. Anyway, it was pretty clear from the way your machine was set on that board so that it could only be put on the floor one way, and from the fact that you’d leave Valerie alone on it, that you were spying on her. There were only a few possible places to put the camera and I knew what to look for.” She stuck her head into the car and sucked my earlobe into her mouth, then breathed, “You better leave now, Mike. Seeing that cock of yours pushing out your pants like that is making me VERY wet.”

I played my worst ever round of golf that day, quitting after 15 holes. Then I wasted a few hours looking at power tools, listening to the ball game on the radio and eventually stopping to get each lady a dozen long-stemmed roses. I pulled into the driveway at 5:00 sharp. Needless to say, they were both blown away by the flowers. Score one for the guys!

Both women had been to the beauty parlor. Claire’s hair was done in a French braid and her make-up was superb. Someone could drown in her gray eyes if he weren’t careful. Val, however, looked like something out of a Hollywood movie.

Her hair had been cut and styled by a pro, just off her shoulders in the front and long down the back. Different highlights glistened in her black hair every time she moved: now a flash of auburn, then chestnut, then a touch of blonde. It was stunning. Her eyes were deep and smoldering, her cheeks just with a hint of blush and her lips red and inviting.

I stood there gawking so long that Claire got in between us and said, “Hey! Remember me! I’m the one you’re SUPPOSED to be looking at!

We all burst out laughing and I hugged both women, and if Claire was put off because I hugged Val a little closer for just a little longer, she didn’t say anything.

“Nervous?” I asked Val.

She nodded and her cheeks reddened a little more.

I turned to Claire. “So what’s the drill? You seem to have put yourself in charge of this little event.”

In answer, Claire went out to the kitchen, a delicious little wiggle in her butt as she left the living room, and returned with a bottle of white wine and three glasses.

We all sat and had a sip. Val and me on the sofa and Claire right across from me on a wing chair. She was wearing loose fitting shorts and made sure I could see right up them. Not a stitch of underwear was in sight and my cock twitched in response.

Val noticed immediately. “Claire! Behave yourself!”

The gölbaşı escort girl sat back in the chair and crossed her legs which only made the shorts rise higher on her thighs. She stuck her tongue out at Val.

“Davey’s out working today and should be here by 6:00. Mike you’re going to be in charge of the grilling. You’re also to make sure that Davey gets just enough booze. I don’t want him too blasted to be able to perform, but I also want him good and loose. Valerie and I will do the rest.”

“And your husband knows nothing about this?”

Claire and Val exchanged glances. “Well, the past two weeks, I’ve been kind of steering our pillow talk,” Claire admitted. “I also made sure that Davey spoke to Val a few times. Let’s just say that he thinks she’s pretty darned hot and I got him to admit in the heat of the moment that he wouldn’t mind getting to know her better.”

Val had reddened at the talk, and I asked her, “What’s wrong?”

Again the exchanged looks. “I…ah… I’ve been pretty flirty with Davey the two times we’ve met.”

“Come on! Out with it!” I said.

“Well, I may have, ah, rubbed myself on him a bit and touched his arm and I, ah, kissed him once.”

“One of your quick pecks or the full monty?”

“Um, somewhere in between.”

“Out with it, Val!” Claire whooped. “She’s been coming on big time with my hubby, that’s what she’s been doing.”

I went upstairs to shower and change, shaving once again so that my face wouldn’t have a hint of stubble on it for the evening. Val and Claire headed to the guest bedroom to get changed, refusing to tell me what was up.

I got downstairs and went out to get the barbecue ready and saw by the wisps of steam rising off the pool that swimming was on the schedule for the evening, despite the nip that would be in the air when the sun went down.

The table was set for four, a wine cooler at hand, and four lounges had been set out by the pool.

Was al fresco sex on the menu? We live at the edge of town on a large bit of land, so no neighbors could see what we do in the back, but Val had never agreed to have sex outdoors because “who knows who might walk in on us!” This would be a big change for her.

At 6:00 on the button, I heard the doorbell ring. A few moments later, Claire came out the back door hanging onto the arm of a very large man. Davey’s polo shirt was tight around his torso and the muscles in his arms stretched the fabric out to its limits. His waist was fairly small and I could see from his dockers that his thighs and calves would also be impressive. The man obviously didn’t just lift weights, he was a full-blown body builder.

Claire looked miniscule next to Davey, but she wouldn’t go unnoticed anywhere. The miniscule, tight red shorts and blouse tied under her gently swaying breasts would make sure of that. I also noticed sneakers and white socks again, the vixen. Claire looked to all the world like some horny cheerleader.

“This is for you,” Davey said a bit uncomfortably as he handed me a bottle of very nice red wine. “Thanks for having us over. Claire’s talked about nothing else all week.”

I’ll bet she has, I thought. “Welcome, uh, Davey? That’s all I’ve heard Claire call you.”

He grinned, a nice, friendly, open one. “Davey’s just fine.”

“Why don’t you two guys get comfortable,” Claire said. “Val should be dressed in a minute and I’ll go get a couple of beers.” She squeezed her husband’s arm. “You must have worked so hard today. A cold beer would go down nicely, wouldn’t it?”

Claire sashayed into the house, wiggling that delicious butt of hers and we both shamelessly watched her go.

Val was the one whocame out with the beers and, my God, did we stare this time! Besides the perfect hair and make-up, she had on the most amazing pair of jeans I’d ever seen. I remember thinking two things: that they’d been painted on her or been custom made. They were so tight, you could see her camel toe. On top was a shimmering blouse of turquoise silk, no bra, and on her feet, my favorite high-heeled sandals with the ties coming halfway up her calves. The effect of the way she was dressed, groomed and the obviousness of her sex was absolutely jaw dropping.

Davey’s jaw did drop.

“Why Davey,” Val said, giving him a lingering peck on his cheek, “how wonderful to see you again! Thanks so much for coming over!”

Davey couldn’t help himself nor could I as our eyes traveled over this heavenly creature standing before us.

After handing us our beers, Val went back into the house and her wiggle was even better than Claire’s. This was my shy and restrained (at least in public) wife?

The girls left us alone for a good half hour and I found that Davey was a pretty regular guy. He bowled instead of played golf, enjoyed football instead of baseball, but other than that, we felt the same way about a lot of things. I found that I liked him.

Eventually, Val and Claire came out with some more beers for us and white wine for themselves. Claire and Davey chatted for a few minutes about the job he’d been working on that day, and Val managed to get me to come over to the back door for a few private words.

She looked at me seriously. “Last chance to back out. Is this still going to happen?”

“Valerie, you look so good tonight, I’m beginning to think I’ll keep you all to myself.”

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I had originally written this to go after part 3 of Upwardly Mobile, but I decided to drop it. Recently, I rediscovered and finished it. I was going to change it to be a standalone story with new characters but decided against that. So, with that, here is Upwardly Mobile – Part 3.5

Note: All characters engaged in or exposed to sexual activity are over 18.

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Mike Hernandez leaned over the railing on the top of the party boat and yelled down at the younger boys who were milling around on the sandy beach. “Hey, we only have another hour or two before we have to start heading back. So, if you guys want to ride the jet-skis, you better do it now.” Jodie Carter was sitting on the beach in his board shorts, feet in the water. His half-brother Chase was seated nearby on a half-submerged tree stump.

The nineteen-year-old Dean twins, Colton and Luke, were seated on the upper deck of the party boat next to Amanda, Jodie, and Chase’s eighteen-year-old sister. She was lying on a chaise lounge, in her bikini, face down, with the top untied and her back completely exposed. The youngest of the Dean boys, Andrew, was on the red Yamaha wave runner. The remaining two of his siblings, Jordan and Jeremy, were fighting over who would get to ride the blue one.

Colton reclined facing Amanda on one side, and Luke was on the other. It had been obvious the whole afternoon that the boys were impressed with Amanda, following her around wherever she went and watching her every move. Amanda loved the attention but seemed to only have eyes for the thirty-four-year-old boat captain.

Mike was more than just the captain of the party boat. He was the Dean boys’ personal trainer and motocross coach. All five of the Dean children were or had been professional motocross racers. Luke had been the top rider in his age class in the country for two of the last three years before breaking his right leg in three places at a race in Orlando last July. He had undergone several surgeries to help this leg heal properly and had spent the better part of the previous year in physical therapy. Despite all that, he would probably walk with a bit of a limp or the rest of his life.

When Colton tried to get Amanda to swim some more, she had other things on her mind. She wanted to lay outside and get some sun, where she could watch Mike and make sure he was able to check her out. Luke used his injury as an excuse to stay near Amanda and avoid hanging out with the rest of the boys. He sat down next to her, rubbing his knee and showing off his injury. Amanda admired his scars and was blown away by the story of how he had crashed. Colton, not wanting his brother to get more of Amanda’s attention, decided to give up on swimming and sat down on the other side of her.

Amanda was sandwiched between the boys and knew they were staring at her body. She lay there effectively topless, face down with her top untied. The sides of her fleshy boobs bulged out from under her body as she lay with her arms extended over her head. She enjoyed having their eyes on her, but it was Mike’s attention that she really wanted. She wanted to be sexy for him. If Luke and Colton liked the show too, well, that was only a side effect. The guys had tried all afternoon to get her to go topless or to roll over and show them her tits, but she had resisted the temptation.

As she lay there, wondering how to make Mike pay attention to her, Colton spoke up.

“Hey Amanda, you’re getting a little red,” he said as he sat up and raised a bottom of suntan oil. “Want me to put some sunscreen on you?”

She raised her head and caught Mike gazing in her direction. She grinned, “Sure, Colton, I’d like that,” she replied.

Colton poured a copious amount of the dark tanning oil on his hands and began to rub it all over her back. When Luke saw what his brother was doing, he sat up, grabbed the bottle of oil, and said, “Here, let me help,” and started rubbing oil on her shoulders.

Amanda felt incredible and was getting turned on. She glanced over at Mike again and was pleased to see he was watching intently as both boys rubbed oil on her. They were sliding their slippery hands all over her bare back, her sides, and the back of her legs. Colton started trying to rub lotion onto the side of her right breast as it bulged out from under her. She was shocked by the touch of his fingers on her soft skin, but she didn’t want to overreact or look like an “innocent” little virgin in front of Mike, so she didn’t stop him. She felt a tingling inside and closed her eyes.

Luke saw what his brother was doing and slid his left hand slowly up her side from her hip. The sensation of his hand moving over her side caused her to inhale sharply. Amanda pretended not to care, but her heart was racing. Luke’s fingertips brushed over the very white skin of esat escort her breast, and she fidgeted as she lay there.

The boys didn’t stop. Amanda could feel Luke’s hand on her left leg behind her knee, his fingers curled over her leg, brushing inside her thigh. He started rubbing her, kneading the flesh, as if massaging her, sliding his hand up and down slowly.

The tingling feeling was growing, and she took a deep breath, letting it out very, very slowly. Suddenly, she felt Colton’s hand on her other thigh, emulating his brother’s actions. “Oh my god,” she thought and tried not to squirm. She didn’t really want their hands on her like this, but she didn’t want to push them away, not while Mike was watching. She wanted him to think she was mature.

His right hand moved up her thigh more. “Oh shit,” she thought. She needed to stop him but was afraid to. She also realized she actually liked it, and the conflicting thoughts and feelings just caused her to freeze and not react at all. She wanted him to stop, and she wanted him to continue.

She opened her eyes and was surprised by what she saw. Mike was sitting in the captain’s chair, watching her intently. He had his left hand on the steering wheel, but his right was gripping his cock through his swimsuit. It was clearly hard. She stared at his bulging pants and the way he squeezed his dick. The tingling grew more potent. At the same time, she felt Colton’s hand move up, his fingers tickling the softer flesh of her inner thigh.

Just then, Luke squeezed her left tit, clearly feeling her up now, any pretense of rubbing oil on her was gone. As if on cue, Colton started to squeeze and massage her other breast too, at least as much of it as he could reach.

Mike started tugging on his cock through his shorts. She watched, mesmerized as four hands fondled her body. Amanda was breathing rapidly, and her heart was pounding hard in her chest. She needed to stop this before she lost control, but it felt so good, and she loved being the center of all this male attention.

The effect it was having on Mike made it even more intense for her. She fidgeted again, arms still over her head. She opened her mouth and lightly bit down on her upper arm. As she moved, she elevated her chest, just a little, but it was all the room the boys needed to slide their hands under her and hold her entire boobs in their hands. She let out a little whimper, and immediately reddened, blushing brightly.

“Oh my god,” she thought. “They had to have heard that.”

They had indeed heard her, and the sound told them that Amanda liked what they were doing. Luke pulled her thigh out to the left as Colton pulled on her right, spreading her legs slightly. She shifted a little and lifted her hips, allowing her legs to be opened. She had closed her eyes, in embarrassment, when she moaned, but opened them now and looked back up at Mike.

He was trying to not let the boys see what he was doing, but to her great shock and profound pleasure, he had pulled his cock out and was stroking it. It made her shudder to see the erect flesh in his hand. She sucked in a big gulp of air. In response to her reaction, Colton grew emboldened and began to massage her tit. He moved his other hand higher until his fingertips brushed her bikini bottoms, right where they covered her pussy. Her hips jumped, involuntarily and she bit down on her arm harder, sucking on it.

Luke started massaging her left breast, more firmly and aggressively than his brother. His right hand moved to her ass and began to rub her round ass cheek, which was mostly uncovered. Amanda lowered her head and pressed into the cushion, lifting her ass up against the boys’ hands. Colton rubbed her pussy through the fabric, and she moaned again, louder than before. She turned her head back to the side and opened her eyes. Mike was sitting with his legs open now, facing toward her, openly jerking his cock, not caring who saw it. She gazed up, and their eyes met.

She felt her heart stop for an instant, as an electrical thrill shot through her body. Mike smiled and raised his eyebrows. She slid her arms down, bent at the elbows, and raised her chest up. The boys took full advantage, squeezing and kneading her breasts, pinching and pulling on her erect nipples.

Amanda knew Mike could see and hear everything, and it thrilled her. She looked deeper into his eyes and let out a loud moan followed by “Oh my God.”

As Colton rubbed her pussy harder, Amanda moved her hips, pressing herself against his hand. Luke slipped his fingers under the waistband of her bikini bottoms to massage her bare ass. At the same time, he rolled her nipple around and around between his fingers and thumb.

Amanda was shaking and moving uncontrollably. She made soft, whimpering etimesgut escort sounds as she felt the boys’ hands move to her bikini bottoms and tug at them. She started to protest, but they pulled them down, exposing her ass.

Mike stood and moved to stand next to her head, stroking his fully erect cock in front of her face. He was completely naked, having shed his clothes on the way. She raised her hips and then her legs, as the boys peeled her damp bikini bottoms off all the way, leaving her naked as well. Together, the three of them rolled her on her side to face Mike and Colton, her back to Luke. She let them do it, lost in the lust which had overpowered her will.

Colton knelt and moved down between her legs, raised her right leg, causing her legs to open wide, and pressed his mouth to her pussy, licking and sucking at her.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” she cried out. Nobody had ever licked her pussy before. She was shocked and excited at the same time. The sensation was intensely pleasurable and instantly took her to a new level of arousal, one to which she had never before been. Watching Mike stroke his cock was turning her on, not to mention the mouth on her pussy, and the six hands fondling her body.

Mike knelt on the cushion next to her and pointed his cock at her face. She knew what he wanted. She opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and licked the head, tentatively.

Mike groaned, “Yeah, that’s it, Amanda.”

Hearing him encouraging her drove her into action. She licked him more aggressively, rubbing her mouth all over his cock. She took it in her hand, stroked it, rubbed it on her face, and licked every inch of it.

Suddenly, Amanda felt something warm, soft, yet firm, press against the crack of her ass. She quickly turned to see Luke behind her, rubbing his hard cock against her. She started to panic. She was a virgin, and she didn’t want to change that status here on the deck of the party barge with a boy she hardly knew. If anyone here was to take her cherry, she wanted it to be Mike, not Luke or Colton. She needed to stop him.

She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, and Mike shoved his cock in, blocking any protest. Amanda had sucked cock a few times before and loved the feel of a dick in her mouth and the thrill of making a guy cum. She just didn’t really like them shooting their sperm in her mouth and had always pulled away to finish them off with her hand. She’d never sucked one this big before, and it scared her, but also made her pussy wet and clench, unlike any time she had done it before.

Just then, Colton found her clit with his tongue and flicked it rapidly up and down. Amanda moaned, which was muffled by the cock in her mouth, and bucked her hips, causing her ass to push back against Luke’s dick. Colton licked faster, and his tongue was driving her crazy. Now she understood why other girls liked having their pussies licked so much.

She felt Luke’s hard cock rub into her pussy slit, the head pushing at her opening. Suddenly, her mind cleared enough for her to pull her mouth off Mike’s erection and shout, “No! Stop!”

She still had one hand on Mike’s cock. Colton continued trying to lick her, but she was squirming hard and pulling away from him. Luke stepped back, clutching his cock, his need visible on his face.

“I’m a virgin!” Amanda blurted out.

Mike smacked Luke on the top of his head, “Back off, dude! You’re not fucking her!”

Luke sat on the edge of the lounger, behind Amanda stroking his cock, looking like a dejected puppy. Colton was still holding onto her hips, his face between her legs, his tongue still slowly licking at her pussy. Mike stroked her hair and gently fondled her breasts. She lay there, looking around. “I’m sorry,” she let out breathlessly, trying to pull away, “I can’t do this.” She was almost in tears.

Mike leaned down and kissed her softly. Amanda moaned, hesitating briefly, then returned the kiss. She clung to him with one hand. The other hand still gripped his cock. Colton gently nudged her onto her back, then quickly moved between her legs for better access, and began to slowly lick her pussy more tenderly. She sucked in her breath and bucked her hips, moaning into Mike’s kiss. He pulled back and smiled, asking in a gentle whisper, “Ok?”

She bit her lip and nodded. Mike kissed her again, then raised back up, moving his hips close to her face. She had never stopped holding his hard cock. Amanda opened her mouth and resumed sucking it, hungrily, stroking its lower half with her hand, her mouth only able to go down so far. She closed her eyes, tried to force herself to relax and go with the flow.

As she did, she felt Luke stirring behind her, then his hands gripped her breasts and squeezed them. Suddenly, he sucked etlik escort her right nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, rolling his tongue all over the bumpy areola and protruding nipple. The sensation sent electric shockwaves through her body, that connected with the pulses from her clit, causing a strong sense of tingling in her belly.

She relaxed, and within seconds she had her first orgasm, whimpering and moaning as she shook hard, holding on to Mike. The suddenness and intensity of it surprised her, leaving her quivering and laughing.

“That’s a good girl,” Mike said softly, then pushed his cock back into her mouth. A few seconds later, he thrust until the head of his cock was against the back of her throat, groaned loudly, and came in her mouth. Usually, the idea of a guy spewing his sperm in her mouth grossed her out, and she would spit it out or avoid it altogether. She couldn’t spit now, as he was wholly occupying her mouth. She almost choked as the sperm splashed directly against the back of her throat, but it left her no choice but to swallow. So, she did, and as she did, something inside her changed, and she realized she liked it. No, she loved it. Greatly. And she wanted more.

He fucked her mouth until Amanda sucked out the last bits of cum, then he pulled out and stepped away. She wiped traces of Mike’s cum off her chin and was surprised as Luke appeared in front of her, stroking his much smaller boner that dripped precum. Mike reached down and stroked her hair, speaking softly, “Be a good girl, Amanda, and suck Luke’s cock. He needs it.”

As he spoke, he pushed her head forward. She bit her lip, then nodded and opened her mouth. Luke immediately stepped forward and pushed his dick in her mouth. Amanda closed her mouth around it and sucked, working her mouth up and down several times before he abruptly let out a groan and came in her mouth.

She swallowed all of it quickly. Spent, Luke pulled out, wiping the wetness off on Amanda’s cheeks. She was breathing hard, partially from having sucked two cocks, but mostly from the work that Colton was doing on her pussy with his tongue. She lowered her head, moaning and trembling as her hips bounced up and down, thrusting her pussy into Colton’s face.

“Oh, fuck!” Amanda shouted. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Amanda cried out, threw her head back, and arched like a cat. Her entire body shook like she was having a seizure. She held her breath, her body tensing up like a spring about to snap. She let her breath escape, all at once, with a loud, “Oh! Fuck!!” and began to thrash on the lounger cumming hard and long into Colton’s face.

She thrashed through the orgasm, bucking, and grinding. Colton stood up, straddling Amanda, and jerking his cock, which was slightly longer and more curved than Luke’s. He was panting wildly, then gasped out, “Shit!” and came all over her tits, spray ropes of cum on one, then the other. When he finished, he slumped forward, his weight pressing down on her and his face laying in the cum he had just sprayed all over her tits.

Mike chuckled and said, “Alrighty, then. That was a pleasant surprise.”

Amanda opened her eyes and smiled. She was happy but in a bit of shock. “No shit!” she said, laughing. “What the heck guys, what kind of girl do you think I am?”

Mike rubbed her hair gently. “The beautiful kind. He leaned down and kissed her.”

Luke laughed. “The kind with cum all over her tits.”

Colton looked up, cum smeared on his cheek. “The kind that tastes really good.”

She laughed, “Oh, geez,” she began, “you all must think I’m a slut.”

They all spoke at once, trying to reassure her. “No way, Amanda,” Mike said, speaking for the three of them. “You’re a sweetheart. We know you didn’t plan to do this. We’re just happy you did. But we can’t tell anybody. Your dad would probably shoot me.”

She smiled, “Yeah, don’t worry. I don’t really want my family to know what happened. Speaking of my family, where are my brothers?”

Mike pointed out on the lake to the wave runners zipping back and forth. “They’re having fun. Nobody knows about what happened, other than the three of us. We won’t tell anybody, right guys?”

Luke shook his head, “Yeah, no way. We like you, Amanda, and this was fun.”

Colton smiled and kissed at her titty. “Yeah, if we talk about it, then we may not get to do this again.”

Amanda smiled. “You want to do it again?”

The guys all said yes, and she smiled, replying, “Me too.”

After that, they all jumped off the boat into the lake, naked, to clean up and cool off, then climbed back on and got dressed before the younger boys came back. They all hugged her and again promised not to say anything.

A few minutes later, Mike signaled for the other boys to come back to the boat. Within ten minutes, the boys were back on the boat and the jet skis secured. Mike cranked up the engine and turned the big houseboat back toward the Dean’s house.

Jodie sipped on a Dr. Pepper and shouted, “Man, this was the best day ever!”

Everybody agreed. Amanda gave Colton, Luke, and Mike, a wink.

“Yeah, it was the best day ever!” Amanda agreed.

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