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Those of you who are both writers and readers will know that comments left by readers do make a difference to your motivation. I had been lacking inspiration to finish two more chapters of this story until I received the following lovely comment from a reader by way of a PM.

“I miss your writing! I miss Karen and Kate, Greg and Ned, and Ellen (of course!). They’ve become friends through your gifted prose. Don’t wait too long!”

I do wish I could find some ideas for Karen and Greg because they (with Kate) are my favorites. But in the meantime it did motivate me to finish this chapter of this story. Thank you to the reader concerned.

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The next week in Fare passed quickly as Issie and Ellen did their diver’s certificate.

On those days Amy wasn’t entitled to a one on one, I was careful to make sure we had a reason to spend the afternoon ashore while the others were doing the course. No one had said anything, but I just wanted to make sure there was no reason for any jealousy to creep into the equation. I was increasingly finding that open communication and ensuring everyone felt fairly treated were both critical to making the relationships on board the yacht work.

During this time, Ellen also took the chance to get herself tested for STI’s and when that came back with an “all clear” it was one less complication in the personal interactions on the boat.

Once they got their diving certificates the girls were pretty keen to give it a go. The next day Ellen and I were back at the dive shop hiring the two extra sets of gear we’d need if the four of us were going to dive at the same time.

When we got back to the yacht, the extra two sets were loaded aboard. By the time the four humans were added on top of that, the poor RIB tender was clearly overloaded. Fortunately we didn’t have far to go and the harbour was calm. I just hoped the gendarme didn’t intercept us first.

Once we were anchored, gearing up in the small space was no easier. Still we got there even if we did decide that easing ourselves into the water was safer than the usual backflip; since if we misjudged our coordination the RIB would certainly capsize. The only thing that really seemed strange at the time was Ellen turning to the other girls just before she put the regulator in her mouth and saying something like…

“OK girls, don’t forget about the incompressibility of water.”

The waters of Fare harbour quickly reminded us of why this was such a great dive spot. The coral was absolutely beautiful, the water crystal clear and we’d timed the dive to avoid any currents. Amy had the GoPro running collecting footage for YouTube and the Blog page; the girls happily allowing – indeed encouraging and playing to – the sort of sexualised filming with a David Attenborough background that one might question the political correctness of these days. They certainly enjoyed the attention and consequential sponsorship the sites attracted. And fortunately the former didn’t seem to verge into the creepy very often.

Issie made sure Amy was in front of the camera as much as behind it, having Amy swim over the camera while she got what seemed to me obscenely close shots of her impressive cleavage and down her bikini-bridge with the sun sparkling on the water surface over her.

I hadn’t being paying much attention and had drifted ahead of the girls while we passed over a sand patch between the coral groups.

Suddenly I felt a hand come up between my legs and cup my manhood, quickly followed by a multitude of hands grabbing me around the waist and hips. Before I knew it I had been turned face up and one of them fully deflated my compensator vest so they could force my back down onto the sand.

By the time the tank on my back touched bottom, the erection that had exploded with the first manhandling of me, had been exposed by my swimmers being pulled half way down my thighs. Mind you, it was way more than the cupping of my cock that had exploded it. In these sensitive times I need to choose my words carefully least they be confused with more emotional words, but when you suddenly realised you’re about to be pack sexually mugged by your three gorgeous, scantily dressed lovers, the surprise isn’t the erection, it’s that you’re not leaving a trail of premature cum through the water before they even start.

Three female bodies were standing straddling me offering me delightful views of their taut bikini crotches; one of them bending down undoing the strap securing my tank around my waist to fully expose my torso while the others were struggling to take their fins off.

All three of them initially sat on me. Amy’s breasts floated right over my field of vision as she stroked my hair and face and pinned my arms by my side while the others played with various parts of me and all three rocked back and forwards on my torso; presumably arousing themselves.

Then I felt one of them shuffle back until whoever it was had herself sitting over dikmen escort my hardened cock. As it was embraced by the warm feeling of a half circle of flesh I first recognised it was being pushed into the lady’s crease and shortly thereafter that what I was feeling was in fact nakedness.

Issie’s distinctive olive skinned hand circled around Amy’s flank and exposed her right breast by pulling the bikini top aside and tweaking her nipple; which apart from anything else let me know it was Ellen sitting over my cock. I watched in fascination as the nipple hardened to Issie’s touch; growing to poke out from between the fingers that surrounded it. Amy’s previously tightly tied bikini top went slack, then suddenly floated off from her body and drifted down. Its tie strings flicked teasingly in the air flow from my regulator until it partly cover my face, the strings a tangle over my facemask as Issie’s arm moved further around to play with the other nipple.

I’ve always found those two flimsy strings that circle the otherwise naked back of a beautiful woman holding on her bikini top extraordinarily seductive; that little bow which requires nothing more than the slightest tug to release it, so tempting. In this case Issie would have had to work around the tank and compensator. Still, a little jet of sexual pleasure shot up my shaft at the mental image of Issie sitting behind her and pulling the knots to let the top float down on my face like that.

Amy relaxed backwards into Issie’s embrace. Immediately Issie’s other hand circled her left flank and slid seductively into Amy’s crotch. I saw Amy try to bend her arm around her own back to try and reciprocate Issie’s pleasuring of her. But after two or three repositionings you could sense she was becoming frustrated with the discomfort of it. She gently removed Issie’s hands from the various places on her body she had invaded and stood up to turn around. Before I realised what was happening, Amy had taken Issie’s hand to induce her to stand too and they were intimately embracing each other. Right over my face.

With a half turn overlap, each of them had a thigh pressed firmly into the crotch of the other rubbing it gently up and down. I watched as Issie mashed Amy’s breasts and Amy responded in turn. Then Issie ran her hand down Amy’s stomach and slipped it inside her bikini bottoms; the bulge of its presence moving down into her crotch where she obviously felt out Amy’s clit.

Amy in turn ran her hand down Issie’s flank until she came to the side tie knot on Issie’s pants and pulled it, then moved around to pull the other one; untangling the cords to let the pants fall away trailing their strings behind them to play in the flow of bubbles out of my regulator before landing across my neck.

Now I watched as Amy separated the lips of Issie’s crease and felt out her clit; running her finger back and forwards across it; Issie visibly opening her legs wider apart to give Amy easier access. At the same time Issie started using the back of the hand that she had down Amy’s pants to try and pull them down. But Amy stopped her; instead guiding Issie’s hand outside her bikini bottoms to where Amy quickly pulled aside the gusset to revel her impressive mound bulging out from where it was pinched by the leg elastic. Typical Amy; she just has thing about sex in bikinis.

That didn’t bother Issie who quickly slid her fingers back inside the crease she’d been feeling up and back up against Amy’s clit. I’d ceased to exist for these two. Their legs straddled my head and upper body, the flow of air from my regulator burbled up into their crotches and rolled up their bodies, the view through my face mask was filled by the sight of each of them feeling up the other, but they were so engrossed in their sexual play it was as if I wasn’t there.

That’s not to say I’d forgotten Ellen either. After all, she was the one riding my cock; even if it was externally. Once Amy had released my arms as she stood up and dragged Issie up with her, my hands had instinctively moved up to Ellen’s breasts where I’d started playing with her nipples through her bikini top. Through the frame of the other girls’ legs I looked at her. She was deep in concentration as she pleasured herself on me. Her action was more like a rocking movement with just little short jerks of movement.

Of course, Ellen’s last pre-dive message to the girls to not forget the incompressibility of water had told me the minute they’d laid their hands on me that this had always been a preplanned assault; one of those little conspiratorial games they occasionally laid on me. And with her medical training, she had always been concerned about the consequences of a tightly sealed male appendage pistoning seawater into the innermost workings of the female body. Now I suspected the rocking movement was intended to minimise chaff in an environment where the lubricating fluids of her body might be diluted by the emek escort water. Ellen was ever the practical one.

Through her facemask I watched as Ellen opened her eyes and looked down at me. Her eyes scanned the sight of the other two girls fingering each other in front of her and I could see her mouth break into a wide smile as the corners of it showed themselves outside the diameter of her regulator. She rolled her eyes at me in response to the flagrant display of BOB (bi on the boat) behaviour.

As she cast her eyes down to where my fingers had raised her nipples into towering peaks pushing out the material of her bikini top, it seemed her arousal had hit a new high as the smile dropped from her face, her eyes closed and a stream of bubbles suggested to me she’d let out something of a groan. She started pushing down harder on my shaft; rocking more vigorously, whatever concerns she might have had about friction.

Directly above me, Amy seemed to be going through her own sexual highs. I could see Issie now had a couple of fingers in her sex and Amy was rocking back and forwards to multiply the effect of whatever Issie was doing to her. It was as if Amy suddenly decided she was overdressed for sex as she exchanged Issie’s buddy regulator for her own and frantically pulled at the buckles of her combined compensator and tank harness to cast it off; dropping it behind Issie next to my waist. Followed quickly by her facemask. Amy has always been a funny one as to how she’s dressed for sex; it’s important to her to look sexy and feel sexy. Bikinis help her do that; clearly scuba tanks and facemasks didn’t.

We were only at 4 metres depth. Still, as any experienced diver will tell you, even a free assent from that depth can kill you if you don’t get it right. But I knew Amy was the most experienced diver of all of us – she had some sort of rescue diver certificate – so I trusted her judgement in a way I might not have with the others.

She seemed to be in some sort of sexual frenzy. The fingers of one hand she had buried as deeply into Issie’s sex as Issie’s were in hers. But as the other hand freed itself of the task of removing the tank, instead of returning to playing with Issie’s nipple, she wrapped around Issie’s bum and drew their bodies together; desperately dry humping their mounds together as she brushed her nipples rapidly against Issie’s.

I could see Amy’s upper thighs start to quiver as she approached an orgasm before she suddenly squatted slightly and froze, her legs tensed and the deep reverberating noise of her orgasmic cry and the accompanying rush of bubbles from her regulator came through the water like a distant whale song.

Of course, with Amy, that’s not the end of the matter, just the start. Over the next couple of minutes she cycled through quivering and tensing as she went through a couple more orgasms; all the while she was working furiously at Issie’s sex and clit while brushing her nipples with her own, trying to bring Issie to one too. And all as I looked straight up from between their legs.

But it was Ellen who went next. She’d been pressing down harder and harder with her rocking motion. Ellen’s nipples have always told me when she’s about to go. They respond quickly and generously to being felt up, but at the peak of her arousal they go like sizable rocks; growing and hardening just that little bit more. Even through her bikini top I could tell the moment was close.

She’s less demonstrative than the others. Through her orgasm she just bent over me; slipping her head between Issie’s legs to press her whole torso down on my chest.

I saw Amy look down at Ellen and it seemed to make her work even harder at bring Issie to a climax. A few moment later she was rewarded as Issie tensed, straightened and pushed her crotch hard against Amy’s; bringing her thigh up between Amy’s to press against her mound.

But Amy was clearly now distracted. As soon as Issie seemed to have settled down, Amy bent down to grab Ellen’s shoulder. To say she physically pulled her off me might be overstating it. But Amy’s urgency to remove Ellen and mount me herself was palpable. As Ellen stood slowly up – bearing in mind both she and Issie still had their tanks on their backs – Amy basically threw her into Issie’s arms, dropped Issie’s reserve regulator from her mouth and free dove in nothing more than her bikini bottoms onto my hips; picking up a regulator from her own previously discarded tank as she passed it. I had to admire her diving expertise and chutzpah.

With her mound still bulging from beneath where her bikini gusset had been pulled aside, she lifted my shaft and slipped it into a shallow penetration as she sat on me cowgirl style. In this her stance was helped by the fact my back and bum were supported about a foot off the sand by the tank on my back. So instead of having to knell, she squatted, her thighs spread wide open and her feet wide eryaman escort apart, giving me, with a lift of my head, a panoramic view of her lady parts, open to me like a flower in bloom.

Amy’s intentions were obvious to me from the last time we had sex on the ocean floor. With her g spot having a shallow location, she started to use the tip of my manhood to rake firmly against it; all without creating the sort of piston like seal that would be of concern to Ellen. Her hand firmly grasped the base of my shaft, controlling its angle and depth of penetration, while she leaned back to open the angle; bouncing up and down gently to get the movement she wanted.

I knew my job was to use the easy access I had from her open presentation to stimulate her clit with one hand while playing with her nipples with the other. And while I might describe it as a ‘job’ and Amy certainly had an expectation I would perform my allotted task, the fact was, it was an enjoyable pleasure.

All the more so because Amy rewards such dedication with numerous climaxes. And the view of my shaft dipping in and out of her sex was pretty good too.

But of course, that wasn’t the only view I had. Right above me Ellen and Issie were standing straddling me. Ellen had come into Issie’s arms when she was thrown there by Amy with some uncertainty. While this was the most full on BOB experiment I was aware of the girls indulging in, Ellen as a newbi was less imbued with the idea than the other two.

Issie had been fairly quick to touch up Ellen’s already projecting nipples and took only slightly longer to slide her hand through her crotch which had become covered by the gusset of her bikini as she’d stood up.

Ellen had reciprocated with a little more hesitation. All the more so since Issie was completely naked whereas all Issie’s touching up had been through Ellen’s bikini. But Ellen’s bikini didn’t stay on her body for long. I watched as Issie ferreted around her back and under her compensator to release first the lower tie of her top and then the neck one; pulling it away to leave it fluttering down through the flow of air from my regulator onto my chest.

Issie played with Ellen’s naked nipples for a while – even taking the regulator momentarily out of her mouth to suck them, before slowly sliding her hands down Ellen’s flank to pull first one and then the other of the string ties to her pants for them to join her top on my chest. It occurred to me my torso was starting to look like a women’s locker room laundry basket; with five bikini parts strewn across it.

And so I was soon once again watching as two of the girls fingered each other right above me. They seemed more reluctant to penetrate each other’s sex this time. Ellen was using a long finger sliding motion on Issie – very similar to what I do. On the other hand I watched as Issie bent her finger and flickered Ellen’s more prominent clit with the tip of her finger; which apart from anything else gave me a less obstructed view of Ellen’s rather delightfully large engorged clit.

Of course, I didn’t permit my voyeurism to let me neglect Amy, who was still bouncing on top of me; my hands never resting from their allotted tasks with her clit and nipples. I’d sort of lost count on her orgasms. In any case it was hard to tell the difference between one and the constant state of ecstasy she’s in between them anyway. Those whale like noises were still coming through the water and she was blowing air through her regulator like you wouldn’t believe.

And I wasn’t the only one watching Amy’s display. When Amy and Ellen had changed places, Issie had turned herself around so that she was now over my head facing towards my feet. She’d now bent herself around Ellen’s shoulder and even as she kept intensely fingering her, Issie’s eyes were firmly on the action between Amy and myself.

Issie has always been quite openly a voyeur. We’ve several times found her after I’d been having sex with one of the other girls staring down a hatch with her fingers down her pants or slumped post orgasmically next to it with a giant wet patch in the gusset of her bikini. And she was now clearly getting off on what she was seeing. Issie climaxed to Ellen’s fingering fairly quickly, but I doubt it was entirely Ellen’s handiwork that did the job.

The only problem with Amy’s rather exuberant reaction to sex is that it’s difficult to know when to stop. It can’t be my climax because I know that is being reserved for Issie and the other two have been careful not to overstimulate me; even if I was close to being overwhelmed visually. If it was simply Amy’s, she would have been off me shortly after she mounted me. All you can really do is wait for her to burn herself out from sheer exhaustion.

By the time she had, Issie had finally brought Ellen to a climax and had another herself; more or less just watching Amy since Ellen’s fingering of her had become rather uncertain after Ellen’s climax.

Amy signalled it by flopping down on my chest like a dead woman, arms spread out wide and with me still in a shallow penetration of her. Issie waited, staring down until a completely spent Amy literally crawled off me, moving to the side dragging her air tank slowly with her and dramatically rolled over and lay down spreadeagled and face up on the sand.

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Standard disclosure: all fictional characters, all over 18. This is a personally produced work. Any questions, contact the author. Enjoy.

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I took a deep breath and replied, “Your wish is my command.” barely believing the words I had just spoken, I watched Jade for her reaction. Jade looked just as surprised as I felt, but that look quickly changed to a smirk. She kissed me, hard, her hands on my face. She then grabbed my hand and led me to the tent, Ben following close behind. Jade unzipped the tent flap, and guided me inside. Just as I entered, she forced me to the ground, face down. I was too surprised to say anything and she was quickly kneeling beside me, pinning me down.

“Ben, go grab my red bag.” she said, not looking at him. After a second of confusion, Ben brought her the bag she asked for, and at Jade’s direction, held me in place while she rummaged through it. She let out a satisfied noise, and seconds later, I felt cold metal wrapping around my wrists. She had handcuffed me behind my back!

“What the hell? I said I would listen!” I argued while I struggled helplessly. Ben was easily keeping me from turning over.

Jade responded, “I know you did, but you keep forgetting that all we promised is that you wouldn’t get any dick inside you without permission. Everything else is fair game. You keep thinking that you can bitch and moan to get whatever you want, and have us make you come over and over like a nympho slut. Time you learned a lesson about who’s in charge and who’s just a sextoy this weekend.”

Ben chimed in, “Damn right, I’ve been waiting to put you in your place for a long time. No more complaining from that mouth.” Both of them had obvious smirks on their faces, and their tone made it clear that neither was angry, they were just teasing me as they played out their roles. I had been surprised for a second but I caught on to the game pretty quickly.

I wasn’t giving up that easily. I knew they were just playing, but I wasn’t going to be the one to disrupt the moment. “Just let me go, I’ll stop complaining, really!”

“Yeah, you will,” Jade started, “when we’re done with you.” As Ben kept me from rolling over, Jade grabbed a couple of our sleeping bags, folded them up and shoved them under my stomach. I ended up with my ass in the air and my cheek pressed down against the floor of the tent. I knew what was coming, Jade had already tried to teach me this lesson, but I guess she thought I hadn’t caught on yet. I was a little nervous, but I didn’t think she was going to push it very far. Although, deep inside I think I knew I had a little of it coming to me.

Ben released me, I didn’t have enough of my weight on the ground to move away if I wanted to now. I was helpless, naked, on display for the two of them. Jade asked Ben, “Do you want to start? No point in wasting any time.”

Ben answered her, “Hell yeah, I’d love to teach this teasing bitch a lesson.” Again, the words were more playful and sarcastic than anything else. He took his place on the floor behind me, and took my ass in his hands, kneading me lightly, seemingly savouring the feel of my helpless ass in his hands. Suddenly his hand came down with a SMACK! It did hurt, a little, but just enough that I could feel it. I yelped out anyways, just to keep playing my part as “helpless and punished.”

Ben spanked me with a second, barely louder, SMACK! I still made noise but didn’t try to get away or argue. I think he was almost disappointed, and continued beating my ass again and again. There was ten, maybe fifteen at most, but none truly did more than sting for a few seconds. Honestly, I think he was more grabbing my ass than anything else. Truly, the pain was easily manageable, but with the helplessness and embarrassment, it was still an intense experience. Jade was watching silently, running her hands through my hair, and leaned down to kiss me at the end. I kissed back hard, as Ben massaged my ass, pulled my hips to him, and otherwise enjoyed the view and feel he had.

“Ok baby, that’s enough,” Jade told him. I exhaled deeply, until she followed up with, “my turn now.” Ben stayed long enough to squeeze my ass hard one last time, before moving aside to let Jade behind me. As Jade took her position, Ben came to my front, pulling my head back, firmly but not painfully by my hair, forcing me to look at him. He smiled as he looked back at me and asked, “How’s that? Do you think you’ll listen now?”

I was looking right into his eyes, a little overwhelmed by sensations, thinking more about how I must look, naked, cuffed, and being “punished”, but just as I started to nod, I felt Jade release the cuffs, letting my hands free. I left my hands behind my back for a minute, and stayed in position. Jade took the hint, and laid a few more light slaps on my ass as well. Now I replied, “Yeah, I think I will.” and smiled back. I brought my hands in front of me to push myself up a little, but kept grinding my ass back into Jade’s hands as she took her turn caressing my ass.

“So, cebeci escort what am I supposed to listen to then?” I teased. “All you jerks are doing is playing with me…”

Jade reached around and cupped my breasts, helping me up to a kneeling position. She was behind me, I could feel the heat off her naked body, her tits pressing against my back. She started to kiss the back and sides of my neck, while whispering, “I think we can find something for you to do, but for now you should just relax and go with it.” From my front, Ben leaned down to kiss the other side of my neck, I closed my eyes and breathed hard as the two of them lightly kissed away. Soon, Jade’s hands were underneath my breasts, lifting them as Ben’s mouth descended to kiss them. He circled my nipples with his tongue, making me moan quietly.

I barely even noticed as Jade released my tits, and took a hold of one of my hands, bringing it just behind my hips, right onto her waiting wet pussy. Instinctively I began to rub her, using my fingers just as I knew she liked it, but I started to concentrate on her so hard that Ben was able to take my other hand. Before I knew it, I was gripping the shaft of his hard cock as well!

I was kneeling between them, slightly stunned, as Jade and Ben kissed and caressed me, my hands were moving quickly on Jade’s clit, and, I was forced to admit, slowly on Ben’s shaft. I wasn’t really sure how we got to this point…but I didn’t want it to stop yet. Jade began to move to my front, my hand followed her, and quickly she was beside Ben, kissing him as I stroked them both. I saw the looks on both of their faces as they were enjoying it, and I had to admit it made me feel good to be causing those looks. But still, I was a little over my head. I moved in to kiss Jade myself, and whispered to her in between kisses, “What do I do now?”

Jade’s response was simple, “Watch.” With that, she turned herself to be beside me, facing towards Ben as I was. She pulled my hand away from her and gently prodded Ben upwards. He stood up in front of us, and I released my grip on him as well. Jade’s hand quickly replaced mine, however, and she began stroking him, with firmer and more confident strokes than I had been using. I now had what I had to call a great view of things, with Ben being stroked maybe a foot in front of me, right at eye level. As I stared, Jade kissed me one more time then moved her mouth to Ben’s cock, licking the head first then enveloping half of it into her mouth.

Ben’s moan was obvious this time, Jade clearly knew what she was doing. After sucking on it for a short time, she turned back and kissed me again, her tongue darting into my mouth. Quickly though, she pulled away and switched her tongue to the head of Ben’s cock, with what looked like the same motions. She did this again and again, switching from me to him, and I began to anticipate it, moving forward to meet Jade each time. It was obvious enough what she was intending, and I certainly wasn’t going to back out so easily, I was far too fired up to even think otherwise. A few passes later, and my tongue was joining Jade’s on the tip of Ben’s cock, swirling around them both. Ben was obviously in heaven by then, looking down at us with his cocky smile as we licked each other and him together.

Jade slowed to give me a deep open-mouthed kiss, and as she did so, pulled Ben’s shaft between us so we were kissing around the head of his cock. I froze in place, with just a little trepidation, as he rocked his hips enough to slide his shaft slowly between our mouths. Back and forth he moved as we stayed in place. Ben’s hands were gently on our heads, guiding us to stay where we were, but not making us. After a short while, he lightly guided Jade back, so that it was only my lips on him. He looked down with a questioning look, as if to say, “Is this all right?” In response, I turned myself, stared right into his eyes, and slowly enveloped the head of his cock with my lips, as if to say, “Hell yes.”

“Fuck, you are turning into a good listener, aren’t you?” Ben asked me.

“Mmmhmm…” I answered, slowly taking more of him into my mouth. I didn’t know exactly what to do, but I really wanted to blow (excuse the pun) this cocky (damn it, pun again) guy’s mind. I settled on sliding my lips up and down him, taking maybe half of it inside me. Jade was watching us intently, and I noticed had started to play with her own pussy.

“Shit, you two look so fucking hot right now…suck that fucking dick Kat, get it ready for me…” Jade moaned, hell, nearly whined, as she got on all fours beside us, presenting her fantastic tight ass, as she continued to rub her wet pussy.

“You gonna get me ready for her?” Ben asked with that big grin of his on his face. I nodded and moaned back in reply. “Good girl, get me nice and hard and wet to fuck her. Get this cock ready to fuck your friend.” This was still new but I had the general idea. I pulled back and licked his cock çukurambar escort up and down the entire length, all around, getting him good and slippery. Hard wasn’t an issue. In this situation, any straight man would be. Jade was waiting impatiently, her hips moving in little circles as she awaited Ben. I pulled my mouth back, reached out for his shaft, and gently guided him towards Jade’s waiting body.

“Are you ready to get fucked, babe?” I taunted Jade as I brought Ben right to the opening of her waiting pussy. Ben started to slide inside her, but couldn’t get any farther than the head as my fist held his shaft. “Come on, do you want it or not?”

“Yes, hell yes, let him fuck me, come on!” she replied anxiously. Jade tried to rock back but couldn’t make any progress with me blocking her. As she tried and tried, suddenly I released my grip and she backed up into him, sinking all the way down in one motion. She yelped out “Oh, fuck! Yes!”

Ben placed one hand on her hip to help guide himself, and tangled his fingers slowly in my hair, holding me close as I tried to back up. He was making me watch Jade get fucked from close up. “That’s right Kat, you watch as your little slut friend gets fucked.” he teased. He was loving this situation, and hell, so was I. This was all so new but damn, he was as good looking of a guy as Jade was of a hot girl, and together, I was coming to learn that I was a hell of a lot more interested than I would have ever guessed.

Ben fucked her with long slow strokes, I had a great view of almost his entire cock coming out of her, then all the way back in. Jade was already totally incoherent, moaning and grunting as she was fucked hard from behind. She started to come quickly, nearly screaming as she asked for more. I watched, enraptured as Ben fucked her through her orgasm, ending with one last hard thrust inside her as she hit the peak of her orgasm. She sunk low to the ground, as if exhausted, with her face on the floor of the tent and barely able to support herself in that position, if not for Ben’s firm hand on her hip and waist. I waited for Ben to step back or let go of me but neither happened.

However, he did lean his body back enough that his cock slowly pulled out of Jade, while she let out an exhausted sigh. Ben hadn’t came yet, so he was just as hard as before, but now glistening with Jade’s juices. I was pretty sure I knew what he had in mind, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of acting like it was his idea. Without even raising my eyes to him, I opened my mouth and slowly lowered my lips around his wet cock, tasting my beautiful lover off of him. We moaned simultaneously, Ben at the pleasure of my mouth, and me at the taste of Jade and the naughtiness of what I was doing. “What do you think?” Ben asked, “Is that enough, or should I fuck her some more?” The way he emphasized the word her made it obvious that he was offering me a choice. I wasn’t ready to answer the way he was hoping for, not yet at the least. But I wasn’t going to quit, either.

“No, not yet.” I answered, with my own smile. SMACK! went my hand down on Jade’s ass, bringing her back to alertness. I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her back, showing off her body to good effect with her heavy breathing and spread legs. Before she could say anything, I quickly moved to straddle her face, looking down her body towards Ben. “Now you can fuck her.” I smirked.

To their credit, neither Ben nor Jade hesitated. Ben entered Jade at the same time as her tongue entered my pussy. I was already so worked up that I was sure Jade’s face was already soaked. For his part, Ben had trouble dividing his attention between watching his girlfriend’s body and mine. I have to admit, I had a jolt of pride, an admittedly bitchy victory pride, as he considered what to do with his hands, then settled on my perky tits. I let him play with them and roll my nipples between his fingers as he fucked Jade slowly and she ate my pussy like it was her last meal. I really didn’t know how to describe it, but when he had to decide between me and his smoking hot girlfriend, and he put his hands on me, it was such an amazing feeling of…success?…fulfillment? Hell, I don’t know, but when a gorgeous guy like that picked me, I definitely wanted more of it. I always thought that Jade was perfect and I was…normal…but I was starting to think I had been mistaken about myself. Either way, I was enjoying the fuck out of it.

I pulled Ben towards me farther, letting him squeeze my tits harder to my body. I think I surprised him by kissing him harder than ever before. It was amazing, making out with Jade’s boyfriend while she was underneath eating me out. It made me feel like the superior woman. For a girl with self-esteem issues, it was an amazing high. I ran my hands down Ben’s body as well, his lean muscles captivated me more than I had expected, and he sure didn’t seem to mind. He started to speak softly, “I knew demetevler escort you’d come around. I knew you were a horny little bitch inside…” With Jade’s mouth going wild on me, I didn’t really have enough thought left to argue anything. I just smiled a little as I enjoyed her work. “You liked sucking my cock, didn’t you?” he asked. Well, fuck, I was too far gone to lie now. Truthfully, it didn’t do anything for me, but it was new and interesting, and a little dirty, and well, he enjoyed it, so I bit my lip and nodded back just a little bit.

“Are you going to do it again before the trip is over?” he asked me, in a friendly but insistent voice, still whispering.

“Probably…” I breathed. What I thought to myself was hell yes, but I wasn’t up to saying that just yet.

“If I take it out of her right now, will you suck it again?” he asked insistently, he sounded like an interrogator, polite but firm.

“Yeah, I will…” I responded after a pause. I still don’t know if I was unsure or if I didn’t want to appear eager.

“What if I ask nicely tomorrow night around the campfire? Will you still be a good girl and suck it then?” By now, Jade had nearly pushed me to my limit. I was barely thinking straight as I writhed over her face. I was so lost in my pleasure that I barely hesitated at all before moaning out a “Yesssss…”

Ben kissed me again deeply and asked his last question. “What if I come over next week when Jade’s at work? Are you a good girl and a bad girl?” Oh fuck! I was already having sex with Jade when Ben didn’t know about it…now he wanted to have me when she didn’t know?? The thoughts bounced around my brain just as Jade brought me over the edge. I remember thinking a few things; how bad it would be to be screwing around with both of them without the other knowing, how much bisexuality I had discovered over the last day, how good these two made me feel every time, and finally, how lucky I might have been that Jade couldn’t hear a bit of it with me straddling her.

My orgasm took me just as Ben awaited an answer. “I don’t…oh fuck! I…I…oh God, I’m coming! Fuck yeah…yeah…I don’t know…oh my God!” I screamed as I came. I didn’t know if I answered, if he thought I did, or anything, but I saw stars and collapsed on top of Jade as my orgasm hit me. Ben just helped me down without crashing, but didn’t press any further. Maybe he thought he got an answer, maybe he worried Jade would hear. Either way, I gasped for breath as I came back down to earth.

When I was able to think straight again, I realized I had collapsed onto our pile of sleeping bags and blankets. Jade was lying on top of me, nuzzling my neck and giggling softly to herself. “Having fun?” she asked.

“Ohhhh…hell yeah…” I managed to exhale.

“No kidding, you selfish bitch, you’ve been so caught up in yourself, poor Ben here keeps stopping and starting without getting any relief!” Jade teased.

“Well…hey, you haven’t been any better, you know!” I responded.

“Yeah, well he’s my boyfriend, I can take care of him whenever I want, maybe you…” Jade started, but was interrupted by Ben cutting in.

“Fuck all this talk!” he broke in before practically jumping onto Jade and entering her hard from behind, cutting off whatever else Jade was going to say. Jade gasped as he began fucking her once again, she was half-lying on top of me, her leg between mine and her body pressed against me. After a second of surprise, she began making out with me while Ben took her from behind. The little slut was moaning again within seconds. She put her head back down and starting biting at my earlobe. She whispered as well, “God, he feels so good inside me, it’s incredible…I can’t believe you sucked him, that was so hot…I was so wet watching you…oh God, you have to let him fuck you…please, I want to see it, you’ll love it. Please, let him, I’ll come over every chance I get, I’ll do anything you want, please…do it…for me…for me…”

I was speechless, I didn’t know how to answer that, I had already gone so far. But Jade, damn, Jade wanted it…and it did look like she loved it…well shit…I breathed deep, and barely audible…”Ben…fuck me.”

At least he had the reaction I expected. “What? What’d you say??” He looked shocked as could be. I couldn’t ask again, but I did give him a sign, I don’t really know if it was conscious or not, but I let my legs spread just a little bit. I was still halfway under Jade, but she “helped” too, she slid forward, letting him slip free of her. She was still holding me close, but there were no barriers left between Ben and I. He thought for a minute, but he made the choice that I think any man would have made. He repositioned himself to the side and I could feel his legs against mine. He gave me a look that was obviously “are you sure?” I don’t really know what I gave back, but I know it wasn’t “stop.”

I felt his tip open me up. I’d had toys there a time or two, but not much, so I’m sure I was as tight as could be, but I was also wet as I could imagine. There wasn’t much resistance, but I felt full and stretched right away. I had no idea what to expect. It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t even uncomfortable. It was just…new. He was warm, and somehow hard and soft at the same time. It, well…it felt like he belonged. I finally at least understood what all the fuss was about.

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I’d been looking forward to the party for weeks. One of our suppliers had invited a few of us from the office to spend an evening with their account team – to have a meal, go out to a club, and then spend the night at a five-star hotel. All this as a thank-you because we’d done a lot of business with them and worked hard to promote their products with our customers in the last year. I got on the minibus at our office, and settled down for the forty minute journey to the hotel. There was an element of mystery, because I’d not met most of the account team; we did most of our business by email, and I wondered whether they’d look the way I imagined – Claire perhaps a smiling brunette, Sarah a slim bubbly blonde? Claire and I got on well, she was always very helpful and professional, but we’d never discussed anything really personal, just the usual chat about looking forward to the weekend after a hectic week at the office.

The minibus pulled up outside the hotel, and I could see a group of people waiting to meet us. We got out, carrying our overnight bags, and a chap in his late forties who I recognised as John, the senior account manager, came over.

“Good to see you,” he said, “I don’t think you’ve met Claire and Sarah before?” He indicated the two girls standing to his right. The blonde one came over and we shook hands.

“Sarah,” she introduced herself.

“I’m Claire,” the other – yes, a brunette with a ready smile – followed.

“That’s amazing,” I said, “you’re both just as I imagined.”

“All good, I hope,” smiled Claire.

“Let’s go in and get you settled,” said John, and we went into the hotel to check in and find our rooms. “We’re all pretty close together,” John added, “and the rooms are really great – balconies, everything.”

After we’d unpacked and changed, we met in the lobby. The men were in ‘smart casual’ – trousers and shirts – but the girls had taken the opportunity to look really stunning. Sarah was in a long, fitted dress, silvery in colour, that really set off her hair and pale skin, while Claire had gone for a more contemporary look – a sleeveless top with a short, flared skirt, and heels – which really showed off her legs. They got admiring looks from everyone, even John, who saw them every day at the office. John had called a couple of cabs to get us to the restaurant, and I found myself sharing a back seat with Claire – as we sat down, her leg brushed mine and I noticed the scent she was wearing – one of my favourites. We chatted about nothing in particular for the short journey, and I really wondered what was going on behind her smile.

The restaurant was very impressive – candles, silverware, linen – and our hosts had ensured that every table had wine and champagne provided. I made sure I secured a seat next to Claire, and throughout the superb meal I took care to be attentive to her to just the level she would be comfortable with – catching the waiter’s eye when she wanted something, passing items across the table, topping up her glass without needing to be asked. The food was superb, and at the end of the meal everyone was very relaxed and comfortable. “Are we ready to move on?” John asked, and we gathered up our things – Claire had brought a lovely cashmere wrap in case the night became a little chilly – and headed out of the restaurant towards the club which was in the same building.

Remarkably the club wasn’t really loud – it was possible to have a conversation without shouting – and the music was a good mixture of chart tracks, older stuff I recognised from my teenage years, and even the odd old-fashioned dance number. Claire and I grabbed a table near the dance floor – she seemed very comfortable that she and I were spending the evening in one another’s company – and I fetched us some cocktails from the bar.

“Do you want to dance?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said, and we headed out onto the floor as a fairly up-beat track was starting. She threw herself into a very competent jive, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she moved. A couple of tracks later, I recognised the introduction to a tango, and looked across at Claire. Her smile broadened, she came into my arms, and we danced up close for the first time.

When the tango ended, she rested her head on my shoulder for a moment, then we headed back to the table for a break.

“How about we get some air?” she said, “I think there’s a balcony just outside.”

So we slipped out of the club and found the balcony. The night was cool, but not cold, and Claire laid her wrap on a nearby chair and leaned on the railing of the balcony. I moved over and stood next to her, then hesitantly put my arm around her waist. She moved closer and leaned into me, and I tightened my hold.

“This is lovely,” she said, “I’m having a wonderful evening.”

We stood there for a while looking out across the city, watching the lights of the traffic.

“Do you want to go back in and dance some more?” I asked. She thought for a moment, then looked like she had come to a decision internally.

“No,” beşevler escort she said, “let’s go back to the hotel and have a quiet drink by ourselves.”

The hotel was close, even though we’d taken a cab to the restaurant, and we walked along the brightly-lit streets arm in arm. I couldn’t believe how natural it felt to be walking next to this lovely girl, and to have danced with her and held her. We reached the hotel and retrieved our keys.

“My room,” she decided when I looked at her with a question in my face. We got into the lift – no-one else was in it – and as we faced each other, on impulse she leaned over and placed a kiss on my cheek. I obviously looked surprised, and she said, “That’s for being so sweet to me tonight.”

She opened the door to her room, and we went in. The room she’d been given was a little larger than mine, and as well as a bedroom there was a separate lounge area with a couple of large two-seater sofas. Claire went over to the mini-bar and got out a bottle of champagne.

“It’s all on the company,” she said, as I raised my eyebrows. I popped the cork, and filled her glass and mine. We sat down on one sofa, then clinked glasses and sipped. Then without a word, we put our glasses on the table, and she closed her eyes and turned her face up for me to kiss her. Our lips met very gently at first, then I slipped my hand behind her head, into her lovely soft brown hair, and kissed her more deeply which she returned without hesitation.

I caressed her neck, then ran my hand down over her shoulder and gently onto her breast, not moving at first. She brought her hand up and pressed my hand more firmly onto her breast, so I could feel through the material of her top the lacy pattern of her bra and – soft at first, then harder – her nipple. I moved my hand across her breast, then arched my hand to brush her nipple with my palm. She made a tiny moan against my lips, and I responded by making a gentle pinching motion across her breast so that my thumb and fingers held her nipple. She broke contact with my lips, and said one word – “Yes.” We moved apart for just a few seconds while I pulled her top over her head and laid it on a chair. I paused to admire her, her shapely breasts now held only by her bra, then moved back toward her. I kissed her again briefly, then trailed kisses down her throat and onto her chest, kissing my way to the breast my fingers had not yet touched. I kissed across the lace of her bra, then tongued her nipple gently, and took it between my lips. At the same time my hand reached to her other breast and touched that nipple. She moved her hands up to her bra straps, slipping them off her shoulders, so that the cups of her bra fell away from her breasts. My mouth now sought her bare nipple and I wet my finger to touch the other.

I shifted position so that I could give both her breasts attention with my mouth and one hand. Then I moved my other hand down to rest on her knee, and slid it gently up between her legs, pushing up her flared skirt, and resting the side of my hand against her now-damp panties. I moved my hand gently up and down, and she flexed her hips to match. Then I pulled aside her panties and ran my finger gently up and down the edge of her opening.

“I want to be naked with you now,” she said. Obediently I unhooked her bra completely and discarded it, then unzipped her skirt at the side and draped it over the chair. Finally I pulled her panties down over her feet and put them aside. I admired her now completely-naked body.

“Shall we move into the bedroom?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly, “I’d like that.”

I watched her walk into the bedroom, her naked bottom swaying invitingly. She knelt on the bed, and I removed my own clothes and knelt facing her. We kissed again, and I brought my hands to both breasts, caressing them and touching her nipples. Then I moved down and suckled each nipple in turn while touching the other. She reached up and took my wrist, and guided my hand between her legs; I began to run my fingers round her now-wet entrance, then onto her hard clitoris, and into her opening.

“Stay there” I said, and moved around behind her, fitting my penis into the cleft between her buttocks, and cupping her breasts from behind. I slid one hand down from there over her stomach and between her legs, again caressing her clitoris, and moved the other hand between her legs from behind, so I could finger her entrance and stimulate her even more. By now she was really aroused, and she said, “I know it’s quick, but I’d really like to come.” So I lay back on the bed and turned her towards me, first kissing her again on the lips, then on the breasts, and finally moving down so her wetness was positioned right above my face.

The first time my tongue touched her wetness, she gasped. “No-one has ever done it to me this way before,” she said. I smiled, and touching her breasts and nipples with my fingers, began to tongue her clitoris and suck it gently into my mouth. It büyükesat escort seemed no time at all before I could feel the tension in her muscles begin to build towards orgasm, and she began to moan and say “Yes, yes!” Then her climax came, and she shook in my arms as I continued to press my tongue into her until I was sure she was spent. She moved back down the bed so that she could stretch the whole length of her body against me, and I encircled her with my arms as she recovered from the wave of pleasure that had hit her.

After a few minutes, she murmured against my chest, “It’s your turn now, what would please you most?”

“Whatever you choose,” I replied, “but when I do enter you, I’d like it to be from behind if that’s OK.”

“That’s fine,” she said, “I’d like that too.” But first she moved down my body, licking and sucking my nipples for a while, then further down till her head was level with my still-erect penis. She licked the shaft, then took the head into her mouth, sucking to get the taste of the drops of fluid that had gathered on it from my arousal. Then she licked and sucked as though my penis were an ice-cream.

“That’s really nice,” I said, “but don’t take me too far, I want to be inside you when I come.”

She stopped, and said “I’d like that to be now, I’m ready.” So she knelt back in the position she’d been in when we first came into the bedroom, and I knelt behind her, this time pressing the tip of my penis into her still-wet opening. “Yes,” she said, “enter me now.” So I slid my length slowly into her until I was fully in her. Once in, I moved just enough to maintain my erection, then reached my hand between her legs as I had before to caress her clitoris. A note of surprise came into her voice, “I think I could come again,” she said. So I carried on moving inside her just a little, while fingering her clitoris with one hand and stroking her breasts, her body, her back, her buttocks with the other. Then I put my hand on her stomach better to feel the tension once more build inside her, and peak as this time she couldn’t control herself and cried, “Yes, yes, yes, ohhhhhhhh!” As her orgasm subsided, I began to thrust more deeply and fully inside her, and “Yes, now!” she said. My own orgasm built quickly, and I put both hands on her hips as I thrust and finally spurted deep into her, making her gasp once more.

Still inside her, I rolled our joined bodies sideways gently so we were lying on the bed in the classic ‘spoon’ position. I pulled the covers over us, and then wrapped my arms around her, occasionally moving my hand to cup her breasts and touch her now-soft nipples, and touch between her legs where her wetness still lingered.

“Thank you,” I said, as her breathing slowed and she began to drift into sleep.

“Thank … you,” she murmured, then was asleep.

We woke in the morning to warm sunlight pouring in through the window. She turned towards me and kissed me, and said “That was a wonderful night – all of it – thank you so much.”

“My pleasure,” I answered, and smiled meaningfully.

“Do you think you could manage again?” she asked.

“How about we go in the shower, I help you wash, and we see what happens,” I said.

“Great idea,” she said, threw off the covers, and headed naked for the bathroom. I followed her, and we got into the shower, which fortunately was amply sized for anything we had in mind. She turned under the spray so that she was wet all over. I soaped my hands, and began to wash her back, her buttocks, her legs.

“Don’t miss anywhere,” she teased, so I moved up close behind her and soaped her breasts, then slid my hand between her legs. Unsurprisingly she was already slippery there so I didn’t use any soap, just caressed her entrance and clitoris with my fingers.

“I want you in me,” she said, “I know I’d love your tongue -” “So would I”, I put in, “- but right now I just want to feel you inside me.” So again from behind I parted her legs and as she leaned forward slightly, I slipped into her, I was harder than I would have thought possible after the previous night.

“Don’t take your time,” she said, “just go for it.” So I began to slide in and out of her, again running my hands over her wet body as the spray cascaded over us. She took my hand and pressed it between her legs so I could feel her clitoris, and I moved my fingers over it. My other hand rested on her stomach, and again I felt the unmistakeable sign of her muscles preparing to tighten around my penis for her climax.

“Let’s try and go together,” I whispered, and touched her even more urgently as I felt myself sliding towards release. Then amazingly she began to shake and moan in my arms as I reached the final strokes and spurted once more into her hidden depths. We remained like that for a few moments, then I withdrew from her and she turned to me, holding her body full length against mine and closing her eyes to enjoy the afterglow.

I dried her off with a huge fluffy hotel towel, çankaya escort and watched appreciatively as she put on first panties, then bra, then a fresh blouse and a business skirt. She brushed her freshly-washed hair and put on lipstick, and I commented, “You look so professional, no-one would even suspect you of the night – and morning! – of passion we’ve just had.”

She smiled and said, “I called down and reserved the room for another night, so let’s just see how professional I look when I get back from the office this afternoon and I let you take this all off me again…” My face must have looked shocked – and pleased – as she went out through the door, looking back smiling, and closed it behind her.

A few minutes after Claire had left, there was a knock on the door. I’d just finished dressing, so I went to the door and opened it, expecting to see one of the hotel staff. Instead, Sarah was standing outside. She gave me an appraising look, and said, “Hi, Tom. I was hoping Claire would be here?”

“She had to go into the office this morning,” I said, “she’ll be back around lunchtime.”

“Aren’t you checking out, then?” asked Sarah.

“Claire called down and kept the room for another night,” I replied, “I think she wanted a bit of a break.”

“What a coincidence,” she said, smiling. “I’m staying on today too. Want to come to my room for a coffee? I’ll text Claire to let her know where we are.”

“I’d love to,” I said, and followed her as she headed off down the corridor. Today she was wearing jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt, very different from the glamorous fitted dress she’d been wearing the previous night. I watched her walk towards the door of her room, and I was sure she was conscious of my eyes on her as she swayed her hips slightly as she walked.

She closed the door behind us, and headed for the kettle, efficiently making coffee for both of us. “Milk, sugar?” she asked. “Milk please, honey,” I quipped. She turned towards me and flashed a brilliant smile. We sat down on the sofa with our drinks.

“So,” she said, “you and Claire got to know each other a little better last night?”

I must have looked embarrassed, as she added, “Claire and I are very good friends, we don’t have any secrets from one another.”

“In that case, yes,” I said, “Claire is a very sweet lady.”

“You’re such a gentleman,” she said, and held my gaze with her eyes as she sipped her coffee. I noticed that her lipstick was an attractive shade of red, and she had just a touch of eye shadow on.

“I liked that dress you wore last night,” I ventured, “you and Claire made a very nice contrast.”

“We planned it that way,” she answered, “Claire and I get on well together in all sorts of ways.”

“Have you known her long?” I asked.

“About three years,” she replied, “but it feels like much longer, we’ve packed a lot in. We like to have fun, and the company gives us plenty of opportunities, with events like this one.”

“Tell me what sort of things you do to have fun,” I suggested.

“I’d rather show you,” she said, smiling knowingly.

“OK,” I said, hardly believing my ears.

She got out her mobile phone and pressed keys, obviously sending a text. “There,” she said, “I’ve told Claire that you’re with me and that when she’s finished at work she should join us – that should get her to finish up at the office quickly if she can!”

She moved closer to me on the sofa and said, “How about you start by kissing me? That’s always fun.”

So I moved slowly towards her, and she did exactly as Claire had done, closing her eyes and turning her face up, lips parted. But there the similarity ended; almost as soon as our lips touched, her tongue was exploring my lips, and her hands were reaching for my shirt buttons. She undid my buttons in a way that spoke of much practice, pushed my shirt off my chest, and broke off kissing to kiss my throat and chest, confidently tonguing my nipples. I gasped, and she broke off and looked up at me, smiling. “A little more forward than Claire, am I?” she said with a chuckle.

“Believe me, I’m not complaining,” I managed.

She undid my belt and zipper and took off my trousers, then my Y-fronts, and finished removing my shirt.

“No fair,” I protested, “I’ve not even started on you yet.”

“It’ll be your turn soon,” she grinned, taking my now-hard penis between her hands and kissing the tip. Then she deftly removed her T-shirt and unhooked her bra. I leaned over and kissed the top of one breast, then tongued down its curve to the nipple. Just for a moment it was soft, then swelled under my tongue, and I took as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, running the length of my tongue over the nipple. She made a sound of pleasure, and pressed against me.

“How about we move to the bedroom,” she said.

“Sure,” I replied, and picked her up bodily and carried her through, putting her down on the bed. Then before she could move, I undid her jeans and pulled them off, leaving her in panties.

“Tom,” she said, “I have a game we can play.”

“I like this one,” I said earnestly.

“It doesn’t mean we have to stop,” she said, “but it makes things even more interesting.” She opened a drawer by the bed, and took out an eye mask like the ones airlines give away to passengers. She put it on, and said, “Now I can’t see what you’re doing.”

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Thanks Jerry jlo for editing yet again. I always enjoy your additions. Just a fun two man one woman threesome story.

I have been flirting with Kevin for a few months now. I have a burning desire to get a look at the cock that makes such a gorgeous bulge in his tight jeans. I’d love to get that thing into my mouth and see if I can get a few good reactions from him.

I like to get a man off. I love it when they are satisfied and shoot a big warm load down my throat, or wherever they wish to put it. There is just one problem; I can’t get him to allow me to give it a go.

We’re both married for one thing; the other thing is that he isn’t attracted to me. The only time he flirts with me is when he has been drinking. He doesn’t understand that I don’t want love, I don’t want an affair, I just want sex. I want to suck him off. Oh well, I have been fantasizing about mouth massaging that rod for months now.

Kevin has a friend named Tim. Now Tim is single and therefore may have less qualms about letting a strange women suck his dick. I told Kevin I’d like to meet this friend of his and that is where this story starts, in a bar having a few friendly drinks and a few laughs.

I went all out getting cleaned up before I met the guys for drinks; you never know where things might lead. I got totally shaved nice and smooth all over. I like a smooth shaved pussy or one with just a tiny bit of soft hair but for this occasion I went with bald. I cleaned every orifice inside and out, rubbed down with lots of lavender baby oil and then I dressed in something to show off the girls.

I had bought a nice set of black lacy underwear. I had my nails done with blood red tips. My hair was curled and I was ready for any action that might present itself.

I met the two guys downtown and we settled into a booth and ordered a few drinks to break the ice. Tim was cute; he had a muff ticker mustache and a cute sideways smile. We listened to the jukebox some; it was playing a nice mix of country and older rock. We sat and did the small talk thing about work and other bull for about two drinks.

I already knew Kevin had a sense of humor from work but I found I really liked Tim after he let loose some. He was witty and I was really enjoying the companionship of these two men. I am not the subtlest woman in the world and after that third drink I was giddy and began making sexual advances to Tim. I slid over next to him and started to rub his back and arms.

I love a man’s arms they are one of my favorite parts of a man. I like to feel the hard muscles in the upper arms, nice and firm not soft in any way. Just to lay my hands on a nice male deltoid is exciting. Tim didn’t seem to mind the backrub at all. We were all laughing and watching the other people in the bar. I was having a ball.

Tim bought me another gin & tonic and it was a strong one too. I think it was my fourth and I was laughing at just about anything already. I started nuzzling up to Tim.

Kevin was laughing from the other side of the booth. He jokingly said “Tim I think she is just about ready.”

I said, “ready for what? Are you going to take advantage of a drunk woman?” I giggled and without waiting for an answer I said, “you can’t rape the willing.”

We all laughed at that but I was dead serious. I was starting to get horny. I reached over and started to rub Tim’s cock a little through his jeans. It didn’t take long for it to stiffen up and fill out those button fly 501’s. I closed my eyes and steadily rubbed that swollen member thinking how good it would feel when I got to touch it skin to skin.

Tim said, “Whoa girl! You move fast.”

“Life is short,” I quipped back. Then I leaned in and nibbled his neck a little. Working some on his tender ear lobe. I had another drink and I was starting to get a little light headed. I continued to rub all over my new friend. Kevin was watching and laughing at us. I asked him if he was going to watch all night.

“Sure, is there going to be a floor show?” My crotch felt like a furnace on high heat and I really wanted some action. I tried to pry a few fingers into Tim’s waistband but his pants and belt were just to tight and defied my advances. Tim said, “Lets get her out of here.”

The next thing I knew I was being escorted to a car and helped into the back seat. Tim slid in beside me and Kevin drove. I was in a blissful drunkenness. In that half state, drunk but not to gone to know what I am doing. Tim reached over and fondled one of my breasts and I reacted in turn with a coo of pleasure. I started dripping into those new panties in anticipation.

We ankara olgun escort started to kiss some and I liked it very much. To feel the heat from this man’s mouth in mine was intoxicating in itself, the tips of our tongues meeting each other for the first time. Our lips pressed against each other, our mouths opened in unison and our tongues started to explore each other. He reached down and felt me right between my legs.

He exclaimed, “Holy shit this bitch is hot”

I got a hold of his fingers and started to suck them gently. I took his fingertips across my wanton and waiting tongue. I licked up and down each digit and paused in the soft spots at the base of each finger, the area that represents the soft groin. I let him know fully what I had planned for him without saying a word.

He dug into the top of my shirt and moved the cup of my bra aside and pinched my nipple between his two fingers and intermittently cupped the breast in his hand giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. My nipples were tender and hard from the excitement. We were making out like horny teenagers and I was loving every second of it. I was kissing every bit of flesh my mouth could find.

The car stopped at a liquor store and Kevin jumped out went inside. Tim reached down into my pants and his finger just barley touched my slit and found it slick and wet with my excitement. He wasn’t able to get me into a position to get more without undressing me. Just when I was boiling and ready to slip off my pants and let him have his way with me the car door opened and Kevin got back in carrying a brown paper sack.

He handed back a couple of long necks. I am not into beer but I was in a good mood and I didn’t want to lose it. Our cuddle session cooled off some while we drove and drank our beer. I had developed a mad desire to suck Tim’s hard cock till he screamed in pleasure.

The car stopped again at a motel and we disembarked and entered a room the guys had already rented. They knew there would be drinking and did not want to try and drive home drunk. Plus they may have anticipated having some fun tonight. Kevin knows I am a slut.

I staggered into the door and sat my half-empty bottle of beer on the dresser. Now I was drunk and in the motel room with two men and I hoped I’d get some action. I sat on edge of the bed. Kevin turned on the TV and found the music channel. He put on some country station but I didn’t care. I prefer rock but anything to make my guys happy; for the moment they were my guys.

I motioned Tim in. He walked up in front of me and I grasped him around the waist hugging him while burying my face into his fully dressed groin. I rubbed my face across his pelvic area and started to feel his maleness expanding again inside those tight jeans. I leaned back and looked up at him and started to undo his belt buckle. It seemed like forever to undo the belt and unbutton all the buttons of his 501’s.

His underwear greeted my eyes. His boxers were pulled tight and his hard prick was trying to form a tent. I could smell his maleness. I breathed it in deeply I grabbed the covered cock in my mouth and could feel his pulse. I felt it hard and yet pliable in my mouth. He helped his pants fall down around his ankles. Then he and I grabbed his underwear and simultaneously released his rock hard prick with a spring.

I was left to admire the dick in front of my eyes. The head was wide and I could see the veins pulsating with blood. I reached out to touch it. It was warm and inviting. I Squeezed it to feel the pulsating muscle in my hand. I cupped his ample testicles and smelled his public hair, breathing in the wonderful smell of man.

I then ran my tongue up and between his nuts and the length of his penis to the wide mushroom head. I settled in to a long suck. Exploring his ridge and every inch of his head. My mouth was warm and wet with saliva. And my pussy was getting wetter by the minute.

From nowhere I saw a flash. It took me a minute to figure out that Kevin was taking digital pictures of the fun. Normally that would turn me off but tonight it spurred me on. If they wanted a show I would give it to them both.

The cock became my world and my full attention was placed on it. I took a firm grip of the base and massaged it slowly and rhythmically while licking and sucking the head. I reveled in stroking his butt with my free hand, even gently maneuvering his nuts. I heard a deep sigh of pleasure from above me as Tim started to get even more excited.

I let some ankara ucuz escort saliva form in my mouth and let the sound effects grow. The slurping sounds of a cock being sucked filled the room. A few more flashes of the camera attempted to break my concentration but failed.

I had to slow myself down a couple times. I was afraid Tim would cum and shorten our fun time. I slowly swallowed his thick and swollen member past my gag reflex and deep into my throat. I reached up and touched my neck and could feel him inside me but I couldn’t breath and had to pull him back till wonderful air could fill my lungs again. I think he came close to the brink twice and I would slow down just enough he could regain control.

He was getting tired of not being able to blow his load. I could tell by the way that he started to grab my hair and ears and was trying to forcefully throat fuck me.

I would have loved to swallow his hot sticky load but I wanted a little more. I wiggled away and pulled off my pants and shirt. Then I removed the black lacy panties and laid face up across the table just inside the door. It seemed sturdy enough. I scooted my ass to the very edge and spread my legs to expose my all.

There it was hot, pink and dripping my own clear sticky fluids, freshly shaved and inviting all cummers.

Kevin got out the camera and took a couple shots and I started to play with myself, dipping my fingers into the warm fountain between my legs and bringing them to my wanting mouth so I could taste the sweet salty sex fluids I was producing.

That was it for Tim. He walked up slowly between my legs and I leaned up so I could watch this hard and strange dick enter me. He grabbed the base of his penis and guided it toward my waiting hole. The excitement was building in me He rubbed it around my opening teasing me. Kevin was playing with the telephoto, taking close ups of sex before him.

Tim pushed gently at the edges of my cunt and poked at my clitoris with his manhood till I started to beg him to enter me. “Please fuck me. Pleaassseee!”

Tim said, “I think she wants it.”

Kevin nodded a reply and raised the camera to video the moment of entry.

Tim leaned in slow and finally the head of his penis started to slip past the opening and enter my body. An “ahaa,” passed my lips and I watched as he slipped inch by inch into me. The scene was overwhelming and amazingly kinky. A new lover was ravishing me on a table with a friend watching and videotaping from behind.

I could hardly contain myself. I lifted my legs up and used my abdominal muscles to squeeze his cock inside of me. He started to pound me harder and his balls would slap playfully at my clit on the in stroke. Tim, I, as well as the table started to get into the rhythm as he fucked me harder and harder.

One practically good jam had me fling my head back and pant open mouthed. I was getting ready to blow when all of a sudden I saw Kevin coming toward my head.

Kevin stood in front of my face and made a show of undoing his belt and pants. He pulled down his pants & underwear in one movement and out sprang his cock right at eye level. It looked as good as I had always imagined.

Oh God I was going to get not only my wish, but two men at one time. I guess watching had not been enough. He guided his throbbing dick to my mouth and I could smell the sweat and desire in his curly pubic hair. As my tongue touched the object of my long time desire, my brain went into sensory overload and I came like a river.

I screamed out a little but Kevin silenced me with his big cock. I felt like I was pissing on Tim. I had never come so strongly in my life. My orgasm triggered Tim to blow his hot load deep inside me. I tried to gather myself together after that awesome display and concentrate on the member in my mouth,

I was trembling from the wicked orgasm I had just had. Tim was still in me his eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply and holding onto my thighs for support.

Kevin was in my mouth and I placed my arms around him and hugged his torso. My head was spinning from the alcohol and the sex. I made my lips wet and rubbed up and down that wonderful shaft of his till I had his short curly hairs in my nostrils. I poured it on.

This was my chance to make a wish come true. I wanted to make him cum and I would stop at nothing to achieve that goal. I then moved my hands in and lubricated them with my mouth and gave his base a firm but gentle grip and started a slow rhythmic stroke. I kept up a ankara yabancı escort wet noisy sucking assault to the wide head in my mouth.

I felt Tim pulling away from between my legs. I brought my right hand up to my mouth and wet down my index finger and sneaked it around to Kevin’s backside and started to massage his back door with light pressure, never entering him just hinting that it was a possibility. To my surprise I think he liked it.

My jaw was getting fatigued and the muscles in my lower jaw were hurting but I was not going to end this without tasting his hot load. Just then was that blinding flash as Tim took a photo of my mouth around his friend’s cock this time. I started to taste some fluids in my mouth and I knew it wasn’t me. It was Kevin’s pre-cum. I pulled his butt in closer to me and was really doing the best I could to take him all the way into my throat. He choked me a little but I managed to fight off the feeling. I wanted him sooo badly.

Oh my God! Something cool and hard was rubbing my clit. I couldn’t see what was going on down there. Busy as I was. It was very hard and not made of flesh. I was dying to know what the heck was going on but it was feeling good so I went with it. The cool object hit my G spot and I gasped and Kevin took the opportunity to thrust his dick in to its deepest point.

Then the object started to slowly enter me. It was then I knew what it was. It was my discarded long neck beer bottle and Tim was pushing it inside me, left over beer and all.

Oh my goodness! He was slowly fucking me with a beer bottle. I screamed in pleasure as I orgasmed again. Kevin had grabbed my breasts and was playing with them as his hips ground over and over into my face. Then it happened. He squeezed my breast tight arched his back and blew a big thick sticky load deep into my mouth.

I was so happy. I felt great and swallowed his offering with all the gusto of a starving woman. He stayed in me letting me suck and clean him for a minute then he went and got the camera and took pictures of my womanhood being assaulted with a beer bottle.

Tim was fucking me well with the hard glass and tipping it up and pouring beer into me at intervals. The cool beer ran down my freshly fucked cunt and down the cheeks off my ass. It felt so good. I had cum so much I didn’t think I had anything left but these men were going to prove me wrong.

Tim removed the bottle and gently found my clitoris and pushed the skin back away from its tip. This is my most sensitive spot on my body. His fingers wet with my sex and beer settled in to torture my G spot. After a few minutes he had my body jumping. I had absolutely no control. I could not take the feelings and started to moan, “Noo! It’s too much.”

He ignored my pleas and continued the assault on my tender tissue. I was wiggling hard to try and remove his fingers from that same spot. It was hurting and feeling good at the same time. There was no way I could take this. I bucked trying to get him to at least plunge his fingers into me but no, he kept at my poor little clit. I was starting to get loud. He ordered Kevin to shut me up.

Kevin asked how? Tim said, “improvise.”

Kevin went to the bathroom and got a dry washcloth and balled it up and tried to stick it into my mouth. I didn’t want that so I fought him. That is when I realized he was stronger than I was. He managed to shove that awful dry cloth in my mouth to muffle my cries then held my upper body down to the table. While Tim kept wiggling his finger ever faster on my G. I was dying.

I started to twitch like I was seizing, screaming into the rag to stop. They were going to force me to cum yet again. Tim was having a time trying to control my hips and legs and still keep that finger in place. Even with all that action going on I could see a wicked sideways smile on his face and knew he was enjoying himself.

It seemed like forever and my clit was raw. I was screaming, “No!” but all you could hear was muffled garble. Then all of a sudden I needed them inside me. I started to change my tune but they couldn’t hear me. “Oh God please someone fuck me,” I told the rag in my mouth. My hips started a upward grind as I tried in vein to force Tim’s finger inside me. I wasn’t fighting anymore

Kevin let go and he went around and stuck his fingers on me right next to Tim’s. He and Tim started to play around one keeping up the assault and the other blissfully finger fucking me, much more to my liking. I came again. It was too much for me, all that excitement and alcohol the room started to fade away. The sounds came and went, like a radio station you lose driving through the mountains. I started to lose consciousness.

I woke up in the hotel bed, my men on both sides of me. I was sore. My head was spinning. God knows what they did to me after I passed out. Kevin showed me pictures of a well-fucked cunt with swollen lips, red and used with what appears to be lots of white cum dripping from it.

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I was so proud of myself, ordering a toy all on my own. And when it came in the mail I was so excited. You knew about it yes, but it was my toy. And oh what a beautiful toy it was, just holding it sent tingles through me. Night black color, a sleek tear drop design, and the base tapered down to a curved handle. It was bigger than my thumb, but still smaller than your dick. I had done a lot of research to find the perfect butt plug.

And I was waiting for tonight, at your party, to try it out. It was just a handful of people gathering to celebrate the end of this term’s finals, but I knew I would stay over and we would have some alone time too. I was nervous about wearing it to a public event, but you had said the idea sounded so sexy that now I couldn’t back out of it.

I started to tease myself, rubbing a hand between my legs, and when the first signs of wetness appeared I started to tease my ass. It was such a strange and intense feeling when I had something up that tight little hole. But I was so horny, so in the mood for some taboo ass play that it didn’t take long for me to loosen up and soon I had a finger working circles. I picked up my toy and put a few drops of lube on the tip, watching it fall down the sides and I felt shivers go through me. After getting the butt plug all shiny with lube I pressed the tip to the hole and relished in the feeling of it pushing into me, stretching my hole as the toy flared out. I let out a satisfied sigh as it reached the tapered base, my ass gripping the spot where the curved handle was attached to the tear drop. I slipped on a pink lace thong to contrast the black and looked at my ass in the mirror, thinking you had no idea what was in store for you.

The party was in full swing when I arrived with a few girlfriends, I left them to mingle on their own, glowing from our pre party shots, and found you in the living room. I was all too aware of the nice weight in my ass with every step that I took. You smiled and pulled me by the waist for a kiss and I tasted sweet beer on your lips.

An hour or so of talking and drinking and dancing passed, all the while I was thinking of the thing in my ass, getting myself hot and bothered thinking of your reaction to it. So finally I leaned into you and whispered, “I’m trying out my new toy tonight, the plug.” and gave you a coy smile.

You grinned and asked “Right now?” I nodded. And without another word you lead me away. We walked past the room with the pool table and you were detained by some guy who was losing. I kept going to the porch, it was a nice night.

A moment later your arms are around me, kissing my neck and pulling my hips into your body so that I could feel the hard dick you had trapped inside your jeans.

All I can do is giggle and I turn to face you, our kissing leads us to the wall and you pin me there.

You pull back for a moment of breath, “What’s it look like?” you ask.

I grin and say, “See for yourself.”

To my surprise, you turn me around right there on your front porch and fumble with my jeans button, then I feel a rush of cool ulus escort night air on my ass and your hot breath. All you can say is “Wow”. Then you touch it, lightly but it sends shockwaves through me and I shudder with a gasp. That’s when you stand back up, molding your body against mine, pinning me against the wall. “You like that?” And again you push on the plug.

“Ohh,” I moan. “I do like feeling so full.” I admit, blushing some although you are already aware of my liking for ass play.

“Oh well,” you coo. “I can help you feel a bit fuller” and you move your hand to my pussy, only to find it already wet. You dip a finger in and I let out another moan. “Shhh,” you say. “You have to be good, there’s a party going on inside.”

I nod unable to move. The feeling of your finger working in and out of me slowly but steadily, and the weight of the butt plug is so good. And we were being so risky, out on the front porch with everyone inside. The thought made me even wetter.

I hear you unzip your jeans and pull mine down a bit further. That’s when I start to turn around, “Here?” I sputter, “Right now?”

“Yes,” you say rubbing your hard dick in between my butt cheeks, pushing once again on the plug. “Right here, right now.” And then you slid right into my pussy and I let out a gasp from the full, intense feeling. You pumped in and out of me a few times, pushing all the way in the way you know I like, so that I could feel your balls press against my wet inner thighs and pussy.

Then I felt a new sensation as you began to twist the butt plug and pump it in and out, a little bit at a time until you had me shaking, on the verge of orgasm. You could tell too, and thats when you pulled out the butt plug completely and stopped thrusting in and out of my pussy. I was shocked by the sudden stop and frustrated. But at the same time I was marveling at the stretched out feeling of my ass after having the butt plug in me for so long.

I’m already sweating and now my body is wiggling against yours, wanting so much to be pushed over the edge. You begin kissing my face and neck and shoulder, one hand running through my hair. “Shhhh,” you whisper, “I’ll get you there, I just wanted to do it a certain way.” And with those words I can feel the head of your cock pushing against my ass. You don’t have to push too hard to gain entrance as I’ve already been loosened and the head pops in achieving a satisfied moan from me. You’re already slicked with the my wetness and the rest slides in slowly, stretching my hole even more. And then you’re all the way in my ass, balls pressing against my wet pussy. “Oh baby, your ass feels so good.”

You wrap one arm around my chest, fumbling to find a breast to squeeze and you pull it free of my bra and shirt so it’s exposed to the night air. You roll my nipple between two fingers while rocking a little in my ass, and I just melt into you, the sensations are too much and I feel my first orgasm fall over me in waves. Your other hand comes to grab an ass cheek as I stand shivering beneath you, moaning yenimahalle escort your name.

You have been slowly sliding in and out of my ass as I rode out my orgasm, and as I calm down, cheeks red and mouth dry, I hear you say “Quite the sight isn’t it?”

I open my eyes, not remembering when I shut them, and see a guy, a party guest but not one of your close friends, standing there, the door cracked open. How long he had been standing there I didn’t know, but she figured he had been there long enough to watch her melt in ecstasy since she could see the growing bulge in his crotch.

He muttered, “Sorry. Didn’t .. mean to…” and then he was back inside.

My face burned in embarrassment or so I thought, because then you squeezed me to you and said, “You liked knowing he had watched us, didn’t you?”

I started to say, “No, I was surprised, so embarrassed,” but then you guided my hand to my pussy and I felt myself once again growing wet, I had in fact been turned on by the situation. While I let this information sink in, I notice a faint light to my side. Turning I see it’s you on your phone, texting. “What are you….” I start. But you just give a hard thrust into my ass and I gasp, falling against the wall.

Then you whisper in my ear, “You wanted to see his dick didn’t you, wanted to touch it?” My hand is still between my legs and I start squirming. “You even like the idea of playing with his dick don’t you?” I couldn’t help it, I nod and thrust two fingers inside me. You just laugh and hit a button on your phone then start thrusting in me once again.

A moment later I understand what you had been doing, because the same guy comes back out and closes the door behind him quietly, then just stands there, “Are you sure it’s all right?” he asks you. You pull me in close again, “She wants to.” And so the guy walks over to where we are set up and stands next to us. You move me to the right and take a squatting position so that I am sitting on your lap, well on your dick to be more precise. I can feel my wetness rub against your legs and my inner thighs. “Look at what a mess she’s been making,” you say and rub a hand along my pussy.

The guy looks right where your hand is, I’m completely exposed. “Get on your knees, baby,” you whisper gently. And I do, while the guy undoes his jeans, but he stops there, still hesitant. But I can see the bulge, bigger than before, and I reach out a hand to test just how hard our peep show had gotten him. The guy let out a sigh and pulled his jeans down to his knees. With him standing his crotch was right in front of my face, and I could see a wet spot from some precum on his boxers. I love to taste pre cum and so I pulled the boxers down to meet the jeans, and without hesitation put my mouth over just the head of his cock and began to lick around it.

I could hear him start to moan above me, but I was focused on sucking out all of his pre cum. Then you began to thrust in and out of my ass at a steady pace and rubbed my lips and clit nicely. I heard you chuckle. “You’re in for a treat,” you say to the guy. “My girlfriend gives great blowjobs.”

Hearing you talk about me like that just made me want the guys dick more, and I began to take in more and more of its length until my lips were grasping at the base of his shaft. I started to cradle his balls in one hand while the other worked with my mouth on his stiff throbbing member, and I felt him fall apart in my hands.

I must’ve been a sight to behold, I thought; on my knees with a man behind me fucking my ass and a man in front of me fucking my mouth. The thought brought another wave of sensations over me and I began to twirl my tongue, savoring the surface of the new dick I had to play with.

“Oh god,” I heard him gasp above my head. “That tongue!” His exclamations only urged me into a more frenzied attack with my mouth and now I brought both hands to his dick, working in motion with my mouth. I sped up my speed, head bobbing, and felt spit escape down onto my hands and chin.

You had slowed down your own thrusts to allow my full attention to fall onto sucking this guy’s dick and I was enjoying every second of it, especially knowing that you were watching me do it. When I felt his legs begin to tremble I put my hands on his ass and started to deep throat his cock, taking in as much as I could before chocking and then sliding my tongue along it.

You recognized my signature move and squeezed my hips that you were holding onto. The guy above me began to moan, “Oh, I’m going to cum….where should…”

You answered for me as my mouth was busy, “She won’t let go until she gets a taste of your cum.”

And it seemed that permission was all he needed, because when I took his dick all the way down my throat again he grabbed my head, holding me as he pumped every last drop of his cum into my willing my mouth. It tasted different from your cum. His was a bit more salty and yours was a bit more sweeter than his. As he withdrew you began to pump faster and rubbed circles around my clit, occasionally dipping a finger into my pussy for some wetness.

He rubbed out anything remaining as he watched me savor and swallow his cum. You pulled my head back by my hair, knowing that force drives me wild and grunted, “Now it’s my turn to cum baby.” And with that you fucked my ass until I felt your nails dig into my hips, pulling me as far onto your dick as you could, releasing your cum into my tight asshole as I quivered with another orgasm, even more intense than the first. I began to slump, but you wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me upright against you and I felt my asshole throbbing with pleasure.

After a few moments of catching our breath, our party of three began to pull back on our pants, straightening our clothes. Before anyone could speak I said, “I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” said the guy.

“Well,” you said. “Why don’t you join me and my girlfriend here for some food Jason?”

“Sure,” Jason agreed, and the three of us piled into your car for a drivethru meal. When you were handing me my milkshake in the backseat you also handed me the butt plug with a wink, I had forgotten about it on the front porch.

“That was fun,” I said taking a sip, “we should do this again sometime.” And I saw you glance at me in the rearview mirror, a silly grin on your face. “Sure babe, whatever you want.”

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We’re on holiday and the girls are going out and leaving the boys to their own devices. My girlfriend’s and i get ready in our hotel room. We take a while to get ready but have a laugh and a few drinks. Finally we’re ready to go out on the town. I was wearing a little black mini dress that clung to my body in all the right places. My long blonde hair brushing my ample cleavage. My strappy shoes extenuating my legs. I looked hot and I don’t know if my boyfriend would be too happy. My friends Sara and Elle both looked damn sexy as well. We were going to enjoy our night regardless.

We get to this great club near the beach. The atmosphere is pumping and we’re all excited to be here. We’ve barely reached the bar and we’ve already been approached by a couple of guys. We chat briefly but order drinks and find a spot to stand.

The night just got better. We danced and drank some more until Elle found a hot bloke to hook up with. They disappeared, they’ve probably found a good place to fuck. Sara and I are being chatted up left right and centre. The attention’s great but I’ve got a boyfriend and am starting to get 2 tipsy. Sara seeing I was a little uncomfortable put her arm around me and announced that I was her girlfriend so we weren’t interested. What a superstar!

Sara and I have been friends for a few years. She’s blonde, fit and has amazing tits – drop dead gorgeous. The guys didn’t believe us so the next thing sıhhiye escort I know is Saras soft lips on mine. It took me by surprise and was over quickly. The guys were more appreciative than anything else and me being me decided to give them another show, just for the fun of it. As our lips touched again Sara parted hers and I felt her warm breath. I completely forgot my surroundings, parted my lips to allow her tongue to slide into my mouth. My body gave a little shiver of pleasure and our tongues found each other. The feeling of her soft touch aroused me and I could feel the warmth between my legs. When we stopped the guys were still looking at us so we decided to head out of the club.

This was a new feeling for me. I’ve always been with guys and the feeling of my man’s cock inside me was amazing. But this, I just wanted to keep going and find out more. I could tell Sara was just as keen as I was to keep going. She let her fingers trace my arm and then slid her fingers between mine. We didn’t say a word but we both knew we were heading back to the hotel. The electricity between us was building and luckily our hotel was close.

We made our way to my room and went inside. The door had barely closed when we started to kiss again. This time the kisses were urgent and full of want. Soft moans escaped my mouth. Our hands explored our bodies. She reached behind tandoğan escort my neck and pushed me gently to the wall. Her lips left mine and found their way to my neck sending my pleasure levels soaring. She cupped my breasts in her hands softly at first and then firmly grabbed a handful and massaged. All the while her lips and tongue were slowly making their way down to them. She slid her hand underneath my bra, found my nipple and gently started pinching it. Pulling my dress and bra aside she moved her mouth over my nipple. Running her tongue over it and then taking it whole in her mouth and sucking on it so beautifully. The feeling increases my wetness and I can’t take it anymore. I want to give her pleasure.

So I push her backwards so she’s sitting on the bed kissing her all the while and lift her top over her head. Her breasts are just asking to be explored. I unclip her bra and her breasts fall out looking as beautiful as ever. I run my hand down her collar bone and my fingers stroke past her nipple. I then grab her tit in my hand and place my mouth over them. I look up at her as she bites her bottom lip with her eyes closed enjoying the moment. I guide my hands down to her skirt, which always showed a little of her fine ass until she pulled it down. Grabbing either side at the top I pulled it down past her toned legs, past her ankles and over her shoes tunalı escort and right off. Still on her back she scooted up the bed and got up on her knees leaning forward to undress me.

As she slowly took my clothes off I watched her amazing body and lay her back down on her back when she had finished. I climbed on top of her and straddled her, sure she could feel my wetness on her. I wanted her tit in my mouth again so I licked and sucked away. My hand moved down her body. I wanted to know if she was as wet as me. My fingers journeyed past her waist and hips and moved towards her inner thigh. I stroked and felt around her soft, smooth pussy and when I found her wet spot I teased the entrance with my fingers until she couldn’t take it anymore and then pushed my 2 fingers deep inside her. She was very wet and very excited. I know my way around my own pussy so I knew exactly what to do with her. I got myself inside her legs and moved myself down.

I wanted to taste her pussy juice so I moved my mouth eagerly towards her pussy. Licking her clit the taste filled me with excitement so I moved my tongue inside her. She gasped and I looked up. Aside from thoroughly enjoying me licking her pussy we’d been so into it we hadn’t heard my boyfriend come in. We gauged his reaction which didn’t look pissed off but by the look of the bulge in his pants he was turned on. I took the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed and beckon him towards me. I grabbed his belt as he moved closer and pulled him towards me. He looked down at me as I unbuckled his belt, undid his buttons and pulled everything down allowing his hard cock to fall out right infront of my face. I grabbed it and started to stoke…

I think it’s time you to take you to Evan’s perspective.

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A rainy Thursday night in Manchester, and I’m still holed up in the hotel. I’ve been here since Sunday night, running a training course for a crowd of German sales staff, hating every second. They respect the skills I have to offer them but they are a team, and I’m not a part of it. Every night they are polite to me over dinner, and then the conversation speeds up and the ‘in’ jokes start, and eventually I lose track, make my excuses and head for bed.

It’s only 7 pm and already I’m in my room, preferring room service tonight. I have a stonking headache and I just want to go home. One more night of this and then I can escape, until next week at least when it all starts again, in Liverpool this time. I’ve been living out of my suitcase for three weeks already and I’m not sure how much more I can take.

There’s a subtle knock at the door and I wander over in my stockinged feet to answer it – my food at last – I’m hungry.

My face must be a picture, because it’s not room service at all – it’s Adam.

He stands contra-posto in the doorway, smiling at me, looking lean and sexy and gorgeous… dressed entirely in black, as he always is, from that sexy black leather jacket and sexy black jeans right down to those sexy bulky black biker boots. His hair is blonde and spiky where he had it cut on Saturday, his skin is still tanned from his holiday last month. His baby blue eyes regard me with that wonderful hint of wickedness and insecurity. I want him.

“Well,” he says, “are you going to invite me in?”

Still speechless, I stand aside and as he strolls past me he runs his hand over my behind in a gentle but purposeful stroke. He slips his backpack off his right shoulder – looks like he’s staying then, because I’ve never known him carry a bag unless he really has to. My heart has lifted a thousand times, and is thudding in my chest with desire and gratitude and warmth.

I’m still standing by the door, a little lost and dazed, and he walks purposefully up to me, takes my face in both his cool hands, dips his head to my level and kisses me tenderly, taking his time, tasting me, running his tongue gently over mine, flicking it over the stud the way he does, then licking my lips with the very tip of his tongue. He’s not shaved today and I can feel his stubble grazing my skin. His kisses always turn me on, and now, when it’s been weeks since I last saw him, he’s almost making my knees give way.

When I finally manage to speak, I put my arms around his neck in a warm hug; “I’m so glad you’re here. It’s lovely to see you.”

His arms fold around me and one of his hands moves slowly over my behind. “I thought you sounded a bit miserable on the phone last night. Thought you might like some company.”

He pulls away so he can look me in the eyes. “Also, I’m horny as fuck and I miss sleeping with you.”

And then I’m treated to another one of those long, deep, sensual kisses he’s so good at, one hand buried in my hair, the other sliding my skirt up my thigh. I can feel that sudden familiar warm wetness in my underwear, like he’s turning on a tap of desire deep inside me.

His hand has reached my stocking tops and a small noise escapes him, almost a gasp. He loves it when I wear stockings for him, although I don’t end up wearing them that often. His hand runs over my backside, his fingers changing from a stroke to a squeeze, pulling me up against him. I already know how hard he must be, but now I can feel the evidence. His huge cock is hard as a rock and pressing into my stomach.

My fingers pull and tug at his belt buckle, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock which springs into my eager fingers. He staggers back, leaning against the trouser press, turning me around, lifting my skirt, pulling my knickers to one side and pulling me back onto his cock in one swift, fluid movement. He fills my wet pussy completely, stretching the sides of me. I hold onto the wardrobe door for support as he starts to thrust, timing it with me moving back onto him.

Footsteps in the corridor and a ofise gelen escort sharp knock at the door: “Room service.”

“Fuck,” he swears slightly under his breath as I pull away sharply, pulling my skirt down, and he departs into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

I wonder what I must look like to the handsome young man who brings my tray of food into the room and lays it carefully on the dressing table next to the laptop. I’m certainly flushed, my hair mussed, but I’m entirely alone. Maybe he thought I was asleep.

When the young man leaves me, Adam emerges from the bathroom with a sheepish grin. He’s taken off his jacket, his boots and his jumper, his jeans and belt unfastened and his huge cock pointing out of it like a loaded gun. I start to strip, pulling my blouse over my head without unbuttoning it as his mouth meets mine and he pulls me to the bed, tripping over each other, unfastening my skirt and feeling it tangle in my stockinged feet as we stumble and tumble into each other’s arms, giggling and kissing. We’re still half dressed as he enters me again, starting a slow, rhythmic stroking that gets me wet and horny.

“Do you have any idea,” he mumbles into my neck, his voice muffled in my hair and my skin, “how horny I’ve been thinking about you?”

“Mmm,” I reply, thinking about my lonely hotel room nights with only my own wet fingers for company. “Have you been playing with yourself, Adam?” I ask, knowing what the answer is already.

“Just a bit,” his voice comes out as a gasp now, he’s really turned on.

I push him off me, wriggling away until he’s left stranded on the bed, still half dressed, his cock wet with my juices and red and angry looking. Instantly his hand is around it, rubbing up and down rhythmically, his head back in the pillow. I pull his socks off and his jeans, and they are round his ankles when there’s a sudden knock at the door, the sound of the key and the door opening.

It’s Room Service again.

This time we don’t have a chance to hide, or cover up, or do anything, and suddenly the young lad is back in the room, staring at us both open mouthed.

Adam starts to laugh, he doesn’t care… it’s all part of the fun to him. The young man is staring at my naked breasts and I want to laugh too, but I’m worried that we might damage this poor man emotionally for the rest of his life.

“Want to join in?” Adam says, smiling at his new comrade in that beguiling way he has. How can anyone possibly resist him, that lovely open smile, that sexy voice. I can never resist him, and it seems this lad can’t either.

“What’s your name?” I ask, as he steps towards the bed, undoing that waistcoat they make them all wear, pulling off that stupid elasticated bow tie. I’m hoping I don’t sound too motherly, because that’s how I feel towards him.

“Sam,” he says, his voice surprisingly deep. As he strips off I decide he’s probably older than he looks, he’s certainly more confident than I thought…

As Adam pushes me back onto the bed gently parting my lips with his tongue, all the while looking up at Sam, I close my eyes with pleasure. This is going to be good. Very good. “Sam,” I hear Adam say, between licks, “this is Portia. She’s fucking excellent at blow jobs. Want to try?”

Sam laughs as if all his Christmasses have come at once, and I open my eyes to see a huge naked cock right by my face. Adam has started fingering me now, he puts two, three fingers inside me, moving them, finding my G spot and rubbing it while his hot tongue flicks at my clit, lapping at it, then giving me a breather, lapping, breath.

I reach for Sam’s cock, licking the moist tip of it with the tip of my tongue. Sam’s noticed my tongue stud now and his blue eyes widen with surprise and delight. I smile at him, taking the head of his cock between my lips and letting my tongue rub slowly over the smooth skin.

“Christ, ” Adam says from his position between my thighs, “that looks fucking horny.”

Sam otele gelen escort says, “feels pretty fucking horny too.”

I wriggle onto my belly so I can get a better grip of Sam’s cock. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, and as I stick my ass in the air I can feel the head of Adam’s cock nudging at it. He’s huge by now, so that when he slides it inside me it fills me and stretches my cunt. He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto him as I start to suck Sam properly, taking as much of him in my mouth as possible, running my tongue stud up the shaft, flicking it hard over the head.

Adam is banging into me hard now, his balls slapping against my thighs… then he slows it down again and there’s a pause. Now what? I wonder, concentrating on the feel of Sam in my mouth. He’s grown as well, filling my mouth with lovely hot, hard flesh. I cup his balls with my wet hand, playing with them. I hear him moan softly. He’s enjoying this, and I know he’s enjoying watching Adam fucking me too. Then I feel Adam’s wet finger sliding gently into my ass and he starts to push into me again.

Sam’s close to coming, I can feel it, but he doesn’t want to yet. He pushes me gently away from him, and I look up at him questioningly. Just let me watch, he tells me with his eyes.

I pull away from Adam and turn round. He sinks back against the pillows and I sit astride him, impaling myself slowly on top of him. He’s so big, sometimes this is painful, but at least I can control it. My pussy is wet, a little trickle of pleasure runs down my thigh and I feel Sam’s finger collecting it. He’s behind me, on the bed now, watching intensely as I raise and lower my hips, circling, keeping my eyes on Adam’s face, waiting for him to tell me what he wants. His eyes close then and I know that Sam’s hand is between our legs, he is touching Adam’s balls, stroking him. Then Sam’s fingers trace across my ass, and I look over my shoulder at him, giving him permission.

I lean forward over Adam so that Sam can get to my ass. I feel him wetting me with his soft, warm tongue, then the head of his cock pushing at me. It’s hard to move like this as I’m sandwiched between them, but they are both gentle and for a time it works, and it feels amazing. Adam’s tongue pushes roughly against mine in a hard kiss. “Can you feel that?” I ask him breathlessly, and he nods. His hands are past me on Sam’s backside. For a moment the three of us are like one being, sexual, fucking each other like crazy, then Sam sighs and eases himself free.

For a second it hurts, it’s like agony, then all I can feel is Adam’s huge cock moving inside me again.

“I can’t take much more of this, Portia,” Adam says, “I need to come,”

“I want to suck you both,” I say.

Adam and Sam lie next to each other on the bed and Adam slips his arm under Sam’s head. I’m kneeling over them and they both look gorgeous lying there, so unbelievably sexy. And now I have two huge, hard cocks to play with. I lie with my head between them and they snuggle up together so I can get both of them in my mouth at the same time, my tongue stud sandwiched neatly in between. I hear Adam make a gasping sound, and, although I don’t look up, I know Sam is kissing him. I know Adam wants this but he hasn’t done it before. Something tells me Sam has. I can feel two cocks getting ready to explode in my face and I rub them against each other with wet hands, my tongue darting at them, sucking them both. Adam is making little gasping noises and Sam lets out a deep-throated grunt of pure pleasure. Somebody’s hand grabs at the back of my head, pushing me blindly further into the hot, hairy, wet mass, and I lick and suck and clutch at them.

One of them starts to come, and the feeling of that jerking starts the other one off too, and suddenly I have two hot, huge cocks spurting in my face, in my mouth, in my hair. I get one jet in the eye which stings like hell, and I slurp as much of it up as I can, feeling the extra dribbling sincan escort over my chin.

They separate and I lap them both clean with my tongue. There appears to be come everywhere, making both their bellies wet. Adam is breathing hard, Sam’s eyes are wide open and he’s looking at me with amazement. Then he laughs. “Fucking amazing,” he says. Adam turns his head to look at him and Sam leans over and kisses him, quickly, firmly, taking him by surprise.

Adam is still hard. He’s always like this, one orgasm is never enough for him, and although Sam’s cock is lying half-hard on his thigh, I know it won’t take much to get him going again.

Adam looks at me and grins, sits up swiftly and pushes me back. “Your turn,” he says, with a wicked glint in his eye. I spread my legs for him and he puts his hands under my bum, lifting me up so he can push his tongue deep inside me. For a while I let myself go, feeling the intense pleasure that this always gives me. He knows me so well, he can tell when I’m close to coming and then he’ll stop and prolong it for me, waiting until I’m ready.

When I can feel the orgasm swimming up to meet me I raise my head and see that Sam’s behind Adam, his hand between his legs, wanking him hard. The sight of Sam’s hand gripping Adam’s huge cock is a huge turn on. “Why don’t you try it?” I ask. Adam looks over his shoulder and Sam nods at him and grins.

Adam eases his cock into me and Sam does what he did for me… wets Adam’s ass ready for it, then spreads his cheeks and fucks him. I watch Adam’s face as he feels that cock sliding slowly up his ass. Intense pleasure, and pain. They are both unbelievably heavy on me and it’s hard to breathe for a while. Adam stays still while Sam pumps at his ass, groaning with pleasure. I can feel Adam’s cock swelling with pleasure inside me… at this rate he’s going to come again without even moving!

Then Adam notices that I’m turning a funny colour and moves to push Sam off. He continues licking me again. “Come on baby,” he says, “let me see you come. I want you to squirt for me.” Sam sits next to us, rubbing his hand up the shaft of his cock, watching Adam pushing his fingers into me. Then his thumb, against the side of my clit. This is always what does it for me in the end. Adam grins at me, his face wet, as I suddenly push my pussy hard against him as wave after wave of orgasm hits me and I’m coming in floods against his hand. Sam makes a noise of surprise at just how wet I get, while Adam keeps flicking my clit until the orgasm subsides.

I’m tired now, but I want to keep watching. These two guys are back to being horny as fuck and I want to watch what they can do. Propped up on the pillows, I lie back and watch Adam sucking Sam. It feels weird, watching this man who makes me cry with pleasure giving that expert tongue treatment to a fat, hard cock. He’s watching Sam’s face for clues, the way he watches mine, but Sam’s eyes are closed and he’s just enjoying it. With his hand he guides Adam’s head, his strong brown fingers tangled in Adam’s blond hair, caressing his scalp and then pulling him down harder and faster. When Sam comes it takes Adam by surprise, and he finds himself gulping mouthfuls of spunk as Sam shoots jet after jet into Adam’s waiting mouth.

For a moment we all just lie there, stunned. I want to come again and I’m fingering myself lazily, looking at the aftermath of tangled naked limbs. Adam is still rock hard and now it’s Sam’s turn to taste. He pushes Adam onto his back and starts to play with his cock, wanking him and sucking him at the same time. I watch carefully, trying to pick up tips, while my fingers get more insistent rubbing at my clit. Adam’s watching Sam’s face, feeling everything, and I can tell it will only be seconds before he comes too. When Adam’s body tenses, mine does too, and as the orgasm fills my body again I can’t take my eyes off Sam as he pulls his head back, letting a long jet from Adam’s cock arc in the air, hitting his chest with a soft wet splash. The second jet Sam takes in his mouth, drinking it down.

Now all three of us are completely exhausted and we lie in a tangled heap.

“Fucking amazing, ” Sam says softly. He pulls his limbs free with some effort and dresses, leaving the pair of us like jellyfish stranded out of water, limp and lifeless.

When he’s gone, Adam murmurs sleepily, “Do you think we should have given him a tip?”

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The story of one Tom Eriksen, a wealthy billionaire who has suffered great tragedy despite his financial success. Abandoned by those he loves and shunning those that still care about him, he sets off to drown his sorrows in a sea of sexual excess and hedonistic pleasure. But some old friends will remind him who he really is.

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The following story follows directly after “John Billionaire”, “Jeff Thousandaire”, and “A Billionaire’s Life”. This story assumes you know the primary characters from that series. Familiarity with those stories *IS* a requirement. If you haven’t already read them, don’t bother trying to read this one.

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— CHAPTER 1: Mykonos —

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*– MONDAY, JUNE, MYKONOS, GREECE –*

“Mmm… Your cock is so delicious.” The gorgeous babe rolled her soft brown eyes up, staring adoringly at me while she lavished my stiff prick with her considerable oral expertise. Her dirty-blonde hair fell in soft waves to either side of her sharp, angular face, bouncing lightly with her head-bobbing motions. Her sculpted, dark eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Keeping her gaze on me, she went up and down slowly, sucking with exquisite force and using her tongue to tickle the underside of my shaft. After the first few pulls, she took a deep breath and then obviously relaxed herself, focusing downward as she swallowed me to the root, using her throat muscles to massage the head of my prick while rolling her eyes back up to see my reaction.

I simply smiled and stroked her hair. The beautiful young woman pulled off to gulp some oxygen before deep-throating me once again, sending lightning bolts of pleasure up and down my spine. The girl had an intensity about her. You could see the focus and attention she put into pleasing me, determined to make an impression.

She’d made an impression alright. I’d first seen Vivienne on Paradise Beach, Mykonos, Greece. Like most of the other vacationing Europeans, she was clad in a barely-there bikini designed to attract as much attention as possible to her absolutely incredible body. Standing 5’9″ (or 1.8 metres, as she put it), her legs were long, lithe, and incredibly toned. Her hips were shapely without being overly large. She had a narrow waist and a flat tummy. And her tits were over-proportionally large for her slender frame. I wanted to bury my face into her cleavage the moment I saw her, and from some of the attention she was getting from other men around, I wasn’t the only one. On top of all that, she had a well-chiseled face, with angular cheekbones and a sharp beauty that simply drew one’s attention to her as if she were magnetic, even at the expense of any girls around her.

In a sea of nubile girls all over the beach, Vivienne stood out above the rest, with a body that would have made the ancient Greek sculptors drool with envy. And in my perpetual mood of hedonistic narcissism, I just HAD to have her, regardless of any potential consequences.

So I had my attendant staff set me up well within view of Vivienne and her companions, three other nubile examples of youthful, female beauty. They, as well as many others around, couldn’t help but glance over as my uniformed attendants arranged three lounge chairs, a large canopy sunshade, and a small table on which to put my drinks of choice. Everything gleamed of the finest materials and expensive fabrics. By contrast, the four girls reclined together on simple beach towels with no additional equipment. We were at the far Eastern edge of Paradise Beach, and while the Greek Tourism Board supplied a large number of “sun beds” and umbrellas in the middle of the beach, it was the height of the busy season and they were all already taken.

After patiently waiting, I stepped forward and settled into the center lounge chair. Immediately following me was my valet, a gorgeous young Greek woman whose ample tits threatened to burst over the top of her skimpy bikini, as starkly white as the buildings of Santorini. She set my drink on the small table along with a bottle of water for herself, and then knelt in the sand beside my chair. “How may I serve you, sir?” she asked with a thick accent, her green eyes dancing.

I let my gaze run down to the obvious cleavage she was showing me in this position, neatly framed by her curly dark hair cascading over her shoulders. I thought about how she had already “served” me just last night, her legs in the air as I pounded her cunt without mercy until I blasted wave after wave of hot spunk into the back of her womb. But now was not the time for such thoughts. I had other targets in mind.

“Nothing for now, Evania,” I said gently, and then waved to the lounge chair on my left, separated from me by the cocktail table.

My beautiful valet nodded and slid onto the chair, pulling her shapely legs together and bent at the knees as she turned onto her side to watch me attentively. I glanced over just as she wrapped an arm around her torso, a motion which compressed her big tits together for my viewing pleasure.

Meanwhile, kızılay escort I snuck a glance over to Vivienne and her companions, my gaze hidden behind my Cartier sunglasses. The elaborate beach setup and uniformed attendants had gotten her attention. Everything screamed *money*, perhaps unsubtly; but then I didn’t want to waste time with subtlety. The third lounge chair seemed to pique Vivienne’s interest, especially since it appeared that I had only the one companion. And more to the point, Evania was clearly in a subservient role and separated from my chair by the table. The chair immediately to my right remained unoccupied, and perhaps the gorgeous dirty-blonde couldn’t help but momentarily imagine herself reclining in it.

I smiled and then reclined back into my chair, sinking deep into its plush cushioning and letting my legs stretch out. But then on a whim, I raised my sunglasses up and turned my head to find my beautiful brunette valet still watching me attentively, just in case I needed her services. With a smile, I ordered gently, “Evania, remove your top.”

She smiled, pearly teeth sparkling as she turned and reached back to unhook herself. The sheer size of her tits popped the pure white fabric forward as soon as the clasp was released, and after undoing the simple knot behind her neck, her large and pleasantly rounded breasts were left bare for anyone to see, her dark nipples already hardening in arousal.

Given that a decent percentage of women on this beach were topless, Evania’s little move didn’t attract TOO much attention. Still, many men couldn’t help but glance over. And to my delight, Vivienne was similarly glancing over with some jealousy. Up until now, she’d been fully aware she was the most attractive thing in a hundred meter radius. But now, with Evania’s darker beauty and unfettered tits, she had some competition. I knew Vivienne’s type. She was energized and aroused by the rush of knowing she had a man’s attention, and to lose it was something she simply did not want to deal with.

So to my delight and pleasure, Vivienne simply lay back and unhooked her own bikini top, stripping away the blue and white garment to reveal her prodigious bosoms to anyone who cared to look. And they were certainly worth the look. High, firm, round… simply a gorgeous pair of melons. She then leaned back, planting her hands behind her and thrusting her chest into the air. I saw the corners of her lips rising in a smile as she knew she’d once again drawn the attention of the majority of males in the vicinity, including me.

This was a girl ready and willing to play, and I felt a stirring in my loins as my heartbeat accelerated in excitement. Now I _really_ had to have her. So I curled my finger to Evania, and once my valet was again kneeling in the sand between our two lounge chairs, I leaned forward and whispered to her my instructions. She smiled in understanding. After all, this wasn’t the first time we were doing this.

After retrieving four glasses of ouzo from our attendants, Evania, still topless, sauntered over to the girls with the tray. The four young vacationers at first looked quite surprised when the gorgeous Greek woman knelt beside them. But with some mild conversation, the girls graciously accepted the drinks. A few minutes after that, my lovely valet succeeded in inviting them to join us, and the four young ladies picked up their beach towels and moved to spread them out in front of my lounge chairs, comfortably shielded from the sun by my overhead canopy.

One girl, a green-eyed, shoulder-length blonde, seemed the most reluctant and deliberately placed her towel the furthest away from me. I knew that Evania had stated my intentions clearly, that I just wanted the pleasure of their company on the beach and in return, my attendants would provide to all their needs. Indeed, more drinks, snacks, and umbrellas were soon arriving, although there were no additional lounge chairs coming. But still, the blonde girl instinctively knew that while I didn’t necessarily *expect* anything more than conversation from them, I certainly _wanted_ more.

It was a game I’d already played twice this trip. I had plenty of money and not enough companionship. I started at Naoussa, on Paros, letting native-Greek Evania show me the way. It took some time, but eventually I landed two beautiful local girls, the pair of them looking for a chance to get away from home for a while. They certainly got their wish, and neither girl spent much time with their clothes on while we cruised all around the Mediterranean for close to a month. They got to explore the world just beyond their usual reach, and I was kept well-satisfied with young pussy whenever I wanted it. But eventually the girls got homesick and we returned them back to Naoussa, full of cum but none the worse for wear.

After a couple of weeks break, it was Evania’s suggestion to hit a bigger “tourist” spot. The durations might be shorter maltepe escort and expenses higher, but the experience certainly promised to be wilder. At Ibiza, Spain, I’d picked up a trio of young university-age girls on holiday. They had little money and were originally staying at a hostel rather far from the beach. But instead of spending their weeklong holiday at the hostel, the three of them moved onto my yacht and allowed me to shower them with clothes, dinners, and expensive gifts. And I spent their weeklong holiday fucking all three of them within an inch of their lives. Ultimately, they returned home with pleasant memories and I took another couple of weeks to rest with Evania in Greece. But then it was time to start again. I rather enjoyed how things had worked out at Ibiza, and Evania promised me that Mykonos was every bit the equal as a place to find gorgeous young girls ready to party.

She was right. Yesterday, Evania and I were at the Western end of Paradise Beach. We’d attracted another trio of girls, and by the end of the afternoon two of them certainly seemed willing to spend the next several days with me. But one of the girls was absolutely terrified of going off with a total stranger and ultimately, none of them joined me. In retrospect, I’m rather glad they didn’t. Otherwise, I never would have met Vivienne.

And Vivienne seemed just as interested to meet me. The gorgeous dirty-blonde bombshell set her blanket down immediately at the foot of my lounge chair, then sat down with her legs folded to her side while leaning on one arm, bending forward to profile her naked tits for maximum appeal. I couldn’t yet see her eyes because of her black Gucci sunglasses, but there was no mistaking the smile on her face. “So,” she began in an amused but firm voice, with a noticeable but not unmanageable French accent. “I would like to thank you for the drink, but I make it a point not to accept gifts from strangers.”

“My name is Tomas Eriksen,” I said gently, holding up my own drink in a ‘cheers’ gesture. “But you can call me Tom. Now we are not strangers.”

“Santé, Tom.” Vivienne pronounced it ‘Tohm’ – like ‘tome’ with an extra breath of ‘huh’ before the ‘o’ – and smiled showing off twin rows of perfect teeth. She raised her glass and took a sip before smirking. “Although you do not look Scandinavian. You are American?”

I reached up to touch my dark hair, frosted with blonde tips, and my decidedly more Eastern features. At least I had the blue eyes. “Yes, American. And my mother is NOT Scandinavian,” I noted.

“Ah.” The dirty-blonde then canted her head and gestured with her glass to her naked chest. “I am Vivienne,” she finally told me her name. Then she swept her hand out to introduce the rest of her friends. Cecile was the shoulder-length blonde who was still suspicious of my motives. Lucette was a slender brunette with big, brown doe eyes. And Aveline was a busty, blue-eyed redhead with a wide mouth and a predatory expression. The four of them were old friends who were reuniting two years after graduating from the Université de Bourgogne. Vivienne and Aveline were best friends who had settled into jobs nearby their school in Dijon, Eastern France. Lucette and Cecile had each returned to their hometowns, and this was the first time all four of them were together again. They had already spent two nights in Mykonos drinking and partying, and as Vivienne put it, were “looking for our next adventure” for the remaining five nights they had left.

Collectively, the girls reminded me of twenty-something Midwestern-Americans, eager to get the hell out of Kansas. They were country girls seeking the energy of bright lights, pumping music, and the appearance of being “sophisticated”. Well, they were going to get all the adventure they wanted with me.

The conversation flowed easily, despite the differences with accents. I made it a point to involve all four girls, Cecile perhaps being the least experienced with English and therefore the most hesitant of the French girls. But after an hour of me staying in my seat and keeping my hands to myself (along with round after round of drinks), even she started to loosen up.

I flirted with the four of them and started dropping sexual innuendos into the conversation. Jokes went around about me keeping up with the four of them, and I retorted that even if I took them all on at once, at the end of the evening I would be the only one left standing. That led to jokes about me being an old man and it eventually coming out that I was 32 while the four of them were either 23 or 24. But I promised them I was very fit for my advanced age. From my well-toned body born of the daily workouts with a personal trainer available to someone of wealth like me, the girls seemed to agree.

After the first hour, the redhead Aveline had moved up alongside Vivienne and lost her bikini top. Her tits, while not quite as large as her best friend’s, were still quite big and round. Then Lucette mamak escort shyly shed her top and revealed her very perky B-cups. And egged on by her friends, eventually Cecile stripped down as well to show that she had quite healthy natural C-cups of her own, capped with pretty, pale, pink nipples.

It was time for an afternoon snack then, and the girls oohed and ahhed when my attendants brought us quite the spread. It was a cross-section of food from three nearby cafés, and all four girls rather smugly dug in while basking in the jealous looks of more than a few vacationers around us. We had all the shade, drinks, food, and comfort anyone could want on a beach, far more than the girls were expecting when they woke up this morning.

There was an interesting moment when Aveline dripped some mustard onto her left tit, and she moved to take a napkin to clean it up. But reacting quickly, Vivienne reached out and grabbed Aveline’s wrist, stopping her motion. Then darting a glance to me to ensure that I was watching, the busty blonde then bent over and extended her tongue, swiping up the glob of mustard from the upper slope of her best friend’s breast before taking it into her mouth, humming erotically.

Lucette looked scandalized. Cecile exclaimed, “Vivi-_enne_!” And Aveline merely smiled mischievously.

Yeah, I think we were all on the same page. I glanced over to Evania who shared my Cheshire smile.

By the end of the second hour, I invited Vivienne to take the lounge chair by my side. And knowing _everything_ that such an invitation implied, the gorgeous young woman agreed. None of the other girls protested. It had always been quite clear that Vivienne was the one I wanted most, and for the moment, the other girls just seemed happy to be along for the ride. My placing my hand onto Vivienne’s leg without her objection just seemed to validate the direction we were headed. The only thing was: the girls did not yet know I planned to have them all as well.

I began by asking, “Do you have plans for tonight?”

The girls exchanged glances before Aveline spoke up, “Plans? What fun would a vacation be if we made _plans_?” She laughed musically, the other girls also joining in.

“Well,” I brought my hands together, steepling my fingers. “I’m still new to Mykonos and I’m afraid I don’t know the best places to go dancing. Would you ladies perhaps like to show me around?”

“We would love to,” Vivienne was quick to answer before anyone else could raise an objection. “But we would need to return to our hotel to change into more appropriate clothes.”

It was my turn to smile. “Nonsense. Why don’t I just take you lovely ladies shopping? My treat. I’m sure we’ll find everything you need.”

Shopping? Four pairs of eyes lit up in absolute delight.

****

Dresses, shoes, and of course lingerie, which the girls wouldn’t let me see (not yet, at least). Plus jewelry. At first, the girls were quite restrained in their selections. After all, they didn’t want to upset me. But after my repeated insistence, as well as making several selections on my own and thrusting them at the girls, they got the hint: Money was no object. I was paying. I *wanted* to spoil my new companions. And as the Euros flew by, I could actually _feel_ the sexual excitement building, just like I wanted. After all, under the right circumstances, shopping can make a girl quite aroused while also subtly instilling them with a sense of gratitude. And all four girls were starting to feel the need to thank me, as evidenced by the way they each began hugging me after I made purchase after purchase after purchase (especially the big jewelry ones).

Shopping and changing into their new outfits led us to dinner at the most expensive and upscale restaurant on the island. Dinner led to dancing at a trendy nightclub, during which I finally got to put my hands on Vivienne in a somewhat more intimate manner. Her ass was just as firm as I could have hoped for, and the heat in her eyes made it clear that she would follow me anywhere. “Are you having a good time?” I asked mid-dance.

“The best!” Vivienne enthused just before I twirled her and jerked her back, where she literally fell against my chest, giggling happily. I definitely knew her type: young, energetic, and looking for adventure on holiday. She’d come to the beach with the express purpose of hooking up with someone, and from her perspective, she was about to land the whale. I was wealthy, charming, and an excellent dancer. At worst she was going to have a very pleasant hook-up. And if she was really lucky, we might even stay in contact once the holiday was over. As she fingered the pretty necklace I’d bought for her, which likely cost as much money as she made in a month, I could see Euro symbols lighting up in her soft brown eyes. Perhaps she was already dreaming of becoming my next trophy wife.

Perhaps making my point, Vivienne moved even closer to me with the next dance, wrapping her thighs around my leg and drawing my chest against hers. She held my cheek in one hand and stared intently at me from just centimeters away. “I am having a wonderful time, Tohm,” she husked in that alluring accent. “But I think we can have an even better time in your hotel room.” And with that, the gorgeous young babe pressed her face forward and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

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The evening was planned out well in advance. Unfortunately, I didn’t know what the REAL plan was. Oh, I thought I knew, but I found out that I was very wrong.

The evening started as I thought, Barry and Beth came to our house for dinner and drinks. When they arrived, Beth was dressed in a very sexy domme outfit, short black leather skirt, and a very sheer black blouse. Underneath it was clearly evident that she had on a black leather bustier that was low enough to show off the top third of her nipples. Her ample breasts poured over the top of it. Her legs were wrapped in black seamed stockings and she towered above both Barry and me in 6″ spike heels. She looked truly stunning. The outfit didn’t completely surprise me because the plan was dinner, drinks and some simple sex. The outfit should have given me a clue, but I was so entranced by her stunning sex appeal that I couldn’t think. I gave her a big kiss and hug and squeezed her tight buns and then a hearty handshake with Barry.

I invited them in and offered them wine. I had steaks on the grill and the dining room was set for an intimate dinner. But I hadn’t seen Joy for a while and yelled into the bedroom that our guests had arrived.

Her entrance was grand and I stopped dead in my tracks. Again, I should have gotten some clue because she was wearing an outfit that I’d never seen before and there was definitely a theme developing. The base of the outfit was a black lace and leather bustier, the kind with the breasts cut out. It was accentuated with split crotch panties that just seemed to frame her freshly shaven pussy, black seamed stockings, and her 5″ spike pumps. Her nipples were adorned with some silver dangling rings that I had made for her. Her nipples weren’t pierced so I made some rings that wound around her nipples to hold them on. Dangling from them were some shiny silver hearts. As she strutted out of the bedroom, they bounced and swung and brought your eyes right to them. I could feel my cock harden further.

She walked up to Beth and wrapped her arms around her and gave her a deep, long kiss. Their hands explored each other’s ass. Then she turned to Barry and gave him a similarly long and passionate kiss. It was hot watching them.

When they finally broke their embrace I came back to my host senses and got wine for all of us. I let them relax in the living room and nearly couldn’t bring myself to go back to the kitchen because the sight of the two sexy ladies on the couch together was so HOT. But, we had to eat.

It took me a few more minutes to get dinner ready. I was the chef tonight because Joy didn’t want to risk messing up her outfit. So, I kept it light and simple.

All through dinner, it was nearly impossible to eat because the two sexy ladies commanded our attention. I know my cock was hard as a rock all through to the light dessert. And the wine flowed pretty well and was further loosening up the inhibitions of the two ladies. At one point while I was clearing the dishes and standing next to Beth, she reached up to my hard crotch and cupped my balls and cock through my slacks. She made a comment about how hard I was and that I must like what I’m seeing. As she massaged for a moment, she nearly made me cum.

When we finished dinner we wandered into the living room. At Joy’s request, I had cleared away the coffee table from in front of the couch and laid out a mattress to play on. She said that she wanted to play in the living room so that we could move from the couch to the mattress and experience “multiple positions.” However, she also told Barry and me to grab two dining room chairs and bring them in. The chairs are heavy wood with sturdy arms on them. She directed us to put them opposite of the couch and facing the couch and the mattress. She said that she and Beth had something planned for us.

Beth then directed both Barry and me to strip completely and, of course, we did. Once down to nothing but our smiles and hard-ons, she told us to sit on the dining chairs. As we did, Joy produced a number of soft ropes and the two ladies started by tying me to one of the chairs. They tied my arms to the arms of the chair and my legs to the front legs of the chair. Then a last rope around my chest gaziosmanpaşa escort pulling me securing me firmly into the chair. I struggled a little bit to see just how loose I was and was surprised that I was stuck tight.

When they finished Beth said to Barry, “Now it’s your turn.” However, then she offered him a hand and helped him to his feet. “Hey” I said indignantly. “What’s going on?” I pulled at my restraints again only to find that they were still really tight. “What’s up? Why does he get loose?” With that, Joy said, “It seems we’re going to have to keep him quiet.” And she produced a gag and wrapped it around my head and tight it tight as well. I managed a muffled comment and quickly discovered that any attempt to speak would be fruitless.

After tying the gag, Joy came around in front of me and leaned in nice and close and spoke. Her sexy tits hanging down right in front of me and the dangling hearts swaying back and forth. My cock was now shrinking slightly. “You’ve been a bad boy lately and because of it, we’re not going to let you participate. You have to be content to watch.” I again managed a muffled moan. But she leaned down and brought her lips to within a fraction of an inch of my cock. I could feel her blow lightly on it and it sprang to life towards her pursed lips. She just looked up and smiled and said, “No such luck.”

In the mean time, Beth had directed the lucky Barry to the couch where she pushed him down into the center section. Then Joy joined her in a Barry sandwich — one on each side. They started with alternating passionate kisses, first Beth and then Joy. I could see his hard cock standing like a mast on a ship destined for a friendly port. Actually, I was getting the strong feeling that it would be destined for two very friendly ports……

They teased him with kisses and touches, never once touching his cock. And then they leaned across him and their lips met, just above his cock. I know that when they started moving that way he thought they would going for him, but their lips met and the embrace grew more passionate as it continued. They moved from him towards the mattress on the floor. I looked down and my cock was just running pre-cum now. The tip completely covered.

They gracefully moved onto the mattress and continued the passion. Their hands were now exploring, their lips entwined. Beth pushed Joy onto her back and playfully flicked her tongue across her hard nipples. She bounced the hearts around and tweeked the tips. Joy’s nipples were now protruding a full half inch plus, swollen to just about as large as a her little finger tip. Beth toyed and teased and as she did so, Joy spread her legs wide open. I could see from my chair that her juices were flowing freely, the lips of her pussy swollen and full and her clit standing hard as her nipples were. The black lace of her crotchless panties framed the blood engorge honey pot perfectly. It brought a visual focus right to her pussy.

Beth was massaging her breasts, licking her nipples and obviously bringing her tremendous pleasure. She started pulling on the hearts now, using them to stimulate those hard nipples. Joy’s writhing about now showed just how excited she was. And I could see the juices flowing even more now, running down into the crack of her ass.

Beth moved her mouth slowly down to across Joy’s bustier toward that honey pot making sure that she did not block my view. Joy gasped as her tongue flicked lightly all around her dripping pussy. And when Beth slid her tongue through the wetness, it sent Joy over the edge. That fueled Beth on and she devoured Joy sending wave after wave of orgasm through her. Me……. I was going crazy and couldn’t do a thing about it. I was forced to watch as these two sexy ladies played right in front of me.

Next, it seems was Barry’s turn as the two women crawled over to him and his hard cock sitting on the couch opposite of me. They kissed and nuzzled his balls and licked the precum that was oozing out of the tip and down the shaft. Joy looked over at me and smiled a very sheepish grin and then flicked her tongue over the tip and then in one motion, slid the full length of his gölbaşı escort cock down her throat. As she voraciously sucked Beth licked and sucked his balls. I could tell that he wasn’t going to make it very long and she was just able to pull his cock from her lips as he blew a huge load all over her face, lips and mouth. The first stream covered her, and then she wrapped her lips around and slid him deep again. I knew that he was shooting a second stream into her mouth. As she devoured his cum it oozed out and dripped down onto Beth’s eagerly waiting face and mouth while she sucked his balls. I was going crazy but still could do nothing.

Joy stood up from Barry and playfully let the cum drip down onto her breasts. Meanwhile, Beth assaulted his cock and kept him hard. After a few moments, Beth pulled away and Joy kicked her leg up over him and straddled him facing me. Beth guided his cock as she lowered herself down. She was licking his cum from her lips as Beth guided his cock deep into her.

Her movements were slow and deliberate at first, then gaining speed as she rode his cock right in front of me where I could see everything. Meanwhile, Beth began to lick his cum from Joy’s breasts. Another wave of orgasm engulfed Joy and she drove him deep.

My cock ached and my balls felt like they were going to explode. My head was spinning. Beth came over to me and hung her big tits down right next to my face. She told me that they were going to fuck Barry over and over again while I watched. She brushed those tits against my face and I thought I’d faint. Joy was riding Barry with wild abandon and was hitting her third or fourth or maybe even her fifth orgasm.

After her next peak subsided, she pulled herself up from Barry. As his cock slid from her, I could hear the cock leave her. I could see that he was covered with her juices and Beth moved over and began to lick them up and suck on him. Joy moved over to me and stood in front of me. Barry’s cum was still covering her face and mouth and she leaned over and put her hands on top of my arms and put her cum covered face within inches of mine. I could smell his cum all over her. I didn’t realize what was happening until I saw her face contort. Barry was standing behind her and he pushed his still hard cock deep into her and started to fuck her. I looked down to see Beth slide between their legs and then she said, “I’m going to suck his balls while he fucks your wife.” I couldn’t see her but obviously he was liking it because his voice changed.

I watched as Joy’s face contorted and with each thrust, he would push her close to me. The room was full of the smell of sex. He pounded harder and Joy went over the edge again. I could do nothing but watch. Joy’s tits were swinging as he pounded his cock in her. The heart-shaped dangles swaying wildly as he fucked her.

Beth pulled him away and put him flat on his back on the mattress in front of me so that his balls were pointed right at me. She guided the somewhat weak-kneed Joy over onto the mattress facing me and guided her onto him reverse cowgirl style. Again she guided his cock into her as she lowered herself down. As she rode him, Beth would suck on each of her nipples. I could tell that his cock was hitting her in the right places because her hips moved faster and faster. I watched as he was buried up to his balls. Her clit massaging his balls each time she flicked her hips forward. Her hips moved faster and faster. She was heading toward another explosion.

Judging from Barry’s voice, he was close as well. I expected that she would pull off and let him shoot and she buried his cock deeper. His balls tightened and he pushed into her and pumped her pussy with his cum. She arched her back so that I could see and I knew now that he was pumping her full. That sent her over the edge one last time and then I could see his cum oozing out of her pussy. She pulled up and a flood of cum flowed out of her gaping slit and onto his cock. Beth jumped down between them and began to lick the mixture of his and her cum from his balls and cock while Joy fell off to the side in exhaustion. Beth gobbled it up, lapping and licking and sucking his cock. keçiören escort She also leaned over and lapped it directly from Joy’s dripping pussy. I was going nuts. My balls ached and I was ready to rip the ropes right there and then.

It was obvious that it was having a similar effect on Beth. She was more involved but not necessarily getting what she wanted either. She rolled off of Barry and laid back on the mattress. Barry and Joy’s cum was covering her face and her hands began to massage her big tits. As Joy got up she proudly stood in front of me to show me how the cum was dripping from her pussy and leaned in close to show me the dried cum on her face and then she moved around behind and took the gag out of my mouth. “Please let me loose.” I said. “LET ME LOOSE!”

Joy asked me if I’d like to be fucked. I said “Yes.” She reached down and untied my ankles. She asked if I would like to fuck Beth. I said “Yes.” When she untied my right arm, I reached out and slipped two fingers deep into her dripping pussy and pulled them out and put them to her mouth. She licked and sucked them while she untied my left arm. Then she got behind me and whispered in my ear, “Look at Beth. She’s ready for you. I want you to fuck her every way that you can.” Beth was spread open in front of me and frigging her clit on the way to her first orgasm. Joy untied me and I dived right on top.

I dove between her legs and drove my cock straight into her pussy as deep as I could. It only took about 6 deep hard and fast strokes and I knew that I was going to cum. I pulled out and exploded all over her face and tits. Four long streams of hot cum. The first hit her right on the mouth, the second swirled across those big tits, the third right down the center of her cleavage and the last into her open mouth just as she closed her lips around it. She milked my cock for a minute or two and I pulled back. My cock made a distinctive “pop” as I pulled from the suction. I wasted no time and moved down between her legs and began lapping her sweet juices. Just as soon as my tongue touched her clit, she started bucking and heaving. I could feel her spasms on my tongue as I drove it deep.

Joy was now licking and lapping my cum from her tits. The sight of seeing my wife lap up my cum from another woman’s tits was too much for me to take and I moved back up and drove my cock deep. I banged her hard and she screamed about how good my balls felt banging against her. I felt her spasm at least two times while fucking her hard. I pulled out and rolled her over onto her knees and Joy moved underneath her so that Beth’s big cum-covered tits were hanging down in her face. She let them bounce and drag across her while she started frigging her own pussy.

As I banged Beth doggy style, Joy moved carefully underneath until her face and mouth were getting hit by my bouncing balls. I could feel her mouth trying to catch a ball while I was banging and according to Beth, she was licking her clit as well. The sensation was growing and I felt my balls tighten up. From underneath of Beth I heard Joy scream, “Pump her pussy full, Baby.” About three more thrusts and I let go another huge load. I could feel at least three hard shots and then heard Joy say, “Oh Baby, it’s oozing out…… Oh God, it’s so sweet. Cum in her Baby. FILL HER PUSSY!!!!” I pushed deep again and looked over at Barry. His cock was hard again watching things that were unfolding.

I could feel Joy’s tongue lapping at my cock and balls and Beth’s pussy as my cum oozed out. I pulled out and looked down just in time to see a stream of my cum waterfall out of her gaping pussy into Joy’s waiting mouth. It was a time like this that I needed the camera close.

Beth rolled over on her back in exhaustion and I sat back up in the chair that in which I had been restrained so tightly. It was only a second and Barry jumped down onto his freshly fucked wife and pushed his now hard again cock into her cum-filled pussy. He fucked her for a few minutes and I think added his now probably smaller load to mine.

Joy moved over on the floor at my feet and very softly and gently licked and sucked my wet cock. She was spent, but still needed and wanted to feel it in her mouth.

Barry just collapsed onto Beth. We were all too spent to move. Eventually, Joy and I joined Barry and Beth in one big snuggle on the mattress. I know we all napped there together and only woke when someone moved.

After showers and another glass of wine, Beth and Barry dressed and went on home. Joy and I snuggled in bed and fell fast asleep in each others arms.

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I’ve had the opportunity before to share my man with a woman, but now was different. Ty and I have only been married for 1 month, but we still go at it like mad. We have great sex even though he works from 8 am til close to 7 o’clock at night. We figure that we’re doing plenty better then most newlyweds in our position.

What was unique about this one was that she was a friend of Ty’s, he’s known her since highschool. They’d also had a few interludes together that went as far as him eating her out, but nothing more. I knew she wanted him and I wanted to have the experience of touching and kissing another woman again. When she decided to take us up on our partially joking proposal of a threesome, we were both a little surprised.

She was the first visitor to our house. As we had no TV we decided to watch a DVD on the computer. It just happened to be on the floor with a mattress across from it that was covered in my black sateen sheets. We had sat down to watch the movie, my head was in my husbands lap while she sat next to him. I heard them kissing behind me and instead of being jealous like most wives would be, I felt myself getting wet. His hands have always been busy and I felt them massage my breast and crotch through my pants. I could tell from the little mewling noises that he was doing the same to her.

Trust Ty to start everything off like that. No sooner had he got done sticking his tongue down her throat that he mentioned that we weren’t honoring our new “naked rule”. She was quick to disrobe, which startled me. In the back of my head I knew that she had wanted to have sex with Ty and was perfectly willing to be with another woman to get it.

I was a little daunted by such forwardness. For all my big talk and my personal fantasies, I’m pretty shy at strange times. I watched her disrobe, though, as it called for sheer fascination. She was so much different then Angel. Her body was more full, fuller even then mine. Her skin was pale and etimesgut escort milky and you could tell just by looking at it how smooth it was. Her hourglass figure was not as defined as mine, with just a little bit of weight, not enough for her to be unattractively large, but a little plump. Her breasts were large and heavy, the areoles showing startlingly pink against her pale flesh.

Ty had not waisted a moment in getting undressed. He was already quite erect knowing what was going to happen. He looked so dark sitting there next to her and his eyes questioned my modesty while his lips curved up in a sexual smile.

She had removed her pants by now and I stopped staring at my handsome man to look her over completely. She had sandy blonde pubic hair left natural. Her scent seemed to engulf the room. She had not had it in some time and her body was obviously in need. Her lips drooled with lubricant causing her slit to look like a little mouth.

I overcame my modesty and slowly started stripping. I always feel somewhat inadequate next to another woman. Even though she was a size larger then I, I was worried that Ty would find her more appealing. My skin, browned by the nude tanning over the summer stood in startling contrast to hers. She looked over my figure, I’m fairly proud of my 36-24-36 figure, and I could see an acknowledgment of it in her eyes. However her eyes didn’t stay on me long as she caught site of Ty’s 8 in penis.

Ty soon had his hands between both our legs, rubbing our clits in little circles. I could hear her moaning loudly as he gave her attention. Her noises only turned me on more as I watched her face and Ty’s. Never have I seen such a look of pure sexual pleasure as that man has when he has his hands in two females. His skill is amazing and it was showing on every inch of her.

I moved myself so that I was next to her. Between her gasps I asked her if she had ever kissed a woman before. She shook etlik escort her head and my lips met hers. Hers were soft, softer then Angels. Her taste was sweet and her mouth giving. She was a bit shy with the kissing, as most women during their first times are. I was somewhat demanding and caused a bit of breathlessness on my part.

Ty’s head was now between her legs. His tongue stud was being pressed up against her clit while he had a finger in her snatch up to his knuckle. I moved myself lower, kissing her pale white flesh and tasting her salty sweat. Her chest was heaving as I found her right nipple. The tip was a tight little bud. I drew it into my mouth and sucked hard causing her to gasp out and arch her body. My hand massaged her other breast, pinching a little, being a little hard on her. I could tell she was near coming, by this time Ty had two fingers in her and was working fast. She gave a strangled yelp when she came and her whole body shivered with the pleasure of it.

He glanced at me and gave me a sly little smile and motioned for me to take his place between her legs. I knelt down and looked for the first time into the gaping lips of the female sex. She was different then me, I already knew that. I kept my pussy partially shaved and hers had never seen a razor. She had thick tufts of curls now saturated in her own juices. The smell was nearly overpowering and I was wondering if I could go down on her without gagging. I had wanted to eat out another woman so bad that I could put aside my discomfort and reached a finger towards her dripping snatch.

Ty had always wanted to see me between the legs of another girl and now he was giving me encouragement in the form of “Suck it in baby, make her come” , he was also playing with her tits and stroking his still erect penis. My mouth came down and I almost gagged she was so strong, but I didn’t stop. I took her wet clit in my mouth and sucked hard, making her body go rigid. I eve gelen escort played with it and teased it with my tongue and my teeth, enjoying the movements of her body. I ran a knuckle up and down her slit for extra stimulation. I would’ve heard her breathing increase as I administered to her, but Ty had by now stuck his cock in her mouth and told her to suck it. She was doing so with some difficulty to her breathing. It turned me on more and I kept going, sucking harder and finger fucking her like I had watched my man do.

He couldn’t take much more but didn’t want to come in a mouth, he wanted pussy. My ass just happened to be up in the air, exposing me to any assault he felt inclined to. He maneuvered himself behind me and slapped my ass saying “God, you are a fucking whore, cock isn’t enough for you, is it? Eat out her cunt you little bitch” . This made me go harder at her. His words drove me on. I wanted him to fuck me, but he held off and kept telling me how dirty and what a slut I was. I was close to cuming just feeling his hands on my ass and his head at my opening. He waited til my tongue was deep her pussy before shoving his hard cock into me. It always surprises me how big he is and I could feel my inner walls stretching to fit all of him. It’s even more intense when he rams it in me like that. I came right then.

He started pounding me hard, keeping up his stream of “encouragement”. My tongue was driven deeper into her then I thought it could go. She was wailing, clutching her breasts as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. I could barely think enough to keep eating her with him mastering me. After what seemed like ages of being fucked, I felt him quicken and his body start to shudder, both she and I cried out as we felt our own most intense orgasms hit. I was blinded. My senses were obscured by the mixture of the smell and taste of sex and the intensity of my orgasm. Her pussy was pressed hard up into my mouth and she gushed into me while he was filling me up with his cum.

We all collapsed on each other then. Completely spent, we sat there and only now remember the movie. It was nearly over, but we didn’t care. We savored the last tingly sensations of our orgasms, not saying a word because our smiles spoke for themselves.

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