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One spring day as I was walking to work, I felt a sudden and severe itch around my anus. Happens to everybody, right? But this was bad. Even on the crowded sidewalk of St. Catherine Street in Montreal, I found it hard to resist the urge to shove my hand down the back of my pantyhose and scratch my asshole. But I was a lady, a grown-up, somebody with self-control, neither a child nor an animal. As I took the elevator to my eleventh-floor office, I clenched and unclenched my butt cheeks discreetly, and when the door opened I walked briskly to a toilet stall where I could scratch away. Relief was short-lived. As I sat at my desk all day, I found it increasingly difficult to sit still. This was a professional challenge, given that I work in a relatively public area as administrative assistant to the chair of a large university history department. At one point in the afternoon, I had to return to the bathroom to relieve my itchy ass. As I sat there, pantyhose bunched on my ankles, fingernails scratching away, the itch kept getting worse. Without reflection, I stuck my middle finger in my mouth to wet it and then carefully inserted it into my anus. I felt my whole body relax; the itch subsided. With my wet finger, I rubbed around the inside of my asshole and took a deep breath as relief washed over me. Then the pleasure of relief from itchiness built into something more– I felt blood flowing into my pussy, and my clit began to throb a little. The door to the bathroom opened, and I quickly withdrew my finger from my ass, did myself up in my stall, washed my hands, and returned to my desk. Within minutes, there was the itch again, slowly building up. But my pussy was still wet too, and the combination of both sensations combined in me as a strange feeling of need. I asked my boss if I could leave thirty minutes early, and he was obliging, though he gave me a funny look– perhaps I was behaving strangely.

I got home from work before my husband and child, as I had hoped. I went into my bedroom, peeled off my pantyhose and panties, and taking a hand mirror, lay on my back with my knees pressed to my chest. With the mirror, I examine my asshole to see if there was anything unusual looking. It seemed fine. Normal light brown color, tight little pucker, no inflammation, nothing gross. I had just waxed everything a week before, so there was no hair growing in to cause any itchiness. But the itch was still there. Remember the relief I had felt in the women’s bathroom at work, I put down the mirror and reached into the end table’s drawer to grab a bottle of lube and squeezed a couple of drops onto my index finger, first massaging the outside of my tender ring, and then slipping the finger up my asshole. I pushed my finger up as far as it would go and squeezed my hole tight around it. Again, the itch went a way, and a feeling of relief and comfort washed over me. Again, I circled the base of my finger around, pressing against the opening, rubbing the lube into my anal ring and enjoying the soothing peace it gave me. Again, I felt myself getting turned on. Was it from playing with my ass? I’d had anal sex before, but it was never something I craved. No, buttfucking was something that happened every few months or so when my husband and I were hammered and feeling wild. Sober, I found it hard to imagine relaxing enough to let something into my behind beyond the first knuckle of an index finger during a close, grinding, regular sort of pussy fuck.

This feeling, this need to have my ass penetrated, this was different. Suddenly, despite the finger in my ass, the itch started coming back. It had to be scratched. Another impulse had me slipping a second finger into my hole, and the itch was relieved again, and my arousal surged up another level. With my other hand, I started tracing my tumescent pussy lips with light strokes, easing my fingertips ups toward my clit, thrusting my fingers in and out of my asshole. Suddenly, I started at the sound of keys turning the front door of my apartment. I jumped up and threw on a pair of small cotton shorts as I heard the voices of husband and 5-year-old son spill into the apartment, and took a deep breath to collect myself. The itch returned, worse than ever.

Later that night, my husband and I lay reading in bed, and I unthinkingly snaked a hand down under the covers between my legs, was massaging my asshole again, trying to relieve that unrelenting itch. My husband, Josh, looked over at me with a smile.

“Getting bahis siteleri up to something?” he asked, rolling his long lean body onto one side and leaning his head against his hand with a sexy grin. With my other hand, I set aside my book and reached under the blanket, down between his legs, and felt a stiffening cock through his flannel pajama.

“I need this,” I told him, with a tight, serious voice, and pushed him back on his back, stripping his pajamas off quickly. I enjoyed hearing and seeing his hard cock slap his flat stomach as the elastic band of his pajamas slip passed it. The cock reached almost to his navel fully erect. That thing was going to scratch my itch, and he was going to like it. I stripped off my little cotton shorts, the same ones I had quickly put on before, and shoved them in his face so he could smell my pussy on them. I peeled off my tank top to show him my tits– C cups, but still high and perky at the age of 35. I climbed on top of him, and before he could do very much, I had grabbed his cock by the base and was guiding it into my drooling cunt.

“Oh, Courtney. . .” he said with a cocky smirk. I leaned forward and bit him on the chest, cutting off his words and wiping away that smirk. I bounced up and down, flexing my yoga-toned thighs, angling his cock deeper inside me. I ground in circles, and bounced more, and then leaned back up straight, sinking down to a cock-filled rest. I reached behind me and felt his balls, sticky and matted with my juices. I collected as much of the pussy juice on two fingers as I could and shoved them right up my ass again, and the itch felt a little better. I was fucking my ass with my own fingers, while grinding against his cock. He reached behind me to feel what I was doing and his eyes widened and his cock swelled inside of me.

“You haven’t been drinking. . .?” I laughed at his question– that was usually the only time I was into anal stuff. . . after a three martinis I’d been known to beg for it!

“No,” I said, “I just have an itch that needs to be scratched.” I raised myself off of him, and his cock glistened with my wetness. I went up into a squatting position, soles of my feet on the bed next to his waist, and I grabbed his cock once again, and this time did with the head of his cock what I had done early with my fingers– made it circle around the gentle swell of the outer ring of my anus. My thighs started to tire a little, so I positioned the tip very precisely against my little opening, and using the weight of my body, fell slowly around his dick, a little bit at a time, until his pubic hair was tickling my pussy and his dick was buried all the way up my rectum.

“Oh my god Courtney that’s so fucking hot,” said Josh, still wide-eyed, slack-jawed with intense pleasure. I lifted up and sank all the way down again, feeling once more, and much more strongly, that wave of relief that came with the subsiding of the itch. I started rubbing my clit furiously. At this point I shifted my weight from my feet to my knees, and writhed and gasped as he grabbed my hips and started humping up and down. He fucked my ass with gritted teeth and goatish lust in his eyes, and I started mashing my clit furiously, jamming my fingers into my cunt, curling them up to press the soft rippled tissue on my g-spot. Suddenly I felt his cock pulse powerfully several times. I felt his sticky heat in my bowels as he squirted them full of cum. At that moment, my own orgasm hit like a wall, and I let out a low, growling, guttural moan as I felt my cunt and ass contract; my palm felt the hot piss-like heat of my own orgasmic spray. He felt it too, trickling over his crotch, and his dick gave another pulse of come. The itch was gone. I collapsed forward, my whole body, in the bliss and calm of sweet release. No itch. I could feel his cum trickling out of my ass, and I’m not sure I ever felt anything that good or peaceful. I went to sleep happy.

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When I woke up the next morning, the itch was still gone, at first. After breakfast and coffee, I had to move my bowels, and I could definitely feel a little soreness from the previous night’s sodomy, and that brought a happy little smile to my face as I heard the splash of my excrement into the toilet. I wiped, pulled up my panties, and got about my day. But as I was walking down the stairs to the entrance of my building, there it was again– the itch. I stopped, and let out a deep sigh of frustration. I hoped it would canlı bahis siteleri go away. Walking to work on St. Catherine, I would pass around five sex shops on the way to work each morning. This morning, something in the window of one grabbed my attention: a cone-shaped buttplug. I wondered if that would give me relief, but then shook my head at my own madness and continued on my way. This itch would go away. I needed to be a grown-up woman and ignore it.

It didn’t and I couldn’t. I was sitting at my desk at around 2:30 in the afternoon, preparing form letters for applicants to our graduate program. My heels were off under my desk and my foot was under me on my chair. I shifted back and forth slowly and subtly, using the heel of my foot to rub my asshole through my clothes, but the itch kept building and building until I wanted to smash something. It felt like the itch was radiating out from my anal sphincter, making all the muscles in my body twitch and my skin crawl. I was about to head to the bathroom to shove my fingers up my ass again, but just then, Danny, my boss, the chair of the history department, burst through the office door, shouting behind him, “Have a good one, Ty!” Tyler was another professor in the department, and Danny and Tyler, both Englishmen, were known for coming back red-faced and a little rambunctious from long pub lunches. He stopped and looked at me.

“Are you quite alright, Courtney?”

I forced myself to smile. “Yeah, I’m fine Danny. Just these letters to get off.”

“Don’t work too hard, love. Make you old before your time. Right! I’ve got to–” he hiccoughed. “Oh dear, lunch was a little rich. I’ve got to do that thing the dean was ask–hic-!” He laughed. “Please excuse me, Courtney.” He gave a clumsy half-bow and made his way into his own office, tucked privately into a corner of the larger administrative office, and closed the door behind him.

As the itch in my asshole was still screaming through my nervous system, a thought came into my head, as if somebody else had thought it: “He can scratch my itch.” A small part of me was whispering that this was a terrible idea, but that infernal itch in my ass was screaming much louder to get Danny’s cock into my ass. And I knew it would happen if I wanted it. Danny never harassed me or did anything untoward, but I could always feel his eyes lingering extra seconds on my toned feminine body. And today, for some reason, he seemed quite a bit drunker than he usually did after his lunches with Tyler, so I knew, I just knew that I could have what I wanted– what I needed– from him. I felt as if somebody else was in control of my body as I closed the glass pane of the reception window to the department office and put the “back in 15 minutes” sign up.

I went to his office door and knocked. I heard a fumbling crash, and he said “one minute,” and when he came to the door, he looked mildly flustered. His cheeks were red, and one side of his shirt was hanging out of his pants. Though he was much bigger than me, I put a palm against his broad chest and pushed him back into his office, reaching behind me to close and lock his door.

“Courtney?” he said, his face a mask of confusion. I grabbed his right wrist and brought it to my face and smelled. It smelt musky and clammy, and I rubbed my chin on it, and it was damp. I licked his palm, and it tasted like cock.

“Courtney, what on Earth,” he said, trying to pull away his hand.

“Courtney nothing,” I said, “You were just jerking off right here, weren’t you.” He was frozen, unable to speak or act.

“Oh shut up,” I said. “Don’t say a fucking word.”

I pushed him back against his desk and dropped to my knees, freeing his still-hard cock from his trousers. Like his palm, it was damp and musky, the smell of a man jerking off. I took his cock into my mouth. It was thicker and longer than Josh’s, though not quite as hard– effects of booze, I suppose. Danny was by no means a very attractive man, though certain kinds of students crushed hard on his accent and tweedy clothes and his curly salt and pepper hair. I didn’t care about any of that. I needed his cock in my ass. My asshole which was twitching with that terrible, nightmarish itch as I gave him the sloppiest blow job I possibly could. I kissed and licked and sucked and gagged on that cock, lathering it up with every bit of saliva I possibly could. When it seemed as wet and hard as I could possibly make it, I pulled canlı bahis up my skirt, slid down my panties, bent over his desk, reached back to spread my asscheeks wide, and said, “Professor, bugger me now, please. My ass needs cock.”

He needed little encouragement. He put one hand on my shoulder as he pressed his slimy dick against my anus.

“Ffffuck meee” I quietly yowled through gritted teeth, and his cock shoved up inside of me. The pain was intense, but was again accompanied by the instant relief of that terrible itching. He stopped. “Are you alr–” “Shut the fuck up and fuck me you stupid English faggot. FUCK MY ASS!” I growled through clenched teeth, delirious with need.

“Oh, I see then,” he said, a cruel leer in his voice. He started pumping in earnest now, and grabbed a bunch of my hair with one large hand while the other hand grabbed my waist, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. The world melted away as that glorious cock stabbed in and out of my bowels over and over again, making the ring of my anus glow white hot with pleasure. I couldn’t even get a hand to my pussy, fully occupied with the task of bracing myself against the intense pounding my asshole was getting from Danny’s cock, which I could feel getting harder inside of me. He slowed suddenly to a steady, long, back-and-forth. Root to base, gleaming cocktip against slimy labia, and then–squish– an upthrust that made my insides shake and quiver. I felt his balls gently tapping at my pussy lips with each upstroke. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “You know, I’ve got a bit of a buzz on, I could do this for a while. Can your ass take it, Courtney?” “Yessssss” I answered, somewhere between, a growl, a whine, and a whisper.

And take it I did. I don’t know whether he fucked my ass for another three or thirty minutes, so caught up was I in the utter intensity and relief. Without anything touching my cunt except those slapping balls, I came, over and over again. My own rectal mucous was providing sufficient lubrication for the assfucking, and Danny grabbed my waist with both hands hard, and crashed against me, shoving his cock as deep as it could possibly go, no hint of gentleness, no affection, just animal rutting. Harder and harder he fucked until he slammed– it felt like I was getting punched in the gut– once, twice, three times, and a gush of hot cum filled up my asshole. I let out a little wet fart as his rapidly shrinking dick popped out of my abused asshole. I slid off his desk and fell to the floor, clenching my ass shut. I needed to keep that cum inside of me; it had been Josh’s cum that soothed my terrible itch the night before, and Danny’s cum was taking it away now.

My eyes opened, clarity suddenly overtaking me. I had just thrown myself at my boss, forced myself on him, and demanded he sodomize me over his desk. I looked up at him nervously. His eyes were still glazed with pleasure, his dripping cock hanging with contented limpness from its salt-and-pepper bush. “That was something, love. Are you sure you haven’t been drinking?” Oh my god. Josh. What was I going to tell him? Obviously, having an assful of cum at all times was not going to work as a solution to this itch. How could I have done this? I wasn’t myself! I needed to see a doctor. I needed to talk to Josh. I needed– I didn’t know what I needed. But my ass did.

“Courtney,” Danny said, the haze of lust and alcohol suddenly clearing from his eyes. He wiped the sweat of his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. “I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but why don’t take the rest of the afternoon off? We can talk later.”

“You’ve got to wash your dick off,” I muttered, dazed, staring at his slimy soiled cock. “It’s… it’s not sanitary to. . .”

“Yes, yes, okay, I’ll take care of that.” Still in a daze, I sat up and looked at the clock. 2:56. I stood up, uncertain of my footing, and pulled my panties back up, and smoothed down my skirt. “I haven’t been drinking, Danny. I just, I just. . . I had this terrible itch that needed scratching.” Suddenly I laughed, giggling uncontrollably until tears were coming down my cheeks.

“Evidently. Really, please, take the rest of the afternoon off. We can talk about what happened tomorrow. Will you be okay?”

“Oh fine,” I said, still laughing, and walked– sort of waddled, really– out of his office. Thankfully nobody was there. And I still felt blessed relief as I felt Danny’s cum slowly trickle out of my anus to cool and dry between my hard round ass cheeks.

To be continued…

(In the next chapter, Courtney gets poked and prodded by proctologists and psychiatrists).

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The first part of this story really did happen. Somehow “Gina” and I got to talking about this site a while after the true part of this story happened and I asked her if she would like to read how I would have liked the evening to go. She said yes, so here it is:

The band I play in had been booked for night at a smaller hotel a few towns over. The manager of the hotel was a friend of our guitar player and said he could get us some rooms comped for the night. I was talking with my sister the night before (easy-she sings in the band, it’s not that kind of story) and she said we should share one room-one guy always brings his wife and they wanted their own room; the other two guys wanted to party. That way we could party for a while but have somewhere to go when we got tired. Fine with me, I was just happy I wouldn’t have to drive all the way home after playing.

The day of the gig, my sister called again-would I mind if Gina stayed in the room with us. I think I may have been getting set up. I’m sure my sister knows I have the hots for Gina. But there have been complications with either of us acting on this-my wife and her husband. Maybe with us being out of town and without our significant others would change things.

“Sure, fine, she can stay-as long as she can behave herself,” I said.

“You’re probably the one that needs to behave!” was my sister’s reply.

The gig went great-lots of people drinking and dancing and having a good time. I kept trying to get over to Gina during our breaks, but kept getting held up by other people on the way over to her table. When it was time to get back on the stage, I would be completely frustrated. I hoped she would be at the after-party for a while so I could get a chance to talk to her.

We didn’t have time to check in when we first got to the hotel, so we were surprised to find out the manager had given us three of the four suites to stay in and set up the last one with a bar for us to party in after the music was over. We’re usually lucky to get paid at the end of the night and we were very happy with the “rock star” treatment we were getting. When I got to the room I was sharing, there was no trace of my sister or Gina-I figured they must have already made it over to the party room. I threw my bag in an empty bedroom and headed for the party suite.

My sister had a drink waiting for me when I got there, but there was no sign of Gina. I was scanning the room trying to find her when I heard my sister laugh.

“She’s in the bathroom,” my sister said.

“Who?” I answered. “I was just looking around to see if Eric had shown up.”

She wasn’t convinced. “Right,” she laughed again, finishing her beer. “I know who you’re looking for. I’m having one more than I’m going to bed. DON’T wake me up when you come in.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I assured her, telling her not to worry. She shook her finger at me and walked away. I shrugged my shoulders and gave her my absolute best innocent-baby face.

I turned around for my drink and saw Gina walked out of the bathroom. She walked right up to me and took my drink.

“That’s gonna cost you,” I said.

“How much?”

“I’ll just put it on your tab, along with my birthday present!” This made her laugh-she had told me at my birthday party a bahis siteleri few months earlier that she was going to give me a big kiss for my birthday. We then proceeded to get drunk and she forgot all about it. I didn’t, and brought it up every chance I got.

She came back with, “You know that my birthday was last month and you forgot about that, so they must cancel each other out.”

“No-no-no! You still owe me and now I owe you.”

We had a couple more drinks and things got flirtier as we got drunker. We were standing closer, talking lower and she kept bumping my arm with her chest. Maybe she was just having trouble standing, but I think it was quite intentional. I was feeling pretty good and was enjoying the moment. Gina noticed I was slipping off somewhere else and asked the worst question ever-“What are you thinking about right now?”

I was rummed up enough to answer her truthfully. “All of this! A great gig, a great party and a great person to share it with. I feel like a rock star!”

“Well, Rock Star, I’m getting drunk and don’t remember where our room is at. Would you walk me back?”

Taking that as my obvious cue, I finished my drink and took her glass and set it on the bar. “I’d hate to see you get lost and wander around up here all night,” and walked her out of the room, trying to keep my cool.

Once we got back to our suite, she headed right for the room she was sharing with my sister. Figuring that she was drunk and needed to get to bed, I tried one last-ditch effort-“I’m gonna have one more drink, then go to bed. Care to join me?”

“Sure. I was just going to take my shoes off.”

Thinking she wasn’t comfortable with the direction this was going, I just mixed us a couple of drinks and sat down with the remote and turned on the tv. We sat quietly for a little bit and I tried to figure out if I had been too pushy when she said, “I hope all this noise doesn’t wake your sister up…”

Maybe I still had a chance! Maybe she hadn’t lost her nerve! I tried one more time, “There’s a tv in my room, maybe we should finish these drinks in there?”

I stood up, grabbed my drink and headed for my room. I took off my shoes and laid down on the bed, waiting to see what would happen. I could hear her moving around in the other room and figured she was just getting herself ready for bed and nothing was going to happen. So you can imagine my surprise when there was a light rap on the door.

Before I could say anything, the door opened and there she was-looking kind of nervous. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.

“But I’m a rock star, remember?” I couldn’t help my grin. “Plus you still owe me for my birthday!”

“And you still owe me for mine,” she said as she closed the door behind her.

I was still really trying to figure out which one of my smooth moves I could try to escalate this situation when she sat on the bed next to me. I was about to say something witty, but she leaned in and cut me off with a kiss. Not the little birthday peck I was expecting-it was aggressive and anxious. It left me feeling that I wasn’t the only one who wanted this to go a little further.

I tried to say something again, but she held a finger to her lips and with a quiet “Shhhhh” pushed me down on the bed. She swung a canlı bahis siteleri leg over me and came down for another kiss-this one even better than the first. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer while she stuck her tongue in my ear and gave me some of the best dry-humping I’ve had since high school. I ran my hands around to those beautiful tits, grabbing as much of them as I could get in my hands. Her nipples were rock hard so I gave them each a gentle pinch, enjoying the way it made her squirm. She sat back on my hard cock and put her hands over mine, pulling them away. I thought I had pushed it too far, but then she flashed me a big smile and reached down to start unbuttoning her shirt.

As she peeled her shirt off, I reached around to unhook her bra. She slid the straps down her shoulders and I finally got to see her great tits. In a flash, I had one of those hard nipples in my mouth. She couldn’t take too much of that and pushed me back down, then stood up on the floor in between my legs and looked me right in the eyes as she reached to undo my jeans.

She slid my jeans down my legs, brushing her cheek against the tent I had in my shorts. After she had my pants off, she knelt on the floor and reached up to get my shorts. I moved forward on the bed to try to help out and once she got the waistband over my hard-on, it was pointing right at her face. Still looking me right in the eyes, she grabbed my cock, opened her mouth and leaned in.

In an instant she had my whole cock in her mouth. She reached up with her other hand to play with my balls and then really went to work on me, sliding all the way back till her lips were right at the end of my prick and then taking me all the way back in with long, slow strokes.

After a while, the hand she had on my balls slid down and started tickling my ass. I scooted closer to the edge of the bed so I could spread my legs a little wider. She let my cock plop out of her mouth just long enough to suck on her finger to lube it up some and took me back in.

She gave me a wink as she put her finger on my bung and started to wiggle it in. The combination of her fingering my ass and the unbelievable head I was getting was just too much-I was gonna cum hard! She must have felt my legs tensing up, because she kept her mouth clamped on my cock and worked another finger in my ass. WHAM!-that was it. I couldn’t keep myself from thrusting at her mouth as I came, but she kept me in her mouth until I was finished, sucking me dry.

She got up from the floor and lay down on the bed next to me as I caught my breath. I rolled over and kissed her on the mouth, tasting me on her lips. I think she must have really dug that, because she let out a little moan and pulled me closer.

As we broke off the kiss, I was anxious to repay the great head I had just received and reached to undo her pants. Nothing slow or gentle going on now-I could feel the heat between her legs as I yanked the rest of her clothes off. All of her hard work had gotten her pretty riled up.

I took her place on the floor and looked up to see her with both of her hands on her tits, pulling at her nipples. I would have liked to watch the show for a while, but I’m sure she was ready for some attention. I knelt down and put her legs over canlı bahis my shoulders, then reached in with both hands to gently spread her lips. I ran my tongue over her clit a couple times, then sucked it in between my lips. She let out a “YESSSSSS!!!” and grabbed the back of my head.

I slid two fingers into her wet pussy and kept nibbling at her clit. She started bucking back at my fingers and took her hands off my head so she could get back to pinching and twisting her nipples. I tried to back off some and slow down so we could both enjoy this for a while longer, but she wouldn’t have it. She grabbed the top of my head and mashed my mouth on her clit and scissored her legs tight so I couldn’t go anywhere. Since she seemed to want to cum as hard as I did, I really let her have it-nipping at her clit and adding a third finger to the two I was already pushing in her. After a few minutes of this she did cum hard-I almost ended up with a broken neck and a nosebleed for my efforts.

Her legs finally loosed up and as she was coming down I ran my tongue slowly up and down her wet slit. I licked the inside of each thigh, and worked my hands down to her ass. Thinking she might enjoy some of the same attention there as she had given me, I cautiously ran my tongue over her tight hole not sure how she would respond. It must have been okay with her, because she let out a quiet “ooohhhhh” and pulled her legs up. I kept up the rimming until she relaxed some, then worked my tongue right up her ass. I knew she was close to cumming again by all the bucking and moaning she was doing.

I replaced my tongue with a couple of fingers. Working them in and out slowly at first, I sped up and applied more pressure as she got more comfortable. Her pussy was almost gushing, keeping my fingers and her hole nicely lubricated. I worked my other hand around her leg and got two fingers on her clit while I started lapping up her juices off her lips and thighs.

Sensing she was just about to pop again, I backed off just a bit. “COME ON FUCKER!” she yelled, “I’M GONNA CUU…U..U…MMMM!” I sucked hard on her clit and worked a third finger in her ass and that was it. The scream she let out was almost enough to shatter the windows and she kicked her legs out so hard she almost knocked me through the door. I got back on the bed next to her, kissing her neck and chest as she came down for the second time.

We must have both noticed the sun coming up at the same time. She jumped off the bed and started grabbing her clothes. I decided to just pull the covers over me and watch her run around. She stopped and looked at me, starting to blush. I couldn’t help but laugh-after what we had just been through, me watching her walk around naked had embarrassed her.

She stopped again in the open doorway and turned to say something, but instead just smiled and walked over to her room of the suite. I just drifted off to sleep-smiling, sweaty and sticky.

We met up again at breakfast in the hotel dining room. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, but couldn’t catch her eye. I was hoping there wasn’t going to be too much awkwardness between us-that maybe I should just take it for the unreal experience it was. As I was deciding what to have for breakfast, she finally looked at me over the top of her menu, and with a little wink she slid her foot up my leg and started rubbing at my cock with her toes…

This was written for a very special audience of one. If she likes it, I’ll write more, but any comments are welcome.

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The final scene was just beginning when Rachel heard the bedroom door creak open. She quickly withdrew her hand from her dripping pussy, fastened her shorts and switched off the video.

“Rachel?” Becky said softly, her voice trembling slightly, “I . . . I’ve got a problem.”

“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked.

Becky walked over, and sat down next to Rachel on the couch. She was still naked, and her tear-stained cheeks told Rachel that things had not gone quite according to plan.

“I couldn’t go through with it.” Becky said, “I tried. I really tried.”

“But I heard you scream out ‘I’m cumming!’.”

Becky smiled weakly. “As soon as you left, Sam got undressed, and I sucked his cock till he got hard. I thought I was ready, so he got behind me, pulled out the butt plug, and put the head of his cock inside me . . .”

“Did he forget to cover his cock with k-y before he tried to fuck you?”

Becky slowly shook her head, then continued. “He put the head of his cock inside me and began to push. I guess I tensed-up or something, because it hurt, and I asked him to stop.”

“Did he?”

Becky nodded. Drew a short breath and let it out. “Before I knew what was happening, Sam took his cock out of me, and whispered that it was okay. I told him to try again, but I’d closed up even more. He asked if I thought it would help if he ate my pussy. That’s why you heard me cry-out.”

“It didn’t help. Did it?” Rachel said.

“The orgasm was nice; but, no. We tried a couple more times; but . . .”

“So. What do you want to do now?”

“Give it one last shot? With your help?”

Rachel thought for a quick second. “Okay. . .”

**********************

When Rachel and Becky walked into the bedroom, Sam was standing, naked, with his back to them, staring blankly out the window.

“Hey, you.” Becky said softly.

Sam turned. Rachel’s gaze fell on his large, limp cock. “Hey.” he said.

“Rachel’s agreed to help us try again.” Becky said.

“Are you sure you want to?” he asked.

Becky walked over, put her arms around Sam’s neck and gave him a long, deep kiss. “I’m sure.”

“Shall we get started then?” Rachel said, her nervousness showing.

“What do you want us to do?” Sam asked.

“First things first. While Becky and I do a little brainstorming, how about you go clean off that beautiful cock of yours.” Rachel said.

Sam nodded, then started for the bathroom. Rachel turned her attention to Becky.

“Do I have to go through the enemas again?” Becky asked.

“Not unless you want to.” Rachel replied.

“Good. I don’t.”

“Okay.” Rachel laughed.

“I’ve got an idea.” she continued, “Let’s try this. Lay down; on your stomach, with a pillow under your hips, butt in the air, and spread your legs enough for us to have access to both your butt and pussy.”

Becky did as she was asked. Rachel went over to the dresser and took out a set of graduated anal beads; as well as a clear, jelly-style butt plug that measured a little more than nine inches in length, and an inch and three quarters across, at its widest point.

“Rachel?” Becky said, “Can I ask a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Would you mind taking off your clothes? I think it would be easier if you were naked too.”

The request caught Rachel completely off guard. Her initial reaction was to decline, but for some reason, she found herself unable to refuse. “Okay. If it’ll make you more comfortable.” she said.

Becky smiled, then nodded. Almost hesitantly, Rachel began to undress.

The moment was awkward. For Rachel. First, she pulled her sweatshirt over her head, turning it inside-out in the process. Her braless breasts swayed slightly as she tossed-backed her hair, before dropping the shirt to the floor.

Becky tried not to stare at her friend’s firm, young breasts; but found the task to be quite difficult.

Rachel blushed slightly at the attention, then opened her cut-off-jeans shorts and let them fall to the floor. She paused, then peeled off her v-string panties.

A long silence passed as she stood for inspection. She spoke: “Here’s my plan. When Sam comes back, I’m going to have him treat your pussy to a gentle ride with the vibrator, while I introduce your butt to the joys only anal beads can produce. Then, when I think you’re ready, I’ll switch places with Sam and have him fuck you with the plug. Okay?”

“Sounds good to me.” Becky said.

Rachel walked over to the night stand, picked up the tube of k-y jelly and the little vibrator that had seen so much action not an hour earlier, and sat down on the bed. Sam returned from the bathroom, walked to the far side of the bed and sat down as well. “I couldn’t help but overhear your plan.” he said.

“So, babe. What do you think?” Becky asked.

“I’m game if you are.” Sam said.

Rachel switched the vibrator on low and handed it to Sam. She watched as he slipped it inside his lover’s pussy and began to tease. “Mmmm. Yes!” Becky moaned.

Rachel picked up the tube of k-y and deposited a large bahis siteleri pearl on Becky’s tight asshole. She then took the string of beads and placed the smallest against Becky’s opening and worked it in using slow, even pressure.

Becky lay still, trying her best to relax, and enjoy the sensations. Rachel focused on her task. Sam studied her moves; never missing a beat of his own.

Another pearl of jelly. Another bead. One by one, Becky accepted the intruders.

“Mmm. Mmm. Ooooo.”

The carnal sounds that escaped Becky’s lips only served to encourage her pleasure-givers’ efforts.

Sam focused the tip of the vibrator at the base of Becky’s clit. Rachel pressed the fifth and final bead home. Becky easily accepted it. Sam stared, almost in disbelief.

“Ugh. Ughh. Ughhhh!” Becky twisted and turned, trying desperately to escape the sexual torture that her clit was experiencing.

“Give me the vibrator.” Rachel said.

Sam did as she asked.

“Now;” Rachel continued, “as slowly as you possibly can, I want you to pull the beads out. As each one starts to emerge, her butt muscles will try to pull it back in. Let them. Pretend it’s a tug of war, that you’re in no hurry to win.”

Rachel moved the vibrator deep into Becky’s pussy and held it still. Sam applied steady pressure to the cord until the crown of the first bead emerged; then let it slip back inside. Again. And again.

“Pull it the whole way out this time.” Rachel said.

Sam worked the cord in a circular motion, applying more and more pressure, until the first bead popped free.

“Mmmmmmm.” Becky whimpered.

Rachel switched off the vibrator and left it in place. Teasingly, Sam worked free the second, then third beads. Rachel stopped him from removing the fourth. As lightly as she could, she traced figure eights in the small of Becky’s back.

“Ugh. Ughhh. Ughhhhhhhh!” Becky cried.

Rachel took hold of the string and forcefully pulled-free the last two beads. The sound each bead made as it exited was almost obscene.

“Take the butt plug, coat it with k-y, then put it inside her.” Rachel said, “But go easy.”

Sam followed Rachel’s instructions.

A long, low groan escaped Becky’s throat as the plug filled her completely.

“Now start to fuck her with it.” Rachel said.

As slowly as he could, Sam withdrew the plug, pausing as the thickest part spread-wide Becky’s yielding asshole. Just as slowly, he fed it back in.

Again.

And again.

“You okay, Beck?” Rachel asked

“Ummm hmm.” Becky moaned.

“Pick up the pace a bit, while I get you ready.” Rachel said.

Sam began to fuck Becky faster and faster with the plug. Rachel coated the palm of her hand with k-y, then wrapped her fingers around his thickening cock. Sam jumped at the unanticipated touch. Rachel smiled and raised an eyebrow. With great expertise, she began to masturbate him. In no time, Sam’s cock had reached its full ten-inch length, and impressive girth.

“Okay.” Rachel said, “Sam, I think she’s ready for you now.” Becky nodded enthusiastically.

“Good.” Rachel said, “Here’s what I want you to do. Sam, remove the plug. Becky, get on your hands and knees.”

Both did as instructed.

“Now. Sam, put the head of your cock against her butt-hole and put your hands on her waist so you can guide her. Becky, you’re in control. Ease yourself back. Take it as slow and deep as you want.”

Rachel moved from the bed, and sat down on the chaise lounge. Sam placed the head of his cock against Becky’s ‘back door’, then gently grasped her waist. Becky rocked back slowly, taking more and more of his cock deep in her ass. Soon, his thick pubes were caressing her butt-cheeks.

“You okay, Beck?” Sam asked.

“Oh yes!” she said, “You feel so good inside me!”

“Start out easy.” Rachel said, “Shallow, strokes.”

Sam withdrew less than a quarter of his length, then fed it back in.

“Ughhhh.” Becky moaned.

“I’m not hurting you. Am I?”

“No. No! This feels so good!”

Rachel reached underneath the chaise and retrieved her (favorite) monster dildo. “Pick up your pace.” she encouraged, “Becky will tell you if it gets too intense.”

“Is that okay with you, Beck?” he asked.

“Yes. Yes!” Becky said, “Please Sam. Fuck me. Fuck my ass!”

Rachel drew her knees up, and slipped the dildo deep inside her pussy, then started fucking herself with it. “Don’t worry, Sam.” she coached, “She can take it.”

With each stroke, Becky’s butt loosened its grip on Sam’s cock. Rachel watched, as her friend’s large breasts swayed rhythmically with each thrust. The moment had become surreal. As Rachel watched, she began to imagine that it was her, receiving the analyzation.

“Yes, baby. Yes!” Becky cried, “Fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck meeeee!”

Rachel couldn’t take her eyes off of Becky’s pendulous breasts. The sound of Sam’s balls slapping against his lover’s thighs was her only distraction.

“Fuck me. Ugh. Fuck my ass. Ughhh! Fuck meeeeee!” Becky cried.

Sam canlı bahis siteleri quickened his pace.

“Rugh. Rugh. Rugh.”

With each thrust, he voiced his effort.

“Yes. Yesssss!” Becky hissed.

“Fuck her! Fuck her hard!” Rachel encouraged.

Becky’s breasts swayed wildly as she rocked back to meet each thrust. “Oh god Beck. Beck! I’m . . . I’m cumming!” Sam groaned.

“Cum inside meeeeee ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” Becky cried.

Rachel withdrew the dildo and began fingering herself frantically.

Sam pulled Becky’s hips to his. His cock began to erupt. Becky raised up and leaned back, molding her body to his; making sure that his cock remained buried inside her. With his right hand, Sam reached around and caressed her breasts. With his left, he held her close. Lovingly, he covered her neck and shoulders with hot, little kisses.

“That was incredible.” he whispered, “You’re incredible.”

Becky slid her hips forward, freeing Sam’s cock. She twisted, and lay back, pulling him to her.

Rachel arched her back. Her fingers became a blur. Orgasm overtook her. “Aaaaaahhhhh. . . “

**********************

“Rachel?” Becky said, “Would you get my purse for me? Please?”

With great effort, Rachel fought to bring herself back to reality. Almost zombie-like, she walked to the living room and returned with Becky’s oversized bag.

“Laying on the top is a letter from Jeff.” Becky said, “Take it out and read it.”

“Something from Jeff?”

Rachel sat the purse on the dresser, opened the envelope and read: “Hi Sweetheart. If you’re reading this, I know that a couple things are true. First, you’re naked. Second, Becky has an ass full of cum. Third, and most important, she and Sam have decided to give you a thank you present. If you’re interested.

“When we got married, you said you were a virgin, and that you regretted having never had sex with anyone but me. Well, here’s your chance. If you want, Sam’s willing to give that gorgeous ass of yours the kind of fucking I know you enjoy. The only thing I ask, is that Becky stays in the room with you the whole time. It’s your call.

“Love you.

“Jeff.”

Rachel’s hands began to shake. Her eyes darted between Sam and Becky. She stared at his large, limp cock. Tried to imagine it sliding in and out of her butt. The idea excited her.

“Well?” Becky asked.

Rachel smiled and nodded.

Both Becky and Sam moved from the bed, and invited Rachel over.

“To get things started,” Sam said, “would it be okay if I gave you an enema?”

Once more, Rachel smiled, sheepishly this time, and nodded. Becky picked up a large bath towel and spread it out in the middle of the bed. “Lay down; on your left side.” Becky said, mimicking the instructions Rachel had issued earlier, “Pull your right knee to your chest.”

Mindlessly, Rachel followed Becky’s directions. Sam sat down on the bed behind her, opened the tube of k-y and squeezed a generous amount onto his middle finger. Using a light, circular motion, he covered her puckered hole with the jelly. Brazenly, he pressed his finger past her protesting outer rings and began to explore her inner reaches.

“Mmmmm.” Rachel moaned.

Sam withdrew his finger completely, then slipped it back inside her. Again. And again. A slow, taunting, finger-fuck. Rachel began to squirm against his touch. A small orgasm washed over her. A moment later, Becky returned from the bathroom with a mineral-oil enema. She removed the orange cap, then handed it to Sam.

“Ready?” he asked.

Rachel nodded: braced herself for the insertion. Tentatively, Sam placed the tip against her well-prepared bung, and gently worked it into her rectum.

Rachel drew a quick breath.

Sam applied pressure to the bottle, sending the mineral oil deep into her soon-to-be-fucked bowels. It didn’t take him long to empty the bottle.

“Ease it out, slowly.” Becky said.

As he did, instinctively, Rachel reached down between her legs to begin playing with her pussy. To her surprise, Becky grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “No, no.” Becky scolded, “Let us do all the work.”

Rachel smiled to herself and tried to comprehend the reality that enveloped her. Becky picked up the little vibrator and slipped it passed Rachel’s glistening outer lips, and pressed the tip against her clit. She turned it on.

Sam watched in fascination as Becky worked the vibrator over and around Rachel’s clit.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh!” Rachel cried.

Becky switched the vibrator to high-speed and continued to masturbate Rachel with it.

The inevitable urge began to build. Rachel tried to fight it. The expertise with which Becky was manipulating the vibrator was delivering wave after wave of pleasure that Rachel did not want to end.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm.” she moaned.

Becky kept up her skillful ways.

An encore of mini-orgasms attacked Rachel. She tried desperately to hold the enema in. It was a losing battle. Like a woman possessed, she scrambled from the bed, and hurried to the bathroom. canlı bahis Just in time. When she returned, Sam sat waiting with the saline enema to ‘finish the job’: Becky stood by the edge of the bed holding the monster dildo that Rachel had so recently tossed aside.

“You okay, Rachel?” Sam asked. She eyed the imposing latex phallus, nodded, then crawled back onto the bed. As before, Sam coated her butt-hole with k-y; then began to administer the enema.

“I thought we’d try something different this time.” Becky said, “As I recall from your film debut, you were a little scared that you couldn’t handle anything this big in your pussy. I know the feeling. The first time I saw Sam’s beautiful cock, I felt the same way. But, just as I learned how wonderful his cock could feel once he put it inside me, I noticed that you’ve learned the same thing about this lovely imposter.”

Rachel thought back to that day, and smiled. Sam removed the syringe from her butt, and gave her exposed ass a gentle smack. Becky giggled at the surprised look on Rachel’s face.

“Spread her pussy lips for me.” Becky whispered.

Sam licked his index and middle fingers, then ran them between Rachel’s sticky pussy lips and peeled them back. Becky deep-throated the dildo, then eased it into the far reaches of Rachel’s pussy.

“Ughhhhhhhhh!” Rachel cried.

Slowly, Becky began to fuck Rachel using long, measured strokes.

“Mmm. Ughh. Mmm. Ughh. Mmm.”

The idea of having another woman fuck her like this had always intrigued Rachel. Once, when she was fifteen, her (older) sister and some of her friends had allowed her to tag along on a camping trip, and watch as they initiated the newest member of their private sorority. Thinking back, she remembered the look of terror/ anticipation on the pledge’s face as the others stripped her naked, held her down and fucked her with a dildo that was not much smaller than the one Becky was now using. She remembered fearing; no, wishing that she would be next.

“Mmmm! Ughhhh!”

Becky picked up the pace. Rachel wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

“Ughhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” It was all too unbelievable.

Becky continued her assault. She pushed the full length deep in Rachel’s pussy and began rotating the dildo. “Ughhhh!!”

The pressure building in Rachel’s bowels began to overpower the orgasms that had been demanding her full attention. Once more, she scrambled from the bed, and ran to the bathroom.

Once more she returned to continue the game.

“Lay down on your stomach with the pillow under your hips.” Becky instructed.

Rachel crawled onto the bed and stretched out. Becky picked up the string of anal beads and the tube of k-y, then sat down next to Rachel. She wiped the beads clean, then removed the cap from the k-y and coated the first bead. With a gentle touch, she worked the first bead inside Rachel’s bung. To her surprise, she accepted it easily. As she did the second. Third. Fourth. And fifth.

“You’re nowhere near as tight as I was.” Becky said.

“Practice.” was the only response Rachel could muster.

Becky smiled. Then; as Sam had done with her, teased the first bead from Rachel’s ass. The slight, popping sound it made, elicited a giggle from Becky. A soft moan from Rachel. A twitch from Sam’s cock.

Becky continued freeing the beads.

Sam’s cock continued to grow hard.

Rachel continued to moan her pleasure.

One bead remained. As slowly as she could, Becky tugged it from Rachel’s ass. She eyed the dildo. A wicked grin crept across her lips. She picked up the dildo and placed it against Rachel’s glistening asshole and pressed it in.

“Uuuuuuuggggggghhhh!”

“Do you want me to stop?” Becky asked.

A rapid head-shake conveyed Rachel’s desires. Becky took her cue and began fucking Rachel with the dildo. Sam reached over and began stroking Becky’s pussy. She shifted her position to give him better access. Rachel lay as still as she could; her eyes closed tight; her attention focused on the dildo slipping in and out of her hungry ass.

She didn’t last long.

“Ooooo. Mmmm. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”

Nor did Becky.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Sam withdrew his fingers from Becky’s drenched pussy. His cock was throbbing, and his desire to fuck Rachel’s ass was stronger than ever. “My turn.” he said softly.

Becky removed the dildo from Rachel’s ass, got off the bed and stretched out on the chaise lounge.

Sam gently moved Rachel’s legs wide apart, then knelt between them. He leaned forward until the head of his cock rested against Rachel’s gaping hole. He placed his hands on either side of her chest, then slowly entered her.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!” was Rachel’s response.

Sam dropped down onto his elbows and pressed himself to Rachel’s back. His full ten-inch length filled her completely. He raised his hips slightly, then lowered them. Again; and again; and again; and again.

The sight of her lover fucking another woman’s ass was extremely erotic for Becky. As Sam took Rachel with short, languid, shallow strokes, Becky found herself wishing that it was she, he was fucking so thoroughly.

“Fuck her faster.” she heard herself encouraging.

“Please?” Rachel begged, “Fuck me faster. Harder.”

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My name is Laura. I’m 5’3″, light skinned and blonde, lean with muscle definition. I am married to a white man named James but also have a secret latin lover named Ramoñ.

Ramoñ loves when I behave like a whore. He eggs it on and wants to hear about all the sexual adventures I have, far from my husband’s eyes. Every time I mess around with other men, I send him pictures, video, or audio while I’m doing it, to drive his imagination wild. And then I write the story for him so he knows every detail of my whoring. These are those stories.

————

I was tired of work and needed a vacation. I called my friend Sarah.

“Let’s go to the beach,” I said, thinking of walking around in the sunshine in my tiny black bikini, letting men’s eyes slide over my curves.

“I need a girl’s vacation.”

Three weeks later, we were both on planes to Florida, headed to Panama City Beach for a weekend of debauchery.

By now, Ramoñ and I had been messing around for more than two years. He was excited to hear I was going on another girl’s trip. He knew what I was capable of from my last vacation, to Vegas. He remembered how I drove him crazy on that trip. He was expecting more of the same. But he had no idea what I had up my sleeve for this trip.

The First Night

Sarah arrived at the hotel at 9, a couple hours after I did. I was in the room and she came up.

When I let her in, she immediately said, “I’m here and I’m ready for a party, just let me get dressed!”

I laughed and said I wanted to go for a walk on the beach first because it’s gorgeous out- the nightlife will still be there in an hour. She said okay. We ended up walking a long way, catching up on life. I hadn’t really talked to her for months. Lots to talk about. Around midnight we went into the hotel bar to get a drink, and took a seat in comfy chairs by the wall.

We finished our first drinks, and we went up to the bar to get a second round. A guy was sitting on a barstool next to Sarah, and he started talking to her. We got our drinks and she kept talking to him so I stayed standing at the bar. At the other end of the bar were three guys sitting and talking to each other. One of them kept glancing at me. I smiled at him. He smiled back. I told Sarah I was going to go talk to them and she said okay.

I went over there, and while I was walking over one of the guys got up out of his bar seat and gestured to me to sit down. I smiled, accepted the seat, and then asked why he kept looking over at me. güvenilir bahis

He shrugged, “who wouldn’t?”

I laughed. I was just in shorts and a t-shirt, having just come in from a walk on the beach. Still had on beach sandals. I took a long drink, feeling the buzz, and asked what he did for a living. I would judge he was about 55. White guy. He said he was a pilot, name was John. The other two guys were also pilots, one white, about 40ish and the other black, maybe 40, named Keith. I started talking to them about places they’ve flown to and their favorite travel destinations. It was a lively conversation.

I finished my second drink, Keith offered to buy me another. I looked over at Sarah and the guy, and watched as they got up and went out the door to the beach. I assumed they were going to walk on the beach, so I ordered a third drink. Talked to the pilots some more. At some point I realized the guy Sarah was with is back at the bar but Sarah is not there. I texted her, asked where she was. Talked to the pilots some more as I waited for a response.

Sarah finally texted back, “I was falling asleep so I just went upstairs and crashed.” At least I knew she was safe.

It was about 3AM. Knowing Sarah wasn’t coming back, I put my hand on Keith’s knee and asked if he was staying in the hotel. He pulled his key out from his pocket. It was still in the little folder that the front desk receptionist put the keys in, with the room number written on the little folder. He showed me the number. He said if I want I can head up and he’ll meet me there.

“Why not walk up together?”

He said he didn’t want his friends to know he was going to a room with a girl half his age. I laughed.

“Let me get this straight. You’re going to have sex with a girl half your age but you don’t want your friends to know? That doesn’t sound legit. Are you married? You don’t want them to know you’re cheating on your wife?”

He suddenly looked like a deer in headlights and I laughed again.

“They’re going to know… Maybe you should invite them to watch.”

Keith sputtered, “What?”

I repeated, louder, “You should invite them to watch.”

John heard me and immediately said he wanted to watch.

Keith sputtered, “What?” again.

I turned to John and said, “I’ll let you watch.”

He said okay. And we both looked at Keith.

When Keith didn’t say anything, I put my hand on his knee and said I’ll head up to the room, wait for him there. I went up. Less güvenilir bahis siteleri than three minutes later, they both came up in the elevator. Keith unlocked the door, led me in. Immediately leaned down, started kissing me. Gently, not hard. Moving his hands around me, firmly but not roughly. He moved his hands up under my shirt and I reached down and pulled it over my head. He started kissing my neck. I unhooked my bra and let it drop. I looked over and saw John sitting in the hotel desk chair. He was watching intently, drinking in every move.

I kept making out with Keith and reached down to unbutton my shorts, slid them and my panties down, stepped out of them, kicking off my sandals at the same time. Stood there completely naked, being kissed by Keith while John watched him run his hands all over my naked body. Keith undressed himself without breaking from the kissing, then pulled me over to the bed, pushed me back on it. Broke the kissing just long enough to go into the bathroom and get a condom.

He came back out, put the condom on. I obediently opened my legs, as wide as they would go. He slid himself into my pussy easily. I was so wet. He started thrusting, not hard or fast but not gently either. In and out in a building rhythm. Just as his breathing got heavy, I put my hands flat on his chest. He looked at me questioningly.

“I want you in my ass,” I whispered.

He halted for just a half-second in his thrusting, as if he wasn’t sure he heard me right, then started up again, thrusting a couple more times. I repeated, more loudly this time, that I wanted him to put it in my ass. This time Keith stopped.

He took himself out of my pussy and positioned himself at the entrance to my asshole. He slowly pushed in, taking his time. When he got all the way in I let out a sigh.

“Oh yeah.”

I heard John in the corner take in a sharp breath. I looked over. He was touching himself outside of his pants. Keith started thrusting into my ass harder and harder and a minute or two later I could tell he was getting really close to orgasm. I put my hands on his chest again.

“I want you to come on me, I want your come on my body.”

He immediately stopped thrusting, pulled out, took off the condom in one swift move, and kneeled next to me on the bed. He started jerking himself off. I reached my head up, lick-sucked the tip of his dick. I wanted to get the money shot. A few seconds later, his come was all over my chest.

I smiled up at him.

“I want iddaa siteleri a picture.”

He immediately backed up. “Oh no, I’m not doing that,” he said.

“Not of you, don’t worry. I want you to take a picture of me with your come on my chest. With my phone, not yours. My phone is in my shorts pocket, over there. Can you get it for me?”

He looked at me funny.

“I want to show my boyfriend. He’s going to love seeing your come on me,” I explained.

Keith looked skeptical. Then John got up from the corner, hard on clearly evident, went over to my shorts, found my phone and handed it to me. I unlocked it, clicked on the camera app, and handed it back to him. I told him to make sure he gets my face and come-covered chest. He took the photos. Then he handed the phone back to me.

While John was taking the photos, Keith had gone to the bathroom and came back with a hand towel for me to wipe myself off. I smiled and shook off the offering, put the phone down on the bed, looked at him right in the eyes, and used my finger to lick up his come. Both of them stood there next to the bed and watched me lick up every last drop of it. Every. Last. Drop. Then I got off the bed, slowly dressed. I walked toward the door.

“I better go find my friend now. Thanks for the drink!” I added as I left the two of them in the room.

I texted the picture of my come-covered chest and my smiling face to Ramoñ while I was waiting for the elevator.

He texted back, “About time I get a nude”.

I responded, “That’s come on me, in case you couldn’t tell…”

And suddenly my phone rang in my hand. It was Ramoñ.

“I want details,” he said.

I told him the entire story, start to finish. He groaned when I told him about how I wanted John to watch.

“You’re such a slut,” he growled on the phone.

His breathing quickened when I told him how I opened my legs wide for Keith. And when I told him I asked Keith to fuck me in the ass, he came. I heard him groan loudly and I stopped the story.

“Did he come in your ass?” I heard him ask a second later.

“No,” I replied. “I asked him to come on my body. I knew you’d want the money shot.”

And then I heard him come again, even louder, on the phone.

“You’re such a good little whore,” he moaned.

We talked for another few minutes until I reminded him that he has to be up for work in a couple hours.

“I’ll never get to sleep again. My mind is going crazy. I love how much of a whore you are,” he replied.

As we got off the phone, and I went to my hotel room to find Sarah and get in bed, I got a text from Ramoñ: “You dirty little whore,” he wrote.

I smiled. I knew he was masturbating to my adventures again.

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The room is dark.

From my view from the bathroom I see you asleep on your stomach, face pressed up against the pillow. You look satisfied and I can’t help but smile. I touch my neck, feeling your teeth marks. My skin is raised and sensitive where you let loose. What we just did leaves me speechless. My legs are still shaky…my body still floating listlessly.

Inside me though there is a fire burning. Turning my head back to the mirror I look at myself. My face is flushed with excitement…lips slightly swollen…partly from biting them and partly from being constantly in contact with yours. My hair is beyond tamable and says one thing: Well-fucked. I lost track of how many times your hand sunk into it and gripped it firmly but my scalp tingles in memory.

I slide my hand down my chest grazing a nipple. I can see it hardening beneath the lace of my lingerie and I flinch remembering the grip you had them in just hours earlier. I want to stay there…being greedy…enjoying the current that travels down to my pussy as I play. But I move further down to the smooth plane of my stomach until I encounter the one thing that still needs satisfying.

My hand connects with the protruding smooth shape that juts out from between my legs. I grip it in my hand…warming it. I look down, seeing my pink girl cock strapped on…an extension of me…a source of pleasure for you. Turning away I walk into the bedroom, stopping by the bedside table to retrieve a small bottle of oil. My eyes seek out the shape of your sexy ass beneath the sheet. I take a deep breath to slow the excitement that rises in me. In an instant…electric pulsing need beats deep inside my cunt. I want you spread open and shaking with need for me.

From my stance at the bottom of the bed I lift a hand and begin pulling the sheet from your naked body. Inch by inch you are revealed to me. When it slides up over the curve of your ass I bite my tender lip to stop from groaning out loud and waking you. I have other plans in store for you. Crawling up onto the bed I gently kneel between your spread legs. I reach out and slide my hand up your thighs to the supple curve of your furry ass, my thumb delving into the crease. I want kaçak iddaa to dip lower but I restrain my movements to light massaging touches.

After a while they grow stronger, my fingers dig into your cheeks to pull them apart…releasing after a brief look and then pulling them apart to stare longer. I know you can feel the heat of my gaze on your asshole…my hunger for this part of you. I can’t resist and my fingers slide down to your exposed taint and balls. I feel you shift as I travel back up, this time my thumbs move deeper, grazing across the wrinkled skin of your pucker. I groan inwardly…wanting in there so bad. I tell myself to wait…that there will be time to give in to those urges.

Your head turns on the pillow, eyes alert and aroused as you look back to see me with my new cock strapped on running my thumb in circles around your hole. There is so much intensity generated in our gaze it nearly steals my breath away. I find my voice and say, “I need to be inside you.”

There is no hesitation as we have done this once before. I feel your ass push up into my fingers and you say, “Then fuck me baby girl…I need your pretty girl cock as much as I need your cunt…your mouth.”

I expel the breath I have been holding. Hearing you say cunt…that you need my cock is all I needed to hear. I smile and nod and see you begin to turn over. My hand is firm on your ass as I stop you. “No,” I say. “I want your ass from behind…this time.”

Your hesitation is fleeting but it’s there. Fucking you from behind is not something you envisioned. “If you need my ass that way baby girl then take it.”

I wink back at you and begin kissing down your back, and over your ass. I give your hole two slow teasing licks of my tongue and moan my approval. “Your ass babe…you taste fucking delicious to me.” I say between another couple of licks, this time burrowing my tongue inside your tight musky heat. I wiggle my tongue, feeling you squirm into the vibrations I’m bringing to your nerve endings. Then holding your ass open I begin fucking you with my tongue…quick little darts and long penetrating strokes.

After a minute I work my finger in and tickle my tongue along the sensitive kaçak bahis rim as I move slowly in and out. I can feel you clenching around my finger each time I pull out and I know how good it feels for you to be penetrated. I add another finger and lay down on the bed to lick your balls and taint in time with my finger fucking. You take it all and begin grinding your cock against the bed, pushing back into my fingers driving them deeper and deeper.

My cunt is on fire and I find myself fucking it into the bed to relieve the pressure. “Now baby, ” I moan moving back onto my knees and pull you up to yours. Wrapping my arms around you I press my body against the length of yours and rub my tits into your back. Reaching down I stroke your hard leaking cock once…twice until you groan my name. “I want you to lower yourself onto my cock this time…I want you to take it all in for me.”

I hear you groan “Yes,” and I pump your cock once more. Holding my cock at the base I position the head against your hole and feel you begin to press down on it. The pressure hits directly against my clit and I can’t help but push up into it. “That’s it yes…take it…every inch you take makes my cunt throb.”

In a loud growl I feel you impale yourself on my cock and I cry out “Oh god baby!” holding you to me. Our bodies merge, no space between them. It’s heaven. I let you adjust, playing with your balls and cock..kissing your back, whispering how fucking good it is to be inside you. When I feel you begin to squirm I start fucking in and out at a slow pace.

Angling my cock towards your balls as I sink in, I graze that spot that drives you wild. Fucking you from this angle is incredible…my hips bouncing against your ass at a nice steady pace creates a delicious wet noise that drives me faster into your hot ass. “The heat in my pussy is so extreme I feel my orgasm hovering with every movement. “Oh god..” I cry out, my fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck me hard baby girl!” you grunt out and I can hear your arousal heavy and strong.

“I’m so close baby…bend over for me…please,” I beg.

You do and I am breathless for a moment as I see your ass on display like this…filled by my pink cock. illegal bahis The hunger inside me rises to a fevered pitch. I grab onto your hips and pull you back on the last exposed inch of my cock with a moan. I hear the breath leave you as you adjust and I feel the tension in your body as you brace yourself. I hesitate for a moment not certain if I can go there with you.

As if reading my mind you turn back to face me, your eyes dark and serious. “I know what you need baby girl and I want you to take it. Don’t you dare fucking hold back…give it to me!”

Shocked and relieved, I bite my lip and pull out of you to the tip, mesmerized by the stretch of your tight ring around my girlcock. Gripping your ass with both hands I slam home, grinding my hips in hard. Working off an instinct as old as time I set up a steady pounding rhythm as I pull your ass back with each motion. It feels so right to fuck you like this and I begin to lose myself in the absolute joy of it. “Fuck baby…take my cock…every…hard…inch…of it!”

I hear you grunt out an incoherent string of words but I don’t stop…the pressure against my clit intensifies with each thrust, reverberating deep into my cunt, teasing my gspot. My pussy is beyond swollen and soaked as I tap in to my base urge to penetrate…to fuck. “Ugh…baby…I need you to cum…can’t hold back!”

My hand slides from its grip on your ass and reaches around to find your cock hard and wet, pulled tight against your body. I encircle it and the sound out of your mouth tells me you’re close. Every slam of my hips forward drives you into my tight fist. I pick up my pace, our sweaty bodies smacking together in a lewd and delicious way. It’s too much, every thrust grazing your sweet spot and my clit sends us both over the edge in a chorus of loud moans. “Yessss!! Oh fuck baby…!!”

My cunt explodes into a burst of spasms and waves of pleasure so intense my legs buckle and I collapse against your back as your cock jerks and pulses in my hand. When the last stream of cum pumps out we slowly sink to the bed on our sides. My cock still buried deep inside you I feel your hand cover mine and gently bring it up to rest over your chest. Emotion so strong rises in me in that moment and I need to express it. “Baby…”

“Shh baby girl it’s okay…I know…I have a hot ass.”

I smile and snicker into your back. “That you do babe…that you do.”

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It is the first meeting of the year for the community child care centre. All parents and kids are invited. Being a single mother with a four year old, I am there with my son, Troy. I need to go back to full time work and he is old enough to be in care five days a week. I know a couple of the mums and recognise a few others from the park and the shops. It’s interesting to meet the husbands of those that have them and fill out the picture on each as we sip our wine and nibble nuts.

Then I see a couple come in. She seems to know the staff – must have older kids who have been through before – and immediately engages the coordinator in conversation, a worried look on her face. Her husband is a small nuggetty man, dark complexion, good head of hair, snappy dresser. He looks around the room, sizing up each woman. His eyes turn to me and zero in on my tits before lifting. He sees that I have been watching him and smiles. I give him a neutral stare. I recognise him as one of those guys that will fuck anything in a skirt – and probably most things in trousers. He shrugs and continues his appraisal of the flesh here tonight. I wait for him to return to me. Which he does, smiling when he sees himself being appraised in turn, confident that he now has a target for his charms. Well, maybe he does. I could use a bit of loving; a bit of male company. Christ, just a decent screw would be good!

Troy is getting on OK with the other kids so I take my glass of wine and step outside by the sand pit. There are two or three others out there smoking and I fish in my hand bag for a cigarette. I have just got one out when Mr Smooth is there flicking a lighter for me. I ignore him, find my own lighter and take a nice long drag. He is not the slightest bit put out and insists on engaging me in conversation. A good sign – I like a guy with persistence; I like the games you can play with them.

He tells me that he is a senior sales manager in a big import export firm (yawn), loves to drive his BMW series 3 down the coast on weekends (compensating for something?), works out three days a week and plays competitive tennis (save it for the locker room), and travels to Paris a couple of times a year (no doubt faxing ahead to the brothels that he’s on his way). I fend off his questions with grunts or silence, though give him a bit of encouragement with my eyes. He picks it up and asks me for my number. I ignore him, finish my ciggy and go back inside. My friend Patty has witnessed the whole thing and gives me a smile (half sympathy half congratulations) saying it was good to see me slap down that shark and he won’t bother me again.

I think she’s wrong (god knows she’s got a pathetic track record where men are concerned). If I’m as good a judge of male ego as I used to be, then I’ve merely challenged his ability to ‘pull’. I’m counting on it. Sure enough, when I get Troy and leave, I hear him telling his wife that he’s got to move the beamer before he gets a ticket. I’m twenty metres down the street when he comes out and trots up behind me. ‘Karen,’ he says.

‘How do you know my name?’ I ask, turning and giving him a steady look.

‘Saw it on the register,’ he says smugly. And if he saw the register he also saw my address. Resourceful, I think to myself. Another good sign. I give him a slightly hostile stare. ‘Nick,’ he says, introducing himself and holding out his hand, giving me a long look up and down. I allow him a tight smile but don’t take his hand. Troy is pulling on me, saying mummy, mummy. I turn and walk on. ‘I’ll see you round,’ Nick says to my retreating back and I raise a hand slightly but don’t turn.

It is Saturday morning and I am lazing about. Troy has his fortnightly weekend with his father and even though it is after 9am, I am in bed reading the paper. There’s a knock at the door. It is Nick and I stare at him there in his tennis gear, fit looking and tanned, legs and forearms powerful and hairy. He says he was passing and, since he had a few minutes bahis siteleri up his sleeve, thought he’d drop in. I don’t say anything, but he is not the least bit uncomfortable standing there and says how about a cup of coffee. With a show of reluctance, I step inside and he follows me. Actually, I don’t mind his visit, just wish I had some make up on and some decent clothes. On the other hand, he probably doesn’t care that my lips aren’t painted and it may be a bonus that I have just a summer nightie under my short gown. As I walk down the hall, I feel his eyes on my bare legs, all the way up to my thighs, and I sway my hips a little ‘cos it makes me feel like a woman.

I put on the kettle and fuss with coffee grounds and plunger. In the process, my gown loosens a little and when I turn and put cups and milk on the table, I see that his eyes go straight to the cleavage that has been revealed. I lean further forward to put a plate of biscuits down and know that he can probably see down as far as the top of my nipples – which start to crinkle at the thought. I want to rub them, but act nonchalant as I sit across the table. Nick is talking a mile a minute – his up coming tennis game, his up coming business trip. Yeah, I think, what about your up coming cock?

I reach for a cigarette – the third for the day already, but what the hell – and this time let him light it. I feel his shoe brush my bare calf and give him a measured stare, blowing smoke across the table. He smiles confidently and his foot presses harder.

‘Look Nick,’ I say in a world weary voice. ‘Why exactly are you here?’

He grins expansively and says how he enjoyed our conversation the other nights (is that what he calls a conversation?), feels a real friendship (give me a break!), and figures I feel the same way (huh?). I give him a pained smile and move my leg away. He prattles on and I finish smoking, giving him another view of womanly curves as I stand to clear the dishes. I am at the sink and hear him step up behind me. He puts his arms around my waist, whispers that I’m sexy as hell and driving him crazy, and kisses the side of my neck, his hands shifting up to cup my boobs. I struggle a bit, but not too much, saying what does he think he is doing. He kisses my neck and whispers what a sexy chick I am, and I feel his cock hard against my behind. His fingers find my nipples.

I decide to let it happen. I was probably going to fuck him anyway, but don’t know if I have the patience to play this out the way I normally would. He’s not the kind of guy I usually go for, but there’s a certain attraction in his cock-suredness and single-mindedness. I’m not sure I’d enjoy the preliminaries, anyway. Even so, he is going to have to ‘take’ me.

I squirm and twist away and say what the fuck do you think you’re doing. He says he wants me and steps forward and plants a kiss on my mouth. Even with his tennis shoes he is shorter than me. I resist, but don’t break away from his lips too quickly. His hands are everywhere and by the time I push him away, my gown is open and one breast is swaying outside my nightie. I give him a defiant look and he gives a helpless shrug and says he can’t help himself when he’s alone with such a sexy woman. I allow my look to soften a little and he steps forward and kisses me again. Although I don’t resist, I don’t respond either. Nor do I push away his roaming hands – which are on my breasts, under my nightie squeezing my buttocks, then searching in my snatch – until he tries to insert a finger in my vagina. Then I squirm out of his embrace again and tell him to fuck off. He smiles confidently ‘cos he has tweaked my hard nipples and felt the wetness between my legs. He reaches up, cups the side of my neck, and pulls me down to my knees. I make him use a lot of force, but once down I wait passively while he unbuttons his shorts, pushes them down and steps out of them. His cock is hard, a bit shorter than average, and quite thick. His groin is very hairy, but the hair canlı bahis siteleri is soft and clean smelling.

He wipes his cock over my lips, but I don’t respond. He grabs my lower jaw and squeezes. When my mouth opens, he jabs his cock in and hisses at me to suck it. I do, but very lightly, tasting him, secretly enjoying the maleness and hot pulsing power. He loses patience and begins to buck his hips, jabbing his cock back and forth. This is not a problem, and I quite enjoy it. His cock head barely reaches to the back of my mouth and, although thick, is not uncomfortable. I am getting aroused and want to pinch my nipples and ease the horniness in my parts. I compensate by sucking at the hot shaft a bit. Nick chuckles at this conquest and tells me to show him how much I love his cock (Jesus, what an ego). I don’t do anything more that suck lightly at the slick pole as it glides between my lips. He holds still for a moment with just the head in my mouth and I relent a little and lick the satiny helmet, tongue the piss hole. Fuck yeah, baby! he grunts then tells me to suck his balls. I let his cock free and it springs up and slaps against his hairy thick belly. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a cock that hard! His balls are hairy and, as it turns out, sensitive. I barely tug at the first one with my lips and he is just about swooning.

He can’t bear it for long and gasps at me to suck his cock again. I wait for him to feed it to me. This time I am a little more enthusiastic and display some of my oral talent. He chuckles as I flatten my tongue along his length and constrict the back of my mouth; then groans and goes weak at the knees as I take his knob into my throat and slip the tip of my tongue out and lick his scrotum. I don’t think he notices that I have a hand busy between my legs.

He is making such constant noise, that I wonder if he is about to cum. I’m not sure I want this – not that I mind a splash of semen in the mouth, but right now I need some fucking. It’s been a while and a gal does have certain needs…

I needn’t have worried, ‘cos Nick turns out to want some pussy. He tries to push me onto my back, but the floor is hard and I complain. He grabs my hand and drags me to my feet and hurriedly through to the bedroom. I want it from behind and fall onto hands and knees on the unmade bed. Nick is on me like a dog, his cock going in hard. The girth is delicious and I gasp and moan. He ruts like an animal, grunts like an animal, sweats like an animal. I grunt in return, his slamming cock driving the air from my lungs. The mattress is squeaking and bouncing. Sheets and blankets are all bunched up as he drives me about, that cock tirelessly plunging into my womb. My head is wedged into the mattress and my fingers are clamped around my clit, which bulges forward from its hood with each thrust. By undulating my hips each time he plunges forward, I can get some nice action on my g-spot. I cum hard. Nick keeps fucking, but I have to get away from that relentless pole and wrench forward and curl up as the intense orgasm washes through me.

Nick spoons me and I feel his cock probing between my labia. My pussy is still convulsing and it is just too intense. No more! I gasp. Nick kisses and nips my neck and whispers OK in my ear. I feel his wet cock slide into my bum crack, then lodge against my anus.

‘No! Please!’ I beg, still panting from the last of my climax.

‘Don’t worry, babe,’ he says, holding me in a bear hug and biting my ear lobe. ‘You’re going to like this also.’

Well, maybe I was going to like it, but he was going to have to take this too. Which he promptly does – but not without a struggle. He has to clamp his arms tight about me and then roll me onto my front so that I am pinned beneath his weight. His hard eager cock, slick with my juices, presses through my pucker and I yelp and squirm, mostly for effect. He continues to whisper in my ear that it is OK. ‘At least use some lubricant!’ I whine. He withdraws canlı bahis the inch or two he’d got in and massages spit around my clenching hole. I tell him there’s a tube of hand lotion behind him on the night table and he scrabbles for it, then quickly and carelessly applies a squirt into my crack. He holds his hand to my mouth and I bite down on the pongy fingers. Then he is working his cock back into my butt. I continue to struggle, but not enough to prevent him going all the way in a couple of steady thrusts.

I’d kinda forgotten how good a cock can feel wedged deep in your arse. But I don’t let on and, anyway, I’m getting a kick out of having to be subdued. What with all the heaving and grunting and slippery sweat – not to mention a stretched bung hole, mashed guts and a concealed finger on the love button – I am climbing back up that pleasure slope again. For a moment I think it isn’t going to be. Nick starts tensing and, grunting that he’s coming, unloads deep in my bowel. I think it is all over, but he keeps arching and driving that cock forward, gasping and saying fuck fuck fuck over and over, pressing my body hard into the mattress. He has the longest orgasm I’ve ever seen any guy have, and as he bucks and heaves it is just enough to tip me over the edge again. I let go and scream into the sheets and writhe and toss my head. Nick thinks I’m in pain and, when he’s calmed down, starts apologising. I cal him bastard and rapist and spit at him to get his fucking cock out of my butt. He eases it out, still part hard, stained and streaked (I haven’t had my morning constitutional yet). A ripe pungent smell fills the room (I can get a bit of a rush merely from the smell of just-fucked arse!) and Nick says he is going to have a shower. I yell at him to hurry up and get out.

I lie there for a moment wanting to fart, but worried that more than air will come out. I have too much pride to go into the bathroom while Nick is there so ease to my feet and awkwardly walk limp into the kitchen, slip on my gown and light a cigarette. Nick’s clutch bag is on the table. I open it, see a large wad of money – who carries over a thousand bucks on their way to play tennis? – and relieve him of three hundred dollars. I am back in bed when he comes out. He gives me a jaunty look – as if I should be grateful – and says it has been fantastic. I give him a sour glare and he says he has a few things on today but will be back around 5 and to see if I can find some sexy lingerie by then. I tell him to get stuffed, but he is already heading out the door.

I go to the bathroom, empty my bowels of air, semen and turds, then run the taps in the bath. As I wait for the tub to fill, I undress, wipe steam off the mirror and stand there. Face still young with clear complexion, large eyes and pouty lips. Not many wrinkles to the casual observer. Brown hair still thick and bouncy. Breasts large and relatively firm, almost symmetrical; tummy a little soft after carrying a child, but thighs tight and buttocks nicely shaped (though a bit big for my liking). Yeah – the body of a young healthy woman in the prime of life. Pity to keep it all to myself…. I take a long luxurious bath. My finger drifts down to my parts. I imagine Nick coming around later. He is pissed about the money. He pushes me around and tears off my blouse and skirt. I am only in a sheer cammie and lacy briefs. He spanks me telling me I’m a whore, that only whores take money for sex, that I owe him lots of sex for the money I took. I cry and whimper. He slaps my tits a bit then makes me blow him. He tortures my nipples as he fucks my face, ignoring my tears. He makes me eat his jism, suck him hard again then fucks me brutally over the arm of the couch. As he rams into me over and over he tells me he is going to come around every night for a month, so I better get used to it. Maybe he’ll bring a couple of friends….

The bath is getting cool and it’s nearly midday, so I stop fantasising and dry off. I dress, pick up Nick’s money and head to the mall. There’s a smart little boutique there that has some pretty slinky underwear. I’ll get something wispy that can be quickly removed…

Hope you liked this one! Let me know what you think. Luv Alicia.

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I came home from work today and my wife was waiting for me upstairs. It was our “date” night, when my inlaws took the kids to their house for a few hours so we could have some time alone and try to find our sanity, if only temporarily. Anyway, the house was already cleaned when I got home and my wife had already done her workout video and showered. Her hair was still a little wet and she was wearing some comfy around-the-house clothes. Still, the thought of her being all sweaty just a little while before and now being all cleaned up was so sexy. I kissed her and went into the bedroom to start undressing and putting my clothes away. In the meantime, she finished straightening up the kids’ rooms and then came into the bedroom.

“So, are you ready to see my underwear?” she cooed from across the room.

“If you’re ready to show it to me, baby,” I replied, trying my best not to sound like the horned-up adolescent we both knew I was at that moment. It was the one night each week that I actually got laid, and I couldn’t wait.

My wife then tugged at the waist of her pants and bent over low as her pants slid off her hips. Staring me in the face was the hottest little pair of black panties I had seen her in for quite some time. They were basically a full-cut bikini, but in the back there was a deep-plunging vee cut out that was “laced-up.” So there was her cute little coin slot just güvenilir bahis begging for a deposit.

My flag was already at half-mast when I came around the bed and took her in my arms. We kissed deeply and groped each other shamelessly, as if we hadn’t touched since the last date night. We hadn’t. My fingers slid inside the vee and teased her ass as our tongues touched.

Soon, I was sitting on the edge of the bed and my cock was in her mouth. I told her she picked the perfect panties for that position since I could check out her ass while she was on her knees. She was doing everything right with her mouth and I was hard as a rock right away. She started kneading my balls and I almost lost it. She seemed to be a different woman tonight. I was becoming totally wrapped up in this, forgetting all the usual hangups and restrictions. That’s when I knew what I had to do.

After working me into a ball-churning lather, she came up to kiss me and then I asked her if there was anywhere she would like me to kiss. She smiled coyly and spun around me toward the bed, turning onto her back so she could lay back with me between her legs. I quickly grabbed her hips and held her with her ass still in the air.

“No, this way,” I whispered in her ear.

“Oh, OK,” she said, a little bit surprised at the break of protocol. I think she knew what I had in mind, and I think she wanted it güvenilir bahis siteleri as well.

She bent over the edge of the bed and presented her beautiful booty to me, and I knelt to worship it. To me, her ass is still a work of art, although she worries it has gotten too big and soft after giving birth twice. I grabbed each cheek and began to kiss softly through the vee in her panties, on the top of her crack. I didn’t waste too much time pulling down the panties and instructing her to get her knees up on the edge of the bed so her ass and pussy would hang exposed over the side.

Now, I’ve tried in the past to explain to my wife what a glorious sight it is when you see a beautiful ass and pussy bent over just inches from your face, but she just doesn’t seem to understand why men find it so appealing. If only she could see what I was seeing, she would be a believer. I might as well have been staring at heaven itself. I tried not to seem overly eager as I extended my tongue and started to flick it over her exposed, vulnerable clit. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, and I thought that she just might be in the mood for this after all. It had been so long since I had filled my most urgent need and maybe tonight would be the night.

Her asshole began to call to me as I worked up and down along her pussy lips, sucking them in and darting my tongue inside her hole. It iddaa siteleri was so clean from the shower and the light was dancing on the ends of the faint little hairs around her puckered little brown spot. I was becoming delirious with desire and she was moaning unashamedly as she wiggled her ass in my face. I slowly licked up from her clit, along her cunt and soon felt the bump of her taint under the tip of my tongue. She couldn’t wait any longer for me to get up the courage so she dropped down a bit and backed her asshole onto my tongue. I thought I was going to shoot a load instantly as I found the tip of my tongue buried in her backdoor and my lips pressed up against her furry little ass crack.

All shame and anxiety left me as I realized how much my wife was loving the rimjob I was giving her. I reached a hand up to work her clit as I ate her asshole with reckless abandon. She was moaning like a whore and arching her back to give me full access to her most intimate places. I was happier than a kid in a candy store, eating her sweet asshole the way I had fantasized about so many times.

After a while, I just couldn’t wait to fuck her and cum inside her. I gave her one last lick from clit to crack and turned her over on the bed so I could get on top. She was just as ready, so we reached for the lube and the condom and got down to the fucking as soon as we could. Three orgasms for her and one toe-curler for me and we were laying on the bed in a sweaty heap, breathing hard and touching each other lightly.

“Now, that’s a date night,” she murmured as she snuggled against my chest and wrapped a leg over my waist.

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I’ve always liked massage, especially the sensuous kind. Stroke and caress me and I’m like putty.

I had found that the massage part of the activities at massage parlors was lots of fun for me, perhaps more so that the so-called happy ending part. The sexual part always seemed so much like a business transaction. It felt like a contest between seeing how fast the provider could make me finish, and how long I could hold out. I once even gave a massage gal some extra cash just to continue the stroking and caressing instead of stroking my johnson.

I found myself in New York City once with a desire for something sensual. I found a listing in a local rag and called to make an appointment. When I got there we went through the usual preliminaries. Once I was naked and waiting on a table, Margaret, the “massage therapist” came in, introduced herself, and began massaging my front, which was somewhat unusual. Typically in these places, they massage your back lightly, turn you over, massage your front until they get to your privates. They try to get you all worked up, and then offer you the menu of “other services.”

This gal began by massaging my chest from above my head. As she brushed my nipples, a shock coursed through me and she noticed me shiver. “You OK hun?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just that I’m sorta sensitive there. Not bad sensitive, just very sensitive.”

She proceeded to massage my pecs, but she then made it a point to come in contact with my nipples, until she finally placed the balls of her index fingers right on them and rotated them a bit. They responded quickly and became hard little nubs. She then grasped them between her fingers and thumbs and as she did, she could see the towel that was draped over my middle began to tent. As she continued, I got so turned on my hips began to move, almost involuntarily.

“Ooh, hun, we’ll definitely have to come back to these later.” Her promise of future delights made me even more eager.

She had me turn over, which wasn’t all that easy given the erection I was sporting by that time. Laying down on it wasn’t very comfortable either. She giggled at my predicament but didn’t offer to do anything about it. What could she do anyway?

She began massaging my shoulders, then got up on the massage table and straddled my upper thighs. She began massaging my lower back. As she tried to move her legs lower, they caught the towel that covered my ass and pulled it with her. Was that intentional?

Her hands then began to massage my upper thighs and butt cheeks. And when she did, I again began to get aroused. I began to push my hips back in a slowly pulsing motion, not an easy trick given the fact that her weight was pinning my legs down.

“Does that feel nice hun? Does my touching your ass turn you on?”

Never having had anyone ever play with my butt before, I was somewhat surprised by my own feelings. I just stammered, “Uh, yes. It does.” Even I was surprised at how innocent I sounded.

The massage gal then shifted her weight so bahis siteleri that she now had one knee between my thighs, which caused my thighs to splay a bit, leaving me rather wide open. She resumed her massaging of my butt, but this time moving my butt cheeks in such a way that they opened often, providing her a most intimate view. As she did this, her thumbs grew steadily closer to my opening. When they finally got to it, I was humping my ass up and down and was truly surprised at my own feelings here.

I heard the click of the massage oil battle and then felt a cold drizzle of the oil right on my rosebud. I jumped at first, mostly from the surprise. “Relax hun, you’re gonna love this. Just take it easy. I’ll take it nice and slow.”

I next felt her finger press against my ring and rub around in a little circle. She then placed her finger tip right at the opening and applied firm and steady pressure. My ass began to give way and let her finger in. It felt both intrusive and highly exciting at the same time. No one had put anything in my ass since my mother took my temperature that way when I was a little kid. I was amazed at the sensations.

Her finger moved in deeper, ever so slowly. She would pause when a little more would make its way in, I assume to allow me to get used to it. Before I knew it, I could feel her hand pushing up against my cheeks and I knew that her whole finger was in me.

“That feel good hun?”

“Mmmm,” was all I could respond.

She then wiggled her finger around, twisted it around then began to withdraw it. I was a combination of raw excitement and confusion. Sure, I had done this to women before, in preparation for fucking their asses. I had always thought that they just endured it for me. I never realized it could feel so good. As soon as her finger was out, she replaced it with two. That was a bit uncomfortable and she could sense it. “Relax it babe. Relax your ass muscle for me. There, that’s right. I can feel you loosen it up.”

And with that, she shoved her two fingers all the way in me, but hard this time. Gone was the sweet tenderness of her first finger. Gone was the sweetness of my sweet massage gal.

“How’s that!” she said as she rammed her fingers in and out hard.

I pushed my hips back and forth which seemed to be the only answer she needed.

“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun, sweet cheeks. Are you gay or something?”

“Not that I know of,” I answered with a nervous laugh.

She had gotten off the massage table and was fussing with something out of my field of view. I was too nervous to look back at her. I felt like her victim, her lamb awaiting his fate. When she came back to the massage table, she crawled up between my now wide-splayed legs. “Hon, if you weren’t gay already, I’m gonna make you bi now, at least” she said with a laugh.

I felt her spreading my butt cheeks with the fingers of one hand, and then felt something cold and firm pressing against me. She wasn’t aiming right. Whatever it was, she wasn’t wielding it very canlı bahis siteleri well. “A little higher. Higher. No that’s too high.”

“You aim me. Reach back and aim this thing.”

I reached back and felt what seemed like an enormous dildo that was strapped onto her. From the feel of its heft and its thickness, I knew it was much bigger than my 6½ inch cock. How the hell would I be able to take this in my ass? Would it hurt? Would I bleed? Well, there was no going back now.

I guided her monster right to my anus and held it there. “OK,” was my only comment.

“OK what?”

“It’s aimed right.”

“What? What?” she asked, the second time a little harsher.

“It’s OK to go. Go ahead.”

“Go ahead what?”

I finally got her drift. “Go ahead and fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

“You want it? Tell me,” she demanded.

“Yes, please fuck my ass. I want you to fuck my ass. Take me. Fuck me like all the women whose asses I’ve fucked.”

A quick flick of her hips and the head of the big dildo was past my sphincter. It hurt momentarily. I wasn’t prepared for the suddenness of her entry. “Oh, you’ve fucked a lot of women’s asses have you?”

“Yes.”

She drove in another inch and stopped. It hurt again, but now I was beginning to enjoy it. It still hurt, so I guess I was enjoying it despite the pain; or maybe because of the pain; maybe I was enjoying the pain too. And then the pain left.

She drove it in another inch or two with another hard shove. “How many? How many women’s asses have you fucked? Tell me!” With the last sentence, she rammed her dildo in some more.

“I don’t know. Maybe a dozen.”

Just then, a hard rap came at the door. I guess that was the signal that the session was supposed to be over soon.

“Hey Brandi, come in here. I want to show you something.”

I froze. Holy shit! She’s going to let someone else see my defilement? I panicked, but had no options.

As the door opened, the gal who had that enormous dildo in my ass began to move it in and out. “Hey Brandi. Look what I got here. Want some of this?”

Brandi was a lithesome brunette wearing a T-shirt and skirt. I had my head down so I couldn’t see much of her face, but I could see her from her chest down. She walked around behind me to watch Margaret thrusting in and out of my ass. Margaret picked up the pace, alternating between short, hard thrusts, and long, slow strokes.

“We have ourselves a little toy here. Get your skirt off and join us. I bet I can make him do anything.”

At that, I pushed my ass back so that her dildo went all the way in for the first time. I wiggled my ass back and forth reveling in the feel of it filling me up.

As Brandi stripped off all her clothes, Margaret told her to slide under my face. The direction was clear to both of us. While Margaret fucked my ass, I was to satisfy Brandi orally. Margaret pulled my hips back until I was up on my knees, and Brandi hopped up on the table and slid under my face. Her pussy hair was neatly canlı bahis trimmed and being so close, I could see elastic lines from where her panties had been.

She gently put her hand on the back of my head and guided my face into her crotch. Margaret commanded,”Do her well or I’ll take it out on your ass.”

I tried my best to make Brandi cum. I tried to find her clit, which wasn’t aroused yet, but with all the bumping from behind, I had trouble keeping my aim. It just wasn’t working.

Brandi grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. She looked down at me and said,”You’re not too good at his are you?”

Margaret pulled her dildo all the way out of me in one long pull and then smacked my ass. “Roll over stud. Let’s do this my way.”

I rolled onto my back and Margaret lifted my legs way up, till they were on her shoulders. Brandi then climbed up over my face and hovered above me. I could see her pretty pussy just below her tightly closed rose bud. She hesitated for a second, then lowered herself onto my face, but still held herself slightly off.

Margaret then instructed me to aim her dildo again. I reached down and aimed it at my now loosened ass. She held the head against my hole for a second and then said something to Brandi that I couldn’y hear clearly.

Brandi then sat down on my mouth much harder, and as she did, Margaret slammed that dildo into me hard. It went all the way in, in one big thrust. When I felt the base against my ass, Brandi then wiggled her hips back and forth a bit, as if to make the seal better.

I began to lick, suck, and do whatever I could to pleasure Brandi. I stuck my tongue deep in her pussy hole, I sucked her clit, I let my nose slide into her pussy. When I stuck my tongue in her pussy, my nose would press against her rose bud.

I could hear them talking to each other softly now, as Margaret was thrusting in and out of me again. In this position she could get much farther into me. My guts felt like they were turning to honey and butter. My cock was hard and I wanted some stimulation of it, but I thought better than to touch myself without Margaret’s order.

I felt the two of them shift a bit and then I realized that they were kissing each other. And then it happened. Brandi began to cum. She shook, she moaned, she thrust her hips forward and back in sharp spasms. She sat down on my mouth even harder. Fortunately I had just taken a breath because now my mouth and nose were so covered I couldn’t breathe.

I took great satisfaction in knowing I made Brandi cum. Just then I heard Margaret shout, “Holy shit Brandi. I’m gonna cum.”

I felt a few hard thrusts, and then the dildo in my ass was still. Both women had just cum. I was still left unsatisfied however. I felt the women shift a bit and then one of them grabbed my hard cock with some lube in her hand. She stroked me only a few times and I erupted like Vesuvius. My cum shot up onto my chest and neck, and in subsequent spurts, dribbled onto whose ever hand had just jacked me off.

Brandi lifted off my face leaving my cheeks wet with her pungent juices. Margaret slid her dildo out of my ass, slowly. As she climbed of the table, Brandi said to Margaret, I guess we’re going to have to call you Peg from now on.

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Ray couldn’t believe his good fortune. Not only had he not gotten in trouble for accidently ass-raping his cheating ex-girlfriend’s younger sister, but Charlotte was going to help him get back at Karen as well! Plus, he’d taken her out on two dates while her sister was away and he was starting to really like her, and not just because she was a hell of a lot of fun in bed. She was spontaneous, cute, funny, smart, and they were interested in a lot of the same things… she’d even liked the jazz club he’d taken her to! It was a hell of a difference from dating her older sister.

And now she was just as into him getting revenge as he had been before… honestly at this point he could have cared less, because he was content just having her, but she really wanted it to happen. He kinda thought that she might be a little turned on by the idea of him raping her older sister’s ass, and that she really wanted to watch. Maybe it was her own payback for past things done to her as well, whatever, he didn’t really care – he was just doing it to make her happy.

Happy she was too, she’d slipped a drug into her sister’s drink during dinner and now she was helping him carry Karen up the stairs and tie her face down to the bed… they were going to wait until she woke up before doing anything else though. It would be nearly as much fun with her asleep. Stripping her down they placed her on the bed, a bundle of blankets was placed under her hips to keep her ass in the air… they tied her hands behind her back and her legs to the bed so that she couldn’t go anywhere. Ray privately thought that Karen didn’t look nearly as good as Charlotte would in this position, and he wondered if she would ever let him tie her up like this. It might be worth it to ask eventually.

While they waited for Karen to wake up she sat on his lap on the bed and they kissed passionately, slowly divulging each other of their clothes. Charlotte had the ability to make him more horny than ever.

“Are kaçak iddaa you sure you want me to take her ass and not yours?” he asked, panting as her fingernails ran down his back.

“No,” she giggled at the expression on his face, “But we’ve already gone through all this trouble, and I really want to watch.”

Ray groaned at the lustful feelings she aroused in him and gripped her ass with his hands, kneading her butt-cheeks with his fingers. Their kisses became deeper and rougher, his dick was rubbing along the inside of her thigh and he longed to just plunge it into her body, forget Karen and fuck his new girlfriend raw. Just as he was about to lose control they were interrupted.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” They looked over to their side where Karen was now awake and glaring at them, Charlotte straddling Ray as they held each other.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” said Charlotte.

“WHAT THE HELL!” yelled Karen, “LET ME GO!”

Shaking her head in disappointment, Charlotte got off of Ray’s lap as her older sister continued to scream at them and picked up Karen’s panties off the floor. Balling them up, she shoved them into Karen’s mouth before her sister had realized what she was going to do. Now her yells were muffled by the fabric, and Ray looked admiringly at his girlfriend.

“Come over here and lemme lube you up honey,” cooed Charlotte, picking up the bottle of KY jelly and reaching for him. Eagerly Ray went to his girlfriend’s hands, his cock bouncing in front of him. She lathered him up as they watched Karen struggle on the bed… Ray mused that it was a good thing Charlotte was here, he didn’t think he’d be all that aroused by Karen.

But when he did get behind her, watching her jiggling buttocks, he found that he did want to part them, split them open… all his old vindictive feelings came rushing back as he watched her struggle.

“Decided to cheat on me with my best friend huh?” he snarled, pressing his dick into her ass as kaçak bahis she shrieked and started struggling even more, Charlotte coming around to hold her sister in place and watch as he violated her ass, “Tell me that you want to wait for marriage and then you go fuck around with someone else.” He jabbed a few inches deeper and Charlotte smiled as Karen’s eyes popped. Looking around she opened the night stand drawer and pulled out her sister’s vibrator, turning it on she pressed it underneath Karen and against her clit. If Karen came, while Ray raped her ass, it would just be too perfect.

Karen’s body jerked as it was assaulted with pain and pleasure, the dick in her ass burning and make her bowels cramp as it invaded her, and the vibrator against her clit buzzing inharmoniously with the discomfort in her backside. Rubbing the vibrator against her clit, Charlotte smiled as she watched her boyfriend’s dick bury itself in her sister’s asshole, the formally crinkled hole looked stretched and whitish around the invading member. She wondered if her own looked like that when he took her… or maybe it would look different now that she was no longer an anal virgin. A giggle rose in her throat at that thought… not nearly virginal anywhere now!

Ray found that Karen’s ass was just as tight as her sister’s, although perhaps not as enjoyable – she certainly wasn’t as enthusiastic as Charlotte was (or as she had been the first time), but the revenge factor made it plenty exciting for him. He pillaged her ass, fucking her hard and taking his own pleasure in it, leaving Karen’s orgasm up to Charlotte to engineer. A vibrator would probably do a better job than he would anyway. When her hips began moving involuntarily against the vibrator – and consequently against his thrusts – he grinned and began fucking her even harder, gripping her hips as he set a bruising pace.

Although Karen was doing her best not to humiliate herself, the pumping of a dick in her ass actually was starting illegal bahis to feel kind of good. The burning pain had stopped and now it was a slick movement that left her feeling full and shivery; combined with the ever-intensifying vibration on her clit she was actually starting to build towards an orgasm. Wriggling, she tried to fight it, but her movements just ended up moving her closer to climax rather than further.

As he moved within her, her ass started ripple around him as she writhed, and he could hear the change in her moans. Charlotte was watching her sister with an odd expression on her face – envy, lust, arousal… it made his balls tighten to see her watching them. Gritting his teeth he thrust hard into Karen, pushing himself as deeply as he could go each time before letting out a bellow with his final pump as his back arched slightly and he came, spurting cum into her bowels. Charlotte turned up the vibrator to its highest intensity and pressed it hard against Karen’s clit as she realized Ray was cumming; feeling his dick pulse in her ass and the pressure of the vibrator sent her soaring and she began cumming as his orgasm finished.

Breathing hard, he leaned on Karen’s backside as her body shook and she finished out her climax, his dick slowly shrinking inside her hole.

Charlotte removed the vibrator from her sister’s pussy as he pulled his dick from her ass and they kissed happily. Making a face, he said, “I’d better go wash myself off, I’ll be right back.” She ended up going with him to wash off the vibrator as well.

Coming back into the room they looked at the sweaty girl on the bed; she was struggling again, trying to get loose.

“You know,” said Ray slowly, “There’s still one person in this room who isn’t satisfied… I don’t think that’s quite right.”

“You offering to do something about it?” Charlotte smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he gave her a strange smile.

“Not me…” his gaze drifted over to the struggling figure on the bed as his hands stroked the small of her back, “Someone else…”

Surprised, a little unsure of what to think, Charlotte looked at her sister’s jiggling backside.

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I saw the hard cock at the edge of the opening between booth’s. I ignored it and continued to watch the porn movie. When I next looked the cock was all the way into my side of the booth.

I studied it and decided it was a fine looking cock, a bit smaller than mine and circumcised. It was throbbing with the guys every heart beat. I looked at it until it was slowly withdrawn.

I went back to watching my movie until I saw fingers on my side of the hole. I looked and I saw eyes behind the fingers. I had my own cock out and was slowly masturbating but having him watch me made things unexpectedly better so I increased my effort. A finger signaled for me to get closer. After a short debate with myself I put my cock by the hole. He pulled it to his side and slid it into his mouth.

I had a mouth over my cock before but he was the first to want it there.

He made love to my cock. I was quickly losing control and tried to pull back but he held me there until I spilled three days worth of cum into his mouth. I could feel him swallow.

I was drained and had to sit. I did manage to whisper, “Thanks,” and contemplated leaving. His cock slid to my side again. Before I had made a conscious decision my hand was caressing it and soon masturbating it.

It was the fourth cock not my own in my hand. On a camping trip with friends I had participated in a circle jerk, well several circle jerks. One of those friends and I had masturbated each other several times after that trip. I had liked doing that but after we each married those games had ceased. I had now been married for five years and was starting to feel trapped, bored.

Again without making a decision I found myself kneeling with the cock two inches from my mouth. I could smell his cock and ended up licking its head. I heard the guy groan. I licked his cock again. I liked the taste.

I slid his cock into my mouth and I suddenly felt my power over him. The center of his life was now in my mouth. I felt his cock begin to spasm and knew he was about to cum. I made no decision and simply waited for him to fill my mouth with cum.

I was not surprised by the taste, I had tasted my own cum, but was surprised by the texture. It was not the most pleasant thing in my mouth but I held his cock until he slipped back. I swallowed.

I heard him whisper thanks. I smiled.

We ended up leaving our booths simultaneously and I followed him out to the parking lot. Before we got in our cars I asked, “Is there a way to get that weird feel out of my mouth?”

He smiled and said, “Yes, rum and coke. I am on my way to get one now.”

“I’ll follow you,” I said.

It was a small neighborhood type joint and we sat at the bar. We each ordered rum and coke and began on the peanuts in the bowl in front of us.

We introduced each other, his name was Ed, and we learned the other was married. The rum and coke did take the film from my mouth and I thanked him for the tip.

“Was that your first time?”

“Yes, but I think I could do that again under similar circumstances. And you?”

“I go there about once a month when my wife goes to visit with her mother. Tonight was a perfect night for me although you are the first I have talked to afterwards. Oh, I forgot. Once I had a guy do me as another fucked him in the ass and that was exiting.”

“I am getting hard just visualizing it.”

He glanced at my crotch and smiled.

“What time does your wife expect you home,” he asked.

“She is also visiting her mother. Will not be back until late Sunday.”

“I live half a mile away.”

“Check please,” I said and followed him home. We got naked and went into the shower together. We played with each other’s cocks until they were as erect as they ever get then went to his living room and he started a porn DVD.

He was soon on the floor with my cock in his mouth. He was not in a hurry which was good since I had just had an orgasm and was going too last for a while. Soon enough I again filled his mouth and he swallowed. When he sat up he kissed me sharing my cum with me.

I slid to the floor and sucked him off slowly until he filled my mouth with cum. I sat up and shared his cum with him in a long lasting kiss.

He got us cokes and we watched the porn movie for a while. I had not noticed it was a bisexual couples swap movie until then.

As the scene shifted to a man fucking the other in the ass I asked him if he had ever been part of that. He said no but that his wife fucked him in the ass at times.

“With what,” I asked.

“A vibrator. Usually when my cock needs and incentive to recover.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, and it does revive my cock. Would you like to try it?”

I thought about that then said, “Yes, this is apparently a night for experimentation.”

“Let’s go to bed,” he said.

He paused the movie then turned the TV off. We went into his bedroom and he placed a pillow under my hips as I lay down ass up, then he lubricated me as he fingerfucked my ass.

He took out isveçbahis yeni giriş the vibrator from the night stand and put a condom over it. I noticed the vibrator was about the size of his cock. He slid the vibrator into me slowly. I felt some heat but no pain. I was well lubricated. I liked it.

I soon felt my cock begin to recover then felt his cock begin to recover. After ten minutes of fucking me with the vibrator I asked him if he had another condom. He understood and was soon replacing the vibrator in my ass with his cock. I felt the pressure of the flare of his cock before he slipped in. It felt fantastic when it did.

He made love to me and even kissed my neck and shoulders. It was his third quest for a cum that evening and he lasted a while and I enjoyed being fucked a hundred times more than expected.

I felt him groan then felt warmth in in me. He had cum. He continued to fuck me slowly until his cock fell out of me with a pop. As soon as he recovered his breath he exchanged places with me.

I lubricated his ass and finger fucked him then slid a condom over the vibrator and fucked him with it until I covered my cock with a condom and slowly penetrated his ass. My cock was longer than his but no wider than his or his vibrator. Entrance was easy.

I made love to him for quite a while before I ejaculated. Like he had done I continued fucking him until my cock popped out of his ass.

I put the condoms in a small trash can by the bed as he took the pillow out from under him. We cuddled together under the sheet and he turned the lamp off. We were both asleep in seconds.

He was sucking my cock when I awoke.

“Good morning, we need to shower,” he said.

I followed him to the bathroom and we watched each other piss then went into the shower with his toothbrush. He offered it to me first so I brushed my teeth then he did.

We both had erections and I sank to my knees and began to suck him hard. He stopped me and pulled me up to him and gave me a long loving kiss. He then turned around and leaned on the shower wall.

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

My wet cock slowly slipped into his ass until I was all the way in then I reached around him and gripped his cock. I began to fuck him at the same pace I masturbated him. Neither of us lasted long and he soon had my warm cum in him. He ejaculated immediately. I continued my embrace and my caresses to his cock until my dick popped out.

He sank to his knees and soaped my cock thoroughly and after rinsing it he kissed it, stood and kissed me.

We stepped out and we went to his kitchen and made coffee.

A thought crossed my mind and I asked, “Did you know who I was before last night?”

He nodded yes then said, “You are the second person I ever fell in love with on first sight. My wife was the first. Our wives know each other and may at times fuck each other. They are in the same town now.

My wife was the one to suggest that I follow you last night and see where you went. I was very pleased you went to the adult theater and was absolutely ecstatic when you sucked me. I was very pleased when you talked to me before we left the theater.

I was beyond happy when you decided to follow me home. I am yours for anything you want for as long as you want.”

He kissed me then poured coffee for us. As we sat he asked me how much about our night to tell his wife.

“You want to tell her?”

“Yes, she knew I sucked cock when we met, She had caught me sucking her brother’s cock once. Her smile for me then made me fall for her immediately.

She thought I just wanted to save face when I asked her out but she eventually agreed. We had a great time together and when we finally fucked she liked me even better. It took me a year to convince her to marry me but she did marry me.

I did suck her brother off at her request. She ate pussy at my request. The pussy she ate first first for me was the girl you married. I was at your wedding but last night I was sure you did not recognize me.”

“I had this feeling that I had seen you before but I had no idea where or when. Tell her everything in minute detail, I feel she would be happy for you.”

He called her right then and put his phone on speaker then described our night in detail. He asked her if she had seen my wife there and she surprised us by saying that Elsa was eating her Mom’s pussy as we spoke.

“How much can I tell her?” she asked.

I said, “Just tell her that I met your husband at an adult theater then we went out for a drink together. Let her connect the dots. How often do you two have sex?”

“Often, at least once twice a month. She is worried you will disapprove.”

“No chance of that even before last night.”

“Good to hear, talk to you later. Two naked women have come to get me and Mom is still in bed with somebody. Love you Ed bye.”

Ed and I smiled as we drank our coffee. We kissed then he said he knew the place for breakfast. It was a diner that specialized in sausage gravy isveçbahis giriş covered anything. I had it over a sausage biscuit and Ed had it over home fries.

We had been there for a while before I noticed the place was a friendly diner to lesbians and gays. There were every combination of couples filling up the place. Oddly I felt just fine being there with Ed.

He saw that and gave me a quick kiss.

“You are the only man I have been here with but my wife and I come here semi-often. Semi-often there is a woman here for her to kiss. You are the first man for me to kiss here. Thanks.”

I gave him a quick kiss.

We went to my house and I picked up my toothbrush and some clean clothes then returned to his house. We got naked and watched the end of the bisexual couple movie.

“Would you swap?” he asked.

“You mean fucking each others wife?”

“Yes, and us fucking while all four of us were on the same bed.”

“Yeah, at least once. I have no idea how I would feel until we have. Have you and your wife swapped?”

“No, the closest we have come is when I sucked her brother as she ate his wife’s pussy. They would not return the favor.”

“Her brother would make a full swap impossible anyway.”

“Probably but she did tell me they had masturbated each other once. I have no way of knowing if its true but I suspect my wife and her big sister have gone down on each other. I also suspect her sister goes down on their mother.”

“Well, there is no chance for a pregnancy so its not incest anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s how I feel about it.”

Another ass fuck scene came on and got our attention. Our cocks were soon hard. He got on the floor on his hands and knees. I went to the bedroom for the lubricant and as soon as his ass and my cock were covered I slid my cock into him for the second time that day.

I again took his cock in my hand and slowly masturbated him as I fucked him. Every once in a while I stopped and kissed him.

The scene in the movie ended with an outrageous cum shot over the back and Ed commented, “They are bareback, why didn’t he cum inside. It would feel really good for his partner. Some times I wonder if the directors have ever fucked anyone.”

We felt the buzz had been taken out of our fuck so I sat down behind him and pulled him to my lap. I caressed his cock and chest and he turned to kiss me often. My cock stayed in his ass.

The movie ended with the men fucking each others wives. When Ed stood I turned him to face me and sucked his cock. He was soon careening to orgasm and I took all his cum in my mouth. He sat back down facing me and again my cock slid into his ass.

I scooted up and put him on the couch behind us on his ass and began to fuck him. I put his legs on my shoulders and began to just pound into him. I did not last long and he moaned when he felt my cum in him.

We kissed until my cock popped out then I went to the shower and cleaned my cock. He was doctoring up some ramen noodles in bowls, adding sliced hot dogs, garlic powder and fresh chives. He put the two bowls in the microwave then after a minute and eleven seconds we sat to eat. It was delicious.

“Want to go to a gay club tonight?” Ed asked.

“Do you got to them often?”

“No, never have been to one. I have been to a lesbian club with my wife and we had fun, she more than me. I have always wondered about gay clubs but have never considered going by myself.”

“OK, we can go. It will be interesting.”

He kissed me and after we finished our lunch we ended up back in bed and took a nap. I was awakened about an hour later by a phone call.

“Are you still with Ed?” my wife asked.

“Yes, we just had Ramen soup.”

“Have you sucked his dick?”

“Yes.”

“More than once?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, his wife told me you know I eat pussy and it doesn’t bother you. Is that true?”

“Yes, and if you need you may bring the pussy you want home. I will stay out of your way.”

“I love you. See you tomorrow.”

“I love you. Bye.? It was the first time either of us had told the other we loved them in months. I cuddled to Ed and went back to sleep.

We again went to the shower and again I fucked him as I masturbated him. We dressed then went to the big deli and ate a lot. We drove to a club on the block behind the lesbian club and we sat at the bar making comments about the clientele.

A t-girl came to us and after kissing each of us asked if we were interested in something different.

I said, “Yes but we want to see how this place checks out. It’s our first time here.”

“Oh, then let me tell you what you need to know. The bartender is juicy but straight, you well get nowhere with him. The flaming queen server will play with anyone that wants him but he insists on condoms even to give a blowjob. I don’t by the way.

The restrooms are over there but not much happens inside although no one complains if you just watch them piss. Some don’t mind if you hold their dick for them isveçbahis güvenilirmi as they piss.

The real action is on the back porch. It is dimly lit and has some dark corners. It gets very crowded as the night progresses and some times you have to wait a while to have room on the rail to put your elbows on. There is usually someone behind you immediately after you are in position. Let me know when you want to go out.”

“Would now be too soon?”

“Now would be prefect.”

We followed her out and saw a few men out there. Some were sitting on a bench as a cock slid in and out of their mouth. Our new friend put her elbows on the rail and after I placed a condom on my cock I lifted her dress and found a well lubricated ass. I slid in and reached for her small cock. I caressed it as I fucked her slowly. I kissed her neck. She moaned.

I looked for Ed and found him sitting nearby with a cock in his mouth. I turned my attention back to the fuck and felt the t-girls cock begin to twitch and suddenly explode. I slowed to a halt then withdrew.

I turned her around, embraced and kissed her lovingly. She loved the kiss. I loved the kiss.

She led me to the bench Ed was on and sat. She took the condom off my cock then sucked me off. Ed was on his third or fourth cock by then.

I kissed her after she swallowed my cum which she really liked.

“Buy me a drink,” she said.

I patted Ed and we went inside. Ed joined us five minutes later and kissed us. His mouth was coated with cum.

I got each of us a rum and coke and asked Ed, “How many?”

“Five, one more after you left. I loved the attention. You two looked like you loved your fuck.”

“We did, she said. It was my best in a while, I had an orgasm.”

She kissed me again.

We stood by the bar and watched the crowd for a while until a guy took our t-girl’s hand and led her to the back. She winked at me.

I needed to take a piss and Ed followed me. We watched a couple of guys piss as we waited for a place at the urinal then saw some guys looking at our cock as we pissed. Ed had an erection before he zipped up. A guy saw that and took his hand and led him to the back porch.

It was a while before he rejoined me and said, “Nine. The guy that took me out sucked me off and I sat on his spot and sucked him off. Before I managed to stand up two more cocks were presented to me to suck. There is a lot of cum in my stomach. I’m glad we pigged out at the deli.”

I gave him a soft kiss and asked him if he had seen our lady out there.

“Yes, there was a long line to fuck her. She will probably run out of condoms soon and come back in.”

“Do you want her?”

“Yes, but I have no condoms.”

“I have four. Let me know when. Any one you want to fuck you?”

“Yes, you. And maybe that guy in the black sports coat and the gray slacks.”

“Smile at him as I hand you a condom then keep looking at him as you walk out.”

He did and the guy followed him. Several minutes later a guy came to me and asked if I was alone.

“No, my partner went to the patio to play and I’m just waiting for him.”

“Why are you not out there too?”

“Oh, I have been, very nice out there.”

“Yes it is, I really love it when I find a place to sit and somebody keeps me company.”

“I can do that,” I said and walked out with him. There was no place for him to sit so I leaned on a wall and he knelt in front of me. He lowered my slacks to my knees and began a soft loving blow job. I guy slid next to me and pulled out his cock then put my hand on it. I began to masturbate him as he caressed my ass.

He was soon behind me and I felt his cock search for my ass. I handed him a lubricated condom and I spread my ass cheeks for him. He slid in and fucked me so quickly he had an orgasm before I had begun to enjoy his cock in me.

I gave a condom to the guy sucking my cock and leaned against the rail. I was next to Ed. We were fucked side by side as we kissed.

When the guy fucking him left another guy slid his cock into him. When my lover had his cum another took his pace. It was the allegedly straight bartender, His cock really filled my ass.

He fucked me hard then embraced me as he took my cock in his hand. I felt his cock throbbing in me. I felt his warmth. Many kisses and soft strokes later his cock popped out and he turned me to him and kissed my lips. He knelt and sucked my cock until I filled his mouth then lifted my slacks up and buttoned the top then slid my cock into them. He carefully zipped me up. His kiss last kiss ended and he just walked away.

I turned to Ed and asked, “How many is that?”

“Nine. My ass has caught up with my mouth.”

“Lets go home. I want to be number ten.”

“Deal.”

He got his pants on and we walked out. As I walked past the bar I went to the bartender and kissed his lips and said, “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he said.

The only number I could give Ed that night was number two, I was the second to suck him off that evening.

The next day began with a shower and the laundry of his linens. We went out for chicken fried chicken then returned to his house. I helped him make up his bed and after a long kiss I went home. We had not made a single sexual move on each other all day. We were sated.

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