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The next morning, I awoke with the sun shining on my face. It was later than I usually got up, but still fairly early, maybe 8 AM. I was a bit groggy, and then came awake with a flash. Had it been a dream? I reached down and checked my crotch and found that it was stiff and scratchy with dried juices – My God! It hadn’t been a dream!

I bounced out of bed and then instantly turned away from the other kids in the cabin as I realized that I had developed another enormous hard-on. I slid back in under the covers and waited until it had subsided enough for me to walk up to the bathrooms without embarrassing myself.

If I had had any doubts about the reality of the previous night, they disappeared up near the bathrooms. As I approached I saw Donna and Millie walking over from their cabin. When they saw me they both burst into big grins (as did I). They both said “Good morning!” in very cheery voices and Donna winked at me. And they were a sight to behold. Donnas was wearing a big sweatshirt, but the swaying of her bosom told me that there was no bra underneath and her long tan legs and white shorts called to mind the picture of her lying naked on her bed the night before. Millie was wearing some cutoff-jeans and a pale blue T-shirt. The sway of her breasts was even more unmistakable, as were the fine looking nipples thrusting out. I gave them a little wave and a grin as I went in to clean up from the previous night’s activities.

After my shower I ambled down to the lodge for breakfast. I have to confess that I was feeling kind of studly after the previous night’s adventures. When got to breakfast, I was expecting to find both Donna and Millie, but Donna was sitting by herself, drinking a coffee and eating some cereal. I got the same and sat down across from her.

“What happened to Millie? She still up the hill?”

Donna laughed, and said in a low voice, “No, she got sent back to the cabin by her Mom to change. Her mother caught sight of her unholstered tits and said no way. Millie protested she was on vacation but her Mom said there would be no bra burning on this trip!”

I laughed too and in a couple of minutes Millie appeared wearing a sweatshirt although I would have sworn she still didn’t have a bra on, the effect was much less erotic, which was her mother’s intent, damn her. We kidded Millie a little about it and when Donna had gotten up to get more coffee she pointed her fork at me and said, “I wouldn’t laugh so much if I were you, buddy! Donna was right peeved this morning. She said she was the one who got everything going last night, but she didn’t get anything, if you know what I mean, and she was peeved. So I’d keep your loins girded if I were you or she’ll drag you behind a bush.”

“Well,” I drawled, “I can think of some ‘bushes’ I wouldn’t mind being dragged behind, if you know what I mean…”

Millie burst out laughing; spilling her hot chocolate a little and everyone looked at her for a moment, but then went back to their breakfasts.

“What was that about?” asked Donna as she sat down again.

“Oh, nothing” I replied.

Donna gave me a dirty look but didn’t pursue it. As her mother came up at the point to tell her that she and Donna’s father were going sightseeing and antique hunting and would be back in the late afternoon. After breakfast, I had to do some chores (everybody did a few on a communal basis), so it wasn’t until about 11 that I headed down to the creek for a swim.

I ambled down the slope towards the bluff where the steep path led down to the creek. It was getting hot and the insects were humming in the trees but the camp was quiet – some had gone to town, or sightseeing like Donna’s parents, or were already down by the creek. I was wearing my cutoffs and carrying a towel. Donna’s parent’s cabin was the last one on the path to the creek (a primo location). As I was walking by the cabin, the door opened a little and I heard a voice say “Psst!”

I turned in surprise because I thought the Donna’s parents had gone along time ago. The inside was in shadow and I couldn’t see to well from the outside glare. I stepped up to the edge of the porch and Donna suddenly came partway out of the cabin, grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside.

“What’s up?” I started to say, and then I remembered Millie’s warning and the next thing I knew Donna’s arms were around my neck and she was saying, with her lips only inches from mine, “I’ve been waiting for you to come down here. I was afraid you might follow some other route.” Then she kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft and her lips opened and her tongue was warm and soft to, flickering between my lips and on my tongue. She pulled me closer and I put my arms around her. Her body was warm, her skin like silk. She was wearing the same leopard skin bikini of the day before and I ran my hands up and down her spine and she moaned in her throat. Then she slipped her hand down into by cutoffs and squeezed my ass. I followed suit, running my fingers along the crack of her ass. We ground our crotches against each other. I could smell the fragrant, arousing smell of sex emanating from her. We kissed feverishly, kadıköy escort our hands exploring, stroking caressing. Then she leaned back from me, reached down and slowly unsnapped my cutoffs, one button at a time, apparently savoring the process of releasing my hot, stiff cock. Then she slowly pulled them down, allowing my erection to spring free. It stood up quivering, throbbing it was so hard, a milky tear of cum dripping from the tip.

She grabbed it with both hands and stroked it, caressing my balls and working her hands up the shaft, essentially milking more pre-cum from it. It oozed out of the tip as my cock swelled even more, turning a darker shade of purplish-red. I moaned and Donna grinned devilishly. She leaned forwards and ever so gently ran her tongue around the tip, gathering the pre-cum onto her tongue. Then she licked her lips and looked up at me from under brows as she bent over my cock.

I reached down and pulled her up against me and kissed her, our tongues dancing, sliding twirling. I slid my hands down her sides, marveling at the hot silky texture. It was hot in the cabin and we were both beginning to sweat, which made it even more exciting. I slowly sank to my knees and pulled her bottoms down. Her hands came off my cock and she leaned back as I buried my face against her muff and breathed in and out deeply. I flicked my tongue once against her pussy and she ground it against my face. I rose back up, rubbing my cock against her as I did so, the sensation very pleasurable for both of us. I half-turned her as I stood and ended up behind her. I ground my cock against her ass, feeling it slide up and down between her cheeks.

“God, last night “, I said, my voice hoarse, “I was so hot, you had me so turned on, it was all I could do not to groan and thrash and start fucking you when Mrs. Kominick was there.”

“God yes, ” she murmured as we continued rubbing against each other.

I ran my hands over her ass and hips and up to her back and unsnapped her top, which fell to the floor. I reached around as she leaned back into me and cupped her breasts. They were two hot, hand-filling mounds of delight. I rubbed them and caressed the nipples and Donna began to moan.

“Oh, fuck me, oh fuck me!” I turned her around again we embraced again, kissing and rubbing our bodies together. Her breasts felt heavenly against my chest, the erect nipples a soft tracing as she rubbed them back and forth across my chest. Then she sank to her knees and took my cock in her hands and kissed the head of my cock. She took a few long, slow licks, then swallowed about half of it in one long suck. “Oh, God” I moaned, my knees literally became a little weak.

Then Donna rose up and we embraced again. She was a little taller than I, with those long legs and her pussy was a little higher than my balls. So I just bent at the knees, pressed forward and my cock slid into her pussy. She moaned again and we stood there, slowly rocking, fucking while standing up. Then Donna began pulling me backwards, towards her parent’s bed. Her legs reached it and she fell back onto it with me on top.

Bracing myself on my hands over her, bent and kissed her, tracing my tongue and lips down along her throat to her chest, nibbling between her breasts, then dragging my lips along her breasts and over the nipples. I didn’t suck on them, I just dragged my lips over them as I caressed her hips and belly with one hand. I took each nipple in my mouth and sucked them in, running my tongue across their tips. As I did this I ran my hand across her silky mound and let my finger trail into her pussy, sliding the middle finger between the damp, hot lips.

She moaned even louder and said “Oh, Jesus, fuck me! I want you in me!”

Well, I was hot as hell too so I knelt between her legs placed my cock at her heavenly door. She took my cock and rubbed it back and forth across her pussy as I leaned forward and my cock slid in. Oh fuck, she was tight and hot! She felt so good around my cock! We were both now extremely excited and began pumping, slowly at first, then rapidly increasing the pace, faster and deeper, faster and deeper. She wrapped those long legs around me, her feet behind my ass driving me deeper and deeper into her. We slowed a bit as I slid my knees up kneeling, with my cock sliding up and into her in a slow rhythm. Then faster again and I felt her arch into me and felt warm pressure all around my cock and I began to spasm with an orgasm as well. We strained, pressing into each other, holding my cock deep in her pussy as we both rocked in ecstasy. We eventually relaxed and I lay on top of her, both of us panting, covered in sweat. Between our exertions and the cabin’s heat, we were both drenched. We lay there intertwined for several minutes, and then she began to rock her hips again. I was still semi-hard, and the slow movements began to revive my erection. We rocked slowly at first, and then we rolled over so she was on top. My cock was hard again as we began to pump once more. We were both perspiring heavily. Donna’s hair was in ringlets around her head, he face shiny with perspiration. Her shoulder and ümraniye escort breasts were shiny with sweat and a trickle ran down between her breasts. One trickle even ran down her breasts, hanging off the stiff, protruding nipple like a dewdrop. I leaned forward and licked at her nipple with my tongue, tasting the salty, sexy smell of her.

We began to fuck again, very slowly at first, enjoying the moist slithery feel, then more quickly as we built towards another orgasm. The result was a slithering sensuous moist fuck that culminated in another spectacular orgasm, first her and then me. After that we slid apart and lay panting in the hot cabin.

“Oh, Jesus, but I like the way you fuck!” she said.

I rolled over on an elbow and looked at her. “You ain’t bad yourself, babe!” We both grinned and then I said. “But I think we’d better get out of here before someone notices.”

“Yeah, but you go first,” she said. So I pulled on my cutoffs, picked up my towel from the floor. I gave her another deep kiss and then checked the door. I had to wait for the coast to clear and then I snuck out the door and resumed my stroll down towards the beach.

When I got down to the beach, I dropped my towel, grabbed a inner tube and floated out into the creek. I paddled up into the teen’s area and rolled of the tube and swam in the cool water to refresh myself. I then floated around for a while and dozed in the sun. I slowly drifted downstream until I bumped into the raft. I shoved off back up towards the teen area, but saw a flash of yellow out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw Millie coming down the path wearing what I was sure was one of Donna’s bikinis. Donna tended to be rather daring, while Millie’s swimsuits were much more conservative. In addition, Donna’s bust was larger than Millie’s was so that as Millie made her way down the steep path, her breasts jiggled delightfully in the slightly over-large top. Millie’s mother was sitting on the beach and she may have noticed, but didn’t say anything this time. This may have been due in part due to the arrival at that time of Lisa and Mrs. Schiller.

Lisa was Mrs. Schiller’s younger sister. Mrs. Schiller was Karen Schiller, who was recently divorced and had come up to camp with her young son and her sister, Lisa. Mrs. Schiller (In those days, we still called most of the adults by Mr. and Mrs.) was in her early thirties, I guess and her sister a couple of years younger. Both of them were very good looking – especially Lisa. Lisa was without a doubt the sexiest looking (adult!) woman in camp. She was also single, which I think bothered the married women and they all seemed to keep an eye on their husbands when Lisa was around – especially when she came down to the beach. This day Lisa was wearing a white bikini that was not exactly skimpy, but was small enough that when she took off the shirt she wore over it down to the beach, every man on the beach (and me!) was watching. Her figure was perfect, full without being overdone. And while Donna, Millie and Suzie were sexy (and how!) Lisa somehow exuded mature sexiness that was powerful. Mrs. Schiller was an eyeful as well. A bit slimmer and a bit shorter, but also possessed of a figure that caught your eye (as well as other parts of the male anatomy). Both had brown hair and eyes and were tanned to perfection.

I admired her for a moment, then slowly paddled upstream as Millie stopped to talk to someone. I drifted lazily again and then sometime later I felt a tube nudge into mine and I looked up to see Millie grinning at me.

“And where were you for so long, as though I had to ask? Caught behind a bush, perhaps? Hmm?”

My sheepish grin made her laugh. Then she said “But now I’m jealous.”

“Why?”

“Because they’ve both had you inside them and, while you were great last night, I want the whole salami – so to speak!”

“Jesus, you girls are man-eaters!”

“Well, it’s the way the camp is, might as well have fun while we can! So I expect first dibs tonight”

“Oh, so I’m just a stud service now?”

“You bet, stud!” she replied, laughing, and reached out with her foot and pushed on my tube and caused it to roll under and I ended up in the water. I rolled down under the surface and looking up, saw Millie hanging in her tube. The material of the bikini largely covered her sweet ass, but because Donna was larger, the sides of her ass-cheeks were visible. This gave me an idea and I swam up slowly below her tube and reached up and gently caressed her ass along the edge of her bikini, starting at the bottom of her ass and running my fingers up until the reached right beside her pussy. She started a little bit and through the water I could here a little yelp of surprise.

I rose up out of the water, panting a little from air deprivation and held onto the side of her tube. She splashed some water into my face and said, “You rat!”

I stroked over and grabbed my tube and swam back, but didn’t struggle into my tube. Instead, I let it drift beside us. At this point we were about 75 yards from raft and looking over Millie’s shoulder I could see that nobody maltepe escort on the beach was paying any attention to us. Looking at Millie, I saw that her nipples were partially erect, pressing at the bright yellow cloth. The warm tan of her stomach swept down into the water, her belly button holding a little iridescent pearl of water. The bottom was cut lower than Millie’s usual suit, so there was a strip of whiter skin above the yellow of the bottom. Somehow, this was very exciting, perhaps because it seemed to draw one’s eye and suggest what was farther down. An idea blossomed in my head, and I reached under the tube again and caressed her ass, gently squeezing one cheek. She looked at me again, prepared to splash me, but I then switched and caressed the other and she relaxed and then closed her eyes, enjoying the caress.

“Is anyone watching us?” she asked, still with her eyes closed.

“Nope. And we’re too close to the cliff for anyone to see from up there.” And I stroked her ass and ran my finger up and over the mound of her pussy. She caught her breath a little as I stroked my finger back and forth across valley of her pussy lips, which I could clearly feel through the cloth. I then ran my fingers up to the top of the back of her bikini bottoms and then traced my fingers along the crack of her ass and up over her mound again. She thrust her pussy forward just a little as I did so and I rubbed my fingers along the wet slippery cloth. Then I spread my fingers and traced with my fingers along both sides where the cloth met her skin and then over her mound again.

“Oh, that feels wonderful, you’re getting me really hot”, she murmured. I could see that her nipples were now really pushing the fabric of her top and she was breathing faster and deeper. She still had her eyes closed, her head back on the inner tube. I ran my fingers along the fabric of her bottoms on one side and gently forced my fingers under the fabric. Because they were Donna’s, they were a little loose and I encountered little resistance. I felt the hairs of her pussy and the edge of her pussy lips. Then Millie reached down and pulled on the bottoms. The fabric was a bit stretchy and she was able to pull it completely to one side. When I stroked her again, I felt my fingers slide right along the center of her pussy, sliding into the warm, slippery folds of her pussy.

“So that feels good, huh Millie?”

“O fuck yes!” she replied softly, “Don’t stop!”

I looked again towards the beach and no one was paying the slightest attention. We just appeared to be hanging, talking. My shoulder was under the water and only if you were nearby could you have seen what I was doing. I began to gently run my fingers in and out of her pussy, while rubbing the top of her slit with my thumb. As I did this, I kept chatting so we looked innocent if anyone looked our way.

“Feels good, huh? Boy I would love to do this with my cock. I’d love to feel your nice tight pussy around my cock.”

“Mmm, yeah” she said. “I want to suck your cock until you come in my mouth. I want to taste your cum tonight!”

As she said this, she began to very gently rock against my fingers and I saw her hand, which had been on the rim of the tube, slide over and under the fabric of her top, gently pulling and rubbing the nipple. I increased the pace and depth with my fingers. I was now running my fingers from the top of her pussy all the way under and along the curve of her ass, dragging my fingers in a warm, slippery track. Because of her position on the tube, she was completely exposed. I ducked under the water for a moment to look and saw her beautiful pussy completely exposed, the pink lips open and inviting. I bobbed back up and kept stroking. I could feel my fingers slide over her clit, down along her pussy, then up along the crack of her ass, then reversing along back to her pussy and clit. Millie was rocking harder now and then she gasped “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh-h-h-” and I felt her pussy clamp on fingers and I wiggled my thumb on her clit as she climaxed. She remained clamped on my fingers and I could feel the pulses of her orgasm as her pussy pulsed around my fingers.

After a minute, she lolled her head back and rolled off the tube and into the water. I followed her down and she reached out to me and kissed me under the water. We then surfaced gasping and smiling. We chased the tubes and caught them and hung on the edges for a moment. Millie was still breathing hard. She reached down and re-arranged her bottoms and then reached over and squeezed my cock, which was hard and ready.

“God, I’d love to fuck you right now.”

“Too bad we don’t have snorkels,” I laughed. She laughed too and we got back into the tubes as a pair of the adults drifted along with some of the other kids down to the rope swing. I then spent an hour or so playing with the kids and helping them swing on the rope and so on. Then I thrilled them by jumping off the cliff pretending to be an Acapulco cliff diver. After my second dive I heard clapping and saw Millie and Suzie floating together, yelling “Bravo! Bravo!” Then Millie swam over to the edge and headed back up towards the camp, as she had to help with dinner. There was a general exodus and soon there was just one adult on the beach dozing and Suzie and I floating in tubes. The sun was behind the ridge and it was getting rather shadowy along the side where we were floating.

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Brad’s Road Trip Ch. 16

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Like I said at the end of 15… this one was already written, so, the quick turnaround. Voila.

This one is fairly long. I normally prioritize writing plot, with the sex still prominent but in a secondary role. I feel like I’ve done that here, too, but this one could also be used as a stroke story. More than half of it is one long sex scene, and outside of the main character, everyone involved in the sex either debuts in this chapter or has had only very brief appearances prior to this. The readers who generally skim the sex to get back to the plot will be skimming a lot toward the end – but be careful, because there is some plot stuff with Kelly mixed in. Likewise, the readers who tolerate the plot to get to the sex will be happier as it gets toward the end.

I could have put this in a few different categories. There’s anal sex and interracial sex, a little bit of voyeurism, and one of the best one-on-one sex scenes I think I’ve ever written. But the crux of the hookup is satisfying a group sex fantasy, so that’s where I put this one.

As always, thanks to my editor, AnInsatiableReader, for helping me clean this thing up. When I send it to her, it looks nothing like the finished product you’re about to read.

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Day 15

Thursday, June 26

Denver, CO to Grand Junction, CO

Sleeping in was such a foreign concept to me that when I woke up the next morning, alone in my hotel room with no alarm clock or phone ringing, I briefly panicked.

What day was it? Did I miss a wake-up call? Was I going to miss a concert or a baseball game or something? Was I supposed to call Kelly?

Slowly, my brain began to focus as I remembered where I was and what my plans were for the day. The bedside alarm clock told me it was just a little after 9. Kelly and I had stayed up well past 1 rehashing my early evening trysts with Lisa, so I’d gotten my standard eight hours of sleep. Grand Junction was only a 4-hour drive west on I-70, and the main concerts didn’t start till after 7, so I was doing well on time.

Tonight was the first night of Country Jam USA, a four-day country music festival in western Colorado. It was similar to what I did in Oklahoma two weekends ago, except then I was by myself and had planned to stay in a hotel until I met Paul and his friends… and his girlfriend… and his friend’s sister… etc. This time I was meeting up with some friends who had long since reserved a camp site. My time in hotels was finally over; the next three days would be filled with sleeping bags, tents, alcohol and lots and lots of live music.

The only thing blocking it from perfection was the fact that Kelly wouldn’t be there, but it wouldn’t be too much longer. It was hard to believe that after all this buildup, I’d be seeing her in just four days. Grand Junction was a three-day stop, but it was the last stop; when I packed up to leave there, I’d be heading to my parents’ house.

Much to my chagrin, we had to skip our usual morning conversation because she’d had to go in at 7:30. Food inspectors were visiting her restaurant today, and then she worked until 4 in the afternoon. I was really hoping she’d get her packages today, but I wouldn’t find out until well after the music started.

As I looked in the mirror, I thought about our chat last night and couldn’t help but smile with my toothbrush sticking out of my mouth. That was pretty much par for the course with her. Every time I hung up the phone, I thought we’d just had the best conversation we could ever have. She always proved me wrong with the very next call.

The phone sex was incredible, of course – just thinking about how many times she’d fingered herself to an orgasm while I told her about going down on Lisa last night was bringing my sleeping cock back to life in a hurry – but our connection went so far beyond that. The more I learned about her, the more I liked her. We shared a lot of the same life goals, we’d had similar upbringings and there was literally nothing we couldn’t discuss. She just fit me, in every way imaginable, and the thought that our connection might not be real when we finally met in person made me a little nauseous.

I checked my phone and saw that she’d called at 6:30 in the morning. That was odd, since she knew I wouldn’t be awake, but then I saw that I had a voicemail. I started the water in the shower before hitting the button to listen to her message.

“I know you’re sleeping, baby,” she said, her voice primed and ready to work a 1-900 line. “But I just wanted to thank you for last night. I can’t wait until you can make those memories directly with me, but I love how hot you get me just using your voice.”

I wondered if she was playing with herself on my voicemail, and I got my answer with her next sentence.

“I’m so fucking wet right now, Brad,” she mewled into the phone. “I’m always wet these days, because of you. I love how hard you came from fucking Lisa’s tits. Mine aren’t nearly that big, but my friend Sarah, the one from the club… her escort bayan etiler tits are huge. I bet she’d let you stick your cock between them. She’s pretty freaky, but I might have to convince her. Do you think you’d enjoy watching me eat her pussy while you fucked her tits, baby? Maybe when you came, you’d cum so hard that you’d hit me in the face, while I licked her pussy…”

Her description devolved into a bunch of jibberish as she brought herself off with her fingers. My cock stuck out lewdly and looked downright angry.

“Fuck, Brad,” she said. “I want you so bad. Have a good day, baby.”

I was suddenly glad I was getting in the shower.

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I pulled up to the house my GPS had directed me to a little after 2:30, having made pretty dang good time on I-70. I’d heard a lot about the person I was here to pick up, but I’d never met her, so I really had no idea what to expect. I sent a text to her number, letting her know I was outside, then got out and walked toward the door.

It opened before I got there, and a woman with long, curly blonde hair walked out. It was a hot day and she was definitely dressed for it, wearing barely legal shorts and a tank top that covered up only what it had to to avoid jail. She was fairly well-endowed, and I did my best to make eye contact with her before I stared a hole in her tank top. Or at least, I tried to make eye contact with her; her imitation Ray-Bans blocked me from seeing her eyes.

“Are you Brad?” she asked as she walked toward me.

“I am,” I said. “Liz?”

“That’s me,” she said. “Nice to meet you. Sara talks about you sometimes.”

“Likewise, on both accounts,” I agreed. We shook hands. “Ready to go?”

“Just about,” she said. “My dad dug a bunch of stuff out of the attic, and it’s over here in the garage. No idea what it is, but Sara said you were going to take it all over to the campsite.”

“That’s the plan,” I said. “Is she in town yet?”

“About two hours,” she told me. “She’s at the airport in Denver waiting for her connecting flight out here.”

“Ah,” I said. “Well, let me get this stuff loaded up, and we can head out.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’m gonna go in and finish my makeup, then I’ll be ready.”

I nodded and grinned as I walked over to the pile of gear. I had no idea why she was putting on makeup. For one, it was so hot she’d sweat it off before anyone she wanted to impress had seen it. Unless, of course, she was trying to impress me, in which case, she didn’t really need the makeup.

Sara was in the Air Force, and her unit worked the same mission as mine at Lackland, back in San Antonio. Of course, I knew her better as Airman Winters, and she knew me better as Sergeant Carver, but we had a little bit of history that involved using first names. She’d grown up in Grand Junction and took a week of leave to come home and go to the concerts.

Liz was Sara’s best friend in high school. Sara and I weren’t the kind of friends that hung out a lot outside of work, but we worked together enough that I heard about her friends from time to time. Especially when we’d decided to meet up out here, she told me we could get all the gear we needed from Liz, but cautioned me about her as well.

“I love her to death, and she’s a great friend,” Sara had told me.

“I sense a ‘but’ coming,” I’d answered.

“I’m just saying, Brad. It’s gonna be the end of June, but you need to watch out for flakes.”

I’d laughed then, but now that we’d met, Liz didn’t seem too ditzy to me. Of course, it was just one conversation, and a short one at that.

I walked over to the garage and started loading the stuff into the back seat and trunk of my Stratus. There were three tents, a half dozen sleeping bags and some other camping gear. With all the stuff from my road trip plus a computer in there, it was a tight fit, but I made it work.

Liz walked back out of the house with a man I assumed was her father. He walked over to the garage and seemed surprised to find all the gear gone.

“Got it all packed in?” he asked.

“Yep,” I said. “I appreciate you letting us borrow everything, sir. I have plenty of my own camping stuff, but it’s all back home in Idaho.”

“No problem,” he said. “Just take care of it and bring it all back the way you got it. If you have any questions about any of it, just let me know.”

“I’m sure the two of us can figure it out,” I said as Liz got into the passenger seat of my car.

“I love my daughter, son,” he said. “But she won’t be any kind of help. I’m surprised she’s even willing to sleep in a tent.”

I chuckled and shook his hand before getting into the car.

The drive took maybe 20 minutes, and we kept the conversation light. Liz already knew I was on a road trip from talking to Sara, but I gave her some of the details – basic places and events, but not the real juicy stuff. She was majoring in sociology at Mesa State in Grand Junction, and mentioned that bebek escort some of her classmates were going to be camping out here as well.

The campgrounds here were very much the same as the Oklahoma festival. Sara had reserved two camping sites, which gave us space to park four cars. Like Paul back in Tulsa, Sara had reserved late and had to settle for spots in the quiet zone. We checked in at the front gate, and they gave me a map to our spot.

Liz offered to help, but really, pitching a tent was pretty simple, so I told her I’d be fine. She nodded and sat on a picnic table and watched me work. As I worked, I’d occasionally help myself to a view of her long, tanned legs as they hung over the side of the table. She caught me staring once or twice, but I didn’t care, and she smiled back at me each time, so I guess she didn’t either.

Tarps went down across the camping area first, followed by the three tents, which I set up in a semicircle. There were two four-man tents and one six-man tent; in other words, we had room for 14 people, and only planned on having five people stay here.

I was all alone in one of the four-man tents on the outside, with Liz and Sara sharing the other one in the middle. Chad and Russ, my roommates in San Antonio, were road tripping up here to meet us. They were due in sometime tonight, and would share the six-man tent on the other side. Russ had told me he planned to bag a different girl each night, and Chad would probably do that without even trying. I figured they could use the extra space.

As I finished setting up the big tent, I noticed Liz was playing on her phone. When I started throwing sleeping bags into the tents, she got up and walked toward me.

“My friends from school are a few rows over that way,” Liz said, pointing toward the concert grounds. “You want to come meet them?”

“Sure,” I said, zipping up the tents and locking my car before we headed out. We found her friends in a few minutes. There were two guys and three girls, all of whom went to Mesa State. One of the girls, Lindsay, played on the school’s soccer team, and hers was the only name I could remember five minutes later.

We all agreed to head to the concert area to catch the unknown local bands who tended to fill the afternoon slots at these things, but on the way there I saw something that caught my attention. There was a huge RV parked in a slot right along the main walking lane, and on the side was a gigantic United States Marine Corps logo. The screen door was closed, but the inner door was open, and I could hear noises coming from inside.

“Liz, I’m gonna see who’s in here,” I said. “I always like to say hi to a fellow Marine. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Liz nodded and kept chatting with her friends, but Lindsay gave me a shy smile and a little wave as they walked off. I filed that detail for later.

I knocked on the door to the RV and waited. Within seconds, a man walked off a Marine Corps recruiting poster and up to the door.

“Hi, can I help you?” he asked.

“Just wanted to say hi to a fellow devil dog, especially one who displays it as loud and proud as you guys,” I said. “I’m Sergeant Brad Carver.”

“Glad to meet you, Sgt. Carver,” he said, opening the door and motioning me in. “Gunny Granger.” We exchanged a firm handshake. It didn’t surprise me that he didn’t give his first name. For most gunnery sergeants, Gunny was their first name. “What brings you up here?”

“On terminal leave from an intelligence company down in Texas,” I said. I looked around the RV and saw Marine Corps stuff everywhere. Bumper stickers, recruiting brochures, posters, etc. “I’m from Idaho, and stopped here to meet up with some friends on my way back home. There are a couple more Marines coming up here later tonight. What about you?”

“We’re recruiters,” he said. I’d guessed something like that. “I’m based in Denver, along with one of the sergeants here. The other two are based in Grand Junction.”

“Nice,” I said. “What are you guys doing out here, though?”

“You been to one of these little shindigs, sergeant?” he asked.

“In Oklahoma, a couple weeks ago,” I said.

“Well, out here anyway, the thing’s like a county fair,” he said. “Sure, there’s the music, but there’s a bunch of booths for just about every damn thing; you know, food, crafts, games, all that. We set up a booth out there, offering information about enlistment.”

“You guys have any success?” I asked.

“Actually, yeah,” he said. “You know, we get our share of drunks stumbling in there acting like badasses, the ones who wouldn’t last a day at boot camp. But we probably sign up two or three a year at this thing.”

“That’s great,” I said. “There are four of you here, then?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sgts. Marks and Callahan are working the booth right now. Myself and Sgt. Andrews will go get them out in a couple hours.” As he spoke, I heard a toilet flush, and a door opened a few moments later. “Speaking of Sgt. Andrews,” he said. fulya escort

Gunny hadn’t mentioned it, so I was slightly caught off guard to learn that Sgt. Andrews was a woman. Her yellowish blonde hair was pulled back in a tight braid, and she had the typical Marine body – tight and athletic with plenty of muscle but not enough to suspect anything illegal. Her face was nothing special, but I found myself attracted to her anyway. She was wearing camouflage utilities, but her blouse hung over a chair in the RV’s kitchen. Her breasts weren’t huge but they made more than a dent pushed out against the Marine standard-issue olive green undershirt.

“Hi,” I said, walking toward her with my hand outstretched. “I’m Sgt. Carver, but I’m on leave right now, so call me Brad.”

“Sgt. Andrews,” she answered with a smile, her handshake almost as firm as the gunny’s. “Janine.”

I noticed her giving me the once over as well, and I didn’t see any rings. She looked to be about my age, but she was probably a couple years older, at least, if she was already a recruiter.

She intrigued me. Lackland was an Air Force base, but the intelligence outfit I was attached to had members of all four armed services – Air Force, Army, Navy and Marines – as well as some foreign military members. I’d had sex with an air(wo)man, a soldier and a sailor, and I’d even managed to score a drunken blowjob from one of the British military girls assigned to the unit. But somehow, one thing I’d never done was have sex with a fellow Marine.

It wasn’t exactly on my bucket list, but I saw an opportunity to check a box.

“So do you guys get to go to the concerts at all, or is it all work?” I asked.

“We work till the sun goes down,” she said. She might have been checking me out and silently flirting with me, but she was a Marine NCO. If she was shy, she’d have been an exception to the rule. “We can do whatever we want after that.”

“You guys coming to the Clay Walker show then? Guessing it’ll start well after sunset.”

“I’ll be there,” Gunny said. “My wife is here, and she’s a big fan. Not sure about the rest.”

“I hadn’t decided yet,” Janine said.

“Well, you should,” I replied, hoping she got my meaning. “Like I was telling Gunny, I’ve got some other friends here. There are two other Marines coming tonight, too. I’m not sure if they’ll be here for the show, but even if they aren’t, there’ll be a bunch of us watching.”

“Swing by the booth out on the fairgrounds around dusk,” she said. Then she turned to Gunny: “Wait, I have the last shift, right?”

“You do now,” he said with a knowing grin. I was a little surprised he was helping out.

“That settles that,” I said. “Janine, Gunny, it was great to meet you. If you need any fleet Marines to talk to your prospects… well, I’m not sure an intel flunky stationed at an Air Force base qualifies, but I’ll be glad to help you guys out.”

Janine looked the question at me, and I realized she’d been in the bathroom when I was telling Gunny about myself. “He’ll explain.” I said. “Or, I will later.”

She smiled at me as I left the RV.

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“Hey, honey,” I said, answering the phone. “How was your day?”

I was vaguely aware that the me from three weeks ago would have promptly yanked today me’s man card for using a pet name and asking such a question. However, I was acutely aware that today me would willingly whoop the old me’s ass.

“As good as it can be when the mass production of tacos is involved,” she said. “I was supposed to work until 4, but I’m just leaving now and it’s a quarter till 5.”

So she hadn’t made it home yet, I thought. Damnit.

“How’d the inspection go?” I asked. I was sitting by myself at a long table under a canopy near the beer booths. It was 90-plus degrees outside, and I was trying to stay cool until sundown, still at least three hours away.

“Fine,” she said. “I have an assistant manager who is average at working the line and downright awful at handling people, but she’s outstanding at knowing rules, making sure we’re in compliance with them and documenting everything. I hardly pay attention to the safety regulations anymore, because I know she’s got it.”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “Everyone has to be good at something. You know, not everyone out there is like you, Brad, good at every-fucking-thing.”

“Hey,” I said. “I’m not good at everything. You should see me play golf. It’s a damned Greek tragedy.”

“I played golf in high school,” she said. “I was horrible at it, too, but I got a little better during my senior year. I only played because I really liked the coach and he needed one more player to fill out his roster.”

“I played baseball in high school, and we made fun of the golfers,” I said.

“Yeah, and most of you guys will be building the golfers’ houses in a few years,” she giggled.

“True enough,” I said. “Not me though. I’ll make my old teammates mow my lawn.”

“Really, now,” she said. “And what kind of grand plans does Brad Carver have for the future?”

“You really want to know?” I asked. I hadn’t really discussed it with anyone outside of those who’d be directly involved. Even my parents didn’t know.

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Leah Masters had been intensely attracted to her Senior English teacher from the very first moment she had laid eyes upon him. Whenever he looked her way Leah blushed crimson-red, whenever she thought about him she soon became moist between her thighs. She had the hots for her English teacher bad.

Leah prided herself on her looks, and was very happy with her status at the top of the social ladder at her state high school. A stunning combination of Japanese and Hawaiian, Leah had slightly darkened skin, long smooth legs, a full luscious figure, long curling jet-black hair and a sweet, angelic face. Her round facial features, full crimson-red lips and deep emerald-green eyes could allow Leah to bend any straight male, and a number of females, to her will.

Although she loved sex, it wasn’t the most important thing in the world to Leah. She liked being with a guy who could satisfy her intellectual needs as well as her physical ones. And most of the guys came up way short in one department or the other – there didn’t seem to be anybody her age that had a perfect blend of both. But Mr Sorrenson, however, was different.

He was utterly captivating to Leah, everything she could possibly want in a man all wrapped up into one single package. Smart, sophisticated, funny, and a drop-dead gorgeous hunk, Mr Sorrenson was a teenage girl’s wet dream in the flesh.

An academically-driven student, Leah leapt head-first into her studies in Senior English, going out of her way to befriend her teacher and win from him some form of special notice.

She even went so far as to start taking off her bra before her English classes, and lean over her desk when she was writing far enough so that from his desk Mr Sorrenson could see her deep cleavage. When she handed in her work to Mr Sorrenson every lesson to get marked off, Leah made sure to lean over far enough so that he could glance right down her open blouse if he cared to do so. Mr Sorrenson was only a man, after all. He stole himself some quick glances at Leah’s tits now and then, which always brought a slight smile to her lips whenever she managed to catch him in the act.

Leah knew that she was being noticed, and she loved it. Moving things on to the next phase would be challenging, but the thrill of it excited her like nothing else had in a very long time. The thought of fucking her English teacher wildly til he shot his cum deep inside her got Leah’s pussy all soaking wet.

Hank Sorrenson tried to focus on the test papers he had to mark for one of the junior grades, but couldn’t stop his mind from wandering off to a subject that had almost constantly been in his thought as of late – Leah Masters. He didn’t know if she was intentionally or unintentionally teasing him, if she was trying to seduce him or just playing games. He had no idea what the 18-year-old student’s motives were with her brazen exposure, or whether she even realized what she was doing to him, but what he did know for a fact was that he could not allow himself to get involved in an affair with a student, under any circumstances. He was a 32-year-old married English teacher and she was an 18-year-old student with her entire life ahead of her. No way.

Slowly, unwillingly, his eyes were drawn up from the important paperwork he had to finish and he was again staring at Leah. She was sitting at the front of the class, as always diligently hard at work, her long legs spread-eagled under her desk. She was chewing absentmindedly at the end of a felt-tipped pen, her brow creased with concentration. Every movement she made, every look that crossed her face…. it all seemed indescribably interesting to Hank. He couldn’t put his feelings into words that would do them justice.

Suffice to say, he was absolutely spellbound by Leah in every way, Sorrenson thought with a saddened heart.

The bell suddenly rang signalling the end of the day’s lessons, and as one most of the class snatched up their textbooks, pads, pens, and bags and rushed for the door. Leah, however, calmly assembled her gear together, and got up out of her seat, leaving her belongings at her desk. She made her way straight on over to where her teacher sat behind his large desk, at the very front of the classroom.

Oh Jesus, she’s coming over here, Hank realized, trying to fight back the sheer panic that threatened to consume him. Okay, get a grip on yourself, man! Just try to act as normal as you can and do your best to get rid of her fast. For Christ’s sake, she’s a student. Remember that!

Leah could see that Mr Sorrenson was slightly on edge as she approached, and was relieved. She was as nervous as hell, her heart thumping away inside her chest at a mile a minute and she was sweating from every pore of her being. But Leah had planned everything through well in advance and was determined to succeed. She was not going to accept failure as an option in this endeavour.

“Mr Sorrenson, I was wondering….do you have my mark available by any chance from our last assignment?” escort bayan topkapı she asked in her sweet, girlishly innocent voice, all smiles and budding eyelids.

“Sure, Leah,” the teacher replied, shuffling through one of the piles of paperwork stacked up on his desk. Out of the corner of her eye, Leah saw the last of her classmates file out of the room. Time to put her plan into action.

Mr Sorrenson was handsome in ways few other men could ever aspire to be. He had short-cropped blonde hair, a hard, ruggedly attractive face, broad shoulders and a tightly packed muscular frame. He even had an earring through his left earlobe, which Leah thought was just a cut above. He was well worth any risk in her eyes.

“Arrghh, my neck!” Leah said with an exaggerated groan, creaking her head back and around as though her neck were painfully stiff. When the teacher looked up from his search for her assignment, concerned, she smiled sadly. “Damn thing’s been giving me hell all day.”

“That’s not good at all,” Mr Sorrenson said. What he said next was completely shocking and totally out of the blue. It was more than Leah could have ever hoped for.

The words were out of his mouth before Hank quite grasped the full extent of what he was saying. “Here, let me massage your neck for you,” he had suggested. He had just dug himself into a hole Hank had tried his best to avoid, all pretty much on his own accord.

After he’d said the words and the damage was done, a large part of Hank was very happy indeed that he had made the suggestion. Hank Sorrenson could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins and knew that his heart was thumping away at a reckless pace. He had to wipe his hands on his pants to get rid of the sweat as Leah accepted his offer with a sexy little smile and turned around on the spot, then slowly sat down right in front of him. At least, Hank thought with a weak smile, she wasn’t facing me. Then there was no way she could’ve missed the huge bulge in the front of his pants the English teacher’s hard-on was making.

First off, Hank took things slow, gently pushing into the flesh of Leah’s bare neck with his fingers. Then he began to find himself working into his task at hand, pushing in harder with his fingers to try and loosen up the young woman’s taut neck muscles.

Leah groaned with pleasure as he continued his massage, which didn’t help Hank’s state of arousal one bit. It sounded almost sexual to his ears. He was increasingly confident that Leah was being lulled into the moment, getting off on the close contact and intimacy of the massage just like Hank was himself. The feel of Leah’s smooth silky skin and her taut muscles was intensely arousing, that was undeniable. The entire situation was getting the married schoolteacher horny in ways his wife had failed to do since the early years of passion in their relationship.

“Lower,” Leah encouraged as she squirmed about on the floor. Leah felt so turned on that she thought she’d explode, but with dogged determination she bit down on any overtly sexual noises. She wanted to break the last ounces of will to resist her advances in her teacher so that the inner animal inside was unleashed. “Please, lower….”

Mr Sorrenson’s hands were kneading the sides of her neck as Leah urged him to move lower, and slowly he did as he was directed. His big, strong manly hands slipped around to the young lady’s front and then began to slide down over her protruding collarbone. “Lower…Lower…” Leah whispered again and again as his massage turned into sweet, fleeting caresses. He slowly, torturously slid his hands down into the V-opening of her light blue blouse. “Lower….”

Leah knew exactly what he was doing, Hank knew, and she wanted it! The line between what was acceptable practice between a teacher and student and what was not became very blurry as Hank’s lust threatened to overwhelm his senses, and slowly he felt his resistance to his animalistic urges slip away. His hands seemed to be operating on their own accord as they slowly slipped into Leah’s blouse top. Finally, he let himself go. To hell with it, he thought to himself. He wanted to bone Leah like nothing else, and she seemed to want him too. As long as it stayed between the two of them everything would be fine.

At last, his hands slid up over the upper rises of her breasts and he finally cupped Leah’s firm, round tits. As he mashed the young woman’s D-cup breasts together and roughly teased her nipples, Hank leaned down and slightly in a little bit so he could slide his tongue into Leah’s left earlobe. She shuddered as his tongue slid into her ear as far as it would go and groaned as he twisted her big, hard fat nipples painfully.

“Oh God, I’ve wanted you so bad!” Leah whimpered as her teacher quickly pulled his hands out of her blouse and helped her to her feet. She hurriedly straddled his lap and began to rub his aching cock through the front of his denim jeans, then leaned in close beykent escort to give him a long, tonguing kiss on the lips. “Oh Jesus Christ, Mr Sorrenson, your cock feels so big and beautiful!”

“Please, call me Hank,” the handsome man said with a slight grin as he pulled back from her ever so slightly, roughly squeezing and playing with her large tits as she rubbed his fuck-rod.

“Yes!” Hank cried out as he reached out under Leah’s mini-skirt to grab her firm buttocks. He squeezed and mashed together her small butt-cheeks as he kissed his young student deeply on her lips, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. Leah grounded her hips in against Hank’s cock and gyrated herself against him, which caused Hank to bellow in delirious, pre-orgasmic pleasure. “Oh, Jesus!” he moaned out loud, shuddering in lustful desire. “That’s it, baby!”

Hank needed to regain some sense of compose, because he wanted to take his time with Leah, give her something to really scream about. So he picked her up by the teenager’s butt and carried her over to his desk. Propping Leah up on a clear corner, Hank Sorrenson swept his desk clear of all his paperwork and equipment in a few swift motions, then turned his attention straight back to the young woman again.

He was going to make her moan, he was going to make her cum so much she’d black out from the intense, delirious pleasure. Oh, he was going to enjoy this!

The look in Mr Sorrenson’s eyes made Leah’s stomach knot with lustful desire. Her panties were literally soaked through with her pussy-juices, as Leah could feel the wet stickiness squelch between her thighs as her legs pressed together. Leah wanted this, wanted to be a willing servant to her hunky teacher’s every twisted desire. But although she had wanted to unleash the inner beast within Mr Sorrenson, which had until recently been suppressed deep inside himself, Leah had to admit that there was a tinge of fear accompanying her feelings of immense arousal and excitement. Now that she finally had what she wanted, Leah was starting to harbour second thoughts.

Quickly, though, her unease was allayed when Mr Sorrenson stepped forward and grasped hold of Leah by the back of her head, then yanked her towards him for another deep tonguing kiss as his right hand shot up to roughly squeeze and caress the teen’s left tit through the front of her blouse.

Leah groaned into her mouth as Mr Sorrenson then began to push down with his hand until the buttons of her blouse started to pop open. Slowly, he removed her blouse, leaving Leah topless and wondrously exposed, sitting on top of her teacher’s desk as he ogled her bare, buxom chest.

“You’re magnificent….” he breathed with lusting admiration.

Suddenly, Leah realized something. The classroom doors, they hadn’t been locked! As she turned her head to look towards the class’ two doors, Leah was suddenly overwhelmed by a sinking sensation in the very pit of her stomach. Even before she saw the female teacher standing in one of the doorways, Leah knew that they’d been sprung.

It was Miss Summers, a fellow Senior English teacher. Her face was flushed scarlet-red and she had a shocked, horrified look on her face. This, Leah felt deep down inside, meant nothing but trouble….

Pamela Summers was new to the school, had been transferred over at the beginning of the year to fill in the gap of a retiring teacher. Although everyone on the faculty was nice enough, Pam had few real friends on the school staff. Hank Sorrenson, in her opinion, was one of the best of the lot, and they had gotten on quite well since the very beginning.

But Pam had seen too much of what had happened between him and Leah Masters to ever look at Hank in the same light again. She felt sickened, disgusted, appalled, and a variety of emotions in between. Hank was a married man, for Christ’s sake, and he was meant to be Leah’s teacher! Pam thought to herself with utter contempt.

There was a part of her, however, that was immensely turned on by every single aspect of what she was witnessing. Pam could feel her cunt tingle slightly as her pussy became moist with her arousal. She shifted positions as stood, her face furrowed in determination. Damn it, this was not the time to get horny! Pam told herself angrily. She was witnessing a serious breach of the teacher/student code of conduct.

Hank noticed the horrified look on Leah’s face and quickly spun around. When he saw that someone was standing at the door not ten feet away, his heart skipped a beat – or so it felt to Hank. Oh fuck! Hank thought. His legs got weak and he almost fell over, were it not for the table behind him. It was Pamela, and by the look on her face she’d seen more than enough to damn him outright.

Pam Summers was a sweet enough woman, warm and fun-loving once one made the effort to get to know her. She reminded Hank of an old girlfriend he used to go out with, in a good way, and she had a smart, bubbly personality ortaköy escort that was uniquely her own.

She was 26-years-old, had long natural golden-blonde hair tied back all the time in a tight ponytail, light blue eyes, full red lips and high cheekbones. Pam had a somewhat wizened look about her, which seemed to portray deep intelligence, which Hank knew she had in abundance. Her huge breasts and long shapely legs, both which she liked to accentuate with the clothes she wore without being forward about it, would make any straight guy weep.

The desire to fuck Pam had always been on his mind since the very first time Hank had met her, because she seemed to like him from the start and was so damn sexy. She knew that he was married but in subtle ways made it clear to him that that wasn’t a problem with her, if he had the guts to make the first move. But he never did make the move.

But Hank suddenly realised that he had a way to get out of this delicate situation. Pam was indecisive – Hank could see that all over her gorgeous face. He had to act while she remained undecided, to force her into active compliance with his and Leah’s sexual tryst.

“Pam, come over here right now,” Hank said in a strong, commanding voice, brooking no argument. He locked eyes with his female colleague, conveying a strong will to dominate and utter determination. Pam walked slowly over to where he stood, in an almost dreamlike state, her mouth hanging slightly open. Once she was standing right before him, Hank gave his ‘puppet’ her second order. “Get down on your knees.” To Hank’s utter amazement, she did exactly that, dropping down onto her knees on the floor right in front of his bulging manhood.

Hank turned back to Leah with a broad, wicked grin on his face, which she returned. She hiked her miniskirt up around her waist, bearing her soaking wet panties to Hank’s ravenous gaze, then began to finger her moot through the thin fabric of her skimpy underwear. His smile broadened as he watched Leah frig herself. He reached across with one hand to slide one of his fingers into the teenage slut’s moist snatch. As he slowly fingered Leah’s dripping fuck-hole, Hank switched his focus back to Pam again, deciding that it was time to get some active participation out of their sexy intruder.

“I want you to unzip the fly of my pants, Pamela, and take out my cock,” Hank told his submissive co-worker. “Then I want you to give me the very best blowjob you can, Pamela. I want you to really blow my mind. And then I want you to swallow every last drop of my cum, okay?”

Looking down at the demure blonde, Hank Sorrenson suddenly realised that he was seizing the moment, was acting strong and decisive, and that because of this he had two very hot, horny ladies to fuck with any way he could possibly imagine! That was how he was going to act in the future, Hank vowed. He was confident that being assured of himself was the only way he could truly get what he wanted out of life. Pam had needed a strong person to command her, and now that she had one she was prepared to obey every order that she was given. Hank’s theory was confirmed when, without any more prompting being necessary, Pam Summers unzipped the fly at the front of his denim jeans, reached into his tight-fitting pants, and fished out his hardening penis.

As she pulled out Hank’s erect cock for both herself and Leah to see for the first time, Pamela licked her lips expectantly. When his hard-on was finally out in the open for all to see, Hank felt an immense sense of pride well up inside him at the length and width of his pole of man-meat. His 8″ cock had the thickness that many women really got off on. Hank knew that chicks went nuts when they were getting screwed by a big, fat dick, including his wife, who was the latest in a long line of willing sacrifices to his prick. Leah and Pam looked like they were nearly creaming in their pants as the blonde slut English teacher reached out with both hands, tentatively wrapped them both around his throbbing shaft, then began gently wanking him off.

After a while, Hank slowly reached down and cupped the side of Pamela’s face with his left hand, staring into her deep blue eyes with nothing short of loving affection and love in his own. He wanted to possess her, to utterly consume her very being with his fingers, his mouth and his cock, just as he wished to claim the exotic, enigmatic Leah as a slave to his will as well. He wanted, needed, to make Pam and Leah totally his.

While Pam was tugging away at his hard-on, Hank switched his attention back to Leah, who had her long slim legs spread wide open and was fingering herself madly. He’d let up on his own finger-fucking, but Leah herself had carried on. Quickly, Hank yanked Leah’s own hand aside, the three fingers she’d managed to drive up her quim sliding out of her dripping cunt with a lewd squelch, then drove two fingers of his own deep into her tight teen twat, and rapidly a third, working all three digits right into the lust-crazed whore’s love-tunnel to the knuckle. Leah dragged herself up off the oak wood desk and pulled Hank in for a deep, passionate kiss. He reached up with his spare hand to cup first one of her breasts, then the other, as he continued to vigorously pleasure his teenage student’s tight cunt-hole.

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When Sans turned off the road, I hoped that he and Marge wouldn’t be surprised to see the bulge in my pants. By now, Anna’s fingers were pretty close to it, and mine, closer to her pussy. Sans parked. As we got out of the car, I helped my cock move up. I didn’t have to worry about what they might think. While Sans got the blanket from the trunk, Marge started to unbutton her blouse. Before he returned, both blouses were unbuttoned. We all smirked, nodding. Before we were under our tree, there was just a button or hook keeping pants and skirts from dropping.

While he spread the blanket, my shirt and the blouses slipped off. He stood back up, grinning, as he and I watched them unhook their bras, no tantalizing striptease. They just returned our grins as they revealed their breasts and aroused nipples. As we shuffled out of our shoes and sandals, skirts and pants dropped, followed by underpants. My cock dropped down with mine, but his was just as full, our “plums” almost fully exposed. We both jostled our balls to loosen our sacks from our thighs.

For a moment, we looked at each with slight smirks, chuckling as our eyes did what they shouldn’t in the resort, dropping down to look at breasts and shaven pussies; his and mine, also at each other’s cock.

“I’m still thirsty,” he remarked. I had been carrying the two bottles and asked:

“Wine or water?”

“Water.”

I stooped to pick up the bottle, and we all sat down on the blanket, very close, since we had forgotten to bring towels. I opened it and passed it to him. He drank and offered it around. We all drank in turn, and I screwed the lid back on the bottle. Another moment of silence. I looked at him and said:

“We’re not going to do it again.”

“Not now,” he agreed with a smirk and wink.

“Hmm! We wouldn’t have let you, … now,” Anna responded with a grin, putting her hand on my knee. Marge snorted and put hers on his knee and agreed:

“Not now, but if you want to again, that was almost as much fun to watch.”

“Just ‘almost’!” Anna replied with emphasis, her hand moving to my thigh.

When she glanced at my cock, I felt it move, just a reflex, nicer than if I had consciously made it move. Marge may have also noticed; she hummed and murmured:

“Not even ‘just almost.’ Lie down.”

We had gotten passed being subtle about what we all knew we were going to do. Sans and I glanced at each other with smiles, rocking our heads about how we should lie down. We stretched out head to foot diagonally on the small blanket. They had to move to make space for us, Anna then straddling one of my legs. Marge was moving between his, about level with my head. They looked at each other, chuckling, and then at us, and then at the cock in front of them. Mine moved again, now almost about to rise.

As they leaned down, Anna’s hand slid under my loose sack, playing with my balls for a moment. My cock lifted off them. She hummed, glancing up at me with a grin, and then her face disappeared, and her fingers raised it to her mouth. A kiss and lick over its little hole, and then her warm, moist lips were around my cock, the tip of her tongue finding where it was most sensitive, most deliciously sensitive!

My thigh drew up between hers; she rocked her hips down, her pussy pressing on my knee. She hummed, which felt good on my cock. “Mmmm!” She was sucking my cock deeper. Marge wiggled her hips, calling attention to her ass between his legs, level with my head. She couldn’t expect him to do anything; I reached over and found her pussy with my fingers, moist pussy. She hummed emphatically with another wiggle of her hips. Her pussy felt good, more than just moist when my finger slipped in it with a wet noise, making her moan, as it held my fingers tighter. She liked that, moaning, but on as a prelude to something better. She moaned again and raised her head and demanded softly: “Fuck!”

She didn’t wait for a response, raising her hips and beginning to move up over Sans. Anna was only a few moments behind her. Sans and I had to move apart to let them straddle our hips, and then their hands were guiding our cocks to their pussies. For a second or two, I could see his in her hand, see the purplish pink head of his cock being rubbed between her pussy lips, until it disappeared. If Sans was watching, he also saw my cock slip into Anna’s pussy.

Four deep moans! We all had agreed why we liked oral sex so much, but a cock belongs in a cunt!

That word just slipped out in my thoughts – the alliteration.

“Finally, good!” Anna murmured, and then her tongue was trying to get in my mouth. It didn’t have to try hard, nor mine, both of them wanting to caress and be sucked. My hands found her breasts. As I aroused her stiff nipples, we continued to kiss, until she retrieved her tongue and demanded softly: “Suck them!”

She moved up a little and presented one to my mouth. I did, delighting, liking that I could arouse her while our hips held still, that we could enjoy the anticipation. Well, her hips weren’t entirely şişli escort still, but that just increased the anticipation of how it would feel for my cock when we really started to fuck. She moaned and offered me her other nipple. How much anticipation could we stand, could my cock stand, feeling her pussy contract, making it twitch?

I moaned, and she moaned, and then moved back, my cock sliding deeper in her pussy, all the way, feeling it tighten closer down on my cock. “Um-hmmm!” she moaned, and her pussy clutched again.

Enough anticipation! Fuck! I drew my knees up and began to rock my hips. Sans’ knees also drew up. I had forgotten about them and glanced over. Oh, his hand sliding down between her hips. Anna would want that too. She did, responding with a nod and emphatic moan.

Fucking is a reflex, a very natural reflex, our hips rocking, and the women’s rocking. And for our fingers on or in their assholes, it was only a reflex to move them.

We all came. I hoped the others’ orgasm were as good as mine, it sounded like it and seemed that they were. We all took several deep breaths with sighing moans. Anna’s and my stomachs were rising and falling against each other, a very nice way to share our recovering from the exertion of our orgasms.

Marge sat up, and then Anna did. I fondled her breasts for a few moments, both of us grinning, and then sat up, like Sans was, and we kissed them. I remarked:

“Now I am thirsty, not just water, but also water.”

The others nodded vigorously with smiles, and the women moved off us. I found the bottles, handing him the wine bottle and drinking from the water bottle. While I passed it to Anna, he opened the bottle with the wine, just a screw top. He and Marge drank from the water bottle, and then he raised the bottle of wine to Anna with a smirk and remarked:

“I hope you don’t mind that we didn’t have another picnic.”

“Hmmmm! You know I don’t; would have been just a waste of time.”

We all snickered, nodding. He replied:

“Then, here’s to you,” and drank, handing her the bottle.

She grinned and drank and handed it to Marge, who remarked:

“As if we all didn’t,” and drank, handing the bottle to me.

“Um-hmm!” I agreed, holding the bottle up towards Anna with a grin, and then drank. Sans drank again, and then we all smiled wryly.

I wondered if the others were also a little surprised that we could all want so much sex, wondering if I had fucked my wife as often as I had Marge and Anna, certainly not two or three times a day, not even during our honeymoon. Okay, two or three times a day here, including oral sex, but we certainly hadn’t done that very often, and never so good.

Sans snorted and took another sip of wine, passing the bottle to Anna again, and remarked:

“Never thought anything would be like this, that a man my age could … enjoy himself so much.”

“About what I was thinking,” I agreed, accepting the bottle from Anna, gesturing with it in a silent toast to her and Marge and drinking. I handed it to her. She nodded with smile, looking at him, and said:

“I was about to say that you have been nicest thing that has happened for us, but, of course, that is not quite right.” She smiled at me and Anna, continuing:

“Well, maybe, or we wouldn’t be here.”

Anna and I nodded, and she drank and handed the bottle on to Sans. He smiled and replied:

“But you, all of you are certainly being the nicest thing that has happened for me.”

He raised the bottle, looking at each of us, and drank. When he offered it to Anna, she shook her head with a smile, then smirked and replied:

“It’s been our pleasure, you can be sure.”

We all chuckled, nodding. He offered the bottle to me and Marge, we also refusing it, and said:

“Not just yours, and our vacation isn’t over yet.”

We all nodded more emphatically and then did drink another round of wine, sort of to confirm our consensus and in agreement that we were looking forward to a few more days together.

Although there was still plenty of time for the rest of the drive back to the resort, we agreed to return. When we stood up, there were obvious spots on the blanket where the women had been sitting. They looked apologetic, Sans snorted and said:

“Not your fault, probably more from us. Something to remember you – us – by.”

We all nodded again. I remarked:

“Before Anna says anything, maybe we should all go.”

With snickers, we did, standing a line watching each other’s stream arch out. When I snorted and held my cock up and pressed to make mine arch further. Sans chuckled and did the same, muttering:

“Like schoolboys.”

“In France, too?” I asked.

“Of course!”

Marge and Anna snickered, more like giggles – appropriate, if we were acting like schoolboys. Anna rocked her hips up, but her stream was dying down. Marge snorted and remarked:

“Give up; we can’t; just have to let the schoolboys show off.”

We all laughed. bağcılar escort Someone suggested we use the rest of the water to clean up a bit, and we all did, using our underpants to dry ourselves, and got dressed again, without underwear. Back in his car, during the drive, I wondered if that had been a good idea, when Anna’s hand was again on my thigh, especially when she pulled her skirt up from under my hand. I was rather pleased, however, that my cock responded again – a man my age! At least, with much younger women.

I think she wanted me to have a bulge in my pants when we got out of the car in the parking lot, an obvious bulge, unrestrained by shorts. She did, smirking at my discomfort. As we agreed that we wanted to shower, it was only a bulge in my left pant leg. Didn’t some men have cocks that were always that big? How much bigger when they were aroused? Marge suggested that we split up, nodding for Anna to go with Sans. They both looked pleased. He suggested that we meet in his room to finish the wine before dinner, and we went our ways.

Marge snorted and asked:

“How long should we leave them alone together?”

“Hmm? Just long enough for a shower, if you ask me, or they could be wondering what we were doing. You weren’t thinking about that, were you?”

“Oh no! Of course not. Men your age have are like some medicines: only to be taken after meals, well, before or after.”

She laughed with me. We took our shower together and went to Sans’ room.

Apparently, their shower had taken longer; Sans was still drying himself when he opened the door. When we glanced down at his engorged cock – below half-mast – he snorted and remarked:

“I tried to tell her not to, that you would be coming.”

Anna was also still drying herself – always attractive to watch – smirking. Marge chuckled and replied:

You were right. Anna, like I told him, men their age are like some medicines: only to be taken before or after meals.”

“This is before dinner,” Anna answered with a grin.”

“Only after dinner, since it was so long after lunch.”

We all chuckled. Anna feigned a scowl and agreed:

“Oh, all right. Hm-hmm! Some medicines, the effect of some medicines wears off before it’s time to take them again.”

“Not for men,” I replied.

Sans nodded with a grin, and we all snickered. He tossed his towel at her and said:

“But maybe we can all have a little of this medicine,” and turned to find the half empty wine bottle.

Anna turned to hang up their towels in the bathroom. When he sat down on his bed, we two joined him. Anna returned and joined us, and the bottle was passed. We all just sipped, wanting to leave enough for the next person. Marge remarked to Sans:

“Your wine is a lot better, now that we’re here, recalling how good it is.”

“I hope so, but this is pretty good, considering.”

As the bottle was passed again, we thanked him for taking us to Avignon again. I was wondering if Anna would say something about our “picnic.” She didn’t, but probably all our better smiles suggested that we all were recalling it.

Then it was time for dinner. The people we had been talking with at breakfast gestured for us to join them and wanted to hear about our outing. Since they were Ron and Willy and their girls, who knew all about us, we admitting that we had had a picnic. They all smirked, as expected. Anna snorted and added:

“But we didn’t have anything to eat, just wine.”

Snickers! One of the men – it doesn’t matter which, since she had slept with them both – whispered:

“You didn’t eat anything?”

“Just a little, a … ‘Vorspeise’,” she whispered back, glancing at Marge to translate.

“Hm-hmm! An ‘appetizer’.”

Soft, warm chuckles and restrained smirks; people at the next tables didn’t need to understand. I hoped they didn’t understand English. The other one – Willy or Ron – whispered:

“Pity, one can’t do that here in the fresh air, not like last year.”

His girlfriend snorted at remarked:

“We don’t need to, and this is a nice place; people don’t do that here in public.”

“Just with close friends,” the other girl remarked.

More smirks. Marge glanced at Sans and replied:

“Maybe if you get up at dawn.”

More smirks. One of the girls remarked, with a glance at both men:

“If you didn’t,” she lowered her voice: “want to ‘party’ all night.”

Even more smirks. Sans changed the subject, saying that it was a pity that they couldn’t see something of the countryside, suggesting that the resort might know a taxi that that wasn’t too expensive for the four of them. They liked the idea, and we finished our meal without any more references to having sex.

As we left the restaurant, Sans said that he still had more bottles of his wine, suggesting that we go to his place. Marge said that it was too good to drink from the bottle, and I offered to fetch our glasses. As I turned to go, I looked back at Anna with fındıkzade escort a grin and said:

“But keep your pants on until you’ve had your medicine.”

I turned away, hearing them snicker, and hurried to get our glasses. When I joined them again, they all still had their pants on, figuratively speaking: soft nipples and his cock as relaxed as mine was.

He was waiting with the opened bottle to fill our glasses. He tasted the wine, and then we all drank, agreeing that it was much better than the other wine. I’ll admit that I was wondering if Anna would say anything about medicine, but we talked about what we had seen in Avignon. She did get to show off her better knowledge, but that was all right – even if she did glance at his cock after he nodded his agreement with a smile.

We were finishing our second glasses of wine, and that subject waned, talking about the last museum. Then Anna chuckled and said:

“Then I really did have to go the bathroom. Marge thought it had been a good idea, but wasn’t sure.

“We weren’t either,” I replied: “but it still would have been a good idea.”

I wondered if Anna was suggesting we move on to talk about what happened after that, as Sans agreed:

“Yes,” and asked: “More wine?”

We all shook our heads, and he suggested catching up on the new with his laptop. He turned his chair to the desk and turned it on, and we joined him. When he glanced back and gestured that Anna could sit on his lap, she glanced at Marge and me. We nodded with smiles, and she did, facing the laptop. We two stood behind the chair and let them take turns finding newspaper websites, telling us what French and German papers were reporting, and then finding US and UK papers for us. The world was still upset by the NSA’s activities; Germany’s defense minister was facing a committee about two problems with drones; and other news that made us yawn.

I was a little surprised that Sans’ hands stayed on the edge of the table, when Anna was clicking the keys; it seemed so natural that he would want to hold her nice breasts. When one of us stifled another yawn, someone else yawned. Marge chuckled and murmured:

“My turn to say I have to go.”

We all chuckled, nodding, and went: Marge and Anna on the toilet, Sans and I together at the washbasin. Since no one suggested washing, it seemed that we were tacitly agreed that we had done enough already. I thought so.

We returned to the room, now darker, but not really late enough to go to bed. Go back to ours? Leave Sans alone? Leave Anna with him, since he and I had agreed that she could be with me at the “picnic”? He glanced at us and said:

“You can stay here, if you want. I would like that.”

Of course, we agreed, then all wanting a good drink of water, and got in bed with Marge and Anna between us, lying on our backs, looking up at ceiling in the dim light. Marge thanked him again for showing us Avignon, Anna and I agreeing. He replied that it had been a pleasure for him, and that he had enjoyed that Anna (who was lying next to him) had added information. I could be generous now, and agreed that I had been impressed with her knowledge of history and architecture.

Had Anna reach down and held his cock, like Marge had mine, replying:

“I was too. It was a very nice outing.”

I nodded. Maybe only then did Anna hold his; he snorted and replied:

“Any time, … well, almost any time, depending on what you want to do with them.”

Not holding his cock, fondling his balls. We all chuckled, and Anna replied:

“Just like to know they’re there, … for now.”

Marge nodded and fondled my soft cock. I knew she understood that it wasn’t going to respond, but it still felt nice, like it did when I fondled it, usually wondering if I wanted to do more, often in the morning, regretting that I had to get up, even if the alarm hadn’t yet gone off. Her fingers gathered up my balls, also like mine then would have. I snorted and asked:

“Having fun? Feels like what I sometimes do.”

“Playing with your loose balls?”

The others chuckled. Sans replied for me:

“Of course, when no one else does.”

“Like me,” Anna remarked, chuckling.

“Don’t you both, too? Well, whatever you can.”

“Of course, don’t we?” Marge replied, adding:

“Just feels nice, even if I know I’m not going to do more.”

“Hm-hmm! But I usually do,” Anna responded, then adding:

“Unless we can’t, you know, … or I have to get up.”

“We know why,” Sans remarked with a chuckle.

“Don’t you, too?”

“Of course, but we just have.”

“Um-hmm! Like that,” she agreed.

We chuckled again. I imagined what it was feeling like for Marge’s fingers, recalled how it felt for my own when they were fondling my balls. After another few seconds of silence, Sans snorted and remarked, obviously in response to what Anna was doing:

“Don’t expect anything to happen; it’s been a long day.

That seemed to suggest that we just go to sleep. Marge removed her hand and turned to me, and we kissed, just a goodnight kiss. Anna and Sans did the same, and we all got comfortable with our thighs overlapping. As I was about to say goodnight, Anna remarked:

“I wonder what it’s like to have twins, to have them both sucked.”

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Bad Work Day – The Jewellery Store

Hector Brown hated working on Sundays. As the store manager for a downtown jewellery branch, Sundays were almost dreadful. Not a soul would be found on the streets; the religious would be in church and the rest would be anywhere but here, enjoying all the benefits a warm summer day could deliver. And today just happened to be a warm summer day.

He liked his job, he really did. He enjoyed that look of sheer pleasure on the faces of his customers when he found them that perfect ring or a stunning necklace. That would make his day. That was probably the only thing that he had left in his life that he could draw pleasure from. His soon to be ex-wife had found a younger richer man and still had the cheek to wring him dry to the tune of half a million pounds. The conniving bitch! Hector caught himself before he spat his disgust on the spotless carpet. What would his co-workers think?

Even though Sundays were slow days in the morning, they usually picked up in the afternoons when people returned to the downtown core to shop away their hard-earned paycheques. So he had a full complement of staff. On his roster he had Kelly, Michelle and Sasha idling away their Sunday with him. He couldn’t have asked for a better crew; they were all hard workers and fantastic salespeople.

Kelly was in her early thirties, and the mother of a two-year-old girl. Hector smiled, remembering the time when Kelly had brought her in. Such a happy child. The smile faded as he remembered the myriad of fingerprints she left everywhere. You couldn’t fault her for it, all kids that age were inquisitive, and she was so adorable you wouldn’t have the heart to hold it against her. Her mother was a fitness freak and had worked herself back into a size 6 within 6 months of delivery. She was feisty and tenacious and brought all that positive energy to work everyday, bless her.

Michelle just celebrated her twenty-fifth birthday the previous week and was just back from a holiday in France. Her French boyfriend had pulled out all the stops during the trip and had pulled out a beautiful diamond ring at the end of it. Hector had had a hand in the choosing of the ring. Pierre had swung by one day about a month before and let him in on his plan to sweep Michelle off her feet. And it seemed to work. Michelle still had that glow on her, and it wasn’t from the Parisian sun. She was in love, and it would take a lot of rain to bring her down from cloud nine.

Sasha was the baby of the group. She had only just joined the company a year ago after dropping out of law school. Hector always wondered what had brought her to sales from a possible life stuck behind a desk. Perhaps it was just that. Hector would not have enjoyed a desk-bound job either. Sasha was probably twenty, or perhaps twenty-one now, but you wouldn’t tell from her sales manner. She was a seasoned pro, strong and calm, and seemed to know how to read people. She knew when to strike and when to pull back. Maybe that was the common link between law and sales…

Moving around the glass cases, he continued his mental checklist of items to be done. All cases were cleaned, display pieces neatly lined up, and his staff looked impeccable. It was required of the gentlemen to be sharply dressed in a dark suit with a tie. He had his Calvin Klein suit on today, and it made him look younger than his forty years. He worked out often, preferring a run in the park to the same on a treadmill, and had kept his beer gut in. He considered himself fortunate, considering his love for a stiff gin. He had been drinking more of that stuff since his marriage started fraying.

The requirement for the ladies was similar. Skirt suits or pant suits were the common trend, and today the skirts were winning two-to-one. Kelly was the only one in pants. Her clothes always fit her so well. She wasn’t top heavy, but breastfeeding had given her an extra cup size to balance out her amazing ass. It sat perfectly on her body, and her two-inch heels helped to push them up and out. She had a short blazer on today, and it stopped just above her luscious behind. You wouldn’t want to cover that with anything but hands. Hector imagined her husband to be most proud.

Michelle’s dark green blouse was cut a little low today, and it gave a subtle hint of her biggest assets. She worked best with male customers because the defence mechanisms wired in female circuitry always seemed to go on high alert with her. It’s like they were innately jealous of how great she looked. Her blouse matched her eyes beautifully and the sharp V neckline made sure that you were looking where you ought to be looking. She was the shortest of the three ladies at 5’2, giving most guys a height advantage and a good eyeful of her cleavage.

Sasha’s black skirt suit looked gorgeous on her. Hector had never seen her in anything but skirt suits, and every one of them looked that good. She must have stocked her wardrobe with the assumption <a href="https://mertermarka.com" rel='dofollow' title="merter escortmerter escort< she’d need them in her career in law. Today’s ensemble was a dark pinstriped suit with a pencil skirt that ended at the knee. It made for an amazing silhouette. Her long dirty blonde hair was up in a French twist rather than a bun, but it still looked very well put together. Hector nodded in approval.

It was going to be another uneventful, almost boring Sunday morning.

Until their first guests arrived. Hector had been looking away from the door at the time, talking casually with Kelly about the latest cute thing her daughter had been up to, when Michelle’s gasp grabbed his attention.

“Arms in the air where I can see them, now! Don’t make any funny moves.” The voice was laced with an Eastern European accent. Russian perhaps? Hector wouldn’t be able to tell the difference anyway.

Hector turned around slowly to see two men in black ski masks (in the middle of summer!) waving pistols. Everyone is led to believe that people commit crimes with these huge submachine guns with Kevlar vests and what not, when in reality, any 9mm Beretta would look just as scary. Michelle gave him a look as if to say she was sorry. Damn, she mustn’t have hit the silent alarm button in time!

“Move away from behind the counter and stand over here.” Hector, Kelly and Michelle moved away from their corners to stand in front of the glass counters. The alarm button was now too far away. Sasha wasn’t in the front when the men came in; perhaps she was at the back and could call the police directly?

“Is this everyone?” The taller masked man asked, watching their faces for answers. Hector prayed that neither lady would give away Sasha’s absence. The gunman looked at them again and motioned to his partner to check the inside. He kept his gun on them and continued to watch them like a hawk.

From inside, they heard Sasha scream. The sounds of a struggle ensued with more screaming before a fierce burst of words cut it off. Whatever the threat had been or meant made no difference, all dissent had been quelled. The shorter gunman emerged, dragging Sasha by the arm. She was shuffling awkwardly and when she was brought to stand next to Hector, he could see why. Her pink panties were down at her ankles. Fuck, she must have been in the washroom. So no word had been sent out.

Sasha’s usually fair complexion was a bright pink now to match her exposed panties. She had just flushed and had stood to pull her panties up when the man with the gun burst into the washroom. Trapped in the stall, she wasn’t going to be able to run or anything, but he had refused to let her dress herself, and had forced her out to the front as she was. Fucking psycho! She wanted so much to bend down and pull them up, but the gun trained on her and the owner’s shaking head told her that she wasn’t going to.

The shorter gunman whispered into the ear of his accomplice, who nodded in response. He dropped the black cloth bag he had on his shoulder.

“You will follow what we say, and no one will get hurt,” the taller one spoke, waving his gun for dramatic effect.

“No sudden moves,” the shorter one pointed to Sasha and directed her to the nearest case. “Put everything in the bag. If you touch anything but the jewels and the bag, I will shoot you. Your mother will see you in the news, with your panties down.”

Sasha’s embarrassment was peaking as she waddled to the nearest case and opened it. She wouldn’t be able to press the alarm with him watching her every move. She complied, filling the bag with thousands of pounds worth of jewellery. She was halfway through her second case when she felt the cold metal of the gun pressed against her knee. She flinched and froze as she felt it stroke her inner thigh.

“Keep filling the bag!” came the command from behind her.

She bit down on her lip and returned to filling the bag as the gunman replaced his gun with his hand. She felt it travel up inside her skirt and stop briefly mid thigh behind retreating. She let out a breath before her heart leapt up into her throat as he grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it upward. Her reflex was to shriek and squat, but a firm ‘nyet’ and the gun in her lower back encouraged her to remain standing. She trembled as he continued to pull the skirt higher and higher until it barely covered her crotch. He stopped it there and then waved his gun to signal her to continue filling the bag.

Could her co-workers see her? She was behind the case and they weren’t looking in her direction. Her pencil skirt was a perfect fit and stayed in the position the gunman had left it instead of riding up her thighs. Why afford her any modesty at all when her panties were still around her ankles, getting dirty from all the shuffling about. She considered kicking them off as they were going to hinder her escape. She could not move very quickly with them there.

Kelly had seen Sasha’s skirt being lifted güngören escort and almost cried out. She watched in horror as the masked man behind Sasha continued to stroke her thighs as she emptied her third case. She shivered uncontrollably, imagining what must be going through the head of the twenty-year-old.

“You look like you like what you see.” The gunman in front of them had noticed the focus of her attention. “Piotr, what are you doing? It’s going to take longer.”

“Da, but it’s more enjoyable.” Piotr replied. Sasha let out a whimper as his fingers made contact with her labia for the first time.

“You. Kelly.” The taller gunman read off her tag. “Come here beside me.”

Kelly looked nervously at Hector before moving to her assigned place.

“Are you the boss?” He spoke aloud by her ear, his breath reeking of cheap cigarettes.

“I am the manager,” Hector spoke up. He felt he had a duty to his staff and had to step in.

“So you’re the boss? Must be a shitty Sunday for you.”

Hector didn’t flinch. It was turning out to be rather bad, but it didn’t look like their assailants intended to kill them, so if only they could ride it out, they’d be safe. Everything was covered by insurance anyhow.

“Well I have a treat for you.” The gunman seemed to have a wicked smile that could be felt from under his mask.

“You. Michelle,” he ordered as he watched her tag dance on her breasts. “You’re going to give your boss a blowjob.”

There was a moment of silence as his command sunk in. “You heard me,” he repeated. “Take his pants off, get down on your knees and suck his penis! Or…” he cocked his pistol and pointed it at Hector. “My finger might slip.”

“You bastard!” Hector snarled.

“I didn’t say you could refuse the gift. Consider it a bonus for your cooperation. So Michelle, I’m waiting.”

Michelle was beginning to cry as she sat herself down in front of Hector. Her joy from her wedding proposal was all but gone in the light of this situation. With trembling fingers she undid Hector’s belt and trousers and pulled them down to the floor. She turned to look at the gunman who looked at her impatiently. Reluctantly, she returned to face Hector’s crotch. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his briefs, she pulled them down to reveal his flaccid member.

“Awww, come now. Surely you can be a little more enthusiastic than that!” The robber chided him. “Well Michelle, we don’t have all day. You’re going to suck it off or you’re going to have his blood splattered all over you.”

Michelle looked up at Hector with tears streaming down her pretty face as she moved closer towards his limp cock. She nervously opened her mouth and put it in. It was her first blowjob and she had been thinking of surprising Pierre with it at his birthday next month. Well it wouldn’t be her first now. She was worried that a cock would taste funny, but it didn’t. She thought it felt strange, a little squishy but not in a cake sort of way. Maybe a little like chocolate mousse? She licked at it cautiously, deciding that it wasn’t that harmful in its current state.

Hector gasped when Michelle’s mouth closed around his cock. It felt good. He tried to think back to the last time he had a blowjob, but couldn’t focus on very much else but Michelle’s warm lips and nervous tongue. He could feel the stirring in loins as his cock responded to the tender ministrations.

Michelle felt him twitch in her mouth and her eyes widened as he began to grow. What could earlier have been chocolate mousse now like a German sausage, thick and hard. Pierre wasn’t this wide around she thought as she gagged on Hector’s new increased size. She released him as she fought to catch her breath. Now that she was away from it she could see that her boss was quite a ways thicker than Pierre, though probably three inches shorter. That would make it easier wouldn’t it? Without requiring any further urging, she inhaled him again.

Hector stood stock still as Michelle continued to suck on his cock. It felt incredibly good, and he fought the urge to grab her head and pound his frustration into her mouth. Kelly tried to avert her eyes, but the gunman brought the gun to her temple, whispering that she ought to be respectful to her boss and give him his due attention. “You liked watching Piotr and your blonde friend didn’t you? So you have to watch Michelle suck your boss.”

Sasha had finished four cases and had four to go. She saw Michelle whip Hector’s penis out and suck on it, but she had other things to worry about. Piotr had been getting bolder with each case. As she bent over to reach for the jewels in the case, he would rub the gun between her legs. It felt dirty and degrading, but she felt a powerful buzz whenever the cold steel met her clit. And it was happening more often now, like clockwork. She would bend to retrieve some items from the case and the gun would be there at the maslak escort right spot for her rub up against as she stood to fill the bag. She tried to deny it, but she could feel herself getting a little wet.

Just four more cases and they would leave. Just four more.

Michelle was now sucking away with reckless abandon and Hector almost wanted to tell her to stop in fear that she’d wrench it off. She was enjoying it quite a bit now, her large Wiener. She licked the length of it and flicked the tip with her tongue before enveloping it completely. Since Hector wasn’t long, she could fit most of the length in her mouth, though she knew she would need to learn some other tricks before she would be able to take Pierre. The fact that she was practising on her boss she pushed as far back into her recesses of her mind as she could.

Hector was reaching his limit. Michelle had stepped up her game about a minute ago, and he could not keep it in for much longer. He tried to get her attention to slow down or stop, but she wouldn’t. He was too close to the edge now. He grabbed her head and pulled her away just before he came, and instead sprayed long sticky threads of cum around her mouth and nose, across her jacket and down onto her lap. He stood there gasping, holding on her head for support.

“Now look what a mess you’ve made!” The gunman shook his head in mock disgust. “You’ve dirtied her clothes! Stand up Michelle.”

Michelle complied as he continued, “As her boss, you cannot condone such messy attire. To make it worse, you’re responsible for this mess! So you must clean it up – with your tongue.”

Hector gaped as the gun waved in the direction of Kelly. “Clean her up with your tongue, or else. Michelle, don’t you clean anything or move away. Make sure he is the one doing the cleaning.”

Their roles reversed, Hector knelt down in front of her, eye level to a single gob on her skirt, its whiteness stark against the dark material. He licked at it, scrunching up his face at the salty taste before sucking it up altogether. “Good boy,” the gunman mocked, “keep going.”

There were two long strings of cum running down the length of her jacket and Hector opted to lick it up at one shot, so as to only have to swallow once. He started down below and ran his tongue up the length of the suit, catching the cum as it fell away from the jacket into his mouth. His tongue had to follow the contours of her body, and up close, he could tell that she was truly fine. He completed the second line of cum and stepped back to swallow. Disgusting! Where next?

His eyes followed the white threads to the most exposed part of her. A good amount of cum had missed her face and dribbled right down her neck pool in her breasts. Maybe the gunman didn’t notice? “You know that I can see where all your cum is, right? Don’t try to skip anything. Kelly, get on your knees!”

Kelly sank to the floor as her assailant moved behind her. Her tears of fear fell openly as the barrel of the gun touched the back of her head. “Hector please,” was all she could say.

Hector looked at Michelle who just looked away. He helped her out of her jacket and threw it on the glass counter behind them. He leaned in to lick at her chest, and moved up towards her neck. Michelle trembled under the soft touch of his tongue. If he needed to clean it all, wouldn’t she need to take her blouse off? She shivered again his breath at her neck made her stomach do flip-flops.

Hector was enjoying his punishment. Michelle’s skin tasted sweet, and she smelt really beautiful. After cleaning her upper chest and neck, he moved down towards the pool at her cleavage. He sucked at it a while, before deciding that he would not be able to get it all. He unbuttoned each button on her blouse slowly, waiting for resistance or protest but none came. Slowly her impressive breasts came more and more into view. All buttons undone now, he pulled her blouse open to display her black lacy bra. She reached between her breasts and undid the clasp, opening the channel and letting the trapped cum flow freely down in the valley between her mountains.

At her cue, Hector dived in, sucking and slurping at his cum. Now immune to the taste, he focused only on her 38DD breasts, only covered by the open bra. His hands moved on their own accord to support them as he continued to kiss the area between her breasts. Michelle felt really hot and bothered now, and her heavy breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall with a jiggle at the end. His fingers moved to her nipples and he found that they were hard and sensitive. She started at his touch, but did not move away. His tongue found an engorged nipple even though there was no cum on it. She didn’t care. His breath was hot against her poor sore nipples and it felt so good.

Piotr and Sasha had just finished the sixth case now and his gloved fingers had replaced the gun between her thighs. She recognised the sloshing sound as her juices as he teased her clit and stroked along the length of her pussy. Why wouldn’t he just put it in? Her head was spinning from all the arousal and watching the action between Michelle and Hector and the other gunman and Kelly was getting her all riled up. If he didn’t put it in, she’d make him!

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“NO! PLEASE! YOUR COCKS ARE TOO BIG! YOUR BIG BLACK COCKS ARE TOO FUCKING BIG! PLEASE…”

“Your cock is so fucking BIG! Your big black cock is FUCKING hurting me! Ow, fuck! Gawd!”

“Ow, gawd, oh gawd! Oh my GAWD, Oh fuck! Your big black cock is so fucking big! It feels so fucking THICK! Gawd, fuck ME!”

Selina woke up. She had been having nightmares ever since the last incident.

Big Black Cocks was all she could think about. Images of THICK, HARD, ROUGH, BLACK COCK occupied her thoughts. The team had left her to rest in her room. Every time she tried to get up from bed her pussy and ass hole would hurt from the pounding she took. Her holes were sore and her tissue fucked raw.

Every time she felt the sting from her holes it reminded her of big black cock. The team had left her to rest in her room, but she couldn’t get any peaceful sleep.

All she could think about was how big those cocks were. She couldn’t believe it. Selina felt completely violated. Her body was so sore; she had never taken anything so deep inside her before.

Selina tried really hard to forget everything, but it was too hard because she kept having nightmares of big black cock.

****

Ax Matsuo was training again as usual. He didn’t let anything get in his way. The ‘War Room’ was a combat training facility for (5). Ax put it to good use.

In another room, Tiffany, Rachel, and David were in a heated discussion about the events of the last few days.

Tiffany tried to explain that by working for the government some things had to be kept classified. Rachel would have none of it.

“You let a bit of classified information jeopardize the life of a teammate? Nothing is worth that much! I seriously doubt your leadership skills, Tiffany.”

“Let me explain! I’m sorry! I didn’t know this would happen. I was given these files by the CIA. They needed me to pass out the information.”

“And you couldn’t tell us?! I hate you, Tiffany!”

“Rachel!”

Rachel stormed out the door. David looked at Tiffany, not saying a word. He knew better than to get between those two when they snapped.

Tiffany felt responsible and guilty for what happened. She was determined to reconcile the situation.

****

Meanwhile:

The group known as The Outlaws had been attacking organized events held by Nature’s Wrath. But for now they were recuperating from their last recent defeat. The group leader known as Fury was being nursed back to health by Chastity at her house. Fury’s real name is Aaron B. Cross. Being in the military, Cross never really had his own home.

The Outlaws didn’t have the financial support to be a full-fledged superhero group. Most of their equipment was stolen by Fury and their base of operations was Chastity’s house.

Chastity was the code name for Leasa Jill. Leasa was a tall natural blonde with rousing curves. Her full round breasts filled her ring-clad red leather bra and a deep red thong rode up her heart-shaped ass. This was her outfit for fighting crime. Despite her outfit she was prim and proper, hence the name Chastity. She thought the outfit helped in the battles by distracting their opponents, plus she thought it was cute.

Leasa joined the Outlaws in the beginning because she believed in equality. She believed in the cause. That, and also because she found Aaron to be attractive. Aaron Cross was an older man and he seemed to be more focused on the cause than anything else. She liked that.

The team got started with Leasa’s help. During her day job she was a computer data consultant and Aaron asked if she could recruit people. She came up with Vicious and Pummel. The two were in the system only because they were convicts, but their records were sealed.

Without those two Fury and Chastity wouldn’t be called a team. Even though Fury had military training and gifted abilities, his skills were not honed. Leasa had no powers.

If the two had known Vicious and Pummel were convicts, the Outlaws probably wouldn’t have gotten started. Leasa remembered the first time she saw the both of them at her doorstep.

Two absolutely huge black men stood in front of her. She immediately looked down at their pants to see something big bulging out of it.

Vicious and Pummel had the perfect characteristics to fill out the group positions. At first Leasa was so frightened of them she didn’t want to let them in her house. She always considered herself to be non-racist and non-prejudicial but she was afraid of them because they were black.

Leasa kept telling herself that they were her teammates, but that didn’t comfort her any. Her one bedroom house had turned into army barracks; everyone shared everything. That made Leasa even more uneasy.

Whenever she changed or showered she would notice leering eyes coming from Vicious and Pummel. And every time they changed she would notice their incredible bodies and huge bulge in their tights.

All she could ever do was stare, she couldn’t even think. She couldn’t imagine mecidiyeköy escort what was in those pants.

After working together for awhile Leasa felt more comfortable. She didn’t feel so shy about admiring their bodies nor did she mind when they gawked at hers.

Vicious and Pummel were both extremely large and muscular. Vicious looked more animal with hair all over his body and dreadlocks while Pummel simply looked massive and mean. Vicious fought like an animal with his claws and Pummel could increase his size and stature.

That wasn’t the only thing that could grow though as Leasa noticed. When Pummel magnified his size the bulge in his pants grew too. She didn’t want to be but she was totally intrigued.

Even though they worked under one roof Leasa never really actually saw them naked. Fury was out most of the time scouting the next movement of ‘Nature’s Wrath’. But now he was resting up with Leasa by his side.

“Who was that guy? Do you think he worked for the government? Maybe a bodyguard?” Leasa asked.

“I don’t know, but he was a formidable opponent.”

“I wish he was on our team… maybe we can recruit him?”

“That won’t happen. We don’t fight for the same cause.”

Leasa bandaged the torso of Aaron. Her mind was focused on Ax-Man.

Elsewhere:

Vicious and Pummel were scouting for Ax-Man; they were angry and wanted revenge.

BBC watched them from a distance. He waited for the right time before confronting them.

BBC appeared behind them; Pummel turned around quickly and grew furious.

“Wait, I have a proposal for you.”

“Hold on Pummel, let’s hear what he has to say.” Vicious held Pummel back.

“You have been fighting the wrong war, my friends. Join me, join the Black Militia, and know the true meaning of power.”

“You’re the enemy.” Pummel said.

“Wrong, you are your own enemy. We are brothers, we must stick together. Your team is ill-equipped and ill-trained.”

“Why do you want us?” Vicious asked.

“I am expanding our numbers. The two of you will make a great addition to the team.”

“What’s in it for us?”

“I will deliver Chastity to you.”

Vicious and Pummel looked at each other. It was true they wanted Chastity, it was written all over their faces.

“How will you do that?” Pummel asked.

“Simple. If you want to join us, all you have to do is kidnap her. She will be all yours.”

“What? We could do that ourselves then!”

“Of course you can, but then, who will you turn to after that? I have made the offer so now all you have to do is act. The choice is all yours.” With that, BBC took off.

Back at Chastity’s house:

Leasa’s emergency alarm went off and it was Vicious and Pummel.

“It seems like they are in trouble.”

“Go. I’ll be fine.” Fury said.

“Okay.” Leasa put on her outfit which consisted of a red string bra, thong, and red thigh-high boots and hurried off to the scene.

Leasa arrived shortly to Memorial Point. The district was a ghost-town. There were no signs of battle.

“This is strange…” Leasa looked around. She walked in one of the abandoned warehouses.

“Chastity…”

Leasa turned around to see Vicious and Pummel standing behind her. It was dark but she noticed something bulging in their pants. It looked like they were holding steel poles in their hands. Leasa took a step back into the crack of light and saw what they were actually holding.

*Gasp* “Oh my gawd!”

They were holding fifteen inches of big black cock. Leasa had never seen big black cock. This was her first time.

“What… are you… doing…” Leasa could barely speak.

The two brutish black men approached her, their thick dark meat entering the light. Leasa stared at the rigid hard shaft, the huge blue veins running across it, and the large purple cock head.

Both big black cocks looked identical, jet black skin, tube thick veins, and hard as rock. The huge purple cock heads looked really scary to Leasa. She didn’t know it yet, but Leasa’s nipples were pointing out of her red leather bra. Leasa was always curious to see how big their big black cocks were but not like this. She knew they were here for her. This was a trap.

In the light the big black cocks looked even darker, and more menacing.

“Please, I thought we were a team…” Leasa pleaded to them for the inevitable.

“Don’t fight it Leasa, we know you want it.”

“Yeah, don’t even think about fighting us.”

“But, Aaron, he’ll…”

“He’ll what? He won’t do shit.”

“Please, I don’t want to do this…”

“You do and you will.”

“No, please, stay where you are… no, stop… ah, oh gawd…”

Vicious got behind Leasa to prevent her from getting away, his big black cock rubbing her between her legs.

Leasa instinctively reached down and wrapped her hands around their cocks. Chastity stroked the thick rigid shafts to their full fifteen inches.

“Oh gawd… cihangir escort uh… they’re so big…” Leasa felt like she was stroking steel poles.

Chastity felt betrayed by her teammates. But she wanted to please these two huge black men. She also felt guilty for betraying Fury. The Outlaws were about to be disbanded.

“Get down on your knees.” Vicious commanded.

Leasa did as she was told. She was now staring at two large black shafts and they were staring back right at her. Nasty images of big black cock pounding every hole ran through her mind. Leasa thought about fighting back for a brief moment before giving in. She opened her mouth and took in Vicious’ big black cock.

Pummel increased his size uncontrollably as Leasa stroked his cock while sucking Vicious’ cock. Seeing a beautiful white blonde on her knees servicing big black cock made Pummel wild with lust. Pummel’s already massive black shaft and cock head grew impossibly larger in Leasa’s delicate hand.

Leasa wrinkled her forehead in amazement. Her hand let go of the expanding cock; it grew so big she couldn’t wrap it anymore. She now knew what gifted people really possessed.

A HUGE POWERFUL COCK.

“Your cock is so BIG…I want to please your big black COCK…” Leasa moaned with new wanton lust. She didn’t know what was coming over her, but Leasa felt the need to pleasure the large cock.

Pummel started making thrusting motions at Leasa’s face. Leasa’s eyes widened and jaw dropped as she watched Pummel’s growing body loom over her. She could see every bulging muscle on his body. His big black cock threatened to rip her apart.

Vicious grabbed her head and pushed his thick black meat in her mouth.

“Mmrph! CCRRK!”

Leasa choked on Vicious’ big black cock as his violent thrusts were most unexpected. Vicious fucked Leasa’s mouth violently, his hard shaft forcing its way down her throat. Pummel reached down and clawed Leasa’s firm round tits and lifted her up from her knees with her ass towards him. He rubbed his giant cock head all over her pussy and ass hole. His hands mashed her tits before tugging her nipples as he drove his big black cock in her tight shaven cunt.

“MMRPH!!! OW FUCK! OH MY GAWD! YOUR COCK IS SO BIG!”

Leasa’s tight pussy spasmed intensely from the penetration of his incredibly thick black cock. Leasa’s face contorted as she felt his powerful thrusts invade the depths of her pussy. She could hardly believe taking in the enormous black cock.

Two big black cocks fucked her hard and relentlessly. Leasa was in an awkward position. She had to straighten her neck so Vicious could slide his cock down her throat easier and she also had to arch her back to brace the impact from Pummel’s harsh fucking.

The cock in her mouth would occasionally let her breathe for air and spew out lewd comments.

“CCRRK!!! OH GAWD FUCK!! YOUR BIG BLACK COCK IS TOO BIG! YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

Leasa looked hot in this compromising position. She had a big black cock impale her between her legs and another large black cock between her lips.

Vicious loved how Leasa locked her lips tight around his shaft. Her wet tongue pressed firmly against his cock only made him thrust into her more forcefully.

Pummel was growing stronger by the moment. Leasa’s tight wet pussy was driving him and his huge black cock wild. He entered into her increasingly forceful. That was actually his weakness. He pumped her so hard he lost control of his body. Pummel was growing too big.

But Leasa was losing control of her body, too. The brutal fucking of his big black cock was taking a toll on her. His large cock head was like a battering ram penetrating, pumping, and stretching out her cervix.

Leasa was taking a severe fucking. Vicious fucked her throat until lips kissed the base of his cock and balls while Pummel pounded the huge thick cock deep into her until his balls slapped her clit.

The friction of cock against her throat tissue burned like a hard chafing. Leasa stared cross-eyed at the engorged black meat throbbing in and out of her mouth. Every time the large cock head hit the back of her throat she would feel another thick hard cock pound through her cervix. Leasa cringed each time it hit her. Leasa could feel the entire length of the steel black piston, her cunt rippling to each thrust.

Leasa was a fairly sheltered young blonde woman but now she was fully exposed to big black cock. She had come to experience and realize the power of big black cock.

She felt like she was being probed and prodded by hard steel rods. Leasa felt extremely violated as big black cock penetrating her felt fierce and intense. Leasa was used and abused; an object for big black cock to force into as deep as possible.

Leasa choked on Vicious’ big black cock; the thick engorged black meat clogged her throat passage preventing air from passing through.

Her butt hole had gaped wide open; Leasa’s ass hole dilating from the taksim esc enormous black cock stretching her pussy.

Subconsciously Leasa was scared to take big black cock up the ass but she was focused on the big black cock down her throat. Her eyes would cross each time the thick black cock pushed forward into her mouth. She could feel the heavy balls slapping her chin and clit, churn disgustingly thick black sperm.

Pummel on the other hand was eyeing her gaping ass hole. Watching and thinking about sinking his big black cock into her ass hole made his shaft expand even thicker. His large hands rubbed and kneaded her beautiful hearth-shaped ass.

Leasa’s lips were glistening from her saliva as she sucked Vicious’ big black cock. His large thick cock head would descend down her throat and scruff the tight cock stroking muscles. Vicious loved to grab the back of her head and fuck her face. He forced his thick cock violently causing a throat-choking deep throat. Having women’s throats stroking his cock was simply the best.

Leasa had been taking in big black cock balls deep for a good long time, but now she felt something pressing against the entrance of her ass hole. Leasa realized Pummel had pulled out of her exhausted and tired pussy and held his cock at the entrance of her butt.

Her anal sphincter slowly began opening up as Pummel continued to push his thick cock head at her butt hole. At the same time Vicious had picked up speed fucking her throat and squeezing her full-sized tits for leverage. Leasa could feel Vicious tube thick shaft expanding, she thought he was going to cum soon and at the least he would be done fucking her.

Big black cock fucked her body mercilessly. The large black meat was fucking her throat fast and furious. Leasa felt the pressure on her ass hole increasing painfully. She was about to take big black cock up the ass.

“Mmrph! MMRPH!!! CCRRK!!!”

The added vibration coming from Leasa’s throat triggered a nasty and violent gush of semen from the cock head in her mouth. Leasa felt the powerful blasts hit the back of her throat. She could tell the cum was extremely thick and gooey because she tried swallowing it but the sperm just clung to her throat. Leasa could feel the jolting from the big black cock, blasting thick gooey semen and plastering the walls of her throat.

Leasa was trying diligently to swallow all the cum that exploded in her mouth and throat. That was when Pummel forced his massive cock head through her anal sphincter.

“OW GAWD!!!”

Pummel plunged his big thick black cock in Leasa’s tight ass hole. Her butt gripped the might black shaft as the engorged organ assaulted her anal hole. Her rectum quivered in anticipation to having an impossibly large, tremendously thick, rock-hard steel pole of a cock penetrate and pummel the depths of her tight pink butt hole. Leasa could feel the thick veins and the hard black shaft invading her ass.

“Oh no, please… not my ass…”

Leasa’s cunt fluids had lubricated Pummel’s enormous cock and that was the only possible saving grace for her ass. The shiny coated black cock slowly but forcefully glided in past Leasa’s tense anal sphincter. The rather thick tube cock taunted Leasa, threatening to rip her ass apart.

“OW! Fuck, my ASS!”

Her butt was stretched out tight and she could feel the rock-hard shaft sliding vigorously along her rectum. Leasa felt her stomach shift up towards her rib cage as the big black cock was shoved in her ass to the hilt. That was it. Her life flashed before her eyes. Before this she was a prim and proper woman, now she was taking big black cock up the ass.

“OH MY GAWD! My ass feels so full!”

She could feel the engorged fuck rod throbbing with hot thick cum ready to plaster her body. Leasa felt as if a steel pole had been implanted into her ass hole. Every vein pulsing along the length of the shaft could be felt by her sensitive rectum.

Leasa felt completely powerless in the hands of these two giant black men. She was weak and insignificant, an object there to please their desires. Leasa was in disbelief as her butt was simply just stuffed with big black cock. All she could do was take it and hope it was all over soon.

Leasa stared at Vicious’ still rigid shaft and imagined that huge organ being shoved in and out of her ass. It was magnificent. Vicious wasn’t through with fucking her. He picked her up by her legs and his thick shaft was now aimed directly at her swollen wet cunt.

“OH MY, FUCK! FUCKING BLACK COCK, OW GAWD!”

Having two big black cocks deep inside her was simply insane. Leasa was consumed by the overwhelmingly brutal double penetration. Such intense jaw-dropping torture was unbearable for Leasa. She had completely given in. The only thing holding her up was the big black cocks reaming her ass and cunt. Leasa screamed as she was thoroughly stretched out, the thin membrane between her ass and pussy being on the brink of tearing.

Besides feeling every inch of big black cock deep inside her, she also felt the guilt. Vicious and Pummel had betrayed the team, and Leasa had betrayed Aaron. Leasa enjoyed being a superhero; it made her feel important. She knew she wouldn’t be a superhero for long.

“OH MY GAWD! FUCK ME! OW, FUCK MY ASS WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!”

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The 7…Hmmmmm…Funny…That particular incident happened about 9 years ago now…It was a week before I met my husband. He and a friend had heard about me from the “7-man” bachelor party, and came up to Reno to hire me for their party. I guess I got a pretty high rating as far as “entertainers” go…*smile*…

Anyway, briefly…unless I get carried away…These guys contracted with me to dance and strip at a hotel bachelor party one night. It was supposed to be 2 hours, unless the tips got better, and I agreed to do it for $600.00. One of the bouncers I worked with agreed to accompany me for $200 of it, which made me feel more comfortable about the surroundings…After all, me and 7 guys…alone…was a little one sided…

When I got there, I met the groom and the guy putting the thing on…The two of them, AND the other guys, were like total hunks! I mean, they could all have been movie stars or models! When I met with them before it got started to explain the rules to them, I couldn’t take my eyes off the groom…He had the dreamiest blue eyes and big…omigod…he had eskort muscles…Okay…calm down, Lisa…whew!

When we finished with the ground rules…meaning “no touching the dancer..unless I said it was okay” the one guy asked me if I’d consider giving the groom a hand job if I felt comfortable about it…I said maybe…

I danced…pranced…and stripped…We played whipped cream slide and oil the tits and a few other fun games… I made them tip me $5.00 for each one of those…Towards the end of my session, I was getting pretty horny from them rubbing my tits…I’m not kidding…I think there’s a direct line from my nipples to my clit! I finished by kneeling in front of the groom and unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out…I told everyone that since they’d “oiled” me up all night, I should be able to do one of them…I gave him a 5 dollar bill and asked him if I could…

The other guys were cheering us on…I was really talking to him too…His cock was big…and hard as steel…and no matter how hard I squeezed and pumped…he wouldn’t cum!! I told him if vip escort he didn’t cum soon, I was gonna use other resources…He just shrugged his shoulders and smiled…just the quiet strong type…so I licked the head of his cock…and the other guys went crazy…yelling they were next…Poor Lamar…my bouncer…had his hands full…keeping them back so I could work…When licking and talking dirty to him didn’t work, I stuffed his cock in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth…

STILL nothing! This guy was amazing…I swear!!! So, I stood up and pulled off my panties…turned around with my back to him…bent over and pulled his cock up into my pussy as I sat down on his lap…impaled…He had hold of my waist and was pounding his cock up inside of me…and I suddenly opened my eyes to all those men standing around me…some had their cocks out…and the next thing I knew…I was sucking one after the other…some came on my face..some on my tits…some in my mouth…and the whole time, Mr. Bachelor’s cock was still hard and fucking the shit out istanbul escort of me…

Finally he screamed and came…I thought someone turned a fire hose on inside me…It was like suddenly I was on fire…His cum pumping inside me…After he came, I wouldn’t get up…and his cock never really went limp all the way…I didn’t get up until the last guy had blown his load into my face…including Lamar!!

I got a standing ovation as I stood and released the big cock inside me…I couldn’t believe how empty I suddenly felt, when he was out of me…Some of the guys wanted to fuck me too, but I told them that I’d already done more than I dreamed of doing…and Lamar was a sweetie about keeping the relations good between us…

On our way back to the Club, Lamar told me he wasn’t going to take his cut that night…that as far as he was concerned, he’d made out like a bandit…I told him he tasted the best…

I’ve done a number of “parties”…but never one like that one again…I’ve had sex with 2,3 and even 4 guys at a time before…but that was on my own and not as part of the entertainment package.

I actually put on a pretty good “non intercourse” show, and made a lot of money just doing the whipped cream stuff and oil rubs…No penetrations…but touching was okay…

Sigh…for the good ole days…

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Tiffany Littlebottom woke up, rubbed her eyes and stretched, she had slept naked as was her custom. Last night had been a successful one, she had helped another nerdy guy, Mitch was his name, lose his virginity; she did not let him go until he had made her cum. She did not want him to stay for the night, because she had to wake up early for the morning lecture; Tiffany wondered, if Abby would make it to that lecture. Abby not only went to the same group, but was also Tiffany’s best friend and roommate. She was supposed to spend the night at some guy’s place; Abby was as big of a slut as Tiffany, over the last year they learnt how much they had in common and quickly became friends. They were the only girls in their group, with just four more on the entire year; after all not many women studied automation.

Tiffany was not in a rush, she always woke up early enough to brush her teeth, eat a decent breakfast, dress up and do the makeup; thanks to her transformations that last one did not take too much time. For today’s outfit she chose a pink mini dress, it was tight, strappy and had a deep cleavage, the middle part was made of mesh and the ham was only few centimetres below her full buttocks. Together with matching pink heels on fifteen centimetre tall stilettos it gave her a hooker look, but the Double Slutification transformation caused Tiffany’s style to be somewhat trashy. The outfit was completed by a pair of sheer black crotchless pantyhose and a pink lacy thong. She wore no bra, her breasts were huge and natural (for the lack of better word), but also perfectly firm. She liked the way they attracted attention as they bounced when she walked in her heels; the nipples poked through the thin fabric. Her long blonde hair hung loose over her bare shoulders and back.

The campus was mostly asleep when Tiffany left her room, she did not meet anyone as she walked to the staircase. Most of the fifteen stories high building was inhabited by students of the automation, electronics and electrical engineering, almost all of them men, but the bottom two floors were inhabited by the few girls of those faculties and girls from the management studies. With the men to women proportions of four to one the girls had a wide choice and did not need to compete; a campus is not a place for prudes.

When Tiffany entered the staircase she almost hit someone with the door. Fortunately Bob, because that was his name, was agile and narrowly dodged it. He was one the shy brilliant nerds who used to have problems approaching girls; used to, because Tiffany had cured him of that condition.

“Oh hi, Tiff” Bob greeted her cheerfully ignoring the fact that he almost got hit.

He approached her with the obvious intention of kissing her, his hand went around her waist and down to her buttock which he grabbed shamelessly. But Bob was barely 165 centimetres tall, so Tiffany in her heels was a head taller.

“Hello, Bob” she replied before leaning for a kiss.

The young man’s hands groped her body brazenly as their tongues mingled in their mouths. It seemed that Bob must have had a mental peg stuck somewhere inside of his head, once Tiffany had removed it, he became a real player and even his short height was not an obstacle.

When their lips eventually parted they went downstairs together, Bob’s palm still rested on the girl’s buttock; he only let it go when they reached the reception. They made small talk as they walked towards the university until the man eventually turned to his destination.

“See you later, Tiff” he squeezed her buttock for the last time before departing.

The girl had to walk few more minutes to reach the building in which her lecture took place.

Tiffany got to her lecture hall one minute to eight, the doctor was not there yet, but most of the students were already present; his lectures were really popular. There were some catcalls from the audience as the girl walked across the front of the hall, she turned her head to face the men and smiled, she added extra sway to her hips. Tiffany usually sat in the front row on the far side, when she reached her place; someone shouted:

“Walk it again!”

She smiled once more, put down her bag and walked back towards the door, this time she used the supermodel catwalk stride; the catcalls and whistling were even louder. When Tiffany approached the door they opened and doctor Max Driller walked in. He was a man in his late thirties, smart, friendly and ridiculously handsome; he also was the head of a project in which Tiffany played a crucial role. She offered him a bright smile and said:

“Good morning, doctor.”

“Good morning, miss Littlebottom” the brightness of his smile outshone Tiffany’s and must have blinded the people in the first row.

Driller’s charm was effortless, but he also was an excellent teacher. Tiffany turned around and began to walk towards her seat, there were no more catcalls, even though she maintained her model stride. Max followed topkapı escort her as he headed towards his panel, he did not try to hide the fact that his gaze was fixed on her buttocks and legs. When Tiffany sat down and Max reached the panel, the door opened again and Abby went through them. She was wearing a little red dress, tight, short and with a deep cleavage, not unlike her friend’s, but slightly longer and without mesh. Her stiletto heels matched the colour of the dress, so did her lipstick, her legs were covered in sheer black pantyhose, as dark as her long wavy hair. She might have been slightly late to the lecture, but nothing in her appearance suggested that she had spent the night at someone else’s apartment.

“Good morning, miss Bucksom” Max offered her smile almost as bright as his previous one.

“Good morning, doctor Driller. Sorry, I’m late.”

“You barely made it in time. Please, sit down.”

Max did not act look impatient, even though Abby did not hurry to sit next to Tiffany; she also swayed her hips in a model walk as she crossed the hall. The girls kissed their cheeks as the proper educational process finally began.

The lecture was interesting and informative as always, that was why they were so popular; doctor Driller had the ability to explain even the toughest subjects to all those who were willing to focus and try to understand. When the lecture eventually ended and the students began to pack and leave Max approached Tiffany and said:

“You don’t have any classes right now, do you?”

“Nope, I got two hours to spare.”

“Good. Please, come to my office, I got some good news about the project and we need to discuss them.”

They both kept the conversation neutral, but a barely perceptible gleam in their eyes suggested that there was another layer to that affair; Abby was well aware of that layer.

“See you in the afternoon, Tiff. I got a lab in ten minutes.”

“Bye, Abby.”

The kissed their cheeks again and the raven haired girl left. They were in the same group, but both had some different extra classes.

Tiffany and Max walked to his office side by side, the man courteously opened the door for her. When they both entered he not only closed the door, but also locked it. He then wrapped his strong arm around the girl’s waist, pulled her close and kissed her passionately on the lips; Tiffany eagerly returned the kiss, their tongues began to dance inside of their mouths. When their lips eventually parted and they regained their breath, the girl was the first to speak, although she still remained in the man’s embrace:

“I like to hear such news.”

“This was just a welcoming kiss” replied Max.

He moved his hands lower to grab Tiffany’s buttocks, he continued to speak as he groped them.

“I do have actual news and they are good. I thought that I could lay them out to you, while you relieve some of my stress.”

“You don’t seem overly stressed” she replied with a smirk, at the same time she reached with her hand to his crotch “oh, now I see it. Awfully stressful situation, indeed.”

The bulge on Max’s trousers was growing rapidly. The man smiled widely, let go of Tiffany’s buttocks and turned her in his arms, so that she was with her back to him. He grabbed her breasts with both hands and pressed his crotch into her booty; she put her palms onto his, but not to object; a moan escaped her lips.

“Very stressful, indeed” said Max pressing his erection against her body harder “but I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.”

As he spoke he possessively groped her huge breasts, then began to kiss her neck. Tiffany willingly offered him her body, her moans were a clear proof that she was enjoying the somewhat rough caress. Since her transformations the girl did not need much to get horny, she was already getting slightly moist between her legs.

Max eventually let go of her breasts and lead her to his desk; the thick soft rug lying on the floor was there for a purpose. The man pulled the chair back farther from the desk, so Tiffany would have more space; he sat down and she knelt in front of him. As she unzipped his trousers and pulled out his sizeable penis he began to lay out the news for her; he talked about new sponsors, wider scope of the project and necessary participation of other students, with Tiffany as a leader obviously. The girl mostly used her mouth for the fellatio, but occasionally asked a question.

Max’s penis was only slightly longer than average, but more importantly it was significantly thicker, Tiffany loved having her pussy stretched by it. But she also enjoyed running circles with her tongue around the fat head, that way she could taste it and see up close how responsive it was. She had pulled the man’s trousers lower, so she could fondle his large testicles with one of her palms, she used the other to slowly stroke the shaft. Eventually she took the head into her mouth, she pressed her lips tightly yeni escort around it as it went inside. Max’s speech was occasionally interrupted be groans or inhales, he kept talking nevertheless. Tiffany soon proceeded to sucking as she took the cock deeper into her mouth. She was doing her best mostly because she enjoyed giving blowjobs, but she was also well aware that Max was an expert licker and could work wonders with his tongue; when she finished he would surely return the favor.

By the time Tiffany took Max’s penis into her throat the man had already stopped talking, he sat back and simply enjoyed the blowjob. The girl was pretty decent at deepthroating, but also aware that she needed to practice a lot more; her ambitions were not purely professional and scientific, she aimed at being the best at everything that was important to her and all forms of sex were high on that list. Tiffany swapped between deepthroating, sucking and licking, she never ceased to fondle the balls. Max’s stamina was as impressive as his girth and she knew she would need to work hard to receive his load. Finally after many pleasurable minutes she sensed the man’s body stiffening as he issued a low grunt. She withdrew the penis so that only the head remained beyond her lips, she squeezed them hard as she continued to lick it, she stroked the shaft as well, harder this time. Soon Max’s seed shot at the back of her mouth and began to fill it, his testicles were large and so were his cumshots; Tiffany had to swallow as she continued to stimulate the cock.

When the last drop eventually went down her throat, Tiffany licked the cock clean and stood up. She put her hands on the chair’s armrests and leaned to Max’s face, he was one of those guys who always kissed their girls after sex, even if it was a blowjob. This kiss was not as long as the welcoming one, but was equally passionate; the man’s hands ventured under Tiffany’s dress and rubbed her pussy through the now moist panties. When their kiss ended Max hiked up the dress, pulled the thong to the side, then commenced to rub the wet pussy. Tiffany again started to moan, Max’s fingers were almost as good as his tongue.

A knock on the door interrupted their bliss.

“Just a minute” said Max aloud and added in a quiet voice “fix yourself, we’ll need to finish this later. Soon.”

Tiffany had a reason to be angry, she had gotten so horny and now was refused the relief, but she understood the situation and knew that the waiting would be worth it in the end. Max stood up from his desk and slowly walked to the door giving the girl the time to fix her appearance. When he reached and unlocked the door, Tiffany looked as decent as she could in her slutty outfit. Max opened the door for the guest.

“Oh, hi Mark” he greeted the man in the corridor.

It was Mark Dien, the dean of the Electrical faculty.

“Hi, Max. I see that you have a visitor.”

“Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning, miss Littlebottom. I’m sorry for interrupting you…”

“You’re not interrupting, Mark” replied Max “we were talking about the project.”

“Of course” said the dean as he locked the door “mind if I join the conversation?”

“Not as all… sir” replied Tiffany.

She had had sex with the dean in the past and both men knew about her affairs with the other one. Neither was jealous, because she was not in a relationship with them and they were both married; but they had never had a threesome either. Max’s office might not have been the best place to do that, but Tiffany was not the one to object.

“How about you return to your conversation” said Mark “and I’ll see where I can fit in, huh?”

A doctor does not receive a threesome proposal from the dean everyday, so it would be rude to decline it.

“Sounds reasonable” replied Max with a grin “help me clean the desk. We’re past the documents phase.”

The three of them quickly removed all the things from the desk and Tiffany laid down on top of it, her head on one edge, her booty on the other. Max knelt down in the spot that was only recently occupied by the girl, he hiked up her dress again, took off the panies, spread her nylon covered legs and finally dived between them, tongue first. The dean did not need to search for an opening too long, Tiffany’s head hanging off the edge of the desk was a perfect opportunity for her to practice deepthroating; it would be a difficult lesson because Mark was really well endowed. The girl was not given the chance to moan from the pleasure that Max’s skillful tongue was bringing her, because the deans large penis soon entered her mouth; it was not something she would complain about though. Mark was not forcing himself on Tiffany, he placed his cock on her lips and let her pick the pace. She licked and sucked him for a while until his penis got fully hard, then took him deeper; she placed her hands on the dean’s thighs, so she could give him signs regarding the pace. maslak escort

The girl had already been really horny when Mark knocked on the door, so by the time Max’s tongue, lips and fingers brought her to a climax the dean was barely (wooah) halfway there. He pulled the cock out of Tiffany’s throat, so she could breath freely, but kept it in her mouth, so that her cries would not be too loud. Max continued to lick and finger her, as her young body trembled with ecstasy. The man knew her well enough to recognize when to stop, when he finally did so, the dean pulled his cock out of the girl’s mouth so she could take a deep breath; he held her head so it would not hang off the edge.

Mark helped Tiffany to get off the desk and kissed her, he was not as good of a kisser as Max, but he also did not mind kissing lips that had sucked his cock. Max gave her a short kiss as well and that was all for her rest; after all the dean still had an erection. Mark pulled Tiffany’s dress over her head, groped her breasts for a moment, gave her another short kiss, then bent her over the desk; she eagerly offered him her wet pussy. The dean’s cock might not have been as thick as Mark’s, but it was longer and overall significantly larger than average; Tiffany was not a size queen, but if penis size went together with skill then it was all the better. Before Mark put his penis to work he fingered the girl’s pussy to check how ready she was, just as he had expected she was soaking wet and basically craving cock, despite the recent orgasm. He placed the head of his penis at the pussy lips, grabbed her hips with both hands, then shoved it in decisively; a high-pitched cry escaped her lips.

Max was not idle either, he was standing by the side of his desk and caressing Tiffany’s smooth tanned skin, but more importantly he was getting closer to being ready for a second round. Sloppy seconds after the dean might not have been something that one would write in their resume, but Max’s male pride was not going to get hurt by it either.

Mark quickly reached the desired fast pace, his thrusts were hard, but luckily for the lovers the desk was solid and stable. Tiffany’s moans were mixing with the slapping of their skin and the dean’s occasional grunts. Max continued to caress the girl’s body, he mostly played with her huge breasts, sometimes he silenced her with a kiss. Mark’s stamina was not as impressive as that of his subordinate, although he still could last decently long; but Tiffany had climaxed only recently and she did not reach a second orgasm before he shot his load. He did not fill her pussy though, instead he pulled out and took her off the desk, the girl went to her knees right away, she took the head his cock into her mouth and began to suck it at the same time vigorously stroking the shaft; she swallowed a second load that day and it was still morning. When he emptied his balls Mark sat down in Max’s chair, breathing hard. The doctor took the advantage of the kneeling Tiffany and offered his cock for sucking, obviously she did not oppose. But the blowjob’s purpose was only to get him hard, so soon the girl was back on the desk, but in a different position this time, her booty was on the edge, her torso up resting on the elbows; finally she would have Max’s fat cock stretching her tight pussy. Mark was good, but Max was a lot better.

The first shove was not as hard, he instead pushed the fat head of his cock slowly, letting it spread the pussy lips and stretch the entrance as it gently proceeded in. Tiffany issued a long loud moan which did not stop until Max’s whole penis was in. The man then grabbed her hips and withdrew his own, he started slowly and gradually increased the pace; the girl soon resumed her moaning.

The dean watched them for a while, but eventually hid his cock, zipped up his pants and stood up.

“I came here to talk” he said nonchalantly “but that can wait. But I still have other work to do, so I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Thank you, miss Littlebottom, it’s always a pleasure to meet you. You better lock the door behind me, Max.”

The dean left and the doctor had to interrupt the intercourse to lock the door, but he resumed without delay. He managed to bring Tiffany to a second orgasm that morning before he reach his own second climax; the girl tried not to be too loud, but succeeded only partially. When Max finally crossed the point of no return he also pulled out and shot it into Tiffany’s mouth; she was more than happy to swallow. They shared one more passionate kiss, then she cleaned herself up a bit, dressed and left. The first place she visited was a bathroom, where she cleaned herself up some more and fixed the makeup; fortunately thanks to the transformations not much work was necessary.

Tiffany had one more lecture and a laboratory, when they were done she decided to hit the gym before going to a dinner. Maintaining a fit body did not require much effort on her part, again thanks to the transformations, but she learnt that she actually enjoyed exercises as well as extending the bimbo image to the gym. She returned to the campus to pick up her workout clothes, these were white opaque pantyhose and a pink thong leotard; the vintage style was perfect for showing off and teasing.

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The evening started off as just a quiet dinner at a local pub, but it quickly escalated into a huge gangbang.

This only occurred about three years ago, maybe a bit less. My wife Jordan and I have been heavily into the swingers/swapping/gangbang/orgy scene for a long time now. I guess you have to expect to run into people that you’ve either met at one of these parties because, lets face it, the world is a small place.

One Friday night we thought after a busy week at work, we would drive to a fairly local hotel in the hills for a meal.

We ordered our meals and a couple of drinks and sat down at the back of the dining room area as Jordan had a lunchtime fuck with an old fuck buddy and she started to tell me about it.

In the main part of the bar some guys were playing pool. One of them was leaning on his cue and started staring at Jordan. He had his shot then came over to our table.

“Hey.” He said. “Thought it was you. How’s it going? Tony over there said it was you but you looked different, you know, dressed like this, with your hair up and not your legs.” He said laughing then looked at me and said “hi mate.”

Jordan looked at this guy and said “Sorry. You look familiar but I can’t remember. Was it a gangbang?”

He stands a little closer to Jordan, looks around the room then hangs his cock out. He had a ‘Prince Albert’ through the eye of his cock.

“Do you remember me now? Can you give it a quick kiss?” He asked hopefully.

Jordan rubbed her tongue over the head of his cock and quickly slipped about 2″-3″ into her mouth. “There you go” she said kissing the top of his cock. “We will catch up later.” she said with a wink.

The guy barred up and had trouble putting his cock back in his pants. He then quickly walked away back to his buddies.

“Have etiler escort to give him credit for coming over” Jordan said. “I still can’t remember him but nice cock. Think he just had a piss and didn’t shake it.” Jordan said finishing her drink.

“Well that was pretty hot.” I said.

“What?” Jordan asked.

“You sucking his cock in here.” I replied.

Jordan smiled and said “yeah I thought you would like that.” then gave me a wink.

Our meals arrived, and Jordan went into detail how she caught up with a tradie friend at lunchtime and how they fucked in the front seat of his work car off the side of a road.

“He was a bit nervous.” Jordan added. “The name of the company was on the side of the ute and there was a bit of traffic going past.”

“What?” I asked. “So how did you catch up? Did you drive there or what?”

“No.” Jordan replied. “He picked me up from work, so we just went around the corner.”

“OK, bit risky.” I replied “but it all went well?”

“Bit rushed.” Jordan replied “but he fucked me good and hard then dumped a big load so yeah, I’m happy.” Jordan said smiling. “Was a bit uncomfortable at work being full of cum but wearing jeans helped a bit. Had a bit of leakage.” She said laughing.

After our meal we walked out into the bar and all the guys playing pool looked over at Jordan smiling. One came over and whispered in Jordan’s ear, “He did you suck Johnno’s cock?”

“That guy?” Jordan said pointing at the ‘Prince Albert’ guy. “Yes, I did. Just a quick suck and taste.”

“Oh. Right. Wow. Cool.” He replied looking a bit shocked at Jordan’s honest reply.

“Anyway. I’m Pete” the guy said holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m in the army. I’m stationed just around the corner in the barracks” genç escort he said. “You like army guys?”

“Nice. Yeah they’re ok” Jordan said smiling. “Maybe you can show us around the barracks one day?”

The guys all walked up closer to Pete and one said “Mate. Aren’t you going to introduce the lady to us all?”

Jordan smile and looked at them and said “Hi. I’m Jordan and I’m not a lady.” she said with a wink.

“Well you don’t look like a guy that’s for sure.” The talkative one said. “I’m Roger. Hi.” and held out his hand.

“Hi Roger.” Jordan said, “And no, I’m not a guy.” Jordan then leans in close to Roger and said “I’m a slut. A dirty slut” and kissed his cheek.

Roger’s jaw just dropped then he smiled and replied “Hey, so am I!”

Army Pete could hear what Jordan said and suggested that we all go back to the barracks.

The other guy Tony leans in and said to Jordan “hey, I’m Tony. I fucked you a few months ago with Johnno. You’re awesome.”

“Thanks Tony” Jordan replied. “I’m glad you had fun.”

The game of pool then came to an abrupt halt, beers were sculled down quickly, car keys were in everyone’s hands and the six of us walked out of the hotel.

In convoy we followed Pete to the main gates at the barracks. There was a two-minute conversation and the boom gate went up and we were beckoned inside the grounds.

Pete’s accommodation unit was on the outer perimeter of the barracks. He opened the door and lead us in. As soon as we were inside Roger started tongue kissing Jordan and rubbing her pussy.

The others soon joined in helping to undress Jordan and sucking her tits. She quickly dropped to her knees and started sucking Roger. Unfortunately, he came very quickly.

“Awesome.” nişantaşı escort Someone said. “She swallows!!”

“Of course, I do.” Jordan replied. “But I need some fucking.”

Jordan bent over the arm of the couch and the guys militarily got in line waiting to pound Jordan’s wet, dripping cunt.

“Hey!” Tony said. “You’re really wet. Did someone else dump in you??”

“Yes, and you’re next. Fuck me!!” Jordan loudly replied.

Johnno with the ‘Prince Albert’ was a beast and pounded and twisted Jordan into unusual positions. He went last and did an awesome job. Wasn’t huge but easy 7″-8″

After all three had fucked and dumped their loads Jordan looked around the room. Roger was still recovering after his earlier head job.

“I need more. Who is next?” Jordan demanded.

“Well the guys on the gate will be finished in an hour and I told them to join us.” Pete replied. “Or.”

“Or what?” Jordan asked expectantly.

“Or I can put the word out and let the barracks know.” Pete replied.

“How many is that?” I asked.

“Well.” Pete replied “How’s 45 sound? Or I can get everyone but that’s risky.”

“45?” Jordan asked. “Not a problem. Done more than that before.” She advised.

Pete went running out the door still getting dressed.

“Umm.” Roger asked. “So how many you fucked. Like in one hit??”

“63?” Jordan asked looking at me. I nodded and gave the ‘thumbs up.’

“No way!!” they all said in unison. “That’s amazing.”

Anyway, word got out about a free gangbang slut at the barracks and a signalling system was put in place due to the size of Pete small unit.

Roger managed to get it up again and slammed Jordan as did most of the guys. At that point we didn’t break the magic 63 barrier, but 49 guys plus me got to dump their loads into Jordan’s hungry pussy and quite a few went seconds and even thirds.

So our ‘quiet night’ didn’t end up so quiet and Jordan ended up being invited back to the barracks on numerous occasions until the barracks were closed for military purposes.

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After her victory in a seven-hour marathon sex fight Anupama was almost beside herself as we entered the jewellery shop. Another victory another piece of jewellery. It took her almost 3 hours to decide on the gold ankle chain and waist chain, and her final decision showed her taste. Not thin elegant or refined, but vulgar ostentatious, and as thick as a man bracelet.

Early last summer I had noticed a group of Indian students who arrived, no matter the weather, to play cricket (that English, Australian, South African, West Indian and of course Indian sport maybe most close to baseball for USA readers). For Indians, it is almost a religion and National team stars are more revered than Movie or Pop idols.

Anyway, I had noticed that their enthusiasm was 10000% but skill level and technique was 15%. After a couple of weeks of passing by I could no longer bear it and offered my coaching skills and this summer had entered them into a low level competition where we finished 3rd. Now I was taking them out to a restaurant for a meal and season ending trophy presentation.

We arrived first at the Chindia , a Chinese Indian restaurant, and Karaoke room. Apparently, the owners were a married Indian chef and Chinese. As at the last restaurant visit everything was on display. Anupama was wearing a short black hip-hugger mini-skirt that came just a couple inches below her arse and had a split up the left side to about four inches from the waistband. Her full belly forced the top of the mini skirt down low and both the top of her 5-inch landing strip and new gold waist chain were visible. Her top was a semi-transparent cream blouse that clearly showed the black of her quarter cup bra, the darkness of her nipples and the gold of her nipple piercings and left about eight inches of her upper abdomen, belly and lower chest visible. As she walked glimpses of her nude cunt and her hanging clit jewelry was visible. It goes without saying that her 6 inch thigh tattoo of the Goddess Rika, the Goddess of love and lust was uncovered.

As we ascended the stairs to our reserved table in the higher level, in the centre, which was raised about three feet and there was just an open railing around it. By sitting in the raised area, the seats of the chairs were about even with people’s heads in the lower area and many were noticing the 43 year old Indian’s spread legs and exposed pussy.

But that was nothing compared to the reaction of my Indian student cricketers. As they saw us the late teenager, early 20s students jaws almost hit the floor. My teammates were not the super rich Indian students living in inner city apartments. They were living 10 to 15 in a suburban house, working as many hours as they could at a $10 hour cash job like a convenience store or petrol station. They had no money for going out or girlfriends, just watching Bollywood or porn, or reading sex stories about fucking their mothers or aunts or school teacher on their phones and laptop.

As each arrived Anupama stood and intimately hugged each of the 14 as I introduced them. Their eyes goggled as they took in her clothing and when the tattoo was worked out there was a buzz of conversation in Hindu around the table. During the meal, they were constantly coming to me to ask something or tell some news as their eyes dropped down onto Anupama’s totally exposed wet cunt as she now had the dress like a belt around her waist.

Dinner finished we moved to the private room booked till 4 am with a side entrance for departure. Student after student knocked each other over to hold the door or just walk behind Anupama. In our room, I quickly talked about our year, the result and handed out the individual trophies for the season.

The boys thought it was over as I concluded. “The one thing that will make us closer and better for next year is team bonding and that is what tonight is for?.”

They all cheered enthusiastically yelling remarks like “Number 1 next year, Give it our best’, before preparing to leave.

I continued “And that is why we are going to have Anupama pull the Indian train”

They all, including Anupama, looked at me blankly before the scholastic pedantic Nish said, “Guys I think Coach means more training will make us better.”

“No,” I said. “Anupama is going to pull the Indian train. One by one you will fuck her. If she cums and you cum within 7 minutes then you are into round 2. Straight fucking only. Those left in round 2 must cum in or on her within 10 minutes. Round 3 Same time but take her anyway then if any are left it goes to 20 min most cums from her. Top 2 plus one Anupama chooses to get a gang bang for one day in I months’ time. And I mean one day. It can start at one minute past 12 am and go till midnight that day.”

Anupama’s eyes were open wide with incredulity or excitement or lust, or maybe all 3 as I led her forward.

Manyu yelled out “What about mecidiyeköy escort Sachin. He didn’t come because he thought it would be boring. Wait till I show him this on my phone.” He stopped in embarrassment. “Sorry coach, I was carried away. We won’t record.”

Anupama interjected. “You fucking will record. Those that are knocked out will be the cameramen. Make sure you pool your cameras because we want batteries all night and it’s going to be a long night. Now, boys, I will be trying to cum. I don’t want you out because I didn’t cum.”

“Strip, strip.” I started the chant and soon all the team was chanting as Anupama slowly took off her top and mini skirt and stood naked before the 14 Indians. I stepped up to her and said “I’ve got a present for you so you will remember. Shut your eyes.”

She did and I removed the nose stud she had worn since she was 5 and replaced it with a ring. The ring had a heavy gold chain which I then attached in place of her earring so she had a heavy gold chain running from nose to ear.

I put my hand on her shoulders and guided her down to her knees. Dropping my trousers, I pulled the meat out. In anticipation of what was going to happen, it was already rock hard and ready. Anupama lovingly kissed my cock, then in front of the 14 Indians licked it before taking it in her mouth and sucking it. She sucked it slowly before pushing forward until my cock was in her throat and she was rewarded with a deep moan from me as she swirled her tongue over my rod. My hands were on her shoulders, then on her tits, squeezing her nipples as she sucked and licked. I took one of her hands to her pussy and then I started fucking her mouth deep and fast while she finger fucked herself.

I couldn’t last so I withdrew and blasted stream after stream of jizz into her face and tits before stepping aside. Anupama squatted slightly, at the same time pulling apart her pussylips with her fingers. Her inner pink cuntmeat gleamed, dripping with juice as she flashed it to the incredulous now horny Indians. They went wild cheering and surging closer.

“Christ look at that clit. Is it real? God, she is wet. So horny what a slut.”

The comments came and turned her on more. She changed position showing her spread cunt to all of them wherever they stood. As she displayed herself, juice began to trickle from her cunt and leak down the insides of her thighs. She bent forward then and tugged apart her smooth solid meaty arse cheeks, showing the men her moist, pink, twitching arsepucker.

Then she went back to business her fingers invading her pussy while her thumb controlled her 1 inch clit.

“God I’m cumming for you boys. I Need cock meat and cum tonight Ungg unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh Yeeeeessssss.”

Cum ejaculated from her covering her meaty thighs.

“Ok boys, time to get ready,” I said

“No,” interrupted Anupama “That’s my job.”

She went to Ina who was closest to her, knelt before him and undid his belt, zip, pulled his jeans and boxers down, handled his cock and then engulfed in her mouth for a minute, before crawling to Mehtab beside him and doing the same. She then worked her way around the room pausing only to gasp and stroke and lick for longer as she pulled a rock hard quivering 12 inch cock out of Gangeesh’s briefs. The things you learn every day. With no changerooms at our ground, we arrived dressed to play. The only other thing of note was Nabh cumming and Anupama pulled him out of her mouth so the others could see his jism explode into her eyes hair and face. And the quantity was far more than mine with at least 10 spurts all with force not just dribbling out.

Nabh was second last and a minute later all 14 had been in her mouth.

I took her discarded bra and put their names in it and handed it to Anupama. She held it above her head, reached in and drew out a name.

“Nabh,” she called out. A groan went around the room as he had cum only a minute and a half ago

Naked the slim 18 year old stepped forward to where Anupama lay back on a sofa. Nahb stood before her and I felt sorry for him. No chance to get it hard in front of everyone. But he knelt and Licked Anupama. Instantly her body quivered and she rubbed her pussy against his face and 10 seconds later he was pumping his cock into her. Three minutes later Anupama was cumming and Nabh exploded again a few seconds later. I counted his cum thrusts and there were 9 of them and when he pulled out to the cheers of his mates a thick long cum string was attached to his cock for at least 2 feet before he took the phone camera from Raj

Anupama pulled another name from the bra. “Sabal,” the best looking Indian on the team and the only one with a girlfriend and a good looking one at that.

He had more experience fucking than the others and he had no trouble drawing an orgasm from Anupama but preferred to cum on çıtır escort her face, showing off to his mates. Bhanu was next and came as soon as he entered the waiting Anupama so was out of the next round. Similar fates awaited Ina Manyu and Mehtab while Bharat lasted nearly 3 minutes before cumming making it easy for the next person Isha who had barely entered the aroused frustrated Anupama, who had been denied her orgasm by Bharat cumming, when she exploded but he drew another from her 4 minutes later then came inside her with a howl. Incredible as Isha was our quietest most reserved member. The other person to get 2 cums from Anupama was Gangesh with his 12 inch log hanging between his legs. Luckily Anupama was filled with cum so she could accept 9 inches of the monster but when she came she dragged the last 3 inches in and held him there while she used her cunt muscles to milk his cock

We rolled onto the second round in the same order and after each had had their 7 minutes we were left with Angad the captain of our team, Daulat, Gangesh and his 12 inches, Isha the quiet one, Nabh, Nish the scholar, and Prajit. Surprises were Gangesh struggling to get it up in his first 3 minutes, and only the fact that Anupama was so turned on by its size that he came at the 6 min 45 sec mark, Sabal the woman’s man failing to get it up while Nabh managed 12 ejaculations this time from his time, his cum coating Anupama’s face eyes and hair with the last shot from 2 feet away.

Round 3 and an anyway fuck for 10 mins. First up as usual so that the timing was equal from round to round was Nabh and he took the cum filled Anupama doggy style. As he positioned her and spread her legs cum oozed from her cunt and dribbled down her legs. He fucked her like a piston and soon Anupama was moaning.

By this time the boys were betting on the result with me as bookie.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shoot it deep Nabh, shoot it de eeee eeeep I ungh need itttttttttttt.”

She had cum and Nabh obliged pulling her hips back and sending 9 long spurts into her, then having achieved his aim stopped. Angad played it safe taking her on her back with her legs on his shoulders until she came and he did 4 minutes later. Gangesh couldn’t get it up for 8 minutes and although Anupama groaned as she took the full length doggy style and came he couldn’t send any seed into her in his time in her. Daulat and Prajit both fell for the trap of getting excited with the chance of anal and both shot their cum in her arse within a minute with no cum from Anupama. Nish was simply too fucked out to get it hard.

Quiet Isha arranged her doggy style on a table but with her face and shoulders on the table surface and her arse in the ate. He started finger fucking her alternating cunt and arse with at least 4 fingers in the hole he wasn’t eating. He mountedthe table and they went into 69. She groaned and wailed around his cock as she ate it, screaming for his cum as he pulled out to avoid cumming. She had cum 3 times before at the 9 minute mark he lay her on her back with her head hanging over the edge and thrust his cock ball deep down the now straight passage of her throat sending his cum straight down to her belly.

Only the final round remained and I said, “Boys, this has been great and next week we have something else. I want you all to bring a female, girlfriend (I managed not to smile), sister, cousin, friend, aunt or mother. Now I know this will be hard but I will pay $250 for coming. That’s more than a week’s wage to you and the winner gets $1000 and runner up $500 plus the chance for more. Make the effort.”

“What is the event?” asked Daulat

“The women are going to try to make Anupama come the most. She must do what they say lie back and take it passively, but unlike tonight she will be trying not to cum. Of course, you will be watching and coaching.

The other thing is that next season the man of the match gets a trophy. I decide who that is. It may be someone performing under pressure or better than they have before not just figures alone. Well Anupama has said the trophy is 4 hours with her doing what you want”

Meanwhile, Anupama had risen unsteadily to her feet. Her face, hair, and tits were covered with cum. Cum oozed from her cunt to join was “Greg, get me an empty beer jug. I looked around and took one to her. She squatted over it and pulled her pussy lips apart. Cum slime flowed into the jug filling it and I hurriedly handed her another which she partly filled before unleashing a smaller flow from her arse.

She held it up and read on the side the official measurement 1140ml (40 oz) and screamed its mine and steadily skulled the first jug slowing down on the partly filled second, taking more gulps from it the rather than a continuous swallow. Then she put her fingers in her cunt and swished around before bringing another handful of jism beşiktaş escort out.

“This must be Nabh.’

Another handful that she rubbed into her tits. “And more of Nabh”

The crowd roared.

“Then she said to them. “This time I won’t be trying to cum. You got to make me cum. Work for it. But first, do you want me to freshen up or stay like this?”

She took their roar as a sign that they wanted her cum covered.

Nabh was up first and his cock was hard and already dribbling precum. He brushed her lips with it saying, “Every hole baby, cum in every hole.’

I had spoken to him during the night and he said he didn’t watch TV, just internet porn and every night he kept cumming for 6 hours.

He started by finger fucking her with one hand as he put his cock in her mouth. Driven by the hand on her pussy she was sucking like a paid pro at a glory hole and Nabh was talking about how much cum she was going to get. She came hard and he pulled back his cock from her throat turned on the hose in her mouth. It was more than she could swallow and she was gagging as he pushed ball deep seeling her mouth. We could see cum running from her nose.as she tried unsuccessfully to swallow it all. Nabh pulled out and Anupama orgasmed on the fingers still controlling her clit screaming

“So much fuuuucking cuuuuuuuum.”

Nabh took her doggy and he fucked he was demanding

“Who has given you the most cum tonight?”

“You, you you got so much cum,” she wailed

“Whose cum hits you the hardest?”

“You You Nabh. You really shoot it in me.”

“Whose cum do you need?”

“Neeed unhgh ungh need Nabh cum in me.”

“Eiighhhhjhhhhh,” she wailed and came as Nabh orgasmed in her arse

It continued along the same lines

“Ahhhhhhhh you are cumming again.”

“Cum in my arse in my arse.”

“Shoot it in me. Fill me agaaaaiiiiin.”

After 25 minutes she had cum 7 times and received 5 loads from the machine like Nahb.

Angad was an anti climax after that. He had nothing to offer except enthusiasm and she came one time.

Isha stepped up to the plate. The betting was heavily on Nabh and deep within the youngest team member and nerd knew he had it won.

Quiet Isha, who I had hardly every spoken to except for coaching and who was a bit of a loner within the group, approached it differently. He used a napkin to blindfold Anupama and another 2 to gag her and others to bind her wrists and tie them to a seat on the other side of the table so she was in a standing doggy position but unable to see him. He stood behind her and started finger fucking her.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he knelt and tongued her arse while fingering her pussy.

She writhed.

“I said Don’t Move,” he said. “You disobeyed”

He took four candles and greased then with Nabh’s cum that was still in her and forced them into her arse. Now as he fingered her his hand played with her nipples squeezing them roughtly. She strained against the bindings and another 4 candles joined the first group.

He entered her and started fucking her doggy style with one hand controlling her huge clit the other arse fucking her with the 8 candles. She came and moved and he pinched her clit running his nail down its length. She came again even louder than before.

“Good girl,” he said and quickly rearranged her, now with her back on the table. He pulled out 2 candles from her arse light them and knelt and ate her as he allowed the candles to drip on her nipples. She writhed as each unseen drop of wax hit her nipple

And he talked to her.

“Cum and the pain stops. You can cum. I’m eating your wet slutty pussy. Nod your head if you are a slut and want to cum.”

Anupama nodded her head like a boobing doll on a car dashboard as he continued eating her.

Then a huge groan came from her as a savage orgasm shot through her followed by another as Isha scraped his teeth along her clit. Standing close by I could see that her clit was enormous. At least equal to the largest I had seen it; the one and a half inches that the Indian female tattooist Saadhiki had made it reach.

“I want to cum in you but I need you cum at the same time. Do you want cum hard have me make you cum harder a few seconds later? Do you want my cock in you so you can squeeze it and cum?”

Again she nodded and he fucked her sucking her nipples. She jerked and came, followed by his bite and her cumming again. After 15 minutes it was over Anupama having cum 8 times and by the time he finished fisting her arse while he had his fingers permanently on her G spot and teeth scraping her clit she had cum 19 times the last 12 in 5 minutes. 5 minutes of semi continuous orgasm.

It was over. Isha was the winner, Nabh runner up and a shaking, cum soaked Anupama had announced Gangesh or rather his 21 inches was to be her choice as the 3rd for her gangbang in a month.

As we left Isha approached me. “Coach, with the man of the match trophy does anything mean anything like at Kink com or BDSM?”

It was his longest non cricket discussion with me. I was about to say no when Anupama said: “Of course it does.”

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