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Em and I had always had a very active sex life. We fucked a lot, even a dozen years into our marriage, and never shied from exchanging fantasies. We also engaged in a little light BDSM from time to time. One time, well past our 10th anniversary, while she was riding on top of me, I reached up with my left hand and squeezed her throat. Gently at first, but then harder, tighter. She moaned and quivered as she came on top of me. From then on, this “love choke” became a go-to move. It never failed to make her come.

Compared to others who’ve been married as long, I think our sex was outstanding—we could share thoughts and fantasies freely. At some point, we started talking about threesomes, foursomes, and swapping partners. We were up for anything, including me with another man, her with another woman, whatever. We were both non-judgmental of whatever the other one wanted—one of many signs that we are so well suited to each other sexually.

Em had a very sexually adventurous friend we often fantasized about, but after sex, she would mention that she could never actually do anything with her friend, that she would prefer a stranger if it ever came to that. I on the other hand preferred to think of a real person, or real people. But honestly, whatever heightened the fantasy for each of us was fine with me.

Last summer we took a trip to southern France. For one week we were free to be lovers again, not parents or “domestic life partners.” Each day we explored our shared passions, unfettered by the distractions of day to day life at home. We went to a nude beach, fucked hard on the balcony of our hotel, fucked on a deserted street while walking home from dinner, and generally reinvigorated the sexual energy that made our match so great.

As the trip was nearing its end, we spent our last night in an airport hotel next to Charles de Gaulle. It was a nice place, with a spa. We wondered down to the spa and were pleased to find no one else there. After soaking in the steam room, nude of course, we adjourned to the hallway outside the steam room, where I fucked her hard from behind while pulling her wrists back, wheelbarrow-style. We came simultaneously, as we often did, and then embraced sweetly afterward, as we often did. In a relatively new twist, I had started occasionally “cleaning her up” after sex; sometime on my own accord, sometime at her urging. This time, with some wine in me, I had no problem going down and licking my cum out of her pussy. It wasn’t something I thought I would like, but, as I said, I’m up for just about anything that keeps our sex exciting. I didn’t mind it, and she seemed to enjoy it.

After I cleaned her up we showered, which helped to wake me up a little, so we decided to go back into the steam room for another few minutes. We did not realize that while we had been in the shower, the steam room was no longer empty. We opened the door, naked of course, and found another couple had gone in for a steam. The woman was lying on her back, naked, on top of her towel. She had what I would call bouncy blond hair, past the shoulders, perky breasts, long legs, and a little runway strip of light brown pubic hair. The man, also naked, was sitting spread eagle on his towel. He had black wavy hair, was in good shape, and his thick cock was resting on his balls; he was also well-groomed. They both appeared to be in their early to mid 30s.

We were surprised to see them, and they us. “Bonjour,” the man said with a grin. Then he asked us something in French. “Non parlez Francais,” I said, and he shrugged his shoulders the way the French do, as if to say “No problem, whatever.” The woman was just grinning slyly at us as she lay on her back.

My wife is not usually given to modesty but it’s not every day you walk naked into a small steam room to see another naked couple staring at you. Instinctively, she covered her breasts with her hands, but quickly realized the futility of that effort. She is well endowed—voluptuous—with feminine hips and a thin triangle of dark brown pubic hair between her legs. We took our places on the other side of the small room, she lying on her back, like the other woman, I sitting on the bench below her. The other couple was no more than 6 feet away.

There was a brief awkward silence before the French couple started talking under their breath to each other. At this point the woman began rubbing her breasts slowly and squeezing her nipples gently to get them hard. Mission accomplished. I glanced up at Em and we grinned at each other. She then did the same thing. At this point I looked down to see “Francois” stroking his cock. They were looking at each other and chatting/giggling in French. He looked over at me and looked at my cock, which gaziantep bayan escort was growing, and said something which I interpreted as “Your turn.” So I started stroking my cock as well.

Francois then got up and walked over to his lady friend, who sat up and took his cock in her mouth. At this he looked at us. Em and my eyes locked, I raised an eyebrow, she nodded enthusiastically, and it was on. We mimicked the other couple. As Em sucked my cock I rubbed her breast and pinched her nipple. Shes huddered a bit and made a little moan. Francois appeared to like this and kind of chuckled as he looked at us.

He was grinning as he looked at us and asked me a question in French, which I took to be “This is pretty good, eh?” I answered back “Oui. This is awesome.” But apparently that wasn’t his question, because he looked down at his lady and said something, then pulled his cock out of her mouth and walked over towards us. Em was still sucking me but slowed down as she watched him move our way. His cock was hard, probably 8 inches long and plenty thick, and was bobbing back and forth as he walked.

He got over to us and said something and made a “switch” gesture with his hands—so it now became obvious that what he had asked me was “Do you want to switch partners?” And I had said “Oui.” I looked down at Em and asked if she was ok with it, and she said she was if I was. Our moment of truth had arrived. We had talked during sex many times about being with other people, but neither of us thought it would actually happen. Now, I leaned down to give her a kiss before she started sucking another man’s cock.

Our eyes and tongues met simultaneously—with Francois’ cock standing inches away. It was as close as I had ever been to another man’s cock, and I couldn’t resist touching it. I took it in my left hand and with my right I guided Em’s head forward so she could take it in her mouth. It was an incredible turn-on to watch my beautiful, sex-loving wife suck this man’s large cock. I just knelt there for a second watching. She went at it vigorously, with her mouth and her right hand. He moaned in pleasure and said something in French.

She was looking at me as she sucked. I can’t imagine what the look on my face was like. After about ten seconds, I licked my lips a little and she pulled her mouth off and said, “You want to try a little?” I didn’t say anything but moved forward ever so slightly, and now the tables turned and her left hand went to the back of my head and guided me onto his cock, which she held in her right. I had sucked one of her dildos during previous sessions of ours, so I had a general idea what to do, but the real thing was very different. It was warm, and wet with her saliva, and big. He muttered something again, and Em whispered to me, “That is so fucking hot.” She kept her hand on the back of my hand, and was gently pushing it as I moved back and forth on his cock, which only heightened the excitement because it added an element of force and control—as if she were making me do this. I grabbed his cock with my right hand and stroked it as I sucked. I couldn’t take his full length but went as close to the base as I could; stroking it with my hand helped a bit. Then she took her hand off the back of my head and moved her mouth towards the confluence of my mouth and his cock, and said “OK, honey, I think our other friend is getting lonely over there.” I stopped sucking/stroking and said, “Oh, right, I completely forgot about her. She needs some TLC as well.” But Em surprised me when she said, “You stay here. I’ll help her out.”

This was certainly a little different than I had envisioned our first foursome to go. Em walked over to “Marie”, who had been rubbing her clit pretty furiously watching our little suckfest, and knelt down between her legs and proceeded to lick her pussy as if she were an experienced pro. Francois and I were watching with rapt attention as my wife licked and then fingered his partner’s pussy, to her obvious and audible delight. Marie went from zero to 60 in about 5.3 seconds, moaning and rubbing her tits and squeezing her nipples the way Em liked to do when I ate her out. I was just kneeling there, holding Francois’ cock in my hand while we enjoyed the show our ladies were putting on. But soon I felt a little slap on my cheek, which stunned me, and looked up at Francois, who said something and pointed at his softening cock. But watching the ladies in action let me know I had had enough of cock-sucking for one day, so I got up and said to him as I did, “I think we need to re-focus our activities over there,” pointing to our beautiful partners.

Em was still going at it on Marie’s pussy and didn’t even look back at us as we walked over. Marie’s eyes were rolled back in her head so she didn’t see us coming either. Francois said something to me and pointed at Em’s round ass, which was perfectly positioned as she was bent over Marie’s pussy. I said, “Sure, be my guest.” And he slid his cock into my wife’s pussy in one smooth motion. Well, that got her attention. She said “Oh!” and turned her head back toward us, where she met my gaze and realized in an instant that she was being fucked by another man. She smiled blissfully as he rocked back and forth, in and out, and resumed her work on Marie.

As Francois pushed his cock deep into Em, she moaned loudly and pushed her fingers further into Marie, who now said “Oui! Oui! Oui!” I stood there stroking my cock, smiling at the sight, and realized I was going to come. So I took the last few steps over to where they were assembled, stepped up on the lower bench where Em was kneeling, and shot my load all over Marie’s stomach and tits. The French couple didn’t even seem to notice but Em said haltingly as she was being pushed back and forth by Francois’ hard cock, “That’s right baby…unh…come…unh…all over her…unh.” Marie actually did notice and smiled up at me as she rubbed my thick white syrup on her tits, murmuring something in French as she did.

I wasn’t bothered by the fact that I had jacked off in the midst of this fuck and lick fest, because I knew that would help me last longer when I got to take my turn—on whom was not yet clear. I sat down for a minute next to Marie to take it all in, and rubbed her left breast with my right hand to help work my cum into her skin.

Francois had grabbed Em’s hips hard while he pistoned in and out. It was a position I knew well and she loved. After what seemed like an eternity, Em raised her head up off of Marie’s pussy, and her moans shifted to the familiar cries I knew meant she was coming, which set Francois off, as it usually does to me when I’m where he was at this moment. He arched his back and looked up at the ceiling, grimacing and smiling as he unloaded his cum into my wife’s pussy.

The three of them were motionless for a moment, all breathing hard as they came down from their orgasms. It was quite a sight: on the left stood the muscular Frenchman, with his hands on my wife’s ass—to which he gave a quick, approving spank—in the middle, Em, on her knees on the first row bench with his body pressed against her ass and her hands holding onto Marie’s thighs, which were spread medium-width apart, and Marie lying on her back on the higher bench with her hands motionless on her tits. All were smiling as you do when you’ve just had an orgasm. It was an image I will never forget.

But then Francois slowly backed away and their positions shifted. Em moved to sit up on the higher bench, next to Marie, who now sat up as well. Em looked at me and said “Can you come clean me up?” I said nothing but immediately assumed the position Em had just had, with my face in between her legs. I had licked my own cum out of her a few times and found it enjoyable, but it didn’t happen a lot because usually my post-sex energy level wanes quickly. This time was different of course, since I had had a few minutes to recover, and because this was undoubtedly the hottest sexual experience of my life.

Even after all that had happened, I paused a second before “getting to work”, and watched another man’s cum slowly oozing out of her hole. It was a strange sight and feeling, but I quickly leaned forward and licked. His cum tasted not dissimilar to mine, not great but not unpleasant either (I don’t really know how to describe it but anyone who’s tasted it knows what I mean). Em of course loved this, and put both her hands on the top of my head to hold it there. I then slid two fingers easily into her well-lubed hole and found her g-spot as I had hundreds of times before. She instantly shuddered and said “Oh shit! Oh God!” and arched her back, pressing her pussy into my face as she came again.

I slowly backed my face away after she finished. I could feel the combination of hers and Francois’ juices on my mouth and nose. It was a pleasurable combination. Now it was my turn to fuck. Em was out of breath but panted “Can you fuck me now?” Before she even finished I was plunging my cock into her. She was now on her back, and I had pulled her ass off the bench, which left her legs dangling vicariously.

Francois, ever the gentleman, stood behind me and held her calves up, while I moved my hands up her body. Marie had rolled over and was kissing and fondling Em’s left breast. I took her right one firmly in my left hand, and put my right hand around her throat. Her eyes rolled back and she smiled and moaned as I squeezed tighter. This was our “love choke”, and it worked its magic yet again. I squeezed and pulsed, strengthening and loosening my grip slightly in rhythm to make sure she was getting some air. She got enough, a muffled grunt emanating from her mouth as she came again.

Since I had already come not long before this, I was still pounding away and had plenty of fuel left in the tank. I moved my hand off her throat. Em was blissfully spent, but she never minded getting fucked even when she was “finished”, and just smiled with her eyes closed as I kept going. Marie was still on her side gently fondling Em’s tits, and it occurred to me that all this had happened and Marie’s pussy had not been penetrated. Without asking (I figured we had long since crossed that line), I removed myself from Em’s exhausted pussy and forcefully rolled Marie onto her back and resumed my thrusting, only this time in her pussy instead of my wife’s.

Marie had not had the workout Em had had, so her pussy was tighter and not cum-soaked. Em opened her eyes slightly and smiled at me as I fucked this young Frenchwoman with all my might. Francois had taken a seat on the lower bench in between my wife’s legs, stroking them and then putting two fingers inside her. Em mumbled, “Why don’t you fuck her in the ass?”, and again, I was in no mood to ask anyone’s permission about anything, so I quickly and forcefully rolled Marie over and positioned her knees under her so her ass was up in the air, and in an instant I slid my cock into her ass, somewhat more gently than I had been fucking her pussy.

It was tight but somehow lubricated enough so that I was able to get all the way in. She moaned loudly and I heard Francois chuckle, but I didn’t acknowledge him. At first slowly, but then with more force, I gave his partner’s asshole a pounding. Her noises were a mixture of pleasure and pain, mostly pleasure I hoped, but I didn’t really care. I brought my right hand down and spanked her right cheek hard, which made her squeal and Francois laugh even harder. I was getting carried away with this now, and was biting my lip and gritting my teeth as I pushed as deep inside her as was possible. Her squeals were high pitched and I took them to mean her body had taken over and she was coming. So was I.

Right then I noticed there was something in my ass. It was Francois’ finger. I quickly looked back to see what was going on, and he was still kneeling between Em’s legs but had shifted his attention from her to me. He was smiling at the sight of me forcefully ass-fucking his partner as he worked his finger in and out of my ass. Em was too spent to do anything and was just lying there smiling at me. It all looked and felt amazing, my ass clenched around his finger while I felt my dam about to break and pumped harder into Marie. I grunted out “Oh fuck!” as I came in her, the beautiful feeling of release amplified by the finger pushing against my prostate. I saw stars.

I hunched forward over Marie’s back as my cock slowly slid out of her ass. My knees were weak and I stumbled to my left and plopped down on the bench between her and Em. Marie was panting and stayed in her ass-up position. Francois quickly moved in where I had been and put his now-hard cock in the same small chute I had just showered with my cum. She moaned and squealed as he pushed into her and began to fuck her ass as hard as I had. The sound of his cock plowing into the hole just filled with my cum was muffled by her cries and his grunts. Em was on her side with her head in my lap as we watched and listened.

Francois leaned over and grabbed Marie’s blond hair, which brought her head up with a jerk, and he was now grunting and gritting his teeth the way I had been, only he was saying something in French and she was answering “Oui, oui, oui” in between breaths. Finally he let out a loud grunt and made one, two, three final slow thrusts into her. His cum, and mine, dribbled down between her legs and began to drip onto the floor, at which point he pulled out, knelt down and licked her pussy letting our juices run down into his mouth. He swallowed and smiled satisfyingly to himself.

He then sat down on the other side of her and we all silently reveled in the experience we had shared. Em looked up at me and said “I love you so much” and I leaned down and kissed her softly and gently on the lips. By this time, Marie had rolled over on her left side, nuzzling up to Francois as she caught her breath from the workout she had just been given. Em and I stood up and said “It’s time for us to go, we have an early flight in the morning. Thank you—merci beaucoup—for this.” They stood as well and Francois said, speaking in broken English for the first time, “How do you say in English—eet wuz awesome!” We all laughed, and Marie seemed punch-drunk as we exchanged two-cheek kisses and said “Au revoir.”

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I had walked through the mall just like any other hot day with nothing to do; when out in the corner of my eye was a contest. It was an all expense paid trip for two to Australia for 6 days and 7 nights. I figured that these were more things to just get advertisements sent to your house, but then I thought of her.

The 5’7″ with a short cut Ruby Red hair and mesmerizing green eyes. A girl I have known for a few years, but never really tried anything with, except for the occasional flirting online. A time last month, I said I would promise to her if I was able to go to Australia, and had to take someone with, I would take her. She laughed over the phone and said you better, since you know that’s been one of my dream places to visit.

Image fading, I turned back to the little white slip of paper. Jotting down my name I slipped it inside this huge container filled with thousands of others. My head lowered, thinking to myself that this is just like trying to win the lottery. I slowly walk away, thinking to myself “What if?”

So I drive back home and do my usual routine of sitting at the computer on a video game. Jadey then pops onto the game and I go, “Guess what?” How would you feel if I actually won a trip to Australia? The only reply I got from her was, “LoL… Well remember your promise.”

We chatted for a few hours, joking about how I had been desperate to meet her and how I would go to any lengths to try and see where things would end up. I then get offline to call her, since she had said call me anytime you feel like it.

She answered moaning a bit sighing, “Hello there.”

I laughed, “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No, I was just in the middle of getting comfortable propped up here on my bed while you called.”

I jokingly said, “You were playing with your toy again weren’t you?” I giggled a bit.

“JOHN! I can’t believe you. You’re so bad.”

“What? I can’t help it if you were sounding like you were just having a little bit of fun. Though I know I can do a better job than just a toy.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it. If you get me to cum on the phone with you right now, then I will give you the time of your life as soon as we get on that plane heading towards Australia…. Mmmmm Australia. You just got to win that John.” “What? You mean all I have to do is that?” I can hear her just very faintly over the phone sighing. I knew it, I thought to myself. She was getting into the mood again. This should be very easy for me. Or wait. antep escort Is this what she has planned?

“Uh huh. That’s it. But you have to woo me, and it better be good too. If it’s not, I won’t let you get what you want while we’re there.” She giggled; the little sly giggle to tell me she’s all reared up and ready to go. “Well you can start off by telling me what you plan on doing to me, as soon as we get off the plane.”

“Who says I’ll start then? Baby, I plan on doing something well before then. I was thinking as we go up into the air I could start there. Before we take off, I could ask the stewardess for a blanket to cover you up because you’d be so cold from wearing just a short skirt and nothing underneath.” I reached down as he was on his earbuds now, so he could have his hands free for doing other things.

Jadey let out a small sigh, just thinking about that time. She ran her G-spot vibrator down between her breasts, turning it on to the lowest setting it could go, and then slowly run it around her hardening nipples, barely touching the tip. She let out a stifled moan, her other hand had to hold onto the receiver, though she could just hold it between her shoulder and ear. “Mmmm. Go on.”

I could sense that she was already enjoying this immensely. His own cock started to harden a bit. He was wearing nothing at all, so his balls can wave freely in the wind at any time. He knew that Jadey walked around naked all the time through the house.

He continued. “With the meager blanket covering you, I would then proceed to pull up the armrest, allowing me to take my hand and slowly snake it under it. I would then start to rub your thighs, moving closer with my head to your neck to where you can feel my hot breath upon it. I would massage your inner thigh, teasingly going near the entrance of your pussy, but then back down your leg again.”

Jadey’s vibrator was now moving down to try and mimic the actions that I was saying to her over the phone. She was already soaking wet, but she wanted it to be his cock in her really, not just some toy. So she played around even more. “Well that sounds… niice. Continue.”

“Maybe I should tease you and stop right there.” I had chuckled by this.

“Oh no you don’t. Not when you have me all hot and bothered already. You better finish what you started here.” Jadey cringed a bit, a shock racing through her spin as the vibrator just touched her slippery lips. “Oh god, John. Please do this for me. I haven’t cum hard in a while. And I know I want you to be the one that sets me off screaming.”

I snickered underneath my breath. He shifted a little, his right hand’s fingers just playing with the head of his own cock playfully; he was enjoying this just as much as she was. “My index finger and ring finger would spread your already wet lips apart, as my middle finger then circles the entrance to get inside of you. Slowly applying pressure, then stopping before my finger enters you. Then I would circle once again, teasing you so badly, all you can do is put a hand to your face before you let out a huge moan. I would do this again until, without warning, my finger slips deep inside you, causing you to yelp a bit, that the other passengers look our way for just a second. You look at them and say, ‘Sorry hic… Cups’. I’d then wiggle my finger around inside of you, until you can’t take it anymore; tightening the muscles inside of you like a vice around my finger.”

She was moaning by now, the vibrator deep inside her tight wet pussy, leaving it still for a moment, relaxing her muscles, and then clenching them again. She was in heaven. “Uh huh,” was all she could manage. She was gasping a bit, her hips starting to work on her toy. Her body was responding on its own, getting more and more turned on by not only the vibrator buzzing inside of her, but the soft words of my voice, and what I plan on doing to her.

My hand started to grasp around my cock, starting to pump it very slowly, savoring my story, and wanting to cum the same time that she did. “My other two fingers, having served their purpose join my middle finger inside you, as I start to move ever so slowly in and out of you, each time wiggling my fingers just a bit. You want to get up now and run to the bathroom with me joining you, but I hold you in place, the sweet torture of my plan being to where you’ll cum right in your seat, with everyone around you. You then start to slide back and forth in the seat, just so you can match the rhythm of my fingers. I start to go faster with them, now brushing the bottom of my hand, so as it just grazes your clit. You’d then have to cover your mouth with both hands.” I was getting evil and more turned on by this, pumping my hard cock even faster.

Jadey was going for broke now, turning the vibrator on full power, and sliding it in and out of her faster and faster, her other hand stopped carrying the phone now, as it now resting between her shoulder and ear. She then took her free hand and started to pinch and twist her nipples, a pleasurable pain, switching from one nipple to the other. “Oh John, I want your cock buried inside me so bad right now. Oh Mmmmm…. I can imagine you are doing all this to me right now.”

“I can too baby. I can imagine my cock slamming into you right now like you’re doing with your toy. But let me continue with my picturing. Mmmm. I would then go harder and deeper before, you trying not to buck a bit on my fingers, but you almost can’t help yourself right now, since you want to cum so badly, it’s in the air. You start to arch your back up some, allowing my fingers to go in and out of you even deeper and harder than before. You can feel the grazing on your clit having more pressure on it with each thrust of my fingers. Oh god, baby you don’t know how much this is getting to me right now. I’m almost getting ready to cum. You are too aren’t you? You know you want to scream for me, don’t you, hun? As you imagine my cock buried deep inside you?” I was getting almost to the point of no return.

I could tell by the way she was gasping she was too, “Oh god John, make me cum hard… I want you to cum inside me. I want us cumming at the same time. Mmmm. Please baby cum with me, I’m so close.” Jadey was shuddering now, her orgasm just on the edge of bursting. The next thing I said would be all over for us both.

“Oh fuck the imagining, I about to cum, and I want you to cum with me to, Jadey. Oh god Jadey, I’m going to cum.” My balls tightened. I could hear her moaning out loudly, screaming. “Oh god Jadey, I’m cumming. Come with me baby. I want to hear you SCREAM.”

This was all she needed, with one last thrust of her vibrator, and twist inside her, he muscles were like a vice around it. “Oh my… Oh John… I’m fucking cumming… Mmmm. Yes oh yes, cum with me. Yes, cum inside me, oh YES.” Her screaming was out of control.

We must have came for a good minute, both of us breathing heavily into the phone before either of us were saying a word. I broke the silence.

“Well I don’t think I need to go on with the story anymore, now do I?” I chuckled a bit, hearing her give a heaving little laugh.

“Mmmm. No I don’t think you do. I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a trip, especially after I get done with you.” I could sense her devilish smile from the way she was talking.

“Ooo… you promise?” Oh boy… What am I in for this trip? With that, we said our good byes, and fell asleep. I imagine both of our dreams were about what would happen if we won the trip.

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The ad read, “Wanted! An uninhibited male to help satisfy my wife.” I had read the ad with some skepticism. But answer it I did. The next three weeks were filled with e-mail notes back and forth. They were a middle aged Black couple. She had the hots for more than he could give her. She was into almost anything; he was more straight-laced and conservative. When they finally sent the pictures, I was floored. She was knockout, drag down gorgeous. He was just your average run of the mill Joe. That settled it, I was going to get a piece of that. We set up our first contact. It took place in a bar not far from town. They didn’t want neighbors in their business. He did most of the talking; she was just there for decoration and to keep my interest. She kept my interest all right! I was hard from the moment I saw her. She wore a plain long skirt. You know the kind that hangs about 2 inches above the floor. The cowboy shirt that went with it only accented her figure, which was to say the least, very impressive. She had about a 44 chest, her waist slimed nicely and her ass; well she had the kind of ass that you wouldn’t mind if she said ‘kiss it’.

Their names were Mark and Jennie. They owned their own business. I wasn’t surprised to learn that she ran the business and he kept the books. Even though she said little, she had an air about her. There was a no nonsense attitude that she wore like armor. But at the table, she just smiled. She had one of the prettiest smiles with the whitest teeth. You could get lost in her smile and I almost did. I brought my mind out of the clouds and back to the conversation. Mark was saying, “we love each other very much. It was only because of the respect and dignity that your letters conveyed that we answered. You can imagine some of the replies we got?” I smiled at him. Oh yes I can only imagine. Finding fun online can be a long, dull, frustrating task. Even when you think you’ve found someone, you are still careful and wary. Thus, we were having this first contact meeting. “I know what you mean. Most people that reply have no respect for themselves. Just from the way they respond, you know that you wouldn’t want them to touch your dog, let alone touch your spouse or mate. So tell me, how long have you and Jennie been doing things like this?” This time Jennie piped in.

“Oh you’re the second person we’ve met. The first guy sounded like a dream. But on meeting him, everything seemed wrong. He said things to contradict the things he first said. And after a couple of drinks, he became loud and his language became abusive and crude. We wrote him and said that he didn’t fit what we were looking for. His reply could have melted our printer it was so abusive. By the way Leon, how do you feel about BI males?” This question caught me off guard. I had never been with a man sexually. Sure during an orgy, I’ve had men suck my dick and I even sucked theirs but that was as far as it ever went. I looked at the two of them. The looks on their faces let me know this was a crucial question. I looked at them both. “I’ve been oral with other men. That’s as far as I want to take it.” They smiled at each other. I guess I passed their test.

We seemed to hit it off and upon leaving, we promised to write and say what we felt about each other. Their reply came that night. Jennie kept saying how things felt so right. Even Mark couldn’t say enough about how relaxed and confident he felt about our meeting. I replied that they sounded and acted even more genuine than they had first appeared in writing. We set a date to spend the next weekend at their home. Upon arriving, I could only gaze at my surroundings. Their house was nestled back up in the woods. Oh no, it wasn’t a shack, it was right out of one of those picture magazines. Everything was in its proper place. The lawn was trimmed to perfection, the trees seemed to have been placed there for my viewing pleasure. Mark greeted me with a drink in one hand. As he handed me my drink, he took my bag. “Jennie’s out back, we’re barbecuing tonight.” Mark disappeared into the house and I walked around the house to the back. They had an above ground pool with a wooden deck. But this was not your ordinary pool. This one was the one that you see in the book. But what really set off the look was Jennie. She was lounging in a wicker chaise lounge. She had on the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. The top covered only her nipples, and the bottom consisted of two strings. One split her thick pussy lips, the other rode up the crack of her ass. I stopped dead still. Unable to speak and afraid to breath. This had to be a dream.

Jennie lifted her head and smiled at me. Then she called out to Mark. “I win darling. I told you when he saw me in this; he would loose the ability to speak. Leon! Don’t just stand there with your mouth hanging open. I’m sure that you have seen a Nubian Queen before?” As she said this, she let her hands rub down her body. She gave her tits a nice squeeze, then let her hands travel down to her thighs. She was looking directly at me as they slipped between those mahogany pillars and rubbed both pouting lips. I took a gulp of my drink. Then I knelt down on one knee. gaziantep bayan escort “My Queen, I humble myself in your presence.” This caused her to burst out laughing. Even Mark shouted, “damn! That Brother has class.” Jennie stood up from her chair and after watching her walk towards me, I was glad I stood so far away. It was hard to stop my dick from rising. She slid her arms around me and kissed me. Her kiss was soft, sensuous and made you want to melt into her. Her hand reached down and squeezed my hard dick. “I see you brought the only luggage I want to wear this weekend. I let myself be drawn into the kiss and my hands slid down her back and caressed her sweet ass. Her skin was as smooth and velvety as possible. I could have rubbed her all night. But of course I wanted to do more to her.

I sat down with her and we chatted while Mark fiddled with the grill. They made sure that my glass stayed refreshed. After dinner, which was some of the best char-grilled chicken I have ever had, we sat having more drinks. Mark explained that their property was surrounded with an elaborate security system. Since he traveled at times and Jennie was here by herself, he had one put in. It warned of and intruder from as far as a mile away. Jennie looked at me and said, “I often sun bath nude. It wouldn’t do for someone to come upon me unexpectedly.” I laughed. “Jennie, if they came upon you in the nude, their cum would be anything but unexpected.” She laughed. The quiet of the evening echoed the ringing of her laughter. “Leon. When you came in, you kissed one pair of lips and completely ignored the other pair. I think they would like a proper greeting too.” I shot a glance at Mark. He smiled and raised his glass. I got up and went to the lounge she reclined upon. “My queen, I have been neglectful. Please forgive me!” With that, I bent and my lips kissed her thighs. Her laughter stopped as my lips kissed her pussy lips. She raised her knees and slid down into the chair some more. My tongue licked both lips than ran along the coarse material. I found her clit and let my tongue wash back and forth on it. Her soft cooing let me know she was enjoying it.

I waited until I felt the stirring of her climax before I stopped. She groaned in protest. Then she straightened up and laughed. “If I were a queen and you stopped like that, I would have your balls slave.” I took my finger and slid it past the string into her pussy. She shifted her hips and it slid in completely. I pulled it out and as she watched, I sucked it clean. “Jennie. If your were a queen and I were a slave, I wouldn’t have stopped until you did have my balls.” Mark shouted “touché.” I was standing now, my hardon evident as it pressed hard against the inside of my pants. Jennie reached up and unzipped my fly. My dick poked out and Jennie was quick to capture it in her mouth. In one slow suck, she had it buried to the back of her throat. I felt her throat muscles working on the head. I knew that if I didn’t stop her, I would cum fast. I pulled my dick free. “I hope you don’t intend to tease me like this all weekend?” I smiled at her and took a gulp from my glass. “No my queen, just part of it.” She called to Mark. “Come here my darling. I know that watching has you hard also.” Mark came toward her and his hardon was as noticeable as mine had been. Jennie showed no hesitation as she unzipped his pants. Being more used to her services; Mark held her head as he fucked her mouth. He watched me to get my reaction. I smiled at him and raised my glass in salute. I also had time to check out his equipment. He was built along the same size and width as I was. Then he pulled it from her also.

We decided to retire to the warmth of the house. We went down into the den. Mark took a key from his pocket and unlocked a panel in the wall. When he slid it back I saw just about every type of sex toy there was. There was everything from tiny tit clamps to enema bottles. With just about one of everything else in between. “This is our treasure chest. I have collected every type of pleasure/pain device I can think of. And Jennie has used just about every one of them.” Jennie’s arms slid around me. I felt her hands as she rubbed my nipples. “Would you like to tie me up and whip me till I scream? Or just restrain me and use me like a whore?” I let my eyes travel over the assortment of instruments. I looked at Mark and he seemed to be a part of things, but apart from them. Jennie had unzipped my pants and had my dick out. She was stroking it as it began to grow. I called Mark over to us. He stood before me. We looked into each other’s face. There was a longing in his eyes. I smiled as I took his hand and placed it on my dick. His eyes grew brighter as his smile grew wider. I could feel Jennie behind me as she snuggled closer. Mark was BI-sexual. Jennie could have gotten many men but unless they included Mark, they would have just been there to fuck her. That was the reason for their question at our first meeting. Mark stared into my eyes. He never had to ask the question. I reached up and cupped him behind the head. I pulled him down a bit and he knelt down on his knees. He looked up at us. Jennie was breathing hard in my ear. She held my dick out straight directing the head to his open lips.

I slowly brought Marks mouth closer and closer. As his lips closed over the head of my dick, Jennie moaned in my ear. I held Mark’s head steady as Jennie stroked my throbbing dick with her hand. “Thank you,” she whispered in my ear. I turned my head and our lips met. Her kiss was full of passion. I felt her hands as she rubbed both my dick and Mark’s lips. I let Mark enjoy himself. Hell, he was sucking my dick so well; I was enjoying myself to. I felt Jennie move away from me. She came around me and got down on the floor with Mark. She knelt beside him and put her arm around his shoulder. I watched as she bent her head close to his. Her tongue licked out and touched my shaft. Mark lifted his head up and Jennie took his place. Her mouth was just as hot and wet as his had been. He began to undress her. Then they switched and he was again sucking my dick as she began to undress him. Back and forth they went as they undressed each other. By the time they were both naked, I was ready to scream. Jennie turned to Mark and they embraced. “I knew he was the right one,” she said as Mark mounted her. He pushed her legs back. I grabbed Jennie’s ankles and held them high. Mark positioned himself, bracing his weight on his hands as she guided his dick to her hole. With a lunge, he sank it to the hilt. Jennie grunted as he began to pound into her. “Oh Mark! Yes Mark! Damn Mark! Oh Mark! Oh Mark! Ohhhhh!” Mark rode her until she came. From the way the two of them went at it, I gathered that this was not the way he normally fucked her. Mark pulled out and his dick was covered with her cum. she sat up and he grabbed her hair. I watched as she sucked him clean.

Jennie got up off the floor and came towards me. I don’t know what she expected but when I grabbed her and kissed her, she seemed shocked. When the kiss broke, she was smiling like a cat. “Oh Leon. That’s the hardest Mark has fucked me in so long. I almost forgot how long he is.” I looked at Mark for the first time. He was about 10 inches long. I could only imagine how deep he was into her. “I have to take a shower. You guys care to join me?” I knew that they had a big tub. Jennie had showed me around the house earlier. The three of us went into the bedroom and the two of them undressed me. We got into the shower and washed each other. Mark almost came again as I washed and fondled his dick and balls. While I was washing Jennie, she put one of her legs up on the rim of the tub. I washed her pussy good, then took the shower massager and directed the pulsing action directly up into her pussy. I kept it there, pulsing in her clit until she began to tremble. Mark stood behind Jennie and began to pinch and pull her nipples. I was down on my knees as I did this. When Jennie moved away to rinse off, Mark stood there not knowing what to do next. I took the shower hose and turned the water down. I directed the softer pulse on his dick and balls. Mark closed his eyes and relished the feeling. Since I was so close, I decided to give him a special treat. I closed my lips over his bloated cock. When he opened his eyes and realized it was I, he began to tremble hard. I have had so many women suck my dick; I knew instinctively what a man wants when his dick is in a hot mouth. I let my tongue lick and rub over the sensitive head. Then as I took more and more in my mouth, I let my tongue tease the underside of his shaft. I waited until I felt him getting ready to shot his load. Then I took my mouth off and watched his frustration. I turned to look at Jennie and she was watching us. She was watching us as she worked the handle of her shower brush up into her cunt.

After the shower we went back down to the den. Mark was like another person. “What shall we do to the queen?” He looked at me as he asked. I smiled. “I say we pay her back for all the times she forced us to please her. Then whipped us for not doing it right.” I went to the treasure chest and took down a 3ft bar that had restraints on each end. We put these on her wrist. Taking down another bar, this one 4ft, we attached it to her ankles. Then we laid her on the couch. This couch was more like a lounge chair only padded. The bars were secured with little hooks Mark lifted from beneath the couch. I sat on one side and Mark on the other. We each took a tit in our mouth and began to suck and lick. Mark got up and came back with two vibrators in his hand. He handed me one. As we touched her body, we played the vibrators over her. We would bring Jennie close to cumming, but not let her cum. Each time we judged her about to cum, we would stop and talk to each other. Then we knelt between her legs and took turns licking her slit. From the bottom to the top, one of us would lick then stop and let the other one lick. After awhile we had Jennie to the point of begging for release. When we didn’t give it to her, she cursed us and called us names. “You don’t need me. You two faggots can fuck each other. Mark you bastard. I’ll make you pay later.” Mark and I took poses like drag queens and minced around the room. I switched my way over to the panel and took down the short whip. I also took down the blue ball gag that hung on a hook. I walked over to Jennie and despite her struggles, placed the ball gag in her mouth and secured it. I then stood by her letting the strands of the whip brush her stomach. Since we were playing the role of queen and slaves, I decided to extend it further.

“My Nubian Queen! Remember when we failed to satisfy your insatiable lust? Remember how you had us whipped as you sat and laughed at our cries? Well now it is us who are in command. And you have failed to satisfy our lust for vengeance.” Mark looked at me with some concern. “Don’t worry Mark, I know how to handle one of these” I said as I hefted the whip. I let it brush against Jennie’s pussy as I talked. Then I snapped it lightly to gauge proper distance. The idea was not to hurt Jennie, just make it sting. I flicked the whip and the thongs brushed her nipples. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at Mark. I snapped the whip again and this time, it caressed her pussy. She jumped at its touch. Her eyes pleaded with Mark to stop me. “Are you sure you’re not hurting her?” I told Mark to stand still and flicked the whip at his arm. It barely touched him but he did feel its sting. “I can do that all day and never break the skin. Oh it’ll sting and hurt but won’t do any permanent damage.” I reached down and stuck my finger up into Jennie’s wet cunt. “Beside, I intend to spend the rest of the weekend fucking this sweet pussy. I’d be a fool to put it out of commission the first night.” I started whipping Jennie again. I went from her pussy to her tits and back to her pussy. Back and forth, over and over I whipped her. After about 3 minutes, which must have seemed like and eternity to Jennie, I stopped. “Now my queen, are you ready to serve and obey?” Jennie nodded her head vigorously. “Remove her gag so we may hear her words.” Mark removed the gag and Jennie moved her tongue around to get moisture back into her mouth. “Fuck me Mark. Please fuck me.” I saw Mark’s dick jump. We had denied Jennie her satisfaction so long she would do anything now.

Getting into the role he was playing, Mark looked at her. “Oh my sweet queen, you don’t seem so powerful now. Your armies can do nothing to help you. There are no servants to kneel at your feet and suck your royal pussy.” With that, he pinched her nipples hard. Jennie moaned at the pain. Then he crawled up onto the lounge. He began to fuck Jennie. He did it slow and pulled his dick out at the first sign that she was getting into it. By his forth attempt, she was crying and spitting at him. “You fucking bastard. Don’t do this to me. If you love me, make me cum. please Mark. Oh please.” She turned to me. “Leon you monster, don’t do this to me! I’ll do what ever the two of you tell me to do. Just let me cum. I’m going out of my mind.” I looked at Mark. “Shall we go up stairs and make some sandwiches? I’m feeling hungry again.” Mark looked concerned. He had never seen Jennie like this before. I could tell he was ready to cave in to her pressure. “Fuck her Mark. Give her the satisfaction she’s begging for.” Mark jumped between Jennie’s legs and began to fuck her with renewed passion. She was screaming and crying as he shoved his dick in again and again. Then she came. It was a long drawn out scream. Her body convulsed again and again. Mark also shouted out his own climax. Then she collapsed and lay still. Mark got up and was about to remove her restraints. “Leave them on. Let her know what a slave feels like.” I grabbed Mark and pulled him toward the stairs. We went upstairs and closed the door. I opened it a crack and we heard Jennie calling out to us. “I have to go to the bathroom. Please let me loose. Mark! Mark! Leon! Oh please let me loose. I have to pee real bad.” Not wanting to distress Mark more than he already was, I motioned for him to go and release her. I went and made a drink, then sat down at the kitchen table.

When they came upstairs, Jennie looked at me and shook her head. “You are some piece of work.” I looked up at her and smiled. “From the sounds of your screams as you came, you enjoyed it.” I went back to sipping my drink. Mark sat down at the table and looked from Jennie to me. “How can you be so soft and warm one moment, then so cold the next. You come off as a man who enjoys pleasing his partners. But then you get into a role and you immerse yourself in it. You enjoyed giving me pain.” I looked from Jennie to Mark. “You asked for a partner who could enhance the lovemaking between the two of you. I answered your ad. I didn’t do anything more than what you wanted.” I looked at Mark. “You’re BI-sexual, and yet you refuse to confront your sexuality with your wife.” I let my hand cup his face. “Did you enjoy having my dick in your mouth. Was it better for you when I took your dick in my mouth? Was it that much better than what your wife does because I’m a man? When I do fuck your ass, and you know I will, will you want Jennie in the room to watch how much you enjoy it? I know the type of man I am. I enjoy sex how I enjoy it and I’m not ashamed. Can the two of you look each other in the eye and admit you enjoy it too?” I had given them a lot to think about. I picked up my drink and went into the den. I turned on some music and sat listening to it.

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I laid there as Ashleigh slowly slid off of me to head for the shower. I watched as her tiny, sweaty frame slid to the edge of the bed and weakly placed her feet on the floor, bringing herself to a standing position with her back to me. She was right, her ass did look even better naked.

She took two steps and her legs, shaky from our sessions, betrayed her and she slowly dropped to the floor onto her knees and hands. I quickly sat up and moved to help her, but as I did, she looked back at me and said, “I think you’re going to have to help me stand in the shower.”

I couldn’t help but swell with pride. Here was this young girl I had fantasized about for so long and now I had successfully fucked her legs out from under her.

“Would you like me to help you to the shower,” I asked, a small laugh accompanying my question.

“No, I can make it there,” she said as a smile crossed her beautiful lips, “but once we are in the shower, you are probably going to have to hold on to me the entire time.” She began to crawl towards the bathroom with me standing behind her. This was such a beautiful view. I drank in the sight of her tan, toned skin as it flexed and moved as she weakly crawled to her destination.

We moved together, her crawling, me walking behind, enjoying the view, till we reached the bathroom. Once there, she collapsed onto the floor, laying there on her back with her knees up and bent. I stood above her, looking down over her young, naked body.

“You gonna make it,” I asked with a chuckle.

“I think so,” she said staring at me. She began to laugh. “I just can’t get over this. That was by far the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Me too,” I said, joining her in a laugh. I wasn’t lying either. Everything had been perfect with her.

I walked over and turned on the water and when I felt the water was just right, I walked back to Ashleigh who was in the same position, only her eyes were closed. I watched her breathing for a moment, her perfect, small breasts rising and falling with each breath, and again marveled at how radiant she looked.

I knelt down and slipped my arms under her bent knees and under her neck. Her eyes opened and looked up at mine and a slight, sweet smile crept across her face. I lifted her tiny body off of the floor and cradled her in my arms. I continued to look at her as she did me, but her expression turned to one of doughy eyed submission. She melted into my arms and all tension fled from her body.

I leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips and then walked her over to the shower. I let her legs drop into the shower and held her up with my other arm. I could tell her legs were still a little wobbly so I continued to hold her up as I stepped in. I then wrapped my arms around her, brought her wet body to mine and held her close as the water cascaded down upon us.

We stood like this for ages with our wet, naked bodies pressed together, her head resting on my chest and my arms wrapped around her. I don’t think either of us wanted to move.

I ran my hands up and down her back, my fingers tracing along her wet, taught skin. I reached up with my right hand and grabbed a bottle of body wash from the shower rack, and then turned our bodies so that mine was shielding her from the force of the spray. I flipped the cap open with my thumb and then poured a good amount on her shoulders and down her back before returning the bottle to the rack.

Now with both hands free, I ran my hands over her back and shoulders creating a slippery, sudsy foam on her young body. As my hands ran across her skin, I heard the slightest moan escape her lips as she held her eyes shut and her body against mine. My arms were still wrapped around her but my hands explored and cleaned her, tracing from her shoulders, down her back and to her perfectly formed little ass. As she sighed and moaned and my hands explored her, I felt my cock starting to come alive once more.

I grabbed the bottle again and turned her body so that her right shoulder was pressed up under my left arm and her front was accessible to me. I again flipped open the top, poured the wash across her chest and returned the bottle once more. With my left arm around her for support, I used my right hand and began to rub the soap against her breasts, chest and tummy. I looked at her as I did and she was looking up into my eyes, obviously enjoying my hand on her.

As I continued to wash lower on her body, my fingers dancing mere inches away from her pussy, I noticed her breathing change, a sharp intake lifted her chest as she anticipated my future destination. My hands crept lower, washing and massaging her pelvis and moving towards her thighs. Her eyes never left gaziantep bayan escort me as I continued down, my hands now lightly rubbing her inner thighs.

I slowly moved to her shaved pussy, my fingers running up and down each of her lips on either side of her pussy. I noticed her eyes flutter and come close to rolling back into her head. She was trying to watch me but the simple pleasure I was providing her was winning. I leaned down and kissed her, out lips melting together in a slow, passionate kiss. I moved one finger to the middle of her pussy and easily slid it into her silky pussy and hooked my finger as I sought out her g-spot.

She gasped into my mouth as I penetrated her. I watched as her eyes fully rolled back into her head as her head leaned back. By now, I was fully hard and my cock was rubbing against her soap slickened tummy as I finger fucked her. I had to have her again.

I removed my finger from her pussy and before she had time to protest, I lifted her up and pressed her body against mine. Holding her off the ground made me instantly happy I had invested in some of those non-slip strips for the slippery shower floor, thus providing the traction I needed to safely hold her up. With her feet off the ground, she instinctively wrapped her legs around my body, her calves pressed against my ass. I gently pressed her against the wall of the shower and then reached down under her leg, positioned my cock and then dropped her down, slowly impaling her on my cock.

I began to slowly thrust up into her as I pressed her against the wall. I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, grabbing both wrists in my left hand and pressing them against the wall for stability. I then leaned in and kissed her as I fucked her. I used my right hand and dragged my fingers down her torso, teasing her ribs, side and breast. This was a slow, sensual fuck and I loved it.

The angle of my cock was rubbing against her clit as I slowly thrust in and out of her and I could feel her tiny frame rocking up and down to meet my strokes. She flexed and released her leg muscles against my body which lifted her up and down in time with me. I wanted to go faster, to fuck her harder, but fear of losing my balance and sending us both toppling down against the hard shower kept my movements slow and precise.

She struggled against my hand, desperate to wrap her arms around me but I kept her pinned. She was breathing in staggered breaths, her body was trembling, and I knew she was close.

“Oh,” she panted, “Steve”, again a pant, “please…..I’m close…..that feels…..so good…..please….don’t stop…..I’m so…..oh…my…..God…..please…..fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” she panted and ended with a wail as her orgasm pulsed through her. I could feel her pussy clamping down over and over on my cock and I continued to fuck her straight through her orgasm.

I continued to fuck her like this for a few minutes and she became more vocal, begging me to continue fucking her. My cock slid in and out of her, over and over and I knew I was getting close. The continual penetration sent her over the edge again, this time with a loud scream as it ripped through her. Again I felt her pussy clamp around me and that was all I needed to send me over the edge and I flooded her pussy for the second time tonight.

I slowed down and eventually stopped with my cock buried inside her. I released her arms and she wrapped them around my neck. She looked at me with wide eyes, no words coming to her. I smiled, leaned in and kissed her again.

I finally released her and washed her and myself again before turning off the water. I retrieved a towel, dried her off slowly and tenderly. I then dried myself off, stepped out of the shower and offered her my hand to help her out. As she stepped out, I leaned down and picked up her tiny young body in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her gently on the bed and then we both crawled under the covers. I reached my arm to her and pulled her close, her head resting on my chest and her damp hair spread out over me. Her leg curled up over mine, her hand rested on my chest close to her face and I heard her quietly whisper three small words as she drifted off to sleep.

“Best…..birthday….ever.”

I smiled contently and closed my eyes and drifted off with her.

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I woke the next morning and found myself laying in the same position as I was when I had fallen asleep last night and I noticed that Ashleigh had not moved either. I could barely detect her peaceful breathing and I contemplated laying there with her till she woke up. I brushed her hair for a bit before an idea popped into my mind.

I gently and slowly moved and scooted myself out from under her and slipping a pillow under her head and then adjusting the covers over her. I saw her stir and readjust as her peaceful sleeping position had been disturbed, but she did not wake.

I walked into the kitchen and pulled out some fresh fruit, washed it, sliced it and placed it into a bowl with some Greek yogurt. I remembered that she had commented on how much she loved the stuff during one of my visits to the grocery store. Once I had two servings ready, I placed everything on a tray and headed back into my bedroom. I placed the tray down on the end of the bed, sat down next to her as she slept peacefully and I began to trace my fingers up and down her back causing a slight sound of pleasure from her.

I began to push slightly harder into her back, massaging her muscles and running my fingers against her skin. She let out another low moan as she was waking up from her slumber. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and felt her smile as I did.

“I want to wake up like that every morning,” she says sleepily. She blinked her eyes open and stretched her arms above her head to shake free the cobwebs of sleep. “The only things that could have made that any better would have been some lavender massage oil.”

“I bet,” I said. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmmm, yes, I slept like a baby,” Ashley replied to me. She was twisting her body and I could see her breasts clearly as she did. Even with everything we did last night, I was still blown away by her beauty.

“Good, me too. I haven’t slept that good in a long, long time,” I replied back to her. “Are you hungry?”

“Oh my God, yes!” she said excitedly and sat up. I presented the food to her and watching the realization that I had just brought her breakfast in bed spread across her face was priceless. Her face softened and she looked up at me. “You are something else.”

She reached out and grabbed a slice of strawberry and ran it through the yogurt. As she moved the fruit towards her mouth she said, “Not that I should be surprised, not after last night.”

We sat there for a few minutes eating. She seemed lost in thought as she stared (lazily) at the covers. I soaked in her beauty as the morning sun cast her in a beautiful light. She would occasionally look up at me only to blush and whip her head back down.

“Is everything ok,” I asked her.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just can’t get over last night. I keep playing it back in my mind and, wow, I mean, WOW,” she exclaimed before biting into another piece of fruit.

“Ha-ha, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said. “I completely agree with you. Wow pretty much sums it up.” I smiled at her and took a piece of berry into my mouth as well.

“You know, I knew I wanted to make this a summer to remember before I leave, but damn, this is already beyond what I was expecting,” she said slightly shaking her head back and forth in disbelief.

“Hey, we are just getting started,” I said. “You may be leaving in the fall, but that gives us the whole summer to play.”

“Yeah, but…..,” she began. My stomach dropped. I don’t like the word but….

“But….. what?” I asked her.

She looked right at me and said, “I just don’t see how any of those college guys are going to stand up to you. Hell, I don’t see how anyone is going to stand up to you, not after last night.”

I’m not sure why, but I found this funny and let out a laugh which surprised her. “Yeah, but I think it’s only fair you give them a shot. You never know, a few might surprise you,” I said taking another bite of fruit.

“That’s true,” she said. She looked so beautiful sitting up naked in my bed.

“However,” I began, placing my fruit aside, “that doesn’t mean I can’t continue to raise the bar for them.” I then leaned in, kissed her and we fucked and played till late in the morning when, regretfully, I had to let her leave.

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After she left, I collapsed down on my couch and relived the past 24 hours in my mind. It was so surreal. Even though she had left merely ten minutes ago, it all seemed like some sort of fantastical dream. I had felt her, tasted her and fucked her yet it still didn’t feel real. I laid my head back, closed my eyes and a small smile crept across my face.

I heard the notification on my phone go off about ten minutes later.

—– Ashleigh: Do u miss me yet?

Another smile crossed my face as I read her message and contemplated what to say.

—– Me: I’m sorry, who is this? 😉

—– Ashleigh: U jerk!!! U know who this is!!! ;p

—– Me: 🙂 Yeah, I know who this is. Aren’t you supposed to be home by now?

—– Ashleigh: I’m almost there. 🙁 I wanna comeback.

—– Me: Well, I never made you leave. That was all you! 😉

—– Ashleigh: U mean that was all my parents & my stupid work. 🙁

—– Me: Your work? What do they have to do with you leaving?

—– Ashleigh: I have 2 work this afternoon. Ugh

—– Me: Well, when you are there, just think about me.

—– Ashleigh: Oh like THAT will work. That will make work so much harder 2 get thru.

—– Me: Hey, it’s not like I am saying think about me bending you over on my bed…..

—– Ashleigh: AAAAAAHHHH, u r going 2 get it mister!!!!

—– Me: You taste so good….

—– Ashleigh: HEY!!! No fair!!!!!!!!!!!!!

—– Me: Well, have fun at work. I need to jump in the shower. 😉

—– Ashleigh: I swear, u r going 2 get it!!! Have fun n ur shower… all alone.

—– Me: Oh I will. You have fun at work thinking about me having fun in the shower all alone….

—– Ashleigh: yeah right. I’ll text u later. BTW, I had fun last night. Thank u for the best bday ever!!! 🙂

—– Me: You are welcome. I had an amazing time as well. I say we make every day your birthday. 😉

—– Ashleigh: DEAL!!!!! Later sweetie!!! 😉

By the time we had finished texting I realized I had been sitting on my couch the entire time with a big grin plastered across my face. I texted my buddy from Friday night and said three simple words.

—– Me: She just left.

I didn’t even get a reply text back from my buddy. He called me and asked how things went and I told him the abridged version of things. He kept calling me a dirty old man and poking fun at me, but I knew secretly he was incredibly jealous. All men love a young, hot girl and Ashleigh was one of the hottest I had seen in a long time.

When he had finished living vicariously through me, I hung up, got off the couch and went and grabbed my things to head to the gym for a quick workout. The shower thing was just a tease for Ashleigh, but I won’t lie and say I wasn’t tempted to make that a reality. The visions of everything we had done last night were replaying in my head over and over.

The workout felt great; a quick 30 minute run followed by some free weights, and then after only an hour and fifteen minutes after arriving, I was jumping in the shower at the gym. A quick lather and rinse and I changed into some shorts, sandals and a polo, stuffed the rest of my clothes in my gym bag and headed out to my car to head home. I looked at my watch and realized that Ashleigh would be working now so on my way home I stopped by the grocery store.

I walked in and grabbed a few small items, replenishing my supply of fruit, Greek yogurt, bottled water and some other odds and ends. I stopped by the pharmacy section and remembering her comment this morning about the oil, I picked up a bottle of lavender scented massage oil from the intimacy section.

I walked up and got into her line. She was still as radiant as ever with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was being friendly and laughing with an old lady in her line. She was simply stunning and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I loved the fact that she had no idea I was there and standing no more than 5 feet from her. It was one of the greatest things I had noticed about her over the last few months. She always makes everyone in front of her feel like they are important.

The lady paid her total and the bag boy helped her out to her car. Ashleigh told her to have a good day and then looked up to see who was next in her line. She saw me and her mouth dropped open in surprise and her face immediately went red. Her shock quickly dissolved into a smile that seemed to grow and grow and her eyes lit up.

“Wha-what are you doing here,” she stumbled, obviously flustered. We had seen each other so many times in this very setting over the past few months but the change in our relationship mixed with the surprise appearance by me had her apparently flabbergasted.

“Just picking up some stuff for my place,” I said with a sly smirk. “I had the craziest night with this insatiable girl and I need to stock up before she comes back.”

She smiled, catching on to my game. “Hmmm, well sounds like this girl was pretty fun. And you sound pretty sure of yourself. How can you be sure that she will be coming back at all?”

I played it cool. “Oh she’ll be back. She can try and play it cool, maybe even say she could stay away, but I know her better than she does. I would be surprised if she could go the whole rest of the afternoon without wanting to come back.”

Her face turned red and she smiled. It was obvious that I was right. “Well, if you are anything like this guy I was with last night, then you’re probably right. I know I’d rather be there than here. Hell, I’d rather be there than anywhere.” Her smile was incredibly big as she said that.

I just smiled back at her and she held my gaze. “So, are you gonna check me out or are you going to continue checking me out,” I said with a slight smirk.

She scrunched up her face in a cute way and made a “hmmrph” sound as she realized that my presence had completely distracted her from her job. “Fine Mr. Harris,” she said in a playful, mocking tone.

She reached down and started scanning the items in my hand basket. As she scanned the fruit and yogurt, she blushed again. “I love fruit and yogurt,” she said. “It’s my second…..favorite thing to eat at your place.”

She blushed again and looked down in embarrassment at what she just said and I simply smiled and said, “Mine too.”

Her shoulders hunched as the realization of my words hit her in her stomach. “You are determined to make work impossible for me today, aren’t you?”

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It’s midnight and I’m restless. I’ve scrolled through enough Facebook and Twitter. Out of boredom and horniness I start to get crazy thoughts. I begin to browse through the ‘Casual Encounters’ section of Craigslist.

I have toyed with the idea of hooking up with someone on Craigslist, and getting lost in unattached pleasure. I have always talked myself out of it. Tonight- I’m feeling more courageous.

I haven’t been intimate with anyone since I left my husband, which was over a year ago now. Being out-of-practice has made me kind of shy to approach potential partners.

I’m not sure if I’m really craving dick or massaging a hot woman’s tits.

Feeling naughty- and in serious need of a confidence boost, I decide to go for it. I roll out of bed, and grab my phone as I sneak off to the bathroom. I don’t need my brother in the other room to hear me getting up and snapping photos in the bathroom at midnight.

After some skilled angling and tweaks, I settle on an image. I decide to create two ads on Craigslist- one for the man-for-woman and one for the woman-for-woman. I direct the replies to a bullshit Gmail account. Within mere minutes replies are pouring into my inbox. There all responses from men. I guess the women are a bit more timid.

The simplest response seems to be the winner: “Nice tits. I have a hotel room for the night. Feel free to come join me.”

“Nice tits” was about all I needed to hear. Confidence boost granted.

I email him back. Before I know it I’m calling him and getting directions. I decide to be the slut I feel like being tonight. I simply pull on my jeans I wore earlier today, skip the bra, and get into my zip-up ‘Cal’ hoodie.

I’m not the make-up wearing type, and to be honest I really don’t need it. I’m 5’4″ at 130 pounds. I have the right amount of meat on my bones. I have dark eyes and long dark hair, with perky full tits, and a bubbly, round ass. I get right to the business of throwing on clothes, brush my teeth, and exit my apartment.

I drive to the hotel- feeling slightly stupid, and nervous. I think how I should retreat, and call off this crazy idea, but I don’t stop driving, and I don’t turn around.

Before I know it I’m standing at his door. I knock. His door pulls back slowly. He’s standing there instantly taking me in. The hotel feels a little warm and humid, and smells of Old Spice. He had just gotten out of the shower.

His dark hair is still wet and slicked back. He’s standing there in nothing else, but a pair of house shorts. His upper body is cut. He’s not the scrawny or fat guy. He’s perfect. He’s big and muscular. I get closer and notice his piercing blue eyes. He looks like he belongs in a calendar wearing fireman garb. I’m stunned, and it all seems surreal. I must be dreaming. There is no way I found this guy on Craigslist.

We both must have been speechless for a good minute, as his voice suddenly interrupted my daze.

“Hi, glad you found the place alright,” Kyle says in a sweet, yet deep tone.

My pussy is already torturing me. I’m wet. His skin still looks moist from his shower and his skin is a little red from the hot water.

I decide to give in to the dream. I simply smile back at him, and show him I’m not here for chit-chat, or mere company. I came here to deliver.

I step towards him and pull his face antep escort to mine- placing my lips on his. He picks up on my mood instantly, and graciously accommodates my hunger. His lips match mine perfectly as our kissing deepens. I kiss harder and he kisses back harder. Suddenly our mouths are lips and tongue, with just the perfect amount of minty sweetness, from his freshly brushed teeth, and saliva.

I stretch my arms around him more and he pulls me into him- wrapping his arms around my waist. The harder we kiss the tighter he pulls me in. I feel his hard muscles against my chest, and even better I feel the hardness straining in his shorts. I start moving my hips to take more pleasure in the feeling of his cock pressing against me through his shorts.

I unzip my hoodie and throw it on the floor behind me. Instantly I feel his warm rough hands groping my perfect C-size tits. My nipples are still hard- ever since he opened his door. My hips are still being pressed against his cock as his hands fondle my chest. His hands already feel magical. He knows how to knead them just right.

He continues to attack my tis as his kisses move my lips to my ear lobes and neck. My head is thrown back in complete abandonment. Our breathing is hot and heavy. I hear him let out low grunts in between his lips contact with my skin and his quick breaks for air.

I pull his head down; I want my tits to get wet. He gets the cue and licks my nipple and starts sucking, while biting lightly here and there. He moves to the other tit and soaks that nipple. My nipples are both wet now, and he continues to give each nipple its turn to be sucked. His hands move back to my waist and move back and down to my ass. He starts squeezing my ass and filling his hands up as he returns his lips to mine. I pull my hips back just enough to get my hand on his cock. I’m tired of feeling it through his shorts, so I only briefly grasp it from the outside and in seconds I’m shoving my hand inside his shorts. He’s hard as a rock, and thick. His cock is so thick and long, and the skin is nice and smooth. I need to see it.

I push him back towards the bed as I squeeze the tip of his cock and grasp his balls lightly. I pull his shorts down and let him lay back on the bed.

His cock stands at a perfect 90degrees. It looks like it has to be at least 7-inches. Better than that though is his incredible thickness. Even if he was only 5-inches, his girth would make up for everything. It shot up in the air, ending in a perfect mushroom-cap head.

I don’t want to waste any time. I climb up on the bed between his legs. I take his cock in my hand once again and lick the inside of his thigh. I’m kissing up the inner fold between his upper thigh and pelvis, while my hand plays with his balls. My other hand his admiring the feel of his hard abs. I move my mouth from kissing and nibbling at the bony-sides of his pelvic region and lick the tip of his cock. Both of my hands take position of his cock. My tongue works its way down to his balls. I suck on them as my hands continue to take pleasure in the feel of his shaft and head and return to his abs and back. Even feeling his thighs is amazing. He’s so hard and muscular. It still feels like a dream.

I lick up from his balls, all the way back to his tip. I envelope the entire head of his cock with my mouth and suck slow and hard. I take my mouth of it a second and look at his face. He looks as lost in the moment as I am. He grunts more as I take his head back into my mouth and suck. I suck as my tongue continues to lick and swirl around his head and play with his tip. I take more of him into my mouth.

I’m sucking his cock fully now. Up and down. My lips just centimeters from actually touching his balls again. I suck, and my tongue swirls.

Listening to his breathing get heavier as he begins moaning has my pussy dying for attention. I free one of my hands from his cock to give my pussy what it needs. I undo the button and zipper of my pants and stick my hand into my panties. The feel of my flesh against my pussy is beyond satisfying. I start to alternate between playing with the entrance of my vaginal canal and my clit. I’m rubbing in circles and protruding into my hole just slightly. I’m soaked. I’m touching light because I don’t want to get off yet, but I’m already close. I can’t take it. I free his cock from my mouth and crawl up, kissing up his abs to his chest. I playfully lick and suck at his nipples briefly, and giggle with him a bit over it. I start to kiss his neck and earlobes. Once again I find his mouth and tell him I can’t take it anymore. I push my panties and jeans off at the same time and throw them on the floor.

I lie on top of him, and take his cock in my hand. I rub my clit with the head of his cock. He’s thick. I know it will hurt a bit. I ease his cock into my slit. Anxious to take it all in. I get it in and start to grind my pussy down on to his cock. Working my hips and letting every bit of my pussy walls make contact with his dick. I grind until it manages to all get in. He’s fully inside me. It is slightly painful, but in the best of ways. I start to move up and down and grind. He pulls his mouth up to my tits again, and sucks while his one hand fondles the free tit and his other hand starts rubbing my clit in circles as I grind into him.

“Oh my God!” I start to raise my voice. “Oh my God your cock feels so good.”

He responds, ” Your pussy feels good. You’re so fucking tight.”

“Oh fuck,” I yell out.

I cum on top of him as he busts his load.

“Oh my God,” he repeats my words. “I hope you have birth control” he says suddenly, as his cock is still throbbing in my cunt.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill,” I reassure him. I take the pill to keep my menstrual cycles regulated, so I’m always good to go.

I bring my lips to his again, and join him in a softer, more passionate kiss. Our tongues play. He’s still hard inside of me. My clit is too sensitive to ride him.

He rolls me over onto my back and kisses me some more. Before I know it he’s pumping into me harder and faster, than we fucked yet.

“Oh!” I yell. “Fuck me hard!” “Like that!” “Oh my God! Fuck!” I continue.

He’s grunting louder and starts gripping harder at my tits and moves his mouth from my lips to my neck to my chest and back to my lips. I dig my nails into his back- clawing a bit lightly, but hard. He moans louder every time I scratch. He grips me tighter. His whole body takes control of me. He’s pounding even harder. All I can hear is our cries and his balls slapping against me as he shoves his whole girth and length into me repeatedly. I haven’t been fucked like this in forever.

I feel like I’m in another reality. I feel drunk on pure lust.

Just as I feel I’m about to cum he pulls out of me and gets me to turn over. I’m lying on my stomach now with my ass arched up towards him. He buries his entire length back into my cunt. He starts slow for a second, and really grinds it in. I grind back. He starts to thrust harder and faster again as I buck back into him.

He starts to pull at my hair and suck on my neck and ears. I turn my head back to meet him again and fierce lip-locking.

“Uhhhhh!!” He lets out his loudest moan yet. The sound makes me lose it completely. My whole body shudders. My head thrashes uncontrollably. I came harder than last time. With a final thrust his throbbing cock in me unloads. He collapses on top of me.

We’re both hot and sweaty. I never wanted him to take his cock out of me again. It felt so perfect. Of course, we can’t stay like this forever, so he slides it out reluctantly. I feel some of his warm cum dribble out of my cunt. He bites my ass lightly and gives it a light smack.

He gets up to go to the bathroom and I hear the shower start up. He tells me to come join him. The shower is hot. I still feel drunk. We immediately start kissing again. His cock is pressed up against my stomach. It’s hard almost hard again. I kneel in the shower and put it back in my mouth and suck and lick, while I play with his balls.

He stands me up in seconds- turns me around, pushes me up against the shower and slides his cock back up into me. I turn my head back to kiss him some more as his cock pumps into me and his hand reaches around to grab my tits.

He asks me to swallow him this time. I comply. He pulls his cock out of me, and pushes my back against the wall. He kneels between my legs and starts to lick and suck at my pussy lips. He sucks my clit. His middle finger finds its way into my hole, and then his index. He has two fingers pumping into my hole, as his mouth continues to suck.

“I’m not going to last long like this!” I tell him.

He just looks up at me and flashes his knowing, seductive eyes.

“I want your cock back in me!” I beg him.

He gets up and quickly gives me what I asked for- wasting no time he simply grabs up one of my thighs and aims his cock back into my hole. His whole body his pressed against me as he fucks me some more against the shower wall. After the assault job his mouth just did on my pussy, I cum in a matter of minutes.

He pulls out of me, and as I agreed I get on my knees and position my mouth at the head of his cock and suck as my hands pump at his shaft and squeeze his balls.

I feel that telling throb, and his hot, gooey cum shoots into the back of my throat. I swallow every bit of his cum I can handle, and let the rest splash onto my tits.

We decided to then actually shower.

We showered, dried off, and got dressed again. He got back into a pair of shorts. I put my jeans and hoodie back on. I tell him he can keep my panties. He smiles.

“Maybe if I’m in town again, we could meet up?” He asked.

I told him, “We’ll see.”

We shared one last exchange between our lips and tongues. He wraps his arms around me. He feels so strong and warm against my body. I’m still feeling drunk. I don’t want to leave, but we both knew what this was.

I went home. It was the best fuck I’ve ever had, but I’m sure I’ll probably never see him again.

The end.

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The night was perfect as Jen approached the house for the third session. A chill of anticipation rippled through her body as she thought of what her mistress could have in store for her tonight. Session one and two had been brutal, passionate, humiliating, fulfilling, abusive and satisfying. Her butt still held the mark of their last session and as she approached the door she thought of it. “I am a slut.”

As she reached to knock on the door she could see that it was already open. She walked in knowing just where to go. As if on autopilot, she made her way through the house to the garage. She saw the shackles hanging from the bolts and with out considering her actions she removed her close and shackled her legs and one arm, put on the blindfold and then waited. She hung there dreaming of her mistress, hoping she would satisfy her tonight with her performance. She felt the moisture build between her legs as she thought of how good it felt to perform well for her mistress. Her butt relaxed as she hoped that Donna would satisfy that urge again tonight. No matter how hard the punishment, she promised herself that she would not flinch and would do exactly as told, no matter the task. She was ready to give herself completely to her slut nature tonight.

Her nipples exploded forth as she felt the soft lips touch her briefly. “her mistress was finally here.” She thought through a deep mental sigh. The lips stroked her breasts and slowly moved around her chest. The kisses were placed gently on her shoulders, then arms, then back and neck. The goose pimples raised across her flesh as her lust was caught in her throat. The kisses continued around her neck, and then across her face, until they finally came to rest on her own lips. Her emotions took her as their lips embraced in a deeply penetrating kiss. Gently her lips were pried apart as Donna’s tongue slipped inside her mouth. The two felt each other deeply with their tongues for a time that lost its registration. Their lust grew and the passion of their connection blossomed into and unbridled ferocity. Finally, Donna broke the kiss, much to the chagrin of her licentious charge.

“Are you prepared to be my slut tonight?”

“Yes mistress.” There was no hesitancy in Jennifer’s answer.

“I will hurt you tonight. I will pleasure you beyond bounds tonight. Are you prepared for both?”

“Yes mistress.” Her lip quivered betraying her anticipation.

Donna shackled Jennifer’s remaining hand. “Bend.”

With out hesitation, Jennifer bent over at the waist offering her beautiful ass to her mistress to use as she desired. She was left waiting there as she heard Donna shuffling around the room.

“I called you three times this week.”

“Yes” Jennifer replied as if it was a question.

“And yet you replied only twice and sent no other messages”

“Yes” Jennifer said, recognizing her mistress was displeased.

“I expect you to not only reply when I contact you, but to regularly tell me of desires you are having for me.”

“Yes, I am sorry mistress.”

“Further, as we have discussed, I expect you to fuck yourself thinking of me daily. I expect you to fuck your cunt hard and you ass harder lusting for my assault. Did you do this every day?”

“No mistress, but I had to….”

“Silence Slut!” Donna yelled. “You do as I tell you, when I tell you if you want to be my slut! Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“I am going to have to make you pay for your insolence. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

Once again the room was mostly silent except for the slight sound of Donna walking gaziantep bayan escort around behind her. Suddenly, and without warning Jennifer felt the Crack of the paddle on her ass. The sound was so loud it reverberated in her ears. Her ass throbbed immediately, but she only winced and made no sound. Again the Crack of the paddle and again she responded in silence. The paddle then came again and again spanking her past the point of pain to numbness first and then a deeply pleasurable feel. They came harder and harder and she could feel herself building.

“Please Mistress, may I cum?’ She knew better than to cum without her mistress’s permission.

“No. I have more for you to take before I am satisfied that you have learned your lesson.”

The paddle continued to deliver its punishment, but now Jennifer was oblivious to the pain and completely lost in trying to hold back the climax building inside her. Finally the spanking came to a merciful end, much to Jen’s dissatisfaction. She hung there feeling the tingling in her butt and praying for more. She felt Donna laying fabric of some kind down on her back.

“This is to keep me from leaving and visible marks on your back.”

Jen wanted to ask, “visible marks from what,” but she knew better than that. It wouldn’t be long until she found out.

The pain was instantaneous as she felt what must be a riding crop across her legs and back. Over and over again she pain flared. In between strikes Donna’s fingers found their way to Jennifer’s moistened pussy. She rubbed and spanked until Jennifer connected both feelings. She knew she would not be able to hold back her orgasm for much longer. Thankfully her mistress was merciful tonight.

“Are you ready to cum on my hand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Beg me to cum slut!”

“please mistress let me cum.”

“I don’t think you want to cum bad enough.”

“Mistress please let me cum!”

“Let go slut. Tell me to fucking let you cum! Tell me how much you need to cum”

“Mistress, please let me fucking cum! I have to cum! Please mistress, fuck me, make me cum! I want to cum all over your fucking fingers!”

Although she couldn’t see Donna’s happy face, she heard Donna speak, “Cum you slut! Cum now you fucking slut!”

Jennifer came so hard her whole body shook. She could feel the orgasm spray down her leg, but she was too far gone to stop it or care. Donna continued the spanking and fucking giving Jennifer no release from her orgasmic bliss. Soon orgasm after orgasm splashed across her body as her mind moved further and further from her body.

“Oh my god! Oh my god Donna I am cumming so hard! So fucking hard!” Jennifer was screaming now, completely out of character, much to the deep satisfaction of her mistress.

The assault continued for an impossible to determine amount of time, but finally it did. Jennifer collapsed, kept aloft only by her shackles.

Donna was not through with her; not be a long shot. She moved quickly across the room and removed the thick feeldo from her bag and plunged it into her soaked pussy by the cock end. As she looked longing upon the spent body of her charge she fucked herself mercilessly to a powerful orgasm. The sound of which was music to Jen’s ears.

Moments later Jen felt Donna’s soft hands grab her firmly on each side of her hips. The feeldo plunged immediately into her waiting and hungry pussy. Donna’s strokes were urgent and forceful. With each thrust it seemed to penetrate deeper and deeper into each others cunts. In moments they were both lost in an orgasmic wonderland of urgent desire.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

“Deeper! Please! Fuck me deeper!”

Finally, Donna dropped to her knees behind Jennifer and sucked her pussy off to a final hard orgasm. She moved in front of Jennifer and offered her ass and pussy, which Jennifer happily indulged, plunging her tongue as deep into both as she was capable, sucking her mistress off to several powerful orgasms.

(Part two of this story includes an even more fictional inclusion of men. Read on if you desire)

It may have been them being so lost in their ecstasy that explains why they didn’t hear the sounds outside the garage until it was very late.

“What’s that?” Donna asked.

“What is it?” Jennifer asked very worried.

Donna went to the garage windows and peaked out. There she saw for trucks parked outside with six of more well dressed guys gathered around talking actively and with animation. As Donna watched in horror they pointed to the garage and then began to walk towards the front door.

“Oh no!” she said.

“What is it?” Jennifer asked again her voice betraying her growing fear.

“It’s the contractors. They weren’t supposed to come until tomorrow night!”

Donna ran quickly and grabbed her long jacket and sprang towards the door.

“I have to head them off at the pass!”

Leaving Jennifer dangling, she burst from the garage and raced to the front door.

She met the group of men as they were just coming into the house.

“Donna, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” The ruddily handsome contractor said to her.

“I um, came to make sure that the property was ready for tomorrow.”

“Oh I see.” He said with an ironic smile.

“Hey man, come check this out!” one of the men hollered

Clearly the sound was coming from near the garage. Donna raced there quickly with the other men following closely behind her.

“What do we have here.” Said one of the men, as he joined his friend in the garage staring at the ravaged hanging body of the mortified Jennifer.

“Very nice.” One of them said as he stroked Jennifer’s ass languidly passing his hand over the distributed words on her flesh.

“Don’t touch her!” Donna cried out, rushing to push his hand away.

As she did, she forgot to clutch her coat which came open revealing the feeldo she hadn’t time to remove.

“Well it certainly looks like she two were having some fun.” The contractor said with a smile.

As he did one of the guys unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. “Mind if we join in?”

“Fuck you!” Donna said angrily.

Meanwhile something stirred in Jennifer mind. “Donna?”

Donna slipped over next to Jennifer.

“Jennifer, I am so sorry!”

“How many of them are there?”

Donna was shocked by the question and the calmness in her voice. “There are six of them.”

“It’s okay.”

“What!?” Donna said in shock.

“I want to try it. Remember the rule of six?

Donna remembered Scott’s rule and was stunned by what Jennifer was suggesting.

“Yes, but…”

“Will they let me keep the blindfold on?”

Donna looked to the contractor. “Can she leave her blindfold on?”

“Of course.” He smiled and said. “Will you be joining us?”

“I, I don’t know.” She said moving away.

“If you change your mind, just let us know.”

Donna backed away with a front row seat on the action.

The men removed their pants and circled around Jen’s prone figure. Their hands stroked her naked flesh taking special notice of the marks from Donna’s whip. One bent behind Jennifer and pushing his face to her pussy began to suck and lick her lips. Jennifer let out and audible sigh. Another approached her face and pushed his cock towards her mouth. Without a thought she parted her lips and allowed him to slide inside. Her lips wrapped around his tool holding it as tight as a seal on a piston.

“Hey this chick really is a slut!” one of them said.

This seemed to uncork the entire proceeding. The guy in her mouth grabbed her roughly by the hair and slammed his cock into her throat.

“Suck my cock you slut!” as he began to fuck her face.

“Yeah fuck her man! Fuck that slut’s mouth!” she heard them say.

It was only second later when she felt the tip of the first cock she would take that night press against her soaking pussy. Not reluctant at all she pushed back against it urgent to have it in her. He did not disappoint as he buried his tool as deep as possible into her. They soon found a rhythm and seemed to be trying to touch the tips of their dicks together by pounding them through her body. Meanwhile, hands raced all over her tits and body. Fingers found their way into her asshole and spread it wide.

Donna’s horror faded as she watched her friend take cock after cock and with her body, beg for a new one as soon as one spent its load on her back. She couldn’t help but to look proudly and lustfully at her charge as she realized her full slut potential. Unable to contain herself, she moved her hand to her clit and rubbed it vigorously. She allowed her legs to part wide and penetrated herself with her free hand pushing herself to a shattering orgasm.

Jennifer was released from the shackles, but her body as not released from its desires. She ached for more cock and not just in her pussy. One of the guys laid on the ground and she was quickly thrust upon him. She rode him like a cowgirl, but needed to make it clear to the group that she wanted more. As she rode him, she reached her hand back and slipping to fingers inside began to fuck her ass earnestly. It didn’t take long for them to figure out what she wanted, as in seconds she felt a hard cock pressed against her bud. She leaned forward and allowed him the best possible access to her behind. Moments later she was filled almost completely. She opened her mouth and was treated to the final piece of the puzzle. Cock plowed into her from every angle and as most had already cum, they were able to fuck her like this for what felt like hours.

In her rapture she heard the unmistakable sound of fucking next to her. Turning her still blindfolded face in that direction she called out, “Donna?”

A panting desperate Donna replied, “I couldn’t let you have all the fun.”

For the rest of the night, they were both filled with a constant rotation of cock, sweat and cum. Their asses, pussies and mouths were sore, but stayed busy despite this. Finally, the last cock slipped from their aching pussies.

“We want to watch you two suck each other’s cunts like the sluts you are.” Said one of the men.

Donna happily slid under Jennifer and closing her eyes joined Jennifer in an orgasmic frenzy of satisfaction. They were so lost in their pleasure, neither noticed as the men dressed and left. Finally, exhausted, they collapsed in each others arms.

They decided to keep this between themselves as they dressed to go home.

Donna saw the contractor the next day, and they both acted as if nothing happened and he gave not the slightest hint of expecting it again. Jennifer had satisfied an itch and was more than happy to go back to being a good slut for her mistress and a great fuck for her man. Their mistress/sub relationship progressed happily as they had more and varied experiences….but that is another story.

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Gang Bang Club Part III; The Dinner Party

The group had not convened since Arlene decided to participate in the Gang Bang Club’s initiation. A lot had happened since then, as we were to find out. Nancy suggested we meet for brunch this Sunday to reconnect. Irene and I went for a run that morning and arrived around 10:30. As was usual, Cory and Joan were on time and already seated.

Joan wore nice jeans and a white T-shirt, her magnificent breasts pushing against the fabric. Cory was in a casual sweat suit that hid the curve of her body. Irene took a seat and crossed her long, sexy runner’s legs. Her running shorts rode high up her thigh, exposing most of her leg and part of her hip. We waited patiently before Nancy arrived.

“Sorry I’m late. I spent the night with Jason and we had a good morning session.” She giggles, “Who am I to pass up a good morning pussy licking. I hope you understand.”

“Nancy, we understand!” Said Joan, “But you aren’t the only one that got some last night. Cory didn’t come home last night so I am not sure where she was!” Joan concludes winking at Cory. She blushes in response.

Arlene has arrived and shakes her head at the conversation. “Do I understand what I am hearing? We’re giggling about Nancy having a morning wake up session and Cory having sex! And this in front of full card carrying members of a gangbang club! We need to get you two into the club so you have something to blush and giggle about!”

With that the conversation quickly moves to the main subject.

Arlene gave them an update on her last performance. She describes the set up. A large sound stage outfitted as an auditorium with a stage in the middle. On the stage to contraptions had been built. You started at the upper station, which was fashioned as a chair. The woman would sit in it and spread her legs. Above her, the man would offer his penis, which was sucked for several minutes or until he released. After finishing five men the woman moved to the lower station.

In the lower station the woman was positioned doggy-style with her head in the lap of the woman in the chair. As she orally pleased the other woman men would have intercourse with her from behind. In this position the shift lasted until five men had cum or had been in her for five minutes each.

The women are stunned as they realize Arlene’s activity involved giving and receiving oral sex from another woman. Cory breaks the ice.

“How did it feel? Any different than when a man licks you?”

“It’s different. More focused but I wouldn’t say better.” Arlene answers back.

“Why not better?” Cory asks.

“Well, with a guy you know you can get fucked afterwards.”

“What about a chick with a strap-on?” Cory continues to question.

“That would work, but it wouldn’t feel the same and it has no cum to give you!” Arlene finishes. The women contemplate her last statement for a while before concurring with Arlene’s statement.

“Whom did you go with?” Nancy asks. Arlene and Joan pass a glance between them. Not sure how much Joan wants to disclose. I fill the awkward silence and let everyone know I went down to Los Angeles with Arlene.

I get quizzed on what I thought. I tell them that it was fun. Going on stage was exciting. The effect of leaving the darkened hallway where you could see the whole venue and then entering the stage area where the lights really blinded you so you could only see the action really made you unaware of the crowd and kept your focus on your sexual performance.

“Did the girl on girl action turn you on?” Cory asks very directly.

“Yes. I started on top having my blowjob. Looking down at a naked torso and a woman’s head gyrating around in it got me very excited. In the second position, fucking from behind, it was good. Not as good because you frankly could not see the oral sex.”

“Would you do it?” Joan asks Cory.

“You mean the club. Yes!” Cory says quickly before her face pains. Remembering trying to qualify in Irene’s first session but not being allowed to play.

“No, I mean having sex with another woman.” Joan clarifies.

“I don’t know. If I was horny enough, probably.” Cory says. “How about you?” She asks Joan.

Joan hesitates before confessing to the group that she had also gone with us. She clarifies that originally she was only going to be allowed to take the top position. Giving the men oral pleasure while Arlene licked her. The rule they used was I could be her partner.

“So, did Arlene give could head?” Nancy asks.

“Actually, yes! Arlene got me so horny that I asked, and they let me, continue on to get fucked. Arlene is really good! I was so worked up by then I hardly noticed I was eating out another woman until we were way into it. And, it wasn’t bad.”

“Did you get into the club?” Irene asks

“Funny you should ask. I have another confession.” Joan says as she scans the group’s faces for response. “I got an invitation from that event…. but I’ve already done another. So, yes, I am gaziantep bayan escort in the club!”

Joan goes on to explain how she just felt it appropriate to follow through. She explains her session. Joan “volunteered” for a research study being sponsored by a doctor in the club. They ran an experiment to measure sperm content in male ejaculate from different kind of orgasms. They were testing for oral sex, intercourse, and intercourse after a blowjob, intercourse with a stranger and anal sex. During the conversation we determine it was not that exciting.

“It was really clinical. They even had me in a white hospital gown. The only twist was it opened on the front. Guys would come in, I would lay back and they would fuck me until they came. I only did the intercourse. I fucked the five guys and left. But, it got me into the club! And I got my $10,000!!” Joan says as she waves a cashiers check around. “With the pressure off I think my next one will be for bodily pleasure.” She concludes with a smirk.

“OK, so Irene is a member and made $25K, Joan’s a member and made $10K and Arlene is in and made…what?” Nancy asks.

“Actually, I’ve made $67K so far.” Arlene states. Mouths fall open around the table. “I want to be clear though, I’m not doing it for money. Is anyone else?’ Arlene queries.

Joan and Irene agree it is only for pleasure. Nancy agrees her interest is erotic. Cory has the most succinct answer, “I just want to fuck a lot!” Everyone breaks into laughter at that one.

“How did you make so much more?” Joan asks Arlene.

“Well, I got $52K for the session in Los Angeles. They paid a lot for the same sex partner activity and a lot of bonus money for swallowing cum and letting people shoot inside of you. And, I have a confession as well. I did another session which paid $15K.” Arlene states.

“I got an invite to help at a sperm bank the members are connected to. I guess they are high enough stature that their sperm is really valued. Anyhow, it was not that great. Once a year they offer access to women to help men ejaculate who don’t want to masturbate. Only four guys should up over four hours. It was really boring and not very erotic. In fact, one was weird. One man was there with the couple that was going to receive the donation. They wanted to watch the process. That bothered me a bit!” Arlene said. “Strange, I don’t mind strangers watching me get ravaged but somebody watching clinically really upset me.”

The women discuss their fantasies and view of what is erotic for a short time. They agree the club is the best thing that has happened to them and can enable a lot of sexual joys. The conversation is back to what fantasies are available and how to get Cory and Nancy in. Joan, Arlene and Irene had printed out the posted fantasies they could see. Unfortunately none of the session was a good match for a female guest to audition for the club. The women recommit to the club and to scanning for the appropriate audition vehicles for Cory and Nancy.

The meeting adjourns and we head out. Irene catches me at my car. “I have two favors to ask you. First, I did see one of the fantasies that I think I want to do. Would you be my guest?” Of course I agree. Unfortunately she would not tell me which one it was.

“What is the second favor?” I ask

“Will you fuck me now?” She asks, “This conversation got me so horny.”

“Of course, do you want to go to my place?” I respond.

“No, you don’t understand. I want you to fuck me now. Let go around to the back of the building or get in the car and fuck!” She says, pulling silky fabric of her running shorts aside to show me her pussy. We had a nice “quickie” in the back alley before parting ways.

Several days passed before Irene reappeared at my office cube. She handed me a piece of paper, gave me a coy smile and left. I turned it over to read.

Irene,

Thank you for your continued interest in our club. We are happy to accept your application for our dinner party event. You and your guest are cordially invited to a dinner party this Saturday from 6 pm until 9 pm in Austin, Texas. We will fly you out on a private jet; give you accommodation on your own private ranch and transportation if you wish to site see. Please be prepared to leave Friday night.

Upon your arrival you will be asked whether you want dinner before 6 pm or after 9 pm when our guests are eating. During dinner you will be busy serving the food…or, we should say becoming part of the dinner.

In this fantasy you will be the appetizer, main course and desert for our guests. Enjoy a cocktail or two from the trays as you circulate and serve our patrons. Do not be surprised if they ask to garnish their glass with your pussy juice or ask to dip your nipples into the drink so they can lick it off you. Not only are you the server but you are also a part of the drink.

As the main course is served you will be a major part of the presentation. You lay spread on the table as our cooks strategically place dipping sauces on your naked flesh. Relax and enjoy as our patrons dip and eat the sauces from your body. As an added treat, the patrons may decide to use your pussy as its own special sauce. After the meal is complete you will be cleaned before desert is served.

Desert is the coup-de-tat as our patrons line up for our classic offering of fresh pussy and cum. Our waiters, cooks and volunteer patrons will be our chefs. Each dish will be unique. Our diners will request where they want the ejaculate deposited on your body so they can eat it off as their desert.

Bon appetite!

The Gang Bang Club

Friday does not arrive soon enough. Irene has already been picked up and is in the car when it swings by my house. I slide in the back and kiss Irene hello. The flight out was non-eventful but we were both relieved to be flying on a private jet and not having to deal with the major airports. We enjoyed a morning horseback riding and lounging at the pool prior to the event.

The phone rang around 5 p.m. to inform us our ride was ready. Having been told uniforms are provided Irene does not bother to dress. She wears comfortable sweat pants and a t-shirt. However, she is still sexy as ever. Her skin golden from the sun is luscious. She wears no bra. Her nice long nipples are firm little points in the white fabric.

The main house is three miles from the guesthouse we are in. The manor is stately with grand Georgian columns, immaculate gardens and an elegant two-story white washed front – A classic southern plantation estate. We pull towards the back and enter the kitchen.

“Hi, you must be Irene!” A young Southern redhead says as she leads us through the kitchen into a small antechamber. “My name is Sarah and I am both the host and a participant tonight. The event is smaller than the one you last attended. It is only the two of us and one other lady. There will be approximately 40 guests so we will have quite a handful.”

“I think we will have more than just our hands filled!” Giggles another voice. A voluptuous black woman strides into the room completely naked. She is large but not truly overweight. Instead she seems amazingly well proportioned with huge breasts and a rather large backside.

“Well, I’ll give it my best shot!” Says Irene, “Forty people, that’s at least twelve to fourteen fucks each. Wow!”

“Oh, it will be a large amount but I think you will enjoy this. We’ve held this event for six straight years. Well, we need to get ready. Our guests will be here soon. Your costumes are on the chairs in the powder rooms.” Sarah states.

I follow Irene into the room. Each person’s outfit is clearly labeled. Irene and the black woman are given “limited” French Maid outfits. Quickly Irene is out of her clothes and assembling her outfit. I admire her naked ass and back as she makes sense of her limited clothing.

“What do you think?” She asks, now dressed for the night.

“Very nice!” I say. Her outfit is sexy. She has the delicate white hat on her head, sexy black gloves that extend past her elbows, a black corset, garters and high heels adorning her body. Her shoulders, breasts, upper thighs and pussy are bared to the world. “Spin around!” I suggest. From the rear the only clothing visible are the bands holding the corset on and her stockings. “Yum, yum!” I say.

“Does it want to make you fuck her!”? Sarah asks.

“Of course!” I stammer back. Sarah is pleased with the look and response.

The black woman returns in a similar outfit. Sarah excuses herself to get dressed. She is back very quickly since she had little to put on.

“Would you like to fuck me?” She grins at me. As the hostess she has dressed formally – A small bow tie around her neck, mid arm length gloves and a nice pearl necklace that dangles down to her upper breast. “I’ll take your hard on for an answer!” She says pleased with her effect on me.

“OK, first up we serve the drinks to our patrons. They will be mingling and talking for about an hour as we start our night. Simply take their drink orders and ask our bartender to make them. For the social hour no penetration is allowed. You will not be allowed to fuck, give a blowjob or be fingered in this session. The guests know the rules as well.” Sharon explains. The strict part over she smiles as she continues, “But, for the fun part. Don’t be surprised if a quick sip of your pussy juices or serving of your nipple isn’t the most popular drink!”

“Is there a limit on how far we can go?” The black woman asks.

“You are not allowed to instigate anything at any point.” Sarah states to the disappointment of the lady. “Oh, don’t worry. You are going to get plenty of attention. I’ve done this one before. It is very nice.”

“What about me?” I chime in.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” Sarah says. “This event is closed. You can watch but I am not sure how we can work you in. I’ll think about that as we progress. For this session though you can watch from the bar area.” She points me towards the door to the storage room. From there I can watch the scene and be only a few feet away from where the women will come to pick up there drinks.

“OK, all set?” Sarah asks. “Let’s go!” She turns and leads Irene and the other woman towards a large wooden door.

“How do you feel?” I whisper to Irene as she walks buy.

“Really nervous but turned on at the same time.” She says.

“You look great. I’m going to be jealous watching you get pleasured.”

“Thanks so much for coming. It’s nice to have your support. I’ll try and encourage Sarah to be easy on the rules and let you play.” Irene says sweetly.

The women are massed behind the door. Sarah indicates they should stay put until she signals them to come out.

“That outfit is really hot?” I whisper to Irene to break the silence.

“Hot? There’s hardly anything.” She giggles. “I’m really turned on standing here knowing I’m basically naked. The air feels really cool on my skin. I guess I have a little exhibitionism in me as well.”

I step aside as Sarah opens the doors. From my little nook I see the room as it opens for the women. The place is a formal and elegant sitting room. The room has a nice vaulted ceiling, crown molding and well-illuminated displays of artwork. The room has been cleared of most furniture to allow the guests to mingle. The floor is marble covered with large Persian area rugs. In the far corner is a well stocked bar with two bartenders.

“Ladies and gentleman, let me present your hostess and staff for the night.” Sarah announces as she steps into the room. The other women follow behind her. “Please do not hesitate to enjoy our pleasures tonight. We sincerely hope you enjoy our program for the evening. We will be starting cocktail service shortly.”

With that said Sarah leads the way, grabbing a serving tray from the bar and wandering out into the crowd. I watch her naked ass cheeks wiggle back and forth before they disappear behind a crowd of people.

The crowd is different than I expected. There are roughly twenty-five people present. Men are dressed in formal tuxedoes. Only the small black masks covering their eyes indicate this is anything than a society function. As my eyes scan the room I am surprised to see several women in attendance. They are in elegant evening attire. Not trashy or necessarily sexy but very elegant and also have the black masks over there eyes.

“Here I go.” Whispers Irene as she passes by grabbing a tray. As instructed they cover different sections of the room. Irene approaches a group of three men. I watch them converse wondering what they are saying. The conversation is pleasant but efficient and Irene wanders back to the bar.

“One Bombay blue sapphire Martini, one gin and tonic and a port.” Irene states as she relays their order to the barkeeper. “I thought they’d be all over us?” Irene whispers to me. “They are really pleasant. Just small talk but they made me feel very comfortable. I almost forgot I was standing there naked!” The drinks are finished and she takes them back to the group.

The men take their drinks and engage Irene in conversation. One man asks Irene a direct question. I notice all three are waiting for her answer. Her nods in agreement to whatever they have asked. Gently the man reaches behind her and strokes her naked ass cheeks. He sweetly feels her ass before placing a quick peck in the center of each cheek. Irene smiles back at him, as he appears to thank her. She moves on to another group.

They to engage her in conversation before the same question and response interchange takes place. Again, Irene nods in agreement. The gentleman’s fingers rise and softly flip Irene’s nipple up and down. She smiles at him. He gives her left nipple soft kisses as the other man moves in to do the same to her right. Irene relaxes, her knees weakening as both men suckle her nipples for several minutes. They stop and appear to place orders. She heads back to the bar.

She places her order and slumps against the bar rail.

“How is it?” I ask.

“Can you see?” She asks me. I let her know I can see the whole room. “I’m starting to get into this. I expected them to just jump on us but this is really sensuous. They are great conversationalist.”

“Are you getting turned on?”

“Very much so. This setting is so elegant. They look so good in their tuxes. When they started sucking my tits I felt this electricity running through me.” Her drinks are up. “So far so good.” She says as she starts another cycle.

She delivers her current set and is quickly summoned by two men and a woman. They talk briefly before directing a request to Irene. I notice her hesitate and it appears that the group reiterates their order. Irene hesitates a moment before nodding in agreement. She hurries back to the bar.

“What is going on?” I ask.

“The guy asked me for a margarita, the woman for a bourbon on the rocks and the other guy for a Bloody Mary.” Irene responds.

“It looked like you were a little flustered. You looked like you were excited?” I ask as my eyes exam her. “Hey, your pussy looks wet. Are you getting aroused?”

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They didn’t have to evacuate the little cottage in the Village By The Sea, but this is not the vacation Mr. Helms had wanted to take with his family. Florida was not so hot this time of year, and the kids loved the idea of taking a week off from school. Even Selene had been able to join them from the middle of her senior year at the University. Mr. Helm hadn’t seen his eldest daughter in nearly nine months, and now he was watching her panic in the resorts largest cottage with his wife and three younger sons adding to the fray.

“Daddy, are you sure it’s safe here, the wind is blowing the trees in half,” Selene was freaking out, looking at out the window with her brother.

“Hey, Steven, come check this out, that car is moving across the parking lot by itself,” Selene’s window partner gleefully explained.

Ok, Sammy, Mr. Helms’ middle son wasn’t exactly panicking, but he wasn’t helping either.

Little Shelby’s screaming exacerbated the whole scene. Mrs. Helms was pacing the sitting room floor with the squirming two-year-old trying to escape her arms.

“Ok, every one on the couch, and quiet!”

Sammy and Steven obeyed, but then started hitting each other.

“Separate. Now!” Mr. Helms grabbed Shelby and put him between the ten-year-old and the eight-year-old, and suddenly he was quiet.

But his parents were ready to kill them all, or each other.

Selene decided it was time to close the curtain and do something else. Watching the hurricane outside was just making her feel panicky. It was making them all panicky.

As much as she loved her parents, they didn’t do well in a crisis situation. It was time to send them to their room and give them a time out before her mother’s pacing drove them all crazy. And their father’s yelling was just out and out annoying.

“Why don’t you guys go into the back bedroom and take a time out, the boys aren’t going to calm down until you do.”

Mrs. Helms knew her daughter was right, and she led her husband threw the hallway to the third bedroom on the other side of the kitchen.

Mom and Dad were out of their hair, but what was she going to do with the boys?

“Want to play Battle Ship, Sammy?”

“Give me a break Sissy, I want to watch the hurricane,” Sammy said, getting up from the couch. Shelby was getting squirmy and Steven looked tired.

“How about lunch?”

Shelby was probably just cranky from hunger. Steven’s eyes brightened up a little.

He said, “can we make our own?”

Sammy came from the window because the answer was the difference between their mother’s leftover yucky meatloaf that she had said they would eat at every meal till it was gone; or p. b. and j. sandwiches, chocolate milk, and Cheetos.

Alas the cure in any crisis; junk food. Her smile was all they needed to run down the hall with the hurricane a distant memory.

“But be quiet or Mom will come in there and antep escort make you eat the yucky meatloaf,” she called after them.

The storm outside was loud enough to drown their voices once they had gotten to the kitchen. So loud that Selene almost didn’t hear the knock at the door.

She looked out the peephole. It was the handy man she had been flirting with all week. He was the owner’s son, and at 23, a year older than she. He was the cutest thing she had seen in Florida, though she might have not noticed him at school. He was not as tall as the guys she usually went for, and not as built. But he did have a slight shape to his arms, and his legs were ok. Maybe he didn’t look like a foot ball player, but she could tell he did exercise even before he had mentioned he was a sprinter. Track had gotten him a scholarship to a state U in California. He had graduated last year and was helping out his parents before he went back to start an IT job in Orange County, 6 months from now. Majoring in Software Development, they had something to talk about when they had run into each other around the resort.

She opened the door.

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you all. We’re getting this a little harder than Storm Alert said we would. How is every one?” Ben was soaked through, and his usually thick brown curls were slicked down to the side of his face.

“You better get inside, Ben before the wind takes you away.” Her smile was wide and her straight teeth had given Ben cause the like this girl, ever since she had gotten here. She seemed shy with her family around, but the few times they had a moment alone, she was very BOLD and he could tell she liked him. These stolen moments of dirty talk had been the jumping off place in his fantasies of her for his nightly jerk.

“The boys are in the kitchen, making their own little hurricane with lunch, I’m sure. Mom and Dad are in the back bedroom.”

Mr. Helms had been trying to calm his wife since they had shut and locked the door to the bedroom. All calming words had failed and now the only other option was to just fuck her till she was exhausted and fell asleep in his arms. The last family crisis had ended the same way, finding Selene in bed with her then current boyfriend during Thanksgiving dinner. That was the day Shelby had been conceived, he was sure of it. The Thanksgiving Baby. Maybe they could make a Hurricane Baby.

He stepped in front of her path, which stopped the pacing. He put his hands around her waist and brought her body in close to his. His kiss was forceful and exciting.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t check on the kids–” she was cut off by his mouth on hers again. His hand slipped under the sundress and found its way to her generous ass, fondling the soft flesh. Four kids had added some weight, but a really big ass had always gotten him hot. No complaints here. He got down on his knees and began to pull down her damp panties.

“The kids are fi-” the last word was cut off by the trimmed mound at the top of her legs. The gateway to her wet pussy. His thumb pulled back the mons the expose his wife’s clit. His tongue could now find it easily. Mr. Helms also found great joy in creating the spasms that began to shake his wife.

His tongue wouldn’t let up, even when she had tried to gesture toward the bed.

“Not yet,” came the muffled reply as he lapped up at her clit with his tongue, like a starving man. The hurricane outside muffled her cries of pleasure.

Selene went to check on the boys in the kitchen, and to get Ben a towel, because he was dripping on the floor. Shelby was nodding off with peanut butter all over his face and hands, Sammy and Steven were torturing a fly they had found in the corner. Normally this would have been greeted with verbal disgust, but Ben was waiting for his towel and the nervousness created by the storm was making her horny. Ignoring her other brothers, she cleaned up the little one and put him down in the travel crib in the next room.

“Ok, boys, if I let you play Alpha-Tango on my laptop, you promise to take turns, not fight, and not tell mom?”

Without a word, the fly was given a reprieve and the boys ran to her room.

She followed them, helped them load the CD and told them to take the laptop into their own room and shut the door.

Ben was hers.

Mr. Helms led his quivering wife to the bed and laid her down.

“Want some more, Baby?”

“Just fuck me, Sheldon, I need you inside me.”

He moved her onto her side and wrapped his body behind her, spooning her as he slipped his engorged cock inside her wet and waiting pussy. He movement was initially slow, but as her body responded, his hips began to thrust and buck, increasingly harder and faster.

“Fuck me Sheldon, FUCK ME!”

Soon she would collapse, and they would both fall asleep with his cock still inside her, but for now the muscles of slick flesh surrounding him were contracting, milking his cum deep into her cunt.

“Maybe you should take off your shirt;” Selene tried to sound innocent as she gave Ben the towel.

His body as tan and firm and she noticed the bulk in his shorts expand as he watched her watching him. But his shorts were just as drippy and the puddle at his feet began to seep across the floor. He continued to undress. She didn’t stop him. His erection nearly leaped forward as it was freed from the confines of his wet shorts.

She was still watching as he continued to dry off the bottom half of his body. His hard cock jumped and wobbled as the towel passed over it several times. Suddenly she realized that the sitting room might not be the best place for this, especially with the memory of THAT Thanksgiving still fresh on everyone’s mind. She led the naked Ben to her bedroom and locked the door.

He threw himself on the bed. She started to undress but his whisper stopped her. She couldn’t quiet tell what he was saying over the wind outside. She sat next to him and leaned in closer to his mouth.

“What?”

“I said, don’t take it all off, I like to touch the wet spot.”

“Oh,” she said as she wriggled out of everything but her underwear.

He rolled her over onto her belly and pushed her legs apart so he could sit behind her.

“Get up on your knees.”

She did as he asked.

“Down,” he said as he pushed at her back so that her head and upper body were flat on the pillow.

He put his other hand between her legs and started stroking her pussy through the cotton undies. The dampness was making him want her.

Selene was surprised at his forcefulness, but it really turned her on. He wasn’t being mean or pushy, just telling her what he wanted. If he kept rubbing her like that he could have it, whatever he wanted.

“Hump my hand.” Her hips began to rhythmically trust back and forth as she ground her soaked; panty covered pussy into his palm. She was getting dizzy but his hand didn’t stop its counter pumping against her vulva. She came with force, and the liquid of orgasm flowed from inside her.

His hand began to catch the juices of her ready cunt.

“Be still,” he said as he lifted his hand to drink from it. His eyes closed as he savored her taste. Dreamily his licked his palm again until his tongue felt raspy on his own skin. He opened his eyes to a Selene bent over, legs spread, back arched and a wet spot on her panties that covered all of waiting pussy. She was shaking.

“Pull your panties down real slow…. Farther down.”

He bent over her putting his straining cock inside her, and wrapped his arms around her body and found her nipples. With every thrust into her, he pinched them. He pounded her wet cunt repeatedly. Even after she came, he kept fucking her. Selene wasn’t going to fight it; he could keep fucking her all through the hurricane.

In the moment before he felt his own cock contract, he pulled out and rested his cock on the divet of her ass just at the crest where her back began to slope down. He enjoyed watching the cum spray across her back.

“Lay down,” he told her as he pushed her ass down to the bed. His tongue on her back tickled. She laughed as he licked his cream off the small of her back all the way to her shoulders and neck. Now his whole body was laying on top of her, his weight adding to her joy at just having been well fucked. He kissed her cheek and mouth for a long time.

The hurricane had let up outside, it was still raining, but the wind was gone. When had that happened? Selene and Ben got up, found his clothes and kissed one more time at the door.

“I got to get back; tomorrow will be busy cleaning up that mess out there. Will you come out and talk to me while I work?”

“Yes, Ben, whatever you say.”

The door shut behind him and Selene went back to the boy’s bedroom, to see if she could get a turn at Alpha-Tango.

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Apologies for the long delay, unfortunately a dead phone meant I lost the rough copies for this chapter and had to re-do it completely. As a result I did get a little disheartened and it took a while to rediscover my flow. So again apologies.

Enjoy.

*****

I have never been happier in my life, it was about two months since my life had completely changed. In a bout of sexual frustration I’d decided to write an online advert, basically stating I wanted to be used and abused for the pleasure of strangers. One reply had caught my eye, entertainment for a birthday party at the local biker dive. Not only was the party one hell of a good night involving my first double penetration and a cum shower but I met the new man in my life.

Jack, now Jack was something special. Not only was he my kind of man in the looks department, with long wavy brown hair and a thick full beard, both shot through with grey, tattoos flowing down both arms. He was a real big bear of a man in every way. But as well as the physical side he had the most beautiful personality. Caring and considerate but with one hell of a kinky streak, also he was one hell of a good fuck.

He loved watching me being fucked, particularly by several guys at once. I think the more the merrier as far as Jack was concerned. He loved to fuck me afterwards, I’m not sure why, if it was the territorial thrill of trying to claim me back or knowing I was getting off on the thought of him watching me. The only caveat is that I am only allowed to play with the guys in the club and only if he watched. I was fine with this, I liked the guys and they certainly knew how to show a girl a good time.

One of the guys Si pulled me to one side for a chat last week. Si was the first of the guys I had been fucked by at the club, he was the birthday boy at that memorable first party. Since then under Jacks supervision we’d fucked several times, including one bizarre occasion when after having a fair amount of rum poured into my rectum, he then proceeded to spank the living daylights out of my arse before making me watch while he masturbated in front of my face. His wicked blue eyes twinkled as he informed me it was jacks birthday soon and asked if I was down to help with a surprise present for him? I was very happy with that idea, my pussy starting to get moist as I heard his plan.

The big day had arrived and I was left staring speechless at the outfit that had been delivered for me to wear. I shook my head with a smile as I started to get dressed. It had arrived with a note instructing me to wear this and only this. First there was a black leather under bust corset, I managed to wrestle myself into it and pull the laces so tight that I could barely breathe. Then a pair of thigh high boots with stiletto heels, soft black leather enclosing my long legs up to mid thigh. A long black leather coat completed the outfit, that was it, no underwear, nothing covering me from waist to thighs. I decided to go all out with the make up, heavy smokey eyes and dark lipstick. I looked like a teenage goths wet dream.

I had ten minutes to wait until I was due to be picked up so I paced the floor trying to get the hang of the heels. With every step my free uncovered tits jiggled, the piercings glinting in the light. The pale skin contrasting with the black of the leather and the dark tattoo covering my chest. The coat swirled around me stopping about an inch off the floor. I was already starting to get aroused and could feel the moisture building at the top of my thighs. My fingers twitched, I was itching to slip them inside me but I was running too low on time for that sort of thing. I settled for running my thumbs across my stiff nipples, making me moan and gaziantep bayan escort bite my lip.

The doorbell rung so I quickly buttoned the coat and dashed down to meet Si. He was leaning against a pick up waiting for me, his blue eyes twinkled as he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and opened the door for me. We made polite small talk as he drove to our location, it amazed me that despite the amazing sex we’d had in the recent past he was the perfect gentleman when Jack wasn’t around. It said a lot about Jack that he inspired this sort of loyalty from his friends.

We pulled of the main road down a track leading into forest, he parked on the edge of a small clearing, he left me in the cab in the dark with my own thoughts while he finished setting up outside and I awaited my signal. All I could hear was the rapid thudding of my heart as I waited. As I heard the rumbling of large motorbikes coming closer my nipples started to stiffen and my pussy moistened in anticipation.

The bikes came roaring into the clearing Jacks large black muscle bike in the lead. Suddenly the carefully placed lights turned on, the guys all started to tunelessly sing happy birthday to Jack as a beer bottle was thrust in his hand. I took my cue, undone the coat and stepped out of the truck slamming the door loudly. All eyes turned to me as I headed towards the group. The black leather and corset blending with the surrounding darkness to highlight the paleness of my chest, thighs and pussy.

I would like to say I strutted with a sexy sashay but in reality I picked my way across the uneven ground trying to stay upright whilst cursing the treacherous heels. When I finally reached jack I stole a mouthful of his beer then leaned in for a full kiss. I reached down and stroked the firm bulge inside his jeans hearing him groan into my mouth. I put a hand on his big chest and pushed him away as I stepped back. I walked to his bike where it rested on its stand and hopped up.

I looked into his eyes as slowly peeled the coat off my shoulders to drape it across the bike, I watched as his eyes darkened as he took in my pierced stiff nipples that were now fully exposed. I took my breasts in my hands, squeezing and massaging them, my fingers slowly moving to my nipples, arching my back as I played with them, feeling the pleasure build in the pit of my stomach and my pussy. Although my gaze was locked on Jacks face I could feel the eyes of everybody in the clearing watching me.

I spotted a movement out of the corner of my eyes and realised it was two men moving around the clearing with professional video cameras filming every second of the action. The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine. I slowly moved my hands down the front of my body towards my thighs. I stroked down the outside of my legs to where the boots started, I moved my hands to the inside pulling my legs apart as my hands went higher. When my legs were stretched wide my fingers stroked the hollows at the tops of my thighs.

I looked down and could see the lips of my pussy glistening with my juices that were already leaking from me. I stroked the length of my lips moaning as a trickle flowed towards my arsehole, I circled my clit slowly building the suspense teasing myself. I looked again at Jack who was clearly enjoying the sight his hand stroking along the length of his cock through his jeans, his eyes fixed on my pussy as I played. I pushed two fingers inside my myself unable to hold back any more. Fucking myself while my thumb worked across my clit. the clearing was filled with the sound of my wet cunt squelching and my moans escaping my lips. All around I could see some of the bikers with their cocks out stroking as they watched, the cameras zoomed in focusing on my pleasure. It was enough to push me over the edge making me shake and cry out as my pussy clenched and spasmed over my fingers.

As I calmed down I gestured for jack to come to me with a crooked finger. When he was stood in front of me I held my dripping fingers in front of mouth, gasping as he licked and sucked, cleaning my juices off. I leaned forward kissing up his neck towards his ear. “happy birthday, this is all for you, pick whose first.” I whispered.

He looked across at Si and asked “this your doing?” Si just grinned and raised his beer bottle at him. “well you’re up first then” Si needed no extra prompting he unzipped him self as he walked over. His cock sprung free from his restraining jeans, thick and hard he was huge. I barely got the chance to appreciate the sight as he reached me, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He stepped inside my open legs and as his lips crushed mine he thrust himself into me hard. In his normal style he gave me no time to adjust to his considerable size and started to slam into me again and again. It was all I could do to hold on to his shoulders and wrap my legs around him. I just hoped the bike stayed on its stand. In no time at all I was screaming another orgasm as I shook around him, I felt him swelling inside me before he quivered moaning as he shot spurt after spurt inside me. He kissed me softly then surprised me by slipping a blindfold over eyes and stepping away.

Enclosed in darkness all I could do was wait with my legs open shivering in the chilly air, I could feel the cum Si had just deposited inside me starting to make its way out again. I felt hands lifting me and turning me over. I found myself bent over the bike face down with my arse in the air. My feet were kicked apart and I felt my arse cheeks pulled apart. I shivered as I felt a tongue stroke up the length of me pushing inside my hole, not seemingly bothered about the taste of the cum mixing in with my juices. After thoroughly probing my pussy with his tongue he licked his way up to my tight arsehole licking round it before pushing his way inside. His hands on my arse cheeks held me still as I squirmed with pleasure moaning and squirming.

A hand moved under my chin lifting my face, I felt a warm hard cock head pushing against my lips, it was already coated with pre-cum. I licked the tip as my lips opened eagerly to accept it inside. The tongue working my arsehole stopped and I felt something a lot bigger and firmer pushing in. I could feel both ends slowly being filled with cocks. It felt amazing I moaned my pleasure around the one in my mouth. My tight arse was being stretched the pain mixing with pleasure as he slowly slid in. The cock in my mouth hit my tonsils making me gag around it.

At some unseen signal they started moving in time with each other, hands holding me still leaving me with no option but to take it. In no time at all I was building towards yet another orgasm. Juices flowed freely from my pussy as my whole body shuddered uncontrollably. The cock in my mouth quivered as it thrusted faster and the hips behind me started slamming into me hard and fast, his balls banging up against my pussy with every thrust.

I heard a grunt and a groan in front of me and felt my mouth filling with spunk, I swallowed as much as I could but some still flowed down my chin, at the same moment the cock in my arse buried itself deeply, twitched and filled my bowels. I felt a sharp slap on my arse as he pulled out and a kiss landed on my forehead.

As I lay there trying to get my breath back I heard movement and rustling around me, hands started groping and grabbing at me, my arse, my tits, nipples pinched and squeezed and fingers found their way into my soaked pussy and arsehole. I could hear heavy breathing and grunting. Then I felt soft warm droplets landing on my raised face, starting to run down my face I licked what I could from my lips. I felt drops hitting my arse and rubbing the spunk into my cheeks.

I was completely spent laid face down over the bike and felt soft hands removing my blindfold. I looked up into the soft blue eyes of Jack smiling down at me he looked both aroused and proud of me. “Happy birthday big guy.” I croaked at him.

“Thank you Princess, lets get you home.” With that he helped me to my feet and draped my coat back over my shoulders. He helped me stagger towards the pick up tossing Si his bike keys as he went. I was placed in the passenger seat and Jack leant over and kissed me tenderly, I felt my eyes growing heavy as the heating kicked in and the truck started moving.

I woke up just as truck pulled into the parking lot for the biker bar. As Jack pulled the truck to a stop I pulled him towards me for a deep kiss, burying my fingers into his beard and hair as our tongues entwined. One of his hands stroked the outside of my thigh as the other gripped the back of my neck, I felt like a horny teenager making out in a car again. I couldn’t wait any longer i needed to feel Jack inside me. Now. I pulled away from him and pushed the seat as far back as it would go and reclined it fully. I put one of my feet up on the dashboard spreading myself fully and scooted myself to the edge of the seat. “Fuck me, please, fuck me now.”

He made his way across to me and knelt in front of me he undone his jeans and revealed he was hard and ready for me. I looked down and watched the thick hard length of him slide into me. I was wet but still tight as he filled me his hips pushed forwards until he was buried inside me. My feet were hooked up on the dashboard until he grabbed my heels and pushed them onto his shoulders so I was bent double as he leaned forward and kissed me, sliding painfully slowly and deeply keeping me on the edge.

I heard a rumble and saw a light pass across the dark cab, I was too distracted to give it much thought. I was moaning with my nails digging into the shoulders of Jacks jacket. I saw a shadow pass by the window as I looked up a familiar blonde beard looking down through the window. Si had clearly returned Jacks bike and was going to wait for the truck keys. I could see he was enjoying the view as his hand moved to his groin, starting to stroke up and down. It was the first time anybody else had watched me and Jack having sex the thought of it was driving me crazy.

I don’t think jack was aware of our audience as he started to pick up speed, my pussy starting to tighten and my juices flowing, the pleasure starting to build in my stomach, I locked eyes with Si my moans building until I was crying out and starting to scream. I spasmed around Jacks cock as he started to swell and slam into me, he groaned and bit my neck as he thrust into me one more time and his cum filled me. Over his shoulder I spotted Si tense up and his own release hit the window and started to dribble down.

As Jack started to soften inside me and I slowly came back down earth the passenger door opened and Si looked down at us he bent down and planted a kiss on my still panting mouth before chuckling at us. “Good show old man, but you’re cleaning the mess up!” He stated as he pointed a finger in our direction. I laughed and made my way inside to jacks flat as the guys traded keys and light hearted insults and manly back slaps.

I think I was asleep as soon as the corset came off and I hit the bed, I vaguely felt Jack getting into the bed and spooning behind me as I drifted off in his strong tattooed arms. I hoped he’d had a good birthday but I still had plans for him tomorrow.

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Prologue

Our lives and marriage had changed forever. Mark and I had never felt more in love, or more adventurous since the Christmas gift I gave him. Of course, it had everything to do with my friend’s Stacy’s bold sexual prowess. The moment I agreed to let her create the gift I would give Mark, there was no turning back. And we haven’t. My gift is to fulfill any sexual request or fantasy, no matter what. To both of our surprise, it has not only unleashed Mark’s deepest desires, it also set me free. I no longer live in the prison of my inhibitions. Together, Mark and I are fully free to fulfill any fantasy. We enjoy the gift of unhindered honesty and complete trust. I know he loves me, and in the most amazing ways, I get to demonstrate how much I love him. We wake up next to each other every morning with the thrill of wondering what might happen with the unrestricted possibilities of my body as a blank check to him. It takes our breath away to live the adventure that any fantasy can come to life. Nothing escalates passion like imagination.

Chapter One

The fun of Christmas and bringing in the New Year in such a momentous way, set the tone for our first months of sexual adventure. It’s amazing how creative a person can become when told there are no limits to the possibilities. Mark’s imagination was unbridled. The world was filled with possibilities, and so was I. Truthfully, I lived in excited anticipation for what he might want next. Something devilishly wonderful was unleashed in me. I even enjoyed feeding him ideas to kindle his imagination. He was often shocked by my offers. By March, our sex life was on fire. We couldn’t keep our minds or hands off of each other. Constant anticipation kept him hard and me wet; fulfilling his fantasies made us both gloriously ravenous for more.

In the middle of March we received an email from Carlos and Maria, friends from our college days. Maria met Carlos our sophomore year. It was a match made in heaven. They both loved to party and lived for the moment. After graduation, they got married and moved to Costa Rica where Carlos was from. They bought a struggling little private beach resort for the two of them to run together. They made just enough to enjoy a modest living in paradise, and couldn’t be happier. It was the perfect place for those looking for a small remote exotic vacation spot.

They emailed us to ask if we might be interested in exchanging homes for a week in June. Ironically it would give them a vacation from paradise to visit Maria’s family in the States. They would have free lodging in our house while we would enjoy the luxury of resort living for free on their private beach in Costa Rica. All of our food, lodging and recreation would be included. The only catch is we would need to be available to be the resort hosts, which they assured us would require very little from us. “The place basically runs itself,” Carlos said. “Our waiters and cooks take care of the food, housekeeping takes care of the bungalows. You’d just be available to smile and make it look like you are in charge.”

It was an easy decision to take them up on their all expense paid Latin America vacation. We arrived a day early so they could orient us to the resort. It was picturesque and off the beaten path. Unlike the large commercial resorts on easily accessed beaches, this was hidden away in a remote rain forest surrounded by ageless palm trees and large tropical brush. Five quaint bungalows were spaced out and tucked into a grove of tall palm trees. The main building had an intimate dining room as well as outside tables that overlooked the pool and adjacent private beach. The pool area was dotted with plush chaise lounges that spilled out to the pristine beach. A small shack housed snorkel gear, and other beach equipment that guests could help themselves to, in addition to colorful kayaks and small sailboats sitting readied nearby. They showed us breathtaking hidden cave pools unlike anything I had ever seen. Entrance to the caves could be only accessed from below the water off their private beach. The enchantment of the resort was a tropical home away from home for people to enjoy as if it all belonged to them. For the time they were there, it did. They could help themselves to anything they wanted.

After staying up all night drinking, laughing and catching up together, Carlos and Maria left early in the morning for the airport. They gave us their private elegant quarters to enjoy for ourselves. Mark and I looked at each other with giddy smiles. We had just been handed the keys to paradise for the week. The warm wet air this early in the morning meant it would be a typical sultry summer day in Costa Rica. It was perfect. My skin soaked in the humidity. I stripped my clothes off and then Mark’s, before fucking him on the plush bed. It was a wonderful way to christen the beginning of our memorable week together.

We emerged from our romp wearing only our bathing suits, the official uniform of resort hosts. I had never worn a skimpier bikini, gaziantep bayan escort nor had I ever felt sexier in public. It was a tiny swimsuit Mark picked out for me. He playfully asked me to choose between wearing it or nothing at all. The difference in the choice was most subtle, but I chose the side of modesty. The unique bikini top barely covered the naturally swollen nipples of my modest breasts. The miniscule triangles of the bikini top were more like strings woven into tiny nets than a solid fabric. The crisscrossing pattern offered small windows to the dark supple skin beneath. The miniature triangles were loosely held on my body by what looked like packing string over my petite shoulders. The bikini bottom was similarly made as a tiny thong, barely covering my shaved feminine access, as long as the slightest movement didn’t compromise its placement. The limitations and color of the suit showed off my fit body and bared tight ass. I pushed my sunglasses through my shoulder length brunette hair and over my wide brown eyes. Mark’s dick was rock hard again as he watched me walk across the room toward the outside pool deck.

Whether we were sitting next to each other, or were across the pool or beach, we couldn’t help staring at each other. We were hopelessly in love while enjoying the tropical paradise. Carlos and Maria were right. The place ran itself. Our only job was to basically say hi to people, ask how they were enjoying their stay and if there was anything we can do to make their stay more pleasurable. Of course, the place was more pleasurable than any of our current guests had ever experienced.

Ten eighteen-year-old young men, making the transition from their boyhoods in high school to manhood in college, filled the five bungalows. Most of them had grown up together; all of them had played basketball together. After this trip, they would each go their own way to different colleges across the country. Boys will be boys, and they had come to make the most of it. They couldn’t help stealing glances all day as I walked around the resort in my skimpy bikini, the only woman on the premises. Their ogles were anything but subtle, nor were the obvious signs of testosterone-surging arousal in their swimsuits. It made me hot watching them watch me. I couldn’t wait for the first opportunity to unleash my pent-up arousal on Mark after being lusted after by the ten new college men all day long.

“I’m going for a swim,” I announced to Mark as the late afternoon sun hovered just over the horizon in the western Latin sky. The air was still warm and moist. My body glistened from sweat. Most of the young male guests had gone in to their bungalows to shower to get ready for dinner and a night out at one of the local dance clubs. Only one had remained kayaking out on the open waves, squeezing every moment out of the day he could. He was bringing his boat in to the shore as I walked toward the lapping waves.

“Damn,” he said has we walked past me. His muscular body was wet from sitting in the kayak and from the spray of the waves. He showed little bashfulness that his dick turned his swimsuit into an impressive tent, jutting out in front of his body. The testosterone surging through his system made it impossible for him to not turn his head over his shoulder to grab a lustful glance at my ass as I continued past him. He wished it were his hands rather than his eyes that grabbed hold of my ass. I smiled at the feel of his eyes caressing my body.

“Damn right,” I answered with a sultry smile. It felt good to have the lusty attention of these college boys. It told me that I still had it.

He stopped in the sand and took advantage of the opportunity to watch me walk toward the waters he had just emerged from. Light sand coated the bottom of my almost bare ass. My petite feet sunk into the soft sand, leaving inviting footprints. “Damn,” he said again, to himself. If he knew he could get away with it, he wanted desperately to drop his swimsuit right there on the beach, follow me in to the water and lose his virginity. Yes, he was the only one of his teammates who had not buried his manhood in the soft welcome of a woman’s pussy. They teased him endlessly about it. He had waited for a dream moment like this. He glanced back toward the resort and saw Mark sitting by the pool watching his wife. “Damn,” he said again, this time out of dashed hopes. He sat down unashamedly on the beach to watch the vision of me swimming in the ocean. The tent of his swimsuit remained at full mast.

The warm Pacific water felt wonderful, although my pussy was already soaked before reaching the water’s edge. I playfully splashed and floated around, basking in pleasure of having the private waters all to myself. After several minutes of relaxing play, I began my walk out of the ocean, throwing my soaked brunette hair over my head. It moved through the air almost in slow motion; droplets of water sprayed from my locks. The salty ocean water poured down my scantily covered body. My eyes caught the unabashed stare of the college boy lying in the sand, engrossed with my every move. His dick stood tall, staining the capacity of his swimsuit. He had almost cum just watching me frolic in the water.

Mark watched with pride from the comfort of his chaise lounge by the pool 30 yards away. He loved watching his gorgeous wife walking out of the ocean as if in a scene from an epic movie. The sun glowed like a large golden ball behind me. The height of the boy’s arousal was evident even from that far away. Mark smiled at what his wife’s beauty was doing to the helpless victim.

I thought I’d have some fun with the boy and walk past him with a sultry saunter, while glancing up and down his virgin muscular body with a wry smile. It was time for him to get a taste of what he and his friends had been doing to me all day long. My soaked tiny bikini was useless. Most of it had shifted during my swim. I saw no need to adjust any of it back into place. What part of it was still in place was transparent from being drenched. I prided myself on the obvious agony I was causing; the volcano in his swimsuit was about to erupt.

I glanced up at Mark to see him enjoying my show from the luxury of his poolside vantage. His smile was like nectar to me. I couldn’t wait to get back up there, take him inside and fuck him crazy. He suddenly raised his hand into the air and gave our sign. Our agreed upon hand sign is simple, but has a profound meaning. My Christmas gift had promised to fulfill every fantasy. Sometimes a fantasy moment doesn’t allow for conversation, only a sign, a call to immediate action. The simple sign is a shake of two fingers in my direction.

I was stunned. Mark basked in my surprise. He knew what his simple sign was asking of me in that moment alone on the beach with the unsuspecting young man aching from the raging hard-on in his swimsuit. I looked down at the young virgin stallion and then back up at Mark for confirmation. He smiled and repeated the hand sign.

I instantly obeyed. I reached my hand behind my back and pulled the small string holding my bikini top on. My other hand pulled the top off and dropped it to my feet. My nipples were hardened from the swim and my own arousal, projecting them out an inch as the warm breeze kissed them. Without fanfare, I seductively reached down to the small bows on my hips holding my bikini bottoms on. With a simultaneous smooth pull and release of the string on each side, the tiny piece of netting covering my womanhood fell to the sand between my feet.

“What’s your name,” I asked in a sultry voice as my naked silhouette stood before him with the descending fireball of the sun behind me.

“Uh, uh, Chris,” he stammered, completely stunned at what was happening.

“Well Chris, it looks like that impressive dick of yours needs to be fucked,” I said, as I leaned down wearing only a smile. I stretched the top of the strained swimsuit over his enlarged cock and summarily pulled them down his long muscular legs, stripping him without permission. My seductive actions made his dick throb, promising an imminent involuntary climax. I stepped over his body with one foot on either side of his hips, and dropped to my knees.

“I’ve never…” he started to say, without resistance. He lay stunned as one of his wet fantasies was coming true before his eyes.

“Then your first is going to be very memorable,” I interrupted. I positioned my soaked pussy lips over his impressive manhood and impaled myself onto him.

“Aaauuuggghhhh!” he cried out, immediately gasping for breath at the sensation. His head spun in ecstasy. I slowly raised my pussy to ascend his dick before slowly seductively lowering myself onto him again. “Oh shit, you’re going to take me!” It rarely takes long for a man to give, but Chris set an all-time record for me. My pussy began to fill with his young warm jizz with my third pump of his dick. I kept my slow seductive pace, draining him of his first orgasm, while using his member to massage me toward my own.

“Ah yes,” I cried out. I reached both hands up to my tits, squeezing my thick nipples between my thumbs and fingers while my body continued its use of him. I increased my pace as the climax got closer, enticing it toward completion. My body began to quake over him at the pleasure of my orgasm. “Oh yes! Oh Yes! Oh YES!” I screamed without concern. The two of us had the beach to ourselves. Mark was the only one who could see and hear me, and I was fucking this kid at his request. I looked up to see Mark’s satisfied smile from this far away. I looked back down to see the young man I had just taken beginning to respond again to the continued action of my lubricated pussy stroking his cock.

Cold chills covered his body lying on the warm sand. “Oh gawd, oh gawd,” he moaned.

I leaned over him and placed my thick lips next to his ear. “I have worked up such a thirst,” I whispered. “I mean, really thirsty.”

I pulled my pussy off of him and slid my sweaty body down his until my mouth stopped over his throbbing cock. He instinctively closed his eyes in raptured pleasure as his entire length disappeared between my lips. I began to suck him for all he was worth.

“Oh gawd, oh gawd!” he repeated. His ass began to buck against the sand beneath him, forcing his dick deeper into my mouth. He glanced down at me and caught my eyes. I winked at him and with it, pushed him over the edge. In a matter of just a few minutes from the first fuck of his life he was giving again, this time pouring a pint of his thick cum down my parched throat. I sealed my lips on him to ensure I swallowed every drop.

I smiled and licked my lips as I stood up. He was completely spent and in a daze. It was a moment I made sure he would never forget. It was a moment most of his friends would never believe when he described it. I grabbed my bikini and his swimsuit from the sand. “This is mine for now,” I said playfully, swinging it around in the air.

“Wait! I need that,” he said helplessly as I began to make my way back up to the pool area, and to my waiting husband.

“You’ll get it later,” I promised. “For now, you’ll have some explaining to do with your buddies.”

Chapter Two

Mark and I had the resort to ourselves when the ten young men left for a night on the town. Both of us were burning with desire after my surprise rendezvous with Chris on the beach. Mark and I strolled naked in the moonlit shallow surf before ravenously fucking each other for hours on the soft sand. It was magical.

The next two days were uneventful, other than the rabid sex Mark and I continued to enjoy with one another, and the incessant stares in my direction by the hormone-driven men. What should I expect as the only woman on the grounds. We discovered there is nothing like a remote tropical beach resort to supercharge libidos.

Every time Chris and I walked past each other, his face lit up with a broad smile, and his dick hardened like Pavlov’s dog. His friends gave playful congratulatory punches to his arm. They were jealous every time they saw me, continuing to admire my almost naked body sauntering around in the skimpiest of bikinis.

Late in the morning on their fourth day, Mark and I basked in the warm sun, enjoying fresh pineapple and cold Mai Tais. Life doesn’t get better than this. Being surrounded by these ten college guys made us reminiscent of our college days. We laughed about what we did at parties, risks we took to fuck each other, including stealing one in the university library. Everything in those days seemed to be driven by hormones. Somehow Carlos and Maria found a way to extend the playful debauchery of college by making a living running this remote Costa Rican resort.

“Hey Mark and Cate,” one of the tall muscular basketball players shyly interrupted, flanked by two of his similarly sized friends. “We were wondering how we sign up for the special “MILF Hidden Cave Tour.”

Mark and I looked at each other surprised. “MILF Hidden Cave Tour?” Mark asked, trying to keep from laughing.

“Yes,” the spokesman of the three said. “When we made our reservations, they told us about an excursion available today called ‘Maria’s Incredible Latin Fuckin’ Hidden Cave Tour,’ or MILF Hidden Cave Tour for short.”

“Are you serious?” I asked stunned. Even for Carlos and Maria that sounded out there.

“Yep,” he said. “It was the reason we decided to come to this resort. For $200 apiece, Maria promised a satisfaction guaranteed intimate tour of the hidden caves for up to three guests.” He winked with a smile. The other two smiled to confirm his description.

“There is an emphasis on ‘Incredible Latin Fuckin’,” one of the others added boldly.

“Maria isn’t here,” Mark answered.

“But she is,” the spokesman said looking over at me. “And Chris told us…”

I felt my cheeks tighten with a blush. I couldn’t believe what they were asking. Carlos and Maria didn’t say anything about this.

“We’d like to schedule a MILF Hidden Cave Tour,” he asserted, holding two one-hundred dollar bills.

“We’re so sorry Maria’s not here this week,” I said in the most genuine voice I could muster, still shocked at the revelation of Maria’s side business.

“Yeah,” Mark added firmly. “Without Maria here, a ‘Maria’s Intimate Latin Fuckin’ Hidden Cave Tour’ isn’t possible.” The faces of the three young men fell in disappointment. Mark felt for them. He saw the heartbreak on their faces, and couldn’t shake the conversation we were just having, remembering the crazy things we did when we were in college. The three men turned and started to walk away.

“However,” Mark called out. The three men stopped in their sand tracks. “We do have a CILF Hidden Cave Tour available,” he added with a smile.

“What?” I asked in unison with the three young studs. “What’s that?”

“Maria’s not here so a MILF Hidden Cave Tour is impossible; however Cate IS here, making you the lucky ones to be able to sign up for the never-before-offered CILF cave tour!” Mark answered with a broad smile. “You thought the MILF tour might be good; this will be much better.”

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