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Merhaba, ismim Can. 2 yıllık evliyim. Henüz nişanlı iken, ben ayda bir hafta sonu İzmir’e gidip, onlarda kalıyordum. O zamanlar baldızım da nişanlıydı, ama bacanak orada kalmıyordu. Gece olunca ben tek başıma bir odada yatıyordum, nişanlım ve baldız beraber bir odada yatıyorlardı. Herkes uyuduktan sonra nişanlım benim odama gelir sevişirdik. Nişanlım, “Ben senle evlenince gerdeğe girmek istiyorum!” derdi ve kesinlikle siktirmezdi, ama sikişme haricinde her türlü sevişir ve birbirimizi rahatlatırdık. Yine böyle bir gece nişanlımla sevişirken, yazın İzmir çok sıcak olduğu için, odanın penceresi açık bir şekilde sevişiyorduk. Evleri müstakil ve tek katlı, güzel bir bahçe içindeydi. Nişanlımla sevişmeye başlayalı yaklaşık yarım saat geçmişti, nişanlım beni yatağa yatırmış ve güzel dudaklarıyla beni benden alıyordu resmen. Bir ara ben pencerenin dışında bir karaltı gördüm. Dikkatlice baktığımda, baldız bizi izliyordu. Bir elinin iki parmığı ağızında emiyor, bir eli küçük göğüslerindeydi. Küçük göğüsleri diyorum, baldızım karımdan yaşı 6-7 yaş büyüktü, ama göğüsleri ve götü oldukça küçüktü.Nişanlımın 15 dakikadır yaladığı sikim ay ışığının pencereden içeri vurmasıyla daha bir parlak ve daha iç açıcı duruyordu. Ben baldızın bizi izlediğini görünce nişanlımın ağzını resmen sikmeye başladım. Baldız da daha çok çoştu tabii. Hemen nişanlımı alta alıp, baldızı göremeyeceği şekilde yatırıp zevkten sulanan amını yalamaya başladım. Her zamankinden daha güzel ve iştahlı yalıyordum, baldız bizi izliyor diye. Uzun bir yalamadan sonra nişanlımın bacak arasında yerimi aldım ve başladım sikimi nişanlımın amına sürtmeye. Siktirmediği için hep böyle sürterek tatmin oluyorduk.
Herhalde baldızım, benim kardeşinin içine girdiğiğimi zannetti ve ağzındaki eli kayboldu, sanırım alt tarafını okşuyordu. Ben de nişanlıma değişik pozisyonlarda sürtmeye devam ettim. Arada bir sikimi baldıza doğru çevirip, elimle bir iki okşayıp tekrar nişanlıma sürtmeye devam ediyordum. En sonunda nişanlımı domaltıp, baldızın tam göreceği bir pozisyonda nişanlımın beline ve sırtına doğru oluk oluk boşaldım ve elimle baldıza gitmesini işaret ettim. Baldız başta çok şaşırdı, benim kendisini gördüğümü bilmiyordu sanırım, ama hemen gitti, çünkü nişanlım gaziantep escort 2 dakika sonra yanına yatmaya gidecekti. Ve gitti de.
Sabah kalktığımızda herşey normaldi, baldız kahvaltı hazırılıyordu. Ailecek güzel bir kahvaltı yaptık. O gün baldız bana daha çok ilgi gösteriyordu. Kaynanam, baldızım ve nişanlımın ısrarlarıyla o gece de orada kalmaya karar verdim. Akşama bacanak ta geldi, güzel bir sofra kurup içmeye başladık. Kaynanam içmezdi, sadece sohbete katılıyordu. Saat ilerleyince bacanak gitmek istedi. Ben hariç, herkes kalması için ısrar etti, ama o kalmadı ve gitti. Daha sonra muhabbet cinsel içerikli olmaya başladı, alkolün etkisiyle tabi. Kaynanam, “Siz kafayı bulmaya başladınız, bu sohbet yeter, ya kapatın ya ben gider yatarım!” dedi. Ben ve nişanlım, “Kapatalım!” dedik, ama baldız, “Ne var anne ya, Can yabancı mı? Senin oğlun sayılır!” dedi ve cinsellikten konuşmaya devam etti. Kaynanam da kızdı ve gitti yatmaya.
Kaynanam gidince, baldız daha rahat konuşmaya başladı ve sonunda konuyu insanların evlenmeden nişanlılarıyla ve sevgilileriyle ilişkiye girmesine getirdi ve nişanlıma sordu, “Ters bir olay mı?” diye. Nişanlım da, “Ben karşıyım!” dedi. Baldız ise, “Benim nişanlım benden öyle birşey istese, onu elimden kaçırmamak için yaparım!” dedi. Biz hemen ona döndük. O da, “Yoooo yooo, valla Eray’la bir şey yapmadık!” dedi. Biz çok ısrar ettik, “Hadi hadi yeme bizi, yaptın mı?” diye, ama baldız yemin ederek yapmadığını söyledi. Sonra da, “Asıl siz yapmış olmayın?” deyince, ben akşam gördüklerini anlatacak sandım, ama anlatmadı. Nişanlım hemen, “Sen beni bilirsin abla, ben öyle şeylere karşıyım!” dedi. Baldız da, “Yapsanız ne olacak ki, yakında evleneceksiniz zaten!” dedi. Sonra da, “Sizin konuşacaklarınız vardır, ben zaten kötü oldum, iyice kafam dönmeye başladı. Bu sohbetin sonu boka sarmadan gidip yatayım ben!” dedi ve gitti.
Baldız gidince, nişanlım, “Ben de çok sarhoşum, yatmaya gidiyorum!” dedi. Ama ben sevişelim diye ısrar ettim, kıramadı beni ve benim odama gidip başladık sevişmeye. İçkinin de etkisiyle nişanlım, çok sıcakladığını, pencerden gelen havanın yetmediğini ve sessiz olursam, cereyan yapsın diye odanın kapısını da açık bırakacağını söyledi. Kabul ettim, kapıyı da açıp sevişmeye devam ettik. Kapı açık olduğu için, baldız bu gece dışardan değil de kapının önünden bizi izlemeye başlamıştı bile. Ben ne türlü pozisyon olursa olsun nişanlımın yüzününü kapıya döndürmemem lazımdı. Hemen nişanlımı 69 pozisyonuna getirdim ve yalaşmaya başladık. Çok güzel yalıyordum nişanlımın amını. Baldız beni yalarken görüyor, ama benim sikimi göremiyordu.
İlk defa nişanlımın götünü de yalamaya başladım. Çok zevk aldığı belli oluyordu. Arada baldıza bakıyordum, göğüsleri fora etmiş kendini okşuyordu. Nişanlımı altıma alıp, kulak memelerini emerken, kulağına fısıldayarak götten yapmak için yalvardım. Nişanlım da, “Yalarken çok güzeldi, yine aynı zevki verirsen kabul!” dedi. Sikimi iyice tükürükle ıslatıp, nişanlımın bacaklarını omzuma aldım ve götten girmeye başladım. Amına sürterken bu kadar zevk almıyordu, inleye inleye, “Daha sert sik götümü!” diye sayıklıyordu. 15 dakika sürmeden böğüre böğüre boşaldım götünün içine. O sırada baldız kapıdan kayboldu ve herkes yatıp uyudu…
Bu olaydan kısa bir zaman sonra baldız evlendi. Onlardan 1 yıl sonra da biz evlendik. Baldızın bir çocuğu oldu. Arada bir kocasıyla bize kalmaya gelirler. Onlar geldi mi her gece içer, kafaları biraz kırar öyle yatarız. Onlar bizdeyken karımı daha sert siker uçururum. Karım da, “Ablamlar buradayken daha iştahlı oluyorsun sen, ne iş?” diye sorar hep, ben ise geçiştiririm. Ama bizim evde karımla sikişirken baldızın bizi izlediğine hiç şahit olmadım.
Birgün yine bize geldiler. O akşam yine içtik. Yalnız bir tuhaflık vardı, baldız az içiyor, ama sarhoş gibi davranıyordu, bize durmadan kadeh kaldırıyordu. Ben bu durumu farkedince ağırdan içmeye başladım. İçkiler bittiğinde, bacanak ve karım tam kelle olmuştu. Herkes odasına çekildi. Ben yine karımı altıma aldım ve sertçe sikmeye başladım. Karım sarhoş haliyle nerdeyse sikişirken altımda uyumak üzereydi. İçine boşalıp amından çıktığımda sızdı kaldı. Birkaç kere dürttüm, “Kalk bir duş al öyle yat!” diye, ama horlama sesinden başka tepki gelmeyince, ben banyoya duş almaya gittim. Bir ara banyonun kapısı hafif aralandı, biri bakıyordu, bu kesin baldızımdı. Göreceği şekilde sikimi sabunlayıp okşamaya başladım. Ama baldız umduğum gibi banyoya girmedi, kapıyı kapatıp gitti.
Duşumu alıp bornozla banyodan çıktığımda, bizim kullanmadığımız eşyaları koyduğumuz küçük odadan birtakım sesler geldiğini duydum. Başta korktum eve hırsız falan girdi diye, ama odaya gidip baktığımda, baldız yarı soyunmuş halde, eski kanepeye uzanmış kendini okşuyordu. Beni görünce hiç toparlanmadı ve “Gelmeyeceksin sandım!” dedi. Ama ben hemen üzerine atlamadım. “Ne bekliyorsun?” dedi. “Kardeşin uyuyormu bir bakayım!” dedim. “Ben baktım da geldim, uyuyor, gel artık, seni çok istiyorum!” dedi. Vakit kaybetmeden sevişmeye başladık. Baldızın küçük memeleri beni hep delirtiyordu zaten. Göğüs uçları çok güzeldi, onları doyasıya yaladım, emdim. Oradan amına indim yavaşça. Amı da güzeldi, ama doğum yaptığı için biraz deforme olmuştu. Amıyla beraber beni hep hasta eden o küçük götünü de yalıyordum. Götünün en güzel ve beni mest eden tarafı, iki yanak arası oldukça ayrıktı, tam götten sikmelikti yani.
69 olduk, şimdi baldız da benim sikimi yalıyor, “Mmmhhh, yarağını yalamayı çok hayal ettim!” diyordu. “Zevkini sür ozaman, iyi yala!” dedim. Ben baldızın götünü yalarken birşey dikkatimi çekti, göt deliği epey genişti. Baldıza, “Kaç kere siktirdin götten?” deyince, baldız, “Aslında bekarken götten sikişmeye karşıydım, ama seni kardeşimi götten sikerken görünce, her gece kocama yalvardım beni götten sikmesi için. Başta istemedi, ama ben zorla siktirdim götümü ona. Şimdi her gece götümü sikiyor, amımı ise haftada bir!” dedi.
Baldızı altıma alıp, amına daldırdım sikimi. 15 dakika amını siktikten sonra, baldız beni yatırdı ve götüne soktu sikimi. Hiç zorlanmadan alıyordu hepsini. Belli ki götten sikilme delisiydi. Arada bir sikimi götünden çıkarıp amına sokuyor, ama bir iki dakika sonra tekrar inleye inleye götüne sokuyordu. Amına soktuğu zamanlar vıcık vıcık oluyordu amı hep. Sanırım 2-3 defa boşalmıştı. Pozisyon değiştirip domalttım ve götten sikmeye devam ettim. O da boş durmuyor, 3-4 parmağını amına sokuyordu. Ben de artık boşalmak üzereydim, elini amından çıkarıp, sikimi amına sokup sikmeye başladım. Çok geçmeden ikimiz de aynı anda boşaldık. Sonra baldız banyoya gitti, ben de bornozu giyip karımın yanına gittim, yattım uyudum.
Baldız şimdi ikinci çocuğa hamile ve artık eskisi kadar sık gelmiyor. Ama gelince de götünü siktirmeden gitmiyor!

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slm  değerli  sikiş hikayesi  okurları ve sex hikayeleri  severler ben koray. Yahşi delikanlıyım nese hıkayeme geçeyim.bizim okulda cok hoslandıgım her gorusumde cıldırdıgım serpıl hoca var.manyak bişi ya tas tas 40 yas uzerı sanırsam ama süper memeler o gozler o süper kalcası en cok sevdıgım yeri.zamanla hocamın gozune daha cok gırmeye ona karsı yag cekme havasında sululuk yapmak falan devam edıyordum.bir gun hocamız alt dolaptan bişiler almak ıcın egıldı bende arkasına gectım kalkarken gotu on tarafıma degdı ve pardon dercesıne ordan gecıyormus gıbı yaptım.hafıf kızdı ama yumusak bır tebessum attı.ben yıne sık sık yakınlasmalara devam edıyordum.derken bir gun okul cıkısı evıne kadar takıp ettım ve gozlemeye gaziantep escort basladım evi 14 yaslarında bi oglu wede 6 yaslarında bi kızı wardı.kocasıda gecelerı gec gelıyormus 11 gıbı.oglu we kızı akrabalarında kalacaklarmıs ertesı aksam dınledım ve kocası 11 gıbı gelıcekmıs.Ertesı gunu Okul cıkısı takıp ede ede gıttım yıne evlerıne içerı gırdı ve 20 dakka sonra kapıyı caldım actı aman tanrım one dedım.üstunde dar bi t-shirt aldında bi kısa bol bı etek we makyajlar ojeler ayaklar falan erıdım kısacası.her zaman boledır ama o gun o sanıye bı farklı geldı nedense.Bı anda kendımı topladım ve ıcerı gırdım ne oluyo koray napıosn dıyemeden odaları gezdım kımseler yoktu we kapıyı kapatıp kıtledım.Tuttugum gıbı bunların yatak odasına goturdum bir iki tokat atmaya calıstı ama nafıle.sırt ustu yatırıp ellerını ayalarını bagladım yataga we fantezıme basladım.once o mıs dudaklarını yalıyarak emdım dudagımı ısırdı ve kanattı ama olsun dahada hosuma gıtmıstı ardından soydum bi kılotu kaldı o mıs gıbı dolgun memelerını emmeye basladım 5-6 dakka emdım artık kızgın degıl yawas yawas yumusamıstı ve gobek delıgıne yalaya yalaya geldım o puruzsuz kıllı amını sona sakladım we yanından asagı dogru bacalarınnı baldırlarını emdım we dızlerıne sonra ayaklarına ayak fetısını severım guzel ayagı warsa temız ojelı bakımlı dayanamam ve aynı tertemız mıs kokulu bakımlı ayakları emmeye yalamaya basladım kudurdu hocam anlatılmazz.sonra tekrar yukarı cıktım kulotunu cıkarıp o puruzsuz mıs kokulu amının yanlarnı yaladım emdım bacaklarını sıkıstırdıkca emıp yalıyordum ben ve hocam ınanılmaz zevk akıyordu.sonra amını yalayıp emdım emdım emdım 20 dakkka yaladım emdım hocam 5 defa bosalmıstı cok guzel bır zevk off.ve ayaklarını cozdum ellerınıde sonra agzına verdım yarragı ben bı olumsuz tepkı yapar dıye beklerken agzına aldı we süper sakso cektı manyaktı.we agzına bosaldım.sonra o tatlı memelrınn arasında gıt gel yaparak orda da bosalttı benı.ve yuz ustu yatırdım arkasına yattım yuzu koyun ve amına dogru gıt gele basladım cok zevklıydı onum her gıt gelde dolgun kalcasına vurdukca zevkın doruklarına cıkıyordum 10 dakka da bosaldım hocam ise o gun 10 dan fazla bosaldı.Artık her hafta onlara gıdıyorum rv bos oldugu zaman kayıyorum.

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Merhaba seks hikayesi okuyucuları size başımdan geçen bir hikayemi anlatacağım adım metin 24 yaşındayım kocaelidenim. Esra yası 19 aynı zamanda esra bizim komsumuz olur. esrayı okul cıkısında gormustum hakan abi deyip yanıma geldi beraber yuruyorduk bana dersi oldugunu bilgisayarımı kullanmak icin izin istedi. bende olur dedim ve aksam gelmesini soyledim. ogun bizim hanımda yoktu zaten. aksam olmustu saat sekiz bucuk gibi kapı caldı esra gelmisti uzerinde pembe bady ve altında sorrt vardı ve vicut hatları tamamen belliydi iceri girdi evde kimse olup olmadıgını sordu yok dedim o buna hic aldırmadı. zaten esra gaziantep escort atesli bir kızdı bu her halinden belliydi. bilgisayarı actttı ve internete baglandı bir yandanda bana bakıyordu bende onun bacaklarına bakıyordum o bunu farketti ve bir porno sitesi actı. sasırmamıstım cunku ondan beklenirdi.. bana donup hakan abi erkeklerin organını cok merak ediyorum dedi eger sen ban gösterirsen bende sana gösteririm dedi bende okadar istersen gel kendin bak dedim yanıma oturdu fermuarımı indirdi ve zaten kelmıs olan yarragımı eline aldı ve oksamaya basladı opebilirmiyim dedi bende bana sorma ne istersen yap dedim basladı opmeye dilinle yalamaya kafasını bastırdım agzına almasını soyledim ısırıyordu ama güzel yapıyordu ımmmmmmmmmm diye sesler cıkarıyordu. ve ona sıra sende dedim oda hemen short unu cıkartıp yere uzandı bir eliylede amını parmaklıyordu oohhhhh yeni tıras etmisti cok güzel pespembeydi ona daha once ilişkiye girip girmedigini sordum girmedim dedi. ve dilimle sikmeye basladım dilim deydikce cıglıklar atıyordu basımı tutup bastırıyordu. artık cok azmıstım ve yarragı amına surtmeye basladım ohhh okadar sıcak tıki altımda titriyordu sok askım diyordu yavasca kafasını soktum acıyor dedi cıkarttım ve tekrar soktum aynı sekilde on onbes defa yaptıktan sonra artık alısmıstı ve zevk alıyordu aaaahhhhhh daha hızlı bebegim diyordu onu kanepeye oturtup bacaklarını omzuma aldım yarragı yerlestirdim ve deli gibi sikmeeeeye basladım esrada cıldırcak gibiydi tırnaklarını kanepeye geciriyordu ohhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh hadi bebegim hadi daha hızlı diyordu bir kac dakika daha esrayı düzdükten sonra yarragımı agzına soktum ve agzından sikmeye basladım agzının kenarından sular akıyordu ve bütün spermlerimi agzına bosalttım ama daha hepsini cıkardı. cok yorulmustuk halıda esranın bekaretinin izleri duruyordu ama bu seks herseye degerdi bana tekrar olucakmı dedi gizlikalcaksa sorun yok dedim….

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Chapter 3 The Getaway

We feel more comfortable including Scott in our activities now. Dave and I are both amazed at how much Tom and Sharon enjoy “hanging out” at our place. They say it is more cozy, which Dave and I take to mean small and cluttered, but we enjoy their company. When they started coming over Dave made the mistake of taking Tom on a tour of the house. We had just bought it a couple years ago and we were slowly fixing it up the way we wanted.

One Friday I came home from work and there was a congestion of construction trucks in front of my house. All of them had the logo “Kelly Homes”. I was standing looking at all these trucks when this guy came up and asked, “Are you Mrs. Davy?” I said, “Yes” and he just turned and walked back yelling, “This is the place.” Yes that does make my husband’s name David Davy which is why we don’t mention it much.

I was shaking my head when Tom pulled up. I told him, “You know Dave is going to have a fit.”

Every time you try to stop Tom his response is always the same, “What is money for if you can’t spend it on the ones you love?” He said, “You and Dave have given Sharon and I so much, it’s just our way of saying thank you.”

I had to laugh and said, “A card would have been nice, not a $30,000 renovation.”

The guys had already started working when Dave got home. I met him at the door and he just shook his head and said, “I said the wrong thing again didn’t I?” I just nodded. We have learned to be careful what we “mention” around Tom. It has a way of happening. That’s anything from sex to, well, a $30,000 renovation.

Tom came up to join us and handed Dave a beer from the fridge. We told Tom and Sharon to make them selves at home, our house was their house and they took us literally. It was like we all had two houses, one for fucking and one for hanging out. Tom said, “Looks like the men will be here most of the weekend so I guess you’re stuck at our house this weekend.”

Scott heard that and jumped up and yelled, “All right!” and went running to pack a bag. Grandma was busy this weekend so she couldn’t pick him up this week. Dave and I just shrugged our shoulders and started packing also.

As we headed to the bedroom Tom yells, “You’re going to love it when you get back.”

We followed Tom back to his place and went in the back. Sharon was waiting for us on the patio outside the kitchen. When she saw us she waved and said, “I’m glad you’re here. Tom said you were coming for the weekend.”

We each kissed her hello and I asked, “Did he tell you why?”

She looked like she was trying to remember something and said, “Something about some remodeling you were doing.”

Kind of huffy Dave said, “That’s an understatement.”

She laughed and asked, “Tom get carried away again?” Then she saw Scott and yelled, “Hi Scott. I’m glad you came, now we don’t have to pick you up tomorrow.”

I grabbed her arm and asked, “What’s tomorrow?”

Waving her hands she said, “Oh, it’s just some surprise Tom has for Scott.” Then she looked at me and said, “You know I can’t tell you, Tom likes to do that.” In other words don’t ask.

Tom came up beaming as he always does when he has something up his sleeve. He grabbed Scott’s bag and said, “Let me show you to your room, I mean the guest room.” Dave and I both said “TOM?”

He turned slowly and said, “I converted one of the guest rooms to a kids room,” then quickly added, “You never know when we might have kids stay over. You have to be prepared.”

Dave asked, “And what about the work on our house?” Tom thought for a moment the said, ‘We just finished a big job and the next one won’t start till next Friday. The guys needed the money.” Then he stood proudly and stated, “Your house is helping 30 workers put food on the table for their families, you can’t say no to that, can you?”

Tom has his own logic and there is no sense arguing with him. The way he presents it, you can’t find anything to disagree with. Sharon said, “I’ll take you up to your room.

On the way I asked her, ‘Doesn’t Tom have an off button?”

She laughed and said, “unfortunately not. I gave up. There were so many years we did with out and now he’s trying to make it up and I don’t think he will ever believe he’s done that, and you know what he always says…..in unison we all say, “What is money for if you can’t spend it on the ones you love?”

We go into our “guest room” it feels so weird to be staying at Tom and Sharon’s and not be sleeping in the big big bed with them. This is just the first of many times when we bring Scott for the weekend. Once we were in the room we could give Sharon a proper hello kiss. While one of us was kissing the other was feeling her up and she returned it to both of us.

We went down to Scott’s room and there was a 27″ TV with a play station, a DVD/VHS combo unit. There was a basket ball hoop over the door. It was completely done up. Scott is the son he didn’t have time for and now probably never will. Ankara bayan escort If there was a fridge he could move in.

We had a great day just kicking back at their house for a change. When Scott finally came out of his room he went swimming and we had a cookout by the pool. We finally convinced Tom that a cookout was burgers and hot dogs and not T-bones. That night we hung out in the bar playing pool and darts with Scott. Finally Scott went to bed and once he’s out he is out. So it was adult time to play but we still kept it low key. Tom and I sat on one couch and were making out while Sharon and Dave were on the other couch. Sharon and I were able to get the guys off with blowjobs, but it felt so strange going up to our separate rooms; but we both fucked our own husbands before going to sleep.

Next morning we had to remember not to go to the kitchen naked. After breakfast Tom gave Scott his big surprise. He was taking us all to the country club so Scott could use the riding stables, at least we thought that was the surprise. We drove to the club in Tom’s Landrover and hit the stables first. We got Scott all set up. They go out in teams so he would have someone with him and wouldn’t be back for much of the day. They go out and have a picnic lunch and it is all a big deal. Scott was very excited.

Once he was on his way we went up to the club to get something to eat and over lunch Tom told what the big surprise really was. He didn’t want to say anything till he saw how Scott liked it. He got Scott a membership to the club so he can use the stables anytime he wanted, remember the horse we thought we talked him out of. Now he didn’t want Scott to be dependant on him or have to come by himself so guess who are the two newest members of the best country club in town. Sharon was so excited that we had this to share. She started, ‘and we can come an “do” lunch and just have a girls day together.”

Tom looked at Dave and said, “I guess you’ll have to learn golf now.”

After lunch they showed us around the club and grounds and all the things that were available. You would be surprised how many hidden places there are in the club and on the grounds that a person could engage in sexual activity, if they were so inclined, which we were. Tom and Sharon seemed to know each and every one of them. I think they have been using them themselves and now were delighted to point them out to us and of course we had to explore each and every one. One time it would be Tom and I taking advantage while Dave and Sharon would keep watch then next time it would be the other way around. One time way out on what I think they call the back 9 or something like that there is a densely wooded area. Tom and Sharon and I went into the woods and stripped naked. Tom was fucking Sharon while she went down on me. After he had emptied into her he got dressed and went and sent Dave back. Dave could not believe he found two naked women in the woods. He then fucked me while I went down on Sharon’s freshly fucked pussy. By the time we got back to the stables to wait for Scott all of us had been fucked or sucked three or four times. I think I’m going to like this club. Scott’s team came back and the guide helped him off the horse and he came running over grinning from ear to ear, and said, “That was great mom can we come out here again sometime.”

I gave him a big hug and a kiss and turned him around to face Tom and said, “You’ll have to ask Tom.” I knew Tom wanted to tell him.

Tom got down to his level and said, “You and your mom and dad are members here now. You can come here any time you want.”

Scott looked up at me and said, “really mom?”

I said, “yes dear. You should thank Tom he arranged it all.”

Tom was still down on one knee and Scott ran over threw his arms around Tom and said, “Thank you Uncle Tom.” Where the hell did that come from? I guess he didn’t feel right calling him Tom and Mr. Kelly didn’t fit either so he came up with that all on his own. So from then on it was Uncle Tom and Aunt Sharon and Tom was thrilled.

We went up to the club for diner before heading home. Scott could not believe all the food on the menu, it was 15 pages. He still ordered a hamburger and fries. That blew Tom away. He said, “We have got to teach this kid to appreciate good food.”

Dave and I looked at each other and laughed then told Tom, “Lot’s of luck.” We finished diner and went back to the house. Uncle Tom spent the rest of the night with his “new” best friend. I think Dave was jealous about being replaced as Tom’s best friend. He doesn’t get jealous that his wife is fucking his best friend and his best friend’s wife, but he gets jealous over his son and his best friend. Who can figure men.

Uncle Tom and Scott played games on the play station, and played pool and darts. The three of us could be fucking our brains out in the corner and they wouldn’t have even noticed. The three of us did curl up on the couch in the bar and put on a DVD. Escort bayan Ankara Dave was laid back against the arm, I was laying on his chest between his legs and Sharon was laying with her head in my lap between my legs and her legs over the other arm. Tom joined us about 9pm. He said that Scott fell asleep with the controller in his hand so he put him to bed. He sat on the floor in front of us to watch the rest of the movie.

About 10:30 Dave said, “I think it is about time we head up stairs for some “at home sex””

Tom and Sharon both turned and asked, “What is at home sex?”

Dave and I laughed and I explained, “That’s when it is just Dave and me at home. We started calling it that since we met you two. Giving it a name makes it something special, makes it exciting. The same sex we have had for 10 years before we met you is now different because it is now not the only sex we have.”

Tom pulls Sharon’s head to him to kiss her and says, “How about some at home sex?”

Tom stands up and reaches down to help Sharon up then me. As he pulls me up he pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply. Dave gets up and as Tom puts his arm around me to led me up the stairs he puts his arm around Sharon and we all head up stairs kissing and groping. We stand in the hall and Dave has his hand under Sharon’s skirt playing with her pussy and kissing her. Tom does the same to me and then we go to our respective rooms for some much needed at home sex. Dave and I look in on Scott on the way and he is out cold, but he had a big day.

Sunday morning Sharon and I are sitting in the kitchen wearing just our robes drinking our coffee. She pulls me to her and kisses me saying, “I miss waking up with you.”

I kiss her back and say, “so do I” as we kiss both of us reach into the other’s robe and massage our tits. We hear Scott coming and break the kiss and fix our robes, I wink at Sharon and said, “We have all day to finish this.” Scott comes in all excited. He is telling us all the things he did on his ride yesterday and all the things he wants to do today. Tom is taking him back to the club and while Scott is riding he is going to teach Dave the finer points of golf. This is the first time in a while that Sharon and I will have some time for just the two us. She had asked if I wanted to go to the club for brunch and I told her that I would rather eat in.

She just smiled and answered, “Sounds great to me.”

The guys came in all dressed to go play. Tom was dragging his clubs. Sharon asked if they wanted any breakfast and Scott was jumping up and down asking, “Can we go now?”

Tom laughed and said, “We’ll get something at the club.” Then he told Scoot, “Ok we can go now, go get in the car and we’ll be right there.” Scott jumped up and was out in a shot. Tom kissed Sharon and told her he would call.

Dave kissed me and said, “Wish me luck.”

Then Tom came over to me and shoved his hand through my robe grabbing my pussy. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply and said, “Don’t eat all of her save some for me.” I looked over and Dave was kissing Sharon. Her robe was totally open, he had her bent backwards with his hand in her pussy, her tits were exposed and he was kissing her very deeply.

They went out the back and headed for the garage. Sharon and I watched from the kitchen window. When we saw the guys back out and pull out the driveway, Sharon and I both dropped our robes. She was standing by the sink and was running her hand along the edge of the counter. Without looking back she said, “This is where you first went down on me.”

I stepped up behind her bringing my naked body to hers, I reached around her and cupped her tits in my hands and said, “We were both so scared.”

She tilted her head back to me and said, “It seems like a lifetime ago.”

I kissed her neck and asked, “Do you have any regrets?”

She spun in my arms and said, ‘God No, Never. Do You?”

I took her face in my hands and lovingly said, ‘I could never have any regrets about making love to you.” She pulled my face to hers and kissed me as passionately if not more than she did that first time.

Next thing I knew we were on the floor going after each other’s pussys with all the need and urgency of that first day. After we both exploded I don’t know how many times Sharon collapsed on top of me. She rolled off then came up to lie next to me. We were laying on our sides facing each other. She stroked my cheek and very gently kissed me then said, “God, did I need that!”

I put my arms around her and pulled her close and kissed her then whispered in her ear, “You’re not the only one.” We lay there hugging till we were able to walk. We put our robes over our arms and got some fresh coffee and headed downstairs. We went out the glass door to the hot tub. We spent the rest of the day naked in the tub, laughing and joking, teasing and pleasing and just totally enjoying each other.

About 4:30 the phone rang, it was Bayan escort Ankara Tom. He said that they were leaving in about half an hour and for us to meet them at our house. One last long passionate kiss in the tub and we got dressed. I got all ours and Scott’ clothes together and we headed down to our car. We pulled up to our house and parked right behind Tom’s car. They had gotten there only moments before us. Tom got out and said, “They said it was ready. Let’s see what it looks like.”

I don’t know what I was expecting but was surprised to look and see that it still looked like our house. I don’t know maybe I had thought they ripped it all down and built a whole new one, but I was relieved to see it still looking like our house. The changes came on the inside. We were standing at the door and Tom stopped and before opening the door said, “I made a couple up grades I hope you don’t mind.” He let us in and that’s when we started seeing what was done, all new carpet through out (up graded), all new tile floors in the kitchen and baths (all up graded), new kitchen cabinets. The home office was completely reworked. So far not too bad, except we were looking forward to doing it ourselves.

Then we opened the back door. Dave’s work shop was built on the right side of the back patio like we were going to do but there were some new tools that Dave didn’t have before. On the left where we were going to put one of those portable hot tubs, the $2,000 round padded ones, it was upgraded to hold 8 people in the tub and 8 on bar stools in the gazebo. We could have tag team fucking in the tub, 8 in the tub and 8 on deck waiting. If all this wasn’t enough we heard Scott yell, “Where did that come from?” There was a 15′ trampoline buried in the ground with the safety guard. Scott was already running out taking his shoes off and Tom was pulling his off as well and headed out right after him. We all stood there shaking our heads and laughing.

Dave said, “What the hell, if you can’t stop him might as well join him.” And he pulled his shoes off as well. Sharon and I were both thinking that if Scott weren’t around we would make great use of this, but since we were both wearing skirts, which we almost always do now, we declined to join them, much to the guys disappointment. Scott is too young to see his mother and Aunt Sharon bouncing around with their skirts flying.

Sharon and I sat at the patio table, which was also new, and soon the “old” guys had enough and joined us. We were sitting there talking and watching Scott when I mentioned that there was a three day weekend coming up and that Dave and I were both off and asked if Tom thought he could get away. He said he would make a few calls and arrange it. So now we were looking at out first trip together.

Friday afternoon and I went to Tom and Sharon’s house. I pack our bags the night before. We were all excited about getting away together even though we are always alone at Kelly’s Bar and never have to get dressed till it is time to go home. There is just something about getting away. We were all loaded waiting for Dave to get there. Since we only had three days we could not go to any of the far away places we talked about that night in the bar. We were going to a cozy bed and breakfast in the mountains. The air is clean and the view is spectacular but there was one draw back, the rooms were very small and only had one double bed so we had to get two rooms. We figured we could still make the best of it. Dave got there and we were soon on our way.

We were laughing and playing and “playing.” When I got a crazy idea. I told the rest of them, “Since we had to get two rooms any way I was thinking that maybe we should just stick to one on one sex this weekend.” They all looked at me like I was crazy. This was our first weekend away as a “group”.

Dave questioned me, “We finally get away all together and now you want at home sex?”

I laughed and said, “I didn’t say at home sex. I said one on one sex. Tom and I will check in as Mr. and Mrs. Kelly which means that you two are the Davy’s.

We are just two “normal” couples vacationing together. We’ll still be together a lot like other couples it’s just the sex will be with our new husbands. Sharon was the first to say, “this could be fun” I knew she would jump at it. The guys, like most guys, were looking forward to the group thing but they did finally have to say it could be fun to play the part. Sharon and I even changed our rings to make it look right. We got there and the Kelly’s and the Davy’s checked in and were shown to their rooms. The rooms weren’t even close to each other so we were alone with our new spouses. It was only about 9:00p.m. and before we left the Davy’s we agreed to meet for drinks in about an hour. You can do a lot in an hour.

Sharon and I had very similar personalities, that’s why we hit it off so well. Since we have been together we almost mirror each other so I know that what is happening in their room in about the same as in our room. As soon as we closed the door Tom came up behind me and unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I was already unbuttoning my blouse so it too soon hit the floor and I was standing there naked. Tom came up behind me and put his arms around me and asked, “So, Mrs. Kelly, do I have you for the entire weekend?”

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This is a continuation of the orgy and hyper rave party taking place in Surrey at Anika’s home. Special thanks to Annette, Amanda, Ted, Gisele, and Sandra for providing the inspiration for this story.

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Annette and Anika passed Brad, Gisele and Penelope on the hill as they descended down to the limo. As they did, Annette caught Gisele’s eye and told her beautiful Brazilian friend to, “find Sandra and Shelby and meet us down at the car for some fun!” Gisele didn’t bother asking what it was that Annette was up to; she knew it involved some sort of naughty naked skullduggery of the most mischievous sort.

Ted and Fabio again stood in front of the limo, quietly enjoying another cigarette; the can of Cab-Fresh and the cleaning rag on the ground next to them, waiting to be called into action. Annette and Anika approached, arm in arm and bid the two gentleman a pleasant evening. Teddy was one step ahead and hurried to open the door for them.

He closed the door behind the two gorgeous women and then joined Fabio up at the front of the car. The cheerful Brazilian passed Ted back his cigarette that he’d been holding for him and the two men stared up the hill at the house. Ted took a pull of his smoke.

“Three… Two…One…,” he said exhaling a tobacco cloud through his nostrils. The car began to rock. Fabio began to smirk. Ted began to shake his head. It was just as they’d expected… well for the time being!

Inside the limousine, Annette and Anika sat with their bare bums against opposite passenger doors, their hands against the ceiling fabric. Both were exerting themselves; huffing and puffing with great effort, although probably not the effort one would have expected by now. Annette looked across the rear of the car to Anika with a mischievous grin.

“Come on girl!” she coached her as she rocked her side of the car like a seesaw, “Rock this thing! Just like that…and remember what I told you… you cannot move until I’m in position behind them!”

“You got it girl!” replied Anika who rocked on her side with greater force. This was going to be absolutely wicked fun!

Under her breath Annette looked at her friend and bid her, One… Two…Three … NOW, with soft hushed lips that dripped of conspiracy, (something she had a bit of a talent for if you haven’t already surmised). Both she and Anika moaned as if the salmon in at the buffet had been sort of “off” and they were feeling the ill effects of it. They rocked harder. They both screamed as though they’d stepped on hot coals! Anika let loose a shriek and a yell like a wounded horse and Annette let loose an, “OH YES ANNI LIKE THAT GIRL… DO IT JUST LIKE THAT! OH SHIT … AAAGGGHHH!”

Ted spun around and looked at his watch saying, “Well that was quick!”

“Some ladies don’t have much of a warm-up time; especially those that know what they are about and have certain tastes and appetites already…well established. No? Those two look like they are pretty comfortable with things my friend,” observed Fabio. Ted nodded in agreement; he’d seen everything tonight…in his estimation anyhow. He was however perhaps a bit premature with that assessment!

Inside the limo Annette continued to shriek and wail and rock the limo. She nodded her head to Anika who on queue slammed her fist down on the bar console as hard as she could; creating a loud WHUMP sound that made the two men outside turn around again. Anika immediately tumbled onto the carpeted floor of the limo with another audible WHUMP that shook the car before she opened the door to the bar carefully and arranged herself in a dramatic pose on the floor like she was ready for a chalk outline prior to the most scandalous of police investigations. Annette put her lips to the slightly open window and let out a blood curdling,

“EEEEEYYYAAAAAGGHHH!! TEDDDD!!”

Ted and Fabio made a dash for the car door. Annette popped the door open just as they reached it. A look of horror was etched on her face! She was good.

“SHE FELL AND HIT HER HEAD ON THE BAR!” Annette screamed spilling from the car and looking like she was in a fit of panic. Ted and Fabio stepped to the entrance and saw the twisted form of Anika lying next to the half open bar console, not moving and not breathing; her eyes half open. Annette’s panic was now contagious as both drivers were certain that if she was not dead, Anika was most certainly in a grave state of affairs.

The two men both started to move as one into the compartment to render aid; only to have Anika fly up from the floor a split second later and seize them by their lapels with the swiftness of a jungle cat! Annette gave the off-balanced men a kick in the ass each and the two drivers fell forward onto the limousine floor; and Anika who was like a spider who’d caught two flies! Annette stepped into the car with a naughty grin etched across her face. Kurtköy Escort She closed and locked the door behind her.

Annette was crafty and clever. It could not be said of her that she was a naughty bad girl… she was overqualified for that position. Crafty and clever suited her simply fine and at the moment, the fruits of her labors were self-evident in no time at all. There on the carpeted floor of the luxury car, amid the heaps of spent clothing and shoes from the two limo drivers; Annette and Anika frolicked with Ted and Fabio.

They made quite a sight indeed; what with Annette lying on her back, all legs up and knee’s wide apart as the Brazilian Fabio sawed in and out of her pussy atop her like a wheezing bucking steam engine. A short distance away Ted was flat upon his back and without a stitch of clothing on as Anika settled her pussy down upon his monster rod of veiny penetration; the size of which had been a shock for both ladies at first glance.

Anika was not deterred however and she had without hesitation, climbed atop Ted, straddled his trouser snake, and bit her lip as she commenced to slide down upon it. Annette and Fabio actually stopped their shagging long enough to watch the spectacle of Ted holding Anika’s hips steady as the blonde Scandinavian bombshell with her piercing blue eyes attempted to impale herself upon what amounted to a highway cone of flesh attached to a pair of meatballs. Anika may have been intimidated at first by the sheer size of it all but this descendant of Viking raiders would not be thwarted by Ted’s large crotch Kraaken… nor that of any mortal man. The voracious Valkyrie merely huffed out all the air in her lungs as she bit her lip harder, wrinkled that flawless Danish nose or hers, and sank down onto Ted’s “love lance” until he’d impaled her balls deep!

Anika’s head flung back and her mouth opened to suck seemingly all the air in the car into them. She was thoroughly and delightfully impaled with the tip of Ted’s cock most likely somewhere up behind her left kidney; scratching the woman’s shoulder from the inside! A second later she released all her air again as the blonde beauty found her voice and shrieked,

“EEEEEYYYAAAGGGGHH OHHH HO HO HO …AGHHH ITS SO GOOOD!” She was met by a thunderous appreciative applause from Annette and Fabio (who knew a good show when they saw it) and by the smiling face of Ted, who merely held the woman steady until she was able to calm herself down. She’d asked for black cock… now she had it; splitting her all the way up inside her and she was loving it! She calmed and caught her breath. Teddy’s hands found her rump cheeks and he judged the time was right. He began to fuck her.

Over the course of the next several minutes, the mouths of Anika and Annette were veritable fonts of profanity; the two women cursing and wailing as they were furiously plowed by black and Brazilian cock. Both ladies at some point found themselves on all-fours with their lovely bums high and their heads down; the two men pummeling their puss-holes from behind (and living up to their reputations as “drivers”). Both Ted and Fabio engaged the women in a vigorous “hands-upon-hips” doggy-style fuck where the men were clearly now in control of their shrieking moaning mounts. If the limo had shaken before; it now was a veritable four-wheeled-bouncy-castle; the way it thrashed, rocked, and swayed!

A minute or two passed and then Ted and Fabio switched-out women. Now it was Annette’s turn to feel the STRRREEETCH as the tip of Ted’s black telephone-pole was applied to the mouth of her sex. Her eyes went wide as saucers and her bottom jaw hit the floor. Her lungs let go with a howl of EEEEYYYAAGGHHH OOOHHHHH E-YYYESSSS! Sweat dripped from her chin and nipples onto the carpet, her toes clenched and unclenched; she was impaled!

Next to her Anika was being vigorously hammered by the ever-smiling Fabio, who plied the Scandanavian beauty’s puss-petal’s with his veiny piece of Amazonian lad-lumber. Anika wailed and shrieked as though her heart were breaking but it was all joy; supreme blissful joy that her heart was welling over with! She reached over next to her and grasped Annette’s hand in hers; offering her raven haired girlfriend moral support as she knew all too well what her skinny bestie was going-through!

“Yeah Annette girl!” Anika coached, “Take it… EVERY LAST MILLIMETER! You can do it girl!”

“OHH GAWD ANNIE!” Annette blubbered and howled, “HE’S SO FUCKING HUGE … UGGHH! I love it! I love it! I love it! I never want it to stop! AAGGHHHH!”

And it didn’t stop…no not by a longshot! There was however, a few pauses and change-ups as it were; as Annette and Anika sixty-nined and munched clits while the two men rutted and rammed their pussies with reckless abandon! A few minutes more Kurtköy Escort Bayan of this and the men once again swapped-out women; with Ted now taking up a position behind Anika, and Fabio plunging his dong deep into Annette; the difference now being that it was the women’s pretty pink ass-puckers that were being split and sheared by the two veiny cocks!

“AAAAGGGHHH OH MY… EEEYYAAAGGHH!” screamed Anika as Ted’s cock split her up her bum-hole; his hands gripping the blonde woman’s heart-shaped bum as his member pierced her flesh valentine like a black throbbing Cupid’s arrow.

“HHAAARRHHH OOOHHH YESSSS FABIO FUCK MEEEE!” shrieked Annette beneath Anika on the floor as the Brazilian woodsman sawed his cock in and out of her colon with what would best be described as stiff determination!

The four bodies now slippery with hot sweat thrashed and bucked; completely caught-up in the moment of this wildly hedonistic encounter. The car itself swayed and rocked as the screams shrieks and moans spilled from the slightly open windows. Ted was keeping with his promise to Tony; he was staying with the car. In that regard he remained an immovable oak!

After a couple more minutes of this bestial bum-rutting and the revelers switched-out again; opting for still MORE bum-rutting. Now however; Anika writhed beneath Annette (who guided Fabio’s cock into her Scandinavian girlfriend’s battered rectum). A second later and Annette screamed and howled as Ted (solid oak that he was), sank his swollen tree-root into the pretty brunette’s dung-chute up to the hilt.

“AAAAAAGGGHHH ANNI!” Annette sobbed in-between sloppy munches of Anika’s pulsing pink hood, “IT’S LIKE HE’S FLIPPING MY INSIDES!… OHHHH AAAAGGHHH! I’M SOOOO CLO-O-O-SE!”

“I AM TOO GIRL! EEEEYYAAHHHHH” Anika wailed back at her friend as the two women diddled and munched the twat and clit in front of their faces while thick angry dicks split their guts.

It didn’t take long now. The men were ferociously churning the female entrails that encased their dicks. The women greedily sucked and gobbled one another’s fleshy-hooded quim beans as their long fingers poked and prodded expertly at the puss-hole of the other ass-fucked cum-slut. It all lasted about another two minutes or so, then…

HEEEEEYAAAGGHHH OH ANNIEEEEE! I’m CUMMMING AAAGGHH! Annette wailed desperately; her own fingers now fisting sawing, in and out of the blonde’s puss-hole as if she was trying to set it on fire with fevered friction! She splattered Anika’s hand and face in a hot downpour of briny puss piddle. A split second later and Anika released a piping hot geyser of her own girlie-gasmic juices straight up into Annette’s faces as the tortured torsos of the two women bucked and thrashed.

Not to be outdone, Ted and Fabio’s faces became triumphant masks of sexual rage; carnal snarls that signaled colossal explosions occurring deep down in their testicles. Fabio shook his head from side to side, his normal genial smile replaced by blissful agony as his cock sent jet after hot jet of jungle jism straight up into Anika’s pretty poo-pucker. Just a split second later, Ted roared and pulled Annette’s rump down upon his rectum wrecker of a cock as he came hard, sending a hot blast of salty man-butter up into her still-quaking pink ass-tunnel.

Annette and Ted rolled one way as Fabio and Anika rolled another onto the carpeted floor of the limousine. The couples spooned in two heaps of cuddling sweaty steaming post-orgasmic flesh, the only sound being that of everyone’s lungs trying to claw oxygen out of the very air around them after having exerted themselves so rigorously.

Soon the panting gave way to giggles which were apparently contagious; as soon everyone’s pheromones and endorphins (combined with the post climactic release of tension) served to tickle everyone’s funny bones in just the right way. The giggles became chuckles. Then someone asked what had been so funny. A voice replied with a joke that has been lost in the annals of time but there was an uproarious explosion of laughter that resulted from all four parties, that was only interrupted by a rap on the limousine window.

Annette popped open the door. Three smiling pretty heads peered into the car; those belonging to none-other than the pretty pair of Brazilian bombshells, Gisele and Sandra; as well as that of the ever-mischievous Shelby. The three had come down to the car just as Annette had requested. They were up to no good and they expected to find as much within the car; by the looks of everything they were not disappointed.

Annette explained to them that she had two hungry bored limousine drivers who needed food, frolicking, and further fucking. Anika interrupted by informing the girls that ALL of these activities were to be found up the hill at her house. Escort Kadıköy The three pretty heads nodded.

Ted remembered the words of his mate Tony in the back of his mind and protested vehemently. He was after all…an oak as you may remember. Shelby, Gisele, and Sandra were keen to display their forestry skills however; springing their naked forms through the door, uprooting the oak, and pulling him out of the car before taking him up the hill, (with Shelby and Sandra pulling him by each arm). Fabio was far more compliant, having decided to go quietly with Gisele riding him piggyback.

Before Annette allowed them to leave she made a slight wardrobe adjustment for the two chauffeurs. They were not allowed to retrieve their clothes but Ms. Bishop did have them both wear their driver’s caps – and their black bowties! The two drivers looked quite dapper she thought; in a Chippendales meets nudist colony sort of fashion. She and Anika laughed the whole way up the hill, following close behind them and slapping Ted in the bum for sake of their own amusements.

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Inside up at the bar fifteen minutes later Reggie met with Anika. There was a brief conspiratorial conversation. She looked over at Prue and Amanda sipping their drinks at the bar and said to him running a hand down the television producer’s red chest hairs,

“Thirty minutes then?” She kissed him and nibbled his lip.

“I’ll have them both upstairs at your bedroom,” he replied.

“Good,” she said, “I’ll round up the others.” She turned and left for the dance floor.

Out on the floor Anika found Annette. She was dancing with Dexter in her usual fashion; not much dancing – just a lewd shuffle with the ever smiling West Indian’s cock up her pussy, grinding her from behind and cupping her teats. Anika told them of her plans. She was met immediately by a pair of nodding heads.

Anika then scanned the crowd for Ted. He was there alright but not exactly in plain sight anymore; almost like he’d evaporated. One minute he and Fabio had been dancing next to Annette and Dexter with Shelby, Sandra, and Gisele; the next minute he and Fabio were gone, (apparently taking Shelby and the two lovely Brazilians with them). Anika glanced all around in the crush of bodies but saw him nowhere. A second later however Annette pointed to the rim of the pit.

“There they are!” she laughed and clapped her hands. She was happy to see the two drivers were like two ducks who’d taken to the water of a pond instantly.

Up on the rim of the pit in between the heaving bodies, stood a broadly smiling Ted and Fabio; resplendent in their driver’s caps and bowties, and dirty-dancing with Sandra and Gisele. Shelby, perky little puckish pixie that she was; danced in between the two naughty couples (who like Annette and Dex were executing more of a shuffling standing fuck than real dancing). Their appearance over the boiling cauldron of fornicating bodies and frantically undulating ravers gave them the appearance of two South-sea island witch doctors presiding over some great fertility rite; in which there were hundreds of devoted participants!

“Shall I try to retrieve them for you?” Annette asked her blonde BFF hostess.

“No,” said Anika being thoughtful, “let them party out here on the floor. This thing in my bedroom will be like a meal with many courses. It will take time to round up everyone anyhow.” She shot her arm out into the crush of partiers and pulled in Brad in for a dance, (who was now wearing not only his boots but also a toy pistol belt and a little red cowboy hat that the mercilessly mischievous Annette was forcing him to wear after she’d snatched them off from one of the bartenders).

“Besides,” Anika continued, “I have an appetizer right here for the first course. I like the boots pistols and the hat by the way… nice touch girl!”

“I missed my calling as a decorator or a clothing designer!” Annette observed in between heartfelt grunts as Dexter’s cock slewed in and out of her juicy quim from behind!

For his part, Brad felt absolutely ridiculous and absurd. He was grateful however that there were no tricycles anywhere to be found or he was certain Annette would have him ride that around as well. Well, he couldn’t complain. He’d just finished dancing with the two buxom buck-naked blonde Russian harlots who found his cowboy outfit a complete turn-on!

They’d approached him earlier and immediately wrangled the faux cowpoke into dancing. He knew the “code of the West” forced him to oblige; especially when the two drop dead gorgeous St. Petersburg sluts-for-hire turned around and twitched their bums at him. There before his very eyes; he saw two lovely silver fox-tail butt-plugs that matched the women’s furry raver boots.

The Russian beauties batted their blue-green eyes at him and displayed a special trick; flicking their tails back and forth with a shake of their asses as though they were anatomically attached! He accepted the dance in the spirit of East-West relations and his enthusiasm for animal husbandry. Once the dance was over, the two “Silver Foxes” secured a promise from Brad that he’d meet them later-on before they skittered off into the crushing tide of ravers.

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The fact that Bethany wanted a lap dance from a woman was much less surprising than her boyfriend, Eric, not wanting to take her to a strip club for it. Disappointed by this turn of events Bethany called me and complained about Eric’s unwillingness to give her the birthday present she wanted. I was most surprised at Eric’s reason for his refusal: he had just quit smoking and didn’t want to be dragged back into the “torturous tentacles of tobacco’s trap” as he put it. Sensing an opportunity I immediately volunteered to escort Bethany to the local gentlemen’s club and give her the birthday present of a lifetime. Overhearing our conversation Penny, my wife, demanded to know what I was up to. After explaining Bethany’s dilemma, Penny smiled and invited herself along. So much the better; now I would have two women to accompany me.

Penny is a petite blond with a confident and highly charged sex drive. Bethany, though she had been a friend for over five years, was a bit of a mystery to me. We had become acquainted at an old employer where neither of us now worked, and since we shared common interests we had often spent time with each other, singly and as couples. She and Eric had been together over ten years and neither had ever mentioned wanting to get married. They were an odd match to say the least, he was short, dark and hirsute to the point of furriness; she was tall and commanding, over six feet without shoes and simply looked strong and powerful without a need to prove it. Though I had been certain she was straight as an arrow while also open-minded, I never would have guessed her as bi or even remotely interested in women.

Penny and I picked up Bethany at her apartment. Normally we would rush in and visit a few minutes, but tonight she was excited at our promised adventure and she was waiting at the door for our arrival. Her boyfriend was no where to be seen and we figured he had found other amusements for the evening. The drive to the strip club was filled with nervous excitement. At the door we were carefully ID’ed by the bouncer and then waved inside. He did give us a lingering look, but only for a moment. A man accompanied by two attractive women into a strip club was certainly unusual, but not something the bouncer hadn’t already seen.

We went to the bar and ordered our drinks, then retired to one of the small tables far away from the crowds of drunken frat boys as well as the strange loners at the other end of the spectrum. My wife and friend watched the rotating staff of strippers on the stage for a good half hour before they finally settled on the right woman to give Bethany her lap dance. With a proffered twenty I called to our table after she finished her stage show and inquired at the price of a private lap dance. She took my money and then demanded double the same amount which I happily offered. I asked her name.

“Gia,” she answered. It was obviously a stage name. “Come back to the private room,” she told me leading me by the hand.

“No, no,” I said. “The dance is for Bethany,” I indicated by female guest. “We’re just here to watch.”

Gia hesitated for a second, then shrugged her shoulders and said okay. I admired the swaying of Gia’s rounded buttocks. On the floor and off the stage she was much shorter than our initial impression. She was practically petite. Like most of the other dancers she had larger than average tits, but not obscenely huge. Her blond hair was obviously dyed, but her skin tones indicated she was more of a light brown than a woman with black hair. It was obvious form her stage show she had shaved all her pubic hair.

When we arrived at the semi-private room, really just an alcove in the bar set off by a moveable screen, Gia placed Bethany on the chair of honor and then, without fanfare, began her routine. Penny and I stood back and watched. Gia first danced around the chair a little then quickly shimmed out of her skin tight black dress, revealing the red bra and thong we had seen earlier. She then straddled Bethany’s thighs and pressed her heavy breasts onto Bethany’s equally large chest.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked. Bethany grinned and nodded eagerly, her long black hair bouncing in the excitement. She took Bethany’s hand and placed it on the clasp on the back of her bra. Needing no encouragement, Bethany quickly undid the snap and helped Gia out of her bra, revealing her dark nipples to us all. Gia then began grinding her hips and crotch against Bethany’s pelvis. The two women began moving in unison, Bethany obviously enjoying the ride, but there was a definite bored look on Gia’s face. I regretted paying her as much as I did, but that thought was quickly forgotten when I felt my wife’s hand on my already hard cock. She was obviously enjoying the show as much as I and Bethany.

“Want more?” Gia asked. Bethany said yes, loudly and firmly. Smiling now, Gia led Bethany’s hand to the top of the crotch of her thong and hooked Bethany’s fingers over the material. “Pull,” she ordered and Bethany pulled down on the flimsy Ankara escort material exposing Gia’s shaved labia, pink and pouting with and excitement her face did not show. Dropping the material to the floor Bethany place her hand over Gia’s pussy for just a moment before the dancer pushed her probing fingers away. She then danced around Bethany for a few more minutes, rubbing her tits and ass alternated against Bethany’s arms, chest and face before finally straddling the guest of honor one last time and, simulating a particularly vigorous session of sex, rubbed her pussy up and down Bethany’s body until she came. With that, the dancer picked up her tiny costume and walked out of the alcove.

Bethany couldn’t stop smiling. “Shall we go back to my place?”

After leaving the club we piled back into my car. Penny and Bethany were laughing and holding hands. They made me drive while the got into the backseat together. No matter. I angled the rearview mirror down to watch the two of them as I drove back to Bethany’s apartment. I didn’t have to wait long for Penny to start the show. “I know you’ve been waiting for this,” she said to Bethany, reached up and pulled my friend’s face down to her lips. They kissed, tentatively at first perhaps because it was Bethany’s first time at kissing a woman, and then with growing eagerness, certainly spurred on by Gia’s performance and body.

I was frustrated because I was forced to keep my eyes on the road and actually drive while they were well on their way to having full blown sex without me. While I was distracted during a lane change, Bethany called out to me, “Here, John, take this,” and tapped me on the shoulder. Absently I reached over my shoulder and took her offering. I glanced down at the fabric in my hand and realized that she had just handed me Penny’s white lace panties. I hadn’t realized they were that far along.

“She has nimble fingers,” Penny moaned from the backseat.

I stopped breathing a moment and could hear the muffled slippery clicking of Bethany’s fingers inside Penny’s pussy.

“You might as have these as well,” Penny said. I turned around a brief moment and she tossed Bethany’s tiny panties in my face. I managed to pull them away and glance down at the two pairs of undergarments now sitting in my lap on top of my erection. Bethany, it seemed, as partial to purple silk thongs. In wonderment, I speculated if she had removed them herself or had Penny’s able assistance.

“We’re almost there,” I called to them as I rounded the last turn before Bethany’s building.

“I am there!” cried out Penny as she achieved her first orgasm under Bethany’s hand. My wife isn’t shy about sharing her orgasms with her partners and I’m sure Bethany was surprised and delighted to hear Penny’s gasps and watch her petite body shake uncontrollably under the powerful influence the little death.

“That was great,” Bethany gasped as she took her hand from between Penny’s thighs.

“Wait until it’s your turn,” Penny promised.

“We’re here!” I announced and jumped out of the car the moment I slammed it into park. I was eager to get upstairs and start fucking the two of them in earnest. Penny was slower to get out and it was only at Bethany’s insistence that she got out at all because she wanted to take on Bethany right there.

Bethany broke away from Penny’s eager kisses. “I’ve got something to show the two of you upstairs.”

“You can show me right here,” said Penny, tugging on Bethany’s shirt, trying to expose her tits.

She laughed at her new lover. “No, I can’t. You can see my tits down here, but I’ve got something even better upstairs.” Bethany pulled away and ran to her apartment door, her skirt riding up on her hips giving us just a tiny flash of her ass cheeks. Quickly we followed, eager to see what surprise lay in store for us. My cock was already hard, making it difficult to run and Penny’s enthusiasm for new sexual adventures brought us to the door at the same time. We pushed inside and saw Bethany running up the stairs to her second-floor apartment. Her skirt was completely over her hips now, the result of her quick dash up the stairs and I caught a glimpse of her dark pubic hair as she pushed the key into the lock and opened the front door.

“Come on,” she called to us and up the stairs we went chasing after her beautiful tail. We found her black blouse in the hallway on the way back to the bedroom and her matching black bra just outside the bedroom door which she had shut almost, but not quite, all the way. We pushed it open together, breathing heavily from both our anticipation of what was waiting for us and our race to pursue Bethany. She was standing at the foot of her bed, tall and regal, dressed now only in her tiny skirt that was bunched about her hips and her knee high suede boots. Her large breasts heaved up and down with her own heavy breathing, they were capped with light brown nipples that were now crinkled in the slightly cool air , her dark hair was loose Ankara escort bayan and mused from her dash up the stairs and subsequent stripping.

She was beautiful and I knew I wanted her and was certain my wife was of the same mind. But Bethany was not the most intriguing figure in her bedroom. That distinction went to Eric who was bound hand and foot to the four corners of their bed with a black mask over his eyes. He was striped naked and his cock was slightly erect in anticipation of some erotic delight that surely awaited him for his girlfriend had returned. Without doubt she had left him here in their bed while she was at the strip club with Penny and me, whether he had done so willingly or had been tricked or had been forced into this position of humiliation by the Amazon-like Bethany didn’t matter. She had obviously planned well for this night and this was part of her present to herself.

“Don’t say anything,” she warned us. “I didn’t tell him who I’d be bringing home. He’s also under orders not to speak until I give him permission, and he’s very obedient.” She smiled wickedly. Penny and I have our own favorite kinks, but a relationship of master and slave didn’t find itself into our sex play. Bethany shimmied out of her skirt and pulled off her boots. Even without the extra few inches from the heels she still stood over six feet tall. Eric was well-built but completely covered in dark curly hair over his chest and stomach. “Hi, honey,” she whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek. He smiled. “I brought you a present. I hope you like it.”

She motioned to Penny who walked over while keeping a careful eye on Eric. Bethany whispered in her ear and Penny eagerly nodded in agreement. With Bethany’s help Penny’s bright red skirt and white blouse were quickly removed. Bethany reached behind Penny and unhooked her bra with a seemingly practiced hand. Maybe she wasn’t such a novice at this, I thought. They kissed lightly on the lips and Bethany slipped her hand down into Penny’s cunt, possibly to warm her up, possibly just to tease my wife. I didn’t care which. I hung back and enjoyed the show.

“C’mon,” said Bethany softly, leading her to the bed. She motioned for Penny to get on the mattress at the top, near Eric’s head. She helped position Penny so that her cunt was hovering directly over Eric’s face, his mask was tightly strapped to his head so there would be no chance that it would slip out of place when she inevitably lowered her cunt to his mouth. It was obvious Eric had some idea of what was going on, I could both see and hear him sniffing the musky scent of my wife’s cunt. She looked down at the eager face between her legs and smiled at Bethany who had taken her own position straddling Eric’s hips. His cock had engorged to a full erection without any assistance from his girlfriend or my wife other than their implied presence.

“We’ll do this together,” Bethany instructed her. She took Eric’s cock in one hand, aiming it at her cunt, while placing her other hand on Penny’s shoulder so that they descended together onto the bound man. His cock slipped easily into Bethany’s waiting and apparently already slippery pussy. She gave a low groan of satisfaction as his short, thick cock pushed into her cunt. In contrast, Penny’s reaction to Eric’s tongue licking her swollen and dripping labia was a short, sharp intake of air, not quiet a gasp but not a deep breath either. Together the two girls reached out of each other to steady themselves and bring the other closer for more contact. They briefly kissed; I could see their tongues passing back and forth between their mouths. Penny moved her hand off of Bethany’s hip and cupped one of her enormous breasts, lightly pinching the nipple. Bethany backed off a little, smiling at my wife, bouncing up and down on her boyfriend’s cock.

“That’s nice,” she muttered. “Feels good to have cock inside of me. Do you like how he’s licking your cunt?”

“Uh-huh,” said Penny absently. She loves to have her cunt licked and will ignore almost every other bit of stimulation around her until she has that first orgasm caused by a talented tongue on her clit. Noticing she was drifting off, Bethany reached out and tweaked both of Penny’s nipples, hard, causing my wife to pop open her eyes in shock.

“Stay with me, girl,” she ordered.

“Trying,” Penny moaned. “His tongue is so good.”

“I know,” agreed Bethany pleasantly, her tits bobbing up and down as she worked her hips over her boyfriend’s bound body. “I plan to enjoy him too, soon. But I want you to watch me get fucked.”

“Okay,” agreed Penny easily enough. Put a tongue on her pussy and she’ll do just about anything and agree to the most bizarre requests. She leaned in and nuzzled Bethany’s neck, searching for another kiss. Bethany pushed her back and tweaked her tits again.

“Stop that,” Penny half complained.

“Why?” teased Bethany, sliding her hands over Penny’s pink nipples.

“Because you’re going to make me cum if you Escort Ankara don’t stop.”

“Is that so wrong?”

“I want to cum from his tongue,” she moaned and Bethany took another opportunity at twisting Penny’s tortured nipples. “Oooh,” she sighed softly. She likes to play like she’s tough, but Penny is more of a submissive than she likes to admit.

“Then cum,” suggested Bethany. That’s all the encouragement Penny needed. She looked down at the lapping tongue between her legs and then up into Bethany’s eyes, then her eyes and let out a howl of pleasure, her body shaking as the orgasm overtook her.

I was now more eager than ever to join in their fun and had stripped off my clothes in anticipation of fucking one or both women, but Bethany had other plans, plans that would make me wait longer. She started bouncing up and down on Eric’s cock with complete abandon. I was certain she was going to fly off his rigid member and then come crashing back down injuring the poor bastard, tied up as he was. But there was no real danger from that. He only lasted perhaps a minute before there was uncontrolled grunting from between my wife’s thighs where she still straddled him and his hips started bucking against Bethany. Her breathing went from labored enthusiasm to unbounded exhilaration and she too cried out as Eric’s orgasm, filling her cunt with semen, brought about her own climax.

It took both Bethany and Penny many long moments, holding each other as they calmed down from their orgasms, to be able to breathe and talk normally again.

“That was wonderful,” breathed Penny as she kissed Bethany’s neck.

“Are you ready for more?” asked her new lover.

“Uh-huh,” said Penny, pushing Bethany backwards off Eric whose cock slipped from her sopping cunt. Crawling away from his face, letting him breathe freely again, she kissed Bethany’s shoulder, then each tit, then started working her way down Bethany’s long, flat stomach toward her carefully shaped and tended bush. Even from my location across the room I could see Eric’s white spunk coloring Bethany’s bright pink labia. “I want to taste your pie,” she said as she reached Bethany’s navel.

“Then wait a moment,” Bethany said, pushing back Penny and rolling to her hands and knees. She dropped down to her elbows and thrust her ass in the air. For the first time since I had walked into the room she looked over at me and spoke. “C’mon, John, fuck me good and hard. If your wife wants to eat a cream pie, then let’s make sure it’s good and full.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement and quickly jumped onto the bed and slipped my erect cock into her sloppy pussy. There was absolutely no resistance as I felt her warm cunt surrounding my manhood, the path well greased by Eric’s cum. Knowing I wouldn’t last long and giving in to that failing, I pounded away at Bethany’s cunt as hard and fast as I could. She cried out each time I slammed into her. From the other side of the bed, next to the still bound body of Eric, my wife watching, smiling, reclining on her side, her hand between her legs, stirring the moisture Eric had left there.

It couldn’t have been more than a minute before I was done and expended the whole of my cum into Bethany’s already sopping pussy. She groaned in pleasure as I filled her with my seed that now mingled with Eric’s. Exhausted as I was after only a few moment’s exertion, all I wanted to do was force Bethany flat on the bed and lay on top of her, feeling my cock shrink within her cunt until it was forced out by the pressure of my cum. Penny had different ideas. Seeing I was about to force Bethany forward, she rolled over Eric’s bound body and pushed me aside.

“No, no,” she teased. “I want that cream pie warm and fresh.” She rolled Bethany onto her back and spread the leggy brunette’s legs. Neither Bethany or I had energy enough to protest. I resigned myself, happily, to laying at the end of the bed and watching my wife enthusiastically lap the combined semen from Bethany’s cunt.

She started with a series of long licks to get the small amount of the thick white fluid that had escaped Bethany’s deep hole. I noticed that Bethany, while not a slave to her razor, did take the time to trim her pubes into a nice wide triangle of brown hair and had removed all of the hair from her labia. After Penny was done with the initial cleaning, and Bethany and relaxed into a series of distant groans, she dove right in and literally sucked as much of the liquid from Bethany’s box as she could. The sensation must have been both unique and ticklish for Penny’s leggy lover giggled and squirmed in pleasure. Penny backed off a moment and licked her lips to make sure she wasn’t missing any of the musky cum we had deposited inside Bethany.

“Delicious,” she breathed and then lowered her lips to Bethany’s quim and started performing cunnilingus in earnest on her. Just watching the two of them was enough to make my cock hard again and in no time at all Bethany was clutching at the sheets and writhing in ecstasy. Penny had to wrap her arms around Bethany’s thighs in order to keep her still enough to complete her task and bring the statuesque woman to another orgasm. Bethany was so enraptured by her lover’s technique she had to squeeze her thighs around Penny’s head when her moment of crisis came.

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This story starts out with the obligatory description of us. We are a middle aged couple living the average American life. All things are good for us and we have a great life. Physical descriptions being a necessary component of an erotic story, I am tall, slender and 54 years old. My wife is 5’3″, 120 pounds, well toned, red head and gorgeous. While she is 48 years old, no one knows it. She recently was at the gym and a 20 something physical trainer did not believe she was 48. He said he thought, maybe, 30 years old. She’s in great shape, has a youthful appearance and is very limber as you will see.

We have a great sex life and fantasy is a large part of it, mostly on my part. She’d be just as happy to avoid fantasy, but she doesn’t deprive me of it. This story, however, is not fantasy. It happened in South Georgia on I-75 and we will never forget it.

The day started with a trip to Atlanta, a little more than 120 miles away. We had gone there to do some shopping and as the night came upon us, we stopped at a restaurant for dinner. The restaurant was in the southern part of town and had a mostly black clientele, but that only accented our night. One of my fantasies is to have a gang bang in a crowded restaurant, but there is a reason why that is a fantasy, it’s called arrest for public indecency. I made mention of that fantasy and my wife smiled and joked about it a little, with all the big, strong black males in the room. Several times she would reach under the tablecloth and stroke my cock through my pants, but not for long, as she would abruptly stop. Our dinner arrived and we enjoyed it, with the occasional tease about my fantasy or occasional groping of each other’s crotch. I paid the bill and we headed home.

No sooner had we gotten onto I-75 than my wife reached over and started caressing my cock. She whispered things in my ears, mostly about how thrilling it would be to have a big black cock in her tight little pussy. She said she knew I’d love to watch that. My cock was as large as it could get within the confines of my pants. She said “Oh, your little man needs some relief, doesn’t he?” She freed him by unzipping my pants and releasing him. We weren’t 10 miles down the road at this point.

“Oh, he’s big and hard now, but back in the restaurant, if he’d been a bad ass then, he’d have taken me on that table, then and there.” She engulfed my cock in her mouth and began to suck up and down on him. With every other thrust or so, she’d come off and say something like “Oh, you’d love to see my ass getting pounded, wouldn’t you?” or “Do you think those black guys back there ever had a tight, hot, redhead pussy?” Talking dirty to me is something she’s great at, but it’s always for me, not for her. I know that and I love it. She loves me and tries to keep me satisfied. For miles and miles, she kept up the terrific blowjob while giving me play by play commentary on various fantasies that we’ve enjoyed over the years.

One of our favorite activities has been having sex in the car as we drive around. We’ve enjoyed car sex at 70mph, 30 mph, in a parking lot and at the airport watching the planes land. So this was nothing new, but this night was far different than most. She is so limber that climbing into my lap is as easy as putting on pants for her.

Normally she can make me come in no time with her hot mouth, but this time she kept pressure on the base of my cock with her hand and wouldn’t let me cum, which was fine with me so long as she kept sucking. She took a break long enough to remove her clothes, a risky feature as she is always worried that someone will see inside the car. At 70mph down a dark Interstate highway, I’m not too worried, and on this night, neither was she. As she resumed sucking my cock, her beautiful ass was up in the air, which lets me play with both of her holes. She was dripping wet and my fingers easily entered Ümraniye Escort her tight little snatch. As I thrust my fingers into her hot hole, her sucking became even more enthusiastic. My cock was as hard as a rock as she bobbed up and down on it, though she continued to hold my cock by the base and keep enough pressure on it to keep me from cumming.

She suggested we get off the Interstate and get a room, as she didn’t want to wait for home. I was more than willing to do that so we got off the Interstate at McDonough, about 40 minutes south of Atlanta. She quickly threw on her pants and blouse, but no bra or panties, and she went in the hotel to check on the room as I waited. She told me to not bother zipping up until she had us a room. She came out a few minutes later and told me that there were no rooms for miles as there was a NASCAR race that weekend, which I had forgotten about. I directed the car back onto the I-75 and she disrobed again and proceeded to start sucking on my again erect cock. Between thrusts of her mouth on my cock, she mentioned that the hotel clerk was happy to see her, as her tits were erect and pointed, showing through her thin blouse. She commented that she knew he didn’t have a room available as she could have gotten anything out of him. I commented that she might could have gotten us his office if she had agreed to bring him in, but she said she had all the cock she needed and continued to engulf my cock into her hot mouth.

I began to slide a finger into her ass, which really invigorated her blowjob. I was intent on cumming and blowing a massive load into her mouth, but while she was moaning and carrying on, she maintained pressure of my cock base and wouldn’t let me cum. We were quite a sight for miles and miles, until we got to Forsyth, about 20 miles below McDonough, were we tried to get a room again. Same thing, she got dressed and went in, only to return with news that the “inn was full for the night” due to NASCAR. As she disrobed again, she mentioned that the clerk was a pretty little Hawaiian girl. She wore a t-shirt that said “Get Your Dream On In Hawaii.” My lovely wife, who only occasionally mentions pretty girls, was so turned on by the miles and miles of sucking my cock, she now was talking about having a girl join us sometime for a threesome. With each thrust down my cock, when she came up for air she’d say something wildly erotic. “You’d love to see a pretty girl with a strap-on taking me from behind as I was suck you, wouldn’t you?” or “One day I’m going to grind my pussy in a pretty redhead’s face just for you.”

I don’t know that my wife has ever been turned on that much before, but I was having the time of my life. At this point, it was a 80 mile blowjob that just kept giving and giving. I know it’s hard to imagine going that distance, but she kept her hand on the base of my cock at just the right strength to keep me from cumming, but the ecstasy was immense the whole time. We had only gone down to Macon when she again said she needed a hotel room now! We weren’t far from home, but she wanted a hotel room and I wasn’t about to argue with that. Again she threw on her clothes, but her tight tits were clearly visible through her blouse. I mentioned that to her, but she said she didn’t care, she’d even fuck the clerk if she could just get a room. In she went, out she came a few minutes later. This time she was laughing. She said “It’s the fucking Cherry Blossom Festival now! No rooms available anywhere in Macon. I even told the clerk that “I’d do anything for a room” and he said “I’d love to take you up on it, but I’ve even rented out the owner’s suite.” I couldn’t believe that my lovely bride was being this bold, but I didn’t doubt her for a second, she was HOT and ready to get physical. She said “You’re a luck boy, now I guess I gotta suck you all the way home.” She disrobed and Ümraniye Escort Bayan I threw the clothes in the back of car, telling her she’s not getting out of the car again. She gave me a wicked smile and went back down on my manhood. My cock was throbbing, wanting to explode but she continued to squeeze him just enough to keep him rock hard and bulging.

As we neared home, she said she couldn’t take it anymore and she moved over into my lap. I mentioned that she is limber, and boy is she. She’s petite, has a tight little body and she can get into some really tight positions. She straddled my lap and clung around my neck. As she lowered her sopping wet pussy onto my dick, she whispered “Don’t kill us.” Her tight little twat sunk onto my throbbing dick as she lowered her body all the way down, slowly. She then rose on her hips and sunk back down. As my cock was fully slick now, she sank farther and farther with each lift and drop. We were 10 miles from home and I wasn’t sure if she was going to let me cum in the car or wait until we got home.

Then the blue lights appeared. I looked at the speedometer and realized I was going too fucking slow even considering I was in the right hand lane. My cock was shriveling up quickly but she was telling me not to stop. She meant screwing her, to not stop screwing her, but I knew I had to stop. I pulled onto the shoulder as she said “what are we gonna do? My clothes are in the back.” In a flash, the officer was at the window, tapping on it with his flashlight. I rolled it down, hoping he’d see the predicament I was in and cut us a break. There sat my beautiful wife, completely naked, in my lap. He didn’t miss a beat, “Sir, do you realize that you were going 35 miles an hour on the Interstate?” I tried to explain how sorry I was, but that my wife and I were acting like teenagers and we would gladly go home if he’d forget this whole thing. He said, “Most couples get a hotel room.” I told him we’d tried to get one from McDonough all the way here, but with NASCAR and Cherry Blossom, none could be had. My wife just kept staring at the officer, never taking her eyes off of his. He, however, was using his eyes to size her up.

He said, “Ma’am, get in the front seat of my car, I’ll have to get some information from you.” She asked if she could get her clothes out of the back of the car, but he said she wouldn’t need any clothes for the interview, which I found odd, but the whole thing was odd and fascinating at the same time. He opened the door and she ran to the patrol car and got in. He told me, “Sir, pull up your pants and get in the back seat of my patrol car. Bring your wallet, as I’ll need your license.” I pleaded that this wasn’t really necessary but he just said for me to do as he told me.

As I got out of the car I sized up the officer. He was white, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, maybe 30 years old. He was muscular and obviously solid. He was not showing any expression on his face when I looked at him. He opened the car door and I got in the back seat.

The back seat of his car was just like every other patrol car. Vinyl seats, very spartan and a plexiglass cage to protect the officer. It was March and it was a cool evening, but thankfully the officer had the heat on and my wife wasn’t shivering as she sat there waiting for the questions. But there were no questions forthcoming. He climbed in his seat, leaned over and grabbed the back of her head, pulling his mouth to hers. He kissed her and she kissed him back. She wasn’t pulling away. I was thinking that she ought to resist somewhat, but she didn’t.

In about 10 seconds, with him holding the back of her head, her head disappeared into his lap. I heard his zipper go down and then I heard her slurping on his cock. No introductions, no small talk, nothing, just straight to giving head. She wiggled into her favorite position, Escort Ümraniye her ass up in the seat and her face down, but this time it was on the officer’s cock, not mine. He did the same thing I do, what most guys would do in that position, he reached over and started toying with her pussy and ass. I can see fingers disappearing into her holes from my vantage point, but I couldn’t see her sucking his cock without raising up, which I wasn’t inclined to do at that moment. Unlike when she was sucking me, she wasn’t talking, she was all business. I assumed that the officer would get an incredible blowjob and we’d be done, because he sure couldn’t do a report on this, could he?

Apparently she was doing the same trick on him that she does on me, because he wasn’t exploding as I thought. He fingers were busy going in and out of her holes, and she was moaning in ecstasy. After less than five minutes, she came up off of his dick and climbed over his console on top of him. He looked surprised but happy at the outcome. My cock was bursting at the seams at the sight, but I couldn’t bear to touch it as it was just too strange to be jacking off to my wife having sex with another man. Just like she did for me, she lowered her body onto his cock and began to ride up and down on him. I could hear her pussy slurping on his rod as she went up and down, almost hitting her head on the top of his car. About then I saw more blue lights behind us and thought “Oh shit, this is getting nuts.”

My door opened and a big, black officer asked me to get out. He put my hands behind my back and cuffed me. I didn’t say a word as there wasn’t much I could say. The black officer opened the front passenger door and put me in the seat, where I could see my lovely wife riding up and down on that officer’s cock. She was looking at me, smiling, almost laughing. She said, “Well, honey, this fantasy is really coming true. Hope you’re enjoying it, I’m doing it all for you.”

The officer said “Oh my god, I’m cumming. She’s a hot little piece of ass. Wait til you try her out.” I realized he wasn’t talking to me. She kind of sighed, which I knew meant that her tight little pussy had squeezed his cock out of that tight hole without getting an orgasm of her own. I’ve seen that look, but I also knows that it means she isn’t finished. The black officer opened the driver’s door and helped my wife out, where I saw cum running down her pretty legs. The back door opened and in went my wife and the black officer. The door had barely closed when he unzipped his fly, revealing a large cock. With no hesitation, she bent over and began sucking it. I didn’t know whether to watch or look away. On the one hand, it was fascinating and a fantasy come true, on the other hand, I never actually thought we’d carry this one out.

She was blowing the big black boner with gusto, although it barely fit in her mouth. It certainly stretched her cheeks out when she sucked on it, and he appeared to be enjoying the hell out of it, as I had many hundreds of times as well. After a few minutes of sucking, she abruptly stopped and crawled onto his lap, but she was facing me. His hands were massaging her tits as she stared at me. It was an absent minded sort of stare, the one that comes when she is working on an orgasm of her own. As she rode up and down on that black monster, I could tell she was approaching ecstasy. Her lovely pussy was being reamed by a big black cock in front of my eyes, her tits were being mauled, and her approaching orgasm was sure to rock her world.

Their timing was impeccable. He blew his load at the same instant she came. It happens to us sometimes, but not enough. They both were panting for air as the car was kind of stuffy by now. She wasn’t given much time to recover before they escorted us back to our car. No words were said and the two officers drove away, having never spoken to each other. We sat in the car for a minute and then I pulled back onto the road. In minutes we were home, not having said a word the whole time. I grabbed her and told her I loved her. She told me it was my lucky night, as she wasn’t finished. She tossed me a tube of KY and my night was getting even better.

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Perhaps calling it a “crisis” is overstatement. It’s hard to tell at the moment. But everything began at that mountain pool, on a hot summer day not long ago. Maybe, after reading this, you’ll tell me it began a whole lot earlier, and maybe you’d be right.

Roger was looking at me, a bit uncertain, his dark eyebrows furrowed. Although a nearby neighbor, I didn’t know him well enough to be able to read his expression with much accuracy. He looked puzzled, that much was sure, but I couldn’t tell whether his quandary was somehow connected to me or a sign of some other internal confusion on his part.

He didn’t have any clothes on and neither did I. His chest hair was wet, dark and matted against his skin, and the midday sun accentuated the fact that his nipples were erect. Probably from the cold pond water, but perhaps not. I got the feeling he wanted to say something but didn’t quite know how to begin.

After our plunge in the bracing mountain water just now, his penis had retracted, but his balls, hefty and manly, hung low with little beads of water still dripping off his hairy scrotum.

We’d only been here once before on a hike, a few weeks ago, a remote pond off a trail to Lone Mountain here in the Berkshires.

“Clay, so what exactly happened last time?” He gestured vaguely towards the flat granite rock ledge we were on, maybe ten feet up from the pond. I knew exactly what he was talking about.

“You mean your wet dream?” I arched my eyebrows, knowing where this was going.

He shook his head. “I think there was a little more going on than that. More I consider, the stranger it all seems. What happened, Clay?”

I shifted on my feet, a bit uncomfortable. “You really want to know?”

Our eyes met. This was going to be one of those “test of friendship” talks, something guys almost never enjoy, so different from our wives, who seem to manage their emotional lives with a lot more grace and efficiency.

“I do.”

I took a deep breath and looked away. “Let’s sit down, at least. The sun will warm us pretty good. We can talk.”

The smooth rock was indeed warm underfoot.

Warily he unrolled his towel, gave himself a quick wipe-down and arranged himself on it, sitting cross-legged, facing me. He had big, strong shoulders, lots of fur all over his rounded, taut belly. I liked how gracefully he moved that dripping, forty-year-old body, hardened from his work in the machine shop. Below the waist his skin was unearthly pale.

I sat down maybe three feet from him and our eyes met.

“That wet dream,” I began.

“That wet dream.” He stared back at me. “I haven’t had one of those in five years, Clay. Maybe ten? Common as corn when I was young but almost never now. Tell me what happened.”

“Well, we’d done our hike and skinny-dip thing, and you conked out here on this ledge afterward for a nap. I can’t tell exactly how your dream spooled out for you, but you spurted pretty good.”

Roger narrowed his eyebrows again. “All of that is true, Clay. As far as it goes. But I think you are leaving something out. I’m asking you to fill in the blanks.”

He didn’t look angry, but I knew he wasn’t going to let me off.

I looked away. “It’s complicated, Rog. Complicated.”

“Go ahead.” His voice was soft.

So I relayed to him again what happened, trying to get it all right. How we’d felt like a pair of daring teenagers again, doing the naked swim business out in the open since we hadn’t brought any swimsuits along on our excursion. How the water had felt good after our overheated hike, how we’d stoked ourselves out on the rock, this rock, to sun dry off before heading home. How he had fallen asleep, an afternoon nap after we’d chatted, and that I couldn’t help myself.

He peered into my face. “Couldn’t help yourself?”

I thought about it all, replayed it in my mind. You see, and I don’t really want to go into this at the moment for various reasons, I have this thing about sleeping cocks. Or cocks on sleeping guys rather. I have some difficulties letting things alone.

And there had been my neighborhood buddy Roger that day, naked, with a sweet-looking, soft penis lolling away on his thigh, breathing in deep sleep on this very ledge, outdoors, next to me, right by the pond.

If you’re the type who likes origin stories, I have written about this awkward little proclivity of mine, (Don’t) Let Sleeping Dicks Lie , it’s called. I’m certainly not the only one in the world with an obsession. Lots of people have highly focused interests in all variety of things, but it’s possible no one else has this particular eccentricity.

Anyway, Roger’s penis, a very handsome one at that, had been out there in the open and unattended, right next to me. So I did a little clandestine fondling, not a lot, and his penis got stiff and did the thing that penises are supposed to do, and he woke up and thought he had a wet dream, which was technically true, and here I had witnessed it, and he knew I had witnessed it, and he had been a little undone, a puddle of warm Ankara escort sperm on his belly that needed to be cleaned up, all of that.

I held my breath. “Sorry Rog, I couldn’t help myself. I touched you. Did a little stroking. Your prick looked so nice. I always sorta have a hard time resisting. It’s actually a handsome number you have there, you know, and I thought maybe a little release might be good. No harm, no foul.”

I paused, knowing how lame I sounded. But I also believe staying as close to the truth as possible is the proper thing to do with people, certainly friends, at least most of the time.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t right of me, will never happen again. One of those things.”

He looked at me.

“Forgive me?” I did feel strange. No one likes to violate the trust in friendships, ever, for any reason, and here I had gone and given in to an insistent urge of my own, unbidden and without permission.

He turned his head and looked off into the distance for the longest time.

Soft, rounded, green New England hills in the background, the sky blue, just a few clouds to the east. Pond surface was smooth, not even much in the way of bird or insect noises in the heat of the afternoon, just the lightest of breezes.

Silence. Always the worst sign of everything in humans, the quiet before the storm. Your wife not talking to you while she’s building up a good head of steam for an argument. Your boss pissed off at you for some dumb mistake at work, his mouth smashed shut in anger. Waiting for the thunderclap. All those times as a kid when you’d pulled some stunt that got discovered, and it was just a question of time before some adult unloaded on you. Punishment coming. An immense, forbidding silence.

While silence reigned, of course my mind went sprinting off in overdrive. I wanted forgiveness from Roger, didn’t want this to twist our friendship, new and slight as it was, but I also knew there was nothing more I could do about things at the moment. It was his call, that was it. I’d confessed. I was at his mercy.

So in the interval, I thought about me, my history and life so far. My sexuality has always been a bit confused, although perhaps it was less so earlier in my life, when almost everything was simpler.

I’d been married now for twenty years, mostly happily, since any time you have two folks together it is inevitable that not everything is perfect, and I never expected it to be so. Barb is a sweet soul, kind and tolerant, we are still a decent looking couple, even with middle-aged bodies and the wear and tear that aging and raising a family brings.

But then there are other things that intrude. I have never found it possible, or even advisable, to keep a shut-door policy on thoughts and fantasies. If the door is closed, they come in under the sill anyway, no helping that, and while many thoughts cannot, and shouldn’t, be indulged (like the periodic urge to strangle my boss), I have found it best to treat them in a neighborly fashion, and maybe they’ll just settle into a comfortable chair in your head, have a drink and merge into the background and not cause too much of a ruckus and try to rule your life or drive you nuts. Throw up a “Keep Out!” sign to thoughts and you are just asking for trouble. Live and let live, I say.

So here I am, married, kids grown, but still the loins stir themselves, testicles churning for a bit more activity than they get.

To put it at its most basic level, for the longest time in my life, when I see a sleeping cock, a penis on an unconscious man, strange desires surge through my system, and I have an unaccountable desire to interfere. “Help out,” as it were.

There, you have it. Can’t be dodged. I’m not gay, just have a thing for male genitalia. You may have heard of this sort of thing before. My wrinkle is just a bit different. Of course our little adventure here at the pond the other week, or my adventure anyway, couldn’t end simply, human dramas don’t wrap themselves up neatly. I hope you can bear with me.

Roger began to talk. Not so much to me as just out to the world, he wasn’t even looking in my direction. It had been long enough it took me by surprise. He didn’t say a single word about our little event and my owning up to what had happened.

He talked about his wife, Carrie. He went on at length. I knew roughly how they’d met and courted but got quite a bit more detail. He talked about their early, ardent days together, how often they had coupled, more details about their love life than I had ever expected to know, how things had slowed down with kids and middle-age of course, happened to everyone, and he had been hoping, when their youngest John finally left to live on his own last year, how Roger had hoped that might mean there would be more time for each other at home, maybe a bit more in the sex department. It sounded an awful lot like my own scene. He took a deep breath.

But the “more sex” part hadn’t happened, he said, despite some efforts on his part, and he had found Ankara escort bayan himself a bit restless and everything.

He looked over at me. He had an erection going, his penis lengthening along his thigh, the head a bit engorged. Maybe it was him talking about Carrie and their early years, he had been more graphic than I ever would have expected. I’d heard descriptions about the kinds of lovely things she’d done with his prick. But maybe something else was going on.

“That wet dream, Clay? It was nice. You know how long it had been since my last ejaculation?”

I didn’t want to speculate so just shrugged.

“Over two weeks! You managed to get half a month’s worth of sperm out of me.”

He shook his head. “It was one crazy dream.”

“Yeah,” I said cautiously, not sure where this was going. “I know mine can be totally strange. Those dreams sure can be downright bizarre.”

I halfway hoped he would tell me exactly what happened in his dream, but I didn’t dare ask.

He looked closely at me. “When I surfaced with the climax, Clay, I had a feeling, I wasn’t sure, but I thought you might have had something to do with it all.”

Okay. Here we are. We’d arrived at ground zero. I waited. His erection looked like it had grown a bit since I last looked.

“Forgive me, Roger?” I finally went.

He just looked at me, then turned and stared off into the distance again.

“What can I do to make things good?” I wasn’t pleading, I was more resigned I guess. Trying to do the right thing, make amends.

His reply took me by surprise. He turned and looked into my face.

“Would you do that again, Clay? While I’m awake this time?”

I swallowed hard. Last thing I expected.

My thoughts shifted instantly, from dread to elation.

Roger was sitting there, with a half-hardon, looking at me. Again I couldn’t read his expression, but I had not only just been delivered from awkwardness but gifted a supreme desire. I tried to keep my hands from shaking with excitement.

I stood up and arranged my towel out on the ledge, trying to be deliberate. I gestured Roger to lie down on my towel, and took my discarded shirt, rolled it up and put it under his head.

“So you can be comfortable.” Given what was about to happen, the understatement and triviality of the comment did not escape Roger’s attention.

He smiled at my efforts and took a look around the pond before settling himself on his back.

No one around, we were pretty sheltered. Even if anyone came down the trail to the pond, we were far enough from view to have some warning to cover up. But there was no question it added to the excitement. Outdoors. No clothes. An erection out in the open. Daring.

I slowed everything down, put all my senses on high alert. Sun warm on my back, handsome surroundings, outdoor mountain air. All was good.

And my buddy’s handsome body stoked out in front of me.

Barrel chest, lots of hair on it, just a little gray, even denser on his legs, which were all pale white making the dark hair stand out even more. A good, heavy groin thicket, old growth forest, his penis half hard, resting on his left leg.

A penis half hard.

I looked at it longingly, the shadows the early afternoon sun made on it. White shaft, slightly pinker head, those sweet balls underneath nestled in their furry cocoon. I rubbed my hands, knelt down next to him.

Roger had closed his eyes. I aimed to make this last as long as possible, but of course had no sense of his own arousal cycle, how he would react to my touch. It might be fast, he might want it fast. I would play it by ear.

I laughed at my internal phrasing. “Play it by feel” was a better way to put it, but maybe he’d contribute an audio track.

You get these dreams in life sometimes, and every once in awhile, if the dream isn’t too big, and you aren’t too greedy and fussy, it can all work out.

A nice half-erect cock in front of me, with permission to play. I quivered with anticipation but exerted extreme restraint.

I stroked his legs, the inside of his thighs, just below his navel. All around his groin, but not actually there. He was hypersensitive. His body tensed every time I touched him.

Five minutes of this, Roger laying back with his eyes closed, sun warm on my back, and his prick had gotten serious hard despite no contact. The kind of hard that makes a prick stand rigid. It was hovering like a miniature baseball bat about an inch above his lower abdomen, bobbing stiffly when my hands moved over him or he shifted position. I hadn’t even gotten to it yet.

Pleased so far, I still went slowly. I let my fingers drift to his balls, feeling underneath them, they had risen in their sac. They oscillated, one egg on either side of his shaft. The right one rose up a little higher than the left. His prick-head nodded as I noodled his nuts around.

My right fingers traced up along one side of his shaft, stopping before the top. Down the other side. Lightest of touches. Escort Ankara Breath escaped from Roger’s lips. He’d gone and wrapped his arms around his chest, giving himself a hug. Maybe something to do to keep his hands occupied, keep the tension under control.

My fingers finally sought the top of his penis, barely touching it, tracing the sharp edge of his prick-head.

His shaft was pale, but it made his cock-head look pink, almost purple, in comparison. It was meaty, smooth to my fingertips, dying for more.

The payload aperture would have to wait. Fingers of both hands along each side of the shaft now, slow up-and-down. His sperm tube was clearly outlined. I imagined the rush of semen that soon would be coursing through it. Wondered if I would get a good look at him going off, maybe feeling the pulses of sperm with my fingers when he gushed.

The tip showed just the barest sign of dampness, not a drop yet, but wet at the end. If I wanted to, I could have had him spurting in two minutes. But I didn’t want that.

I reached under his balls with one hand, slowly dragged fingers up through them and along his shaft until a fingertip touched his damp tip. Did it with the other hand. I got a slow, teasing cycle going, thrilled to watch his balls drop down after I had nudged them up.

Roger’s legs were stiff, his toes curled. The most wonderful noises were coming from his throat.

I used two hands now, stroking each side of his shaft, pausing at the ridge-line to massage his cock head, a thumb just under the tip.

His hips pushed back into me.

Then, too soon, off he went. The first spurt went to his navel, my hand just underneath his cock-head, the second spurt went further. His hips bucked with his contractions, and the sperm eruption was spectacular.

I kept stroking, knowing myself how nice it is to keep the stimulation going. I kept my soft but now semen-coated hands moving on him, slowing after his last spurt, until his body gave off signs that he’d had enough. I sat back, watched his cock shrink back into what passed as its normal self.

The head got smaller first, all wet and spent and rubbery, and the rest of his prick followed. I was struck by how quickly he deflated.

He was quite a sight.

I had fetched an impressive quantity of sperm out of him. Several puddles of it on his hairy belly, his navel cavity filled to overflowing. He looked beautiful.

He raised up his head and looked down at the mess. I wasn’t sure whether he would be weirded out or not.

He surveyed the scene, then turned to me.

“Thanks bud. I don’t think I have had anyone pay that much attention, that much nice attention, to my prick in ages.”

He wagged his sodden cock back and forth. “Felt good. Real good.”

I was relieved it went off so well. That I had been able to please him. And of course my own cock was now insistently hard, sticking out from my groin forest, defiant.

Roger looked at it. Then into my face.

“I ought to return the favor,” he said.

“You don’t need to.” I was worried about anything that might ruin this event, and although I was dying for my own release, the last thing I wanted to do was damage what might turn into a promising scene between us.

He shook his head. “You did me good. Least I can do is reciprocate. Although I might not be as skilled as you were.”

This was not an offer to refuse.

We traded spots. I laid out on my back, my penis pointing up at my face, already hard from my own excitement pleasuring him. He knelt next to me.

I like the sight of my penis erect. Hell, I like the sight of any penis erect. But if mine is erect it is because I am excited. And the route to enjoyment is open, and the anticipation itself intoxicating.

I had gotten so aroused I figured that almost no matter how Roger handled me, I was going to be quick.

I was right.

Maybe if I hadn’t kept my eyes open to see the whole thing play out, it might have taken a little longer.

Roger began by fondling my balls with one hand while pulling on my prick with the other.

Feeling the pressure of his fingers under my balls was wonderful. He did long, slow strokes along my shaft, traced a finger along my cock’s ridge-line. Maybe this was how he did himself?

I shuddered with this thought. Maybe I’d get to see him do himself sometime? I had no idea then how all of this was going to spin out.

He made a circle with the thumb of his right hand and his index finger, began to run this noose up and down my shaft, the sliding friction lovely. I spread my legs and he took the hint, rubbing my balls with his other hand.

As the sun beat down on our scene, I looked down at the spectacle. Roger was totally focused, and I looked at his damp, deflated cock, wagging between his legs, the one I had just satisfied.

My own was aching. Roger took a moment and smeared the fluid oozing out of my prick-head around. He didn’t stop stroking.

The pressure built up within me. My legs stiffened. I felt the urge inside to squeeze.

My anus clamped shut and I shot. The first pulse was explosive, the second even better. Five good spurts of sperm came hurtling out of my prick. Roger, bless him, didn’t stop, kept pulling until his fingers were drenched with semen, and my own cock stopped twitching.

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“I’m tired of this shit. If they’re not going to use my ideas, why do they keep asking for my help? It’s not like I have nothing better to do than to sit around waiting for them to pick me for their team. If I have to spend one more day kissing her ass and pretending like I care, I’m going to loose it! Dammit Ricky! You’re supposed to be listening! Drop the sock and let’s go for our run!”

I pulled on my black shorts and Nikes and leashed the dog for our nightly run. We didn’t go far but pounding out a couple of miles helps relieve stress after the long days at the office. Ricky waited patiently as I stretched my legs and watched the other joggers go by. With a quick pat to the head, we were off and heading towards the park a mile down the road.

I was sweating lightly as we rounded the corner into the park and picked up the looping trail around the perimeter. Jill was jogging about ten yards in front of me. Half the reason I started jogging was to watch Jill; her body was perfect and its bounce keeps me motivated to keep up so I can continue watching. Today, she’s wearing my favorite pair of black shorts, the loose ones that have a tendency to ride up in the back. Keeping pace, I watch as her shorts inch up and the rounded muscles of her ass started to peak out under the hem of her shorts. As if she Ataşehir Escort knows, she picks up the pace and I’m having to work to keep the view; it’s worth it though.

Sam lopes up next to me and smiles; she likes watching Jill’s ass as much as I do. What a pair, watching Sam’s breast bounce on my left and Jill’s ass ahead of me reminds me of how long it’s been since anyone’s shared my bed. I push the thought away and grin as Jill stops at the benches ahead of us and stretches, feet apart, fingers touching the ground, her head though her legs watching us run up and her ass high in the air. Even Ricky grins as she passes that ass, proudly displayed. We head around the final turn and Sam waves as we part company. Ricky and I head towards home.

Home sweet apartment! I sip a bottle of water and give the dog a new dish as I start peeling off clothes. My sweaty sports bra and shorts end up in a pile on my shoes after I flip on a soft jazz CD. I finish my water, standing in the kitchen in a black thong. Rehydrated, I step into the bathroom and slide the thin cotton over my hips and reach up to turn on the faucet. I tug the rubber band out of my hair and run my fingers through my blond locks, smoothing out the harsh pony tail.

The water’s perfect as I step into Ataşehir Escort Bayan the shower; I set the stream to pulse to help loosen up my muscles. I slowly lathered my hair with shampoo and leaned back against the shower wall, letting the water ease away my day as it coursed over my warm skin. After rinsing my hair, I started working a thick sponge with my favorite calming body wash.

I started with my neck, rubbing gently and worked over my shoulders. I ran the sponge over my breasts in small circles; I was surprised when my nipples hardened. I trailed the sponge over my stomach and across my hips, swaying in time to the soft jazz. Placing a foot onto the small shower bench, I worked the sponge down my leg and around my foot as the water pulsated against my breasts. Switching legs, I drag the sponge across my thigh and up into the cleft of my pussy. I rock against the sponge just a little before pushing it back to create soapy trails around my ass.

I had turned around and repositioned my foot on the opposite bench, spreading my ass to let the stream of water wash away the soap, when I dropped the sponge. Leaning down, reaching for the wayward sponge, angled my pussy toward the pulsing spray. I moaned and rocked forward, enjoying the hot water coursing over Escort Ataşehir my clit.

A little light headed from the run and the hot water, I quickly turned around to sit, allowing my head to clear. I leaned back against the shower wall and spread my legs, allowing the hot water to flow across my breasts and splash against my pussy. I placed my foot on the bench next to me, angling my hips up, toward the water, loving how my pussy throbbed in time with the water’s pulse.

I sat, leaning against the wall, playing with my breasts, and watching the water splash against me until I thought I might go mad; it felt so good but I couldn’t cum. I pulled my hand away from my aching nipple and pushed it inside my pussy. I removed the wet digit and started circling my ass, gasping as I slowly pushed it inside. I rocked my hips in time to Mindy’s sexy sax, pushing my finger a little deeper with every thrust. The angle of my arm prevented the water from hitting my pussy so I stroked my clit with my other hand, in tight, rigid, circles. I started panting, working my clit faster and pushing my finger deeper into my ass as I felt myself start to orgasm. I cried out, oh goddess, as I came, my finger deep in my ass and my other hand clutching my throbbing pussy.

It took a minute for me to recover. I slowly stood up and found the sponge, reapplying the body wash and smoothing away the cum from the inside of my thighs and the crack of my ass. I was smiling when I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I tied a towel around my wet hair and stepped into my silk robe. I don’t mind going to be a little wet…

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My name is not really Suzanne, but I’m going to go with it as I need to stay under the radar. Anyone who knows me well enough may start to figure out who I really am as time goes along, but that’s a chance I’ll just have to take.

What is true is that live in London, but it’s a big place and I should be OK with telling you that much. I work as a Beauty Therapist, I’m in my late 20’s, and my figure what is generally known as “petite” being just shy of 5 feet tall and am a size 6. I have what I consider perfectly sized breasts (ok – small) and play a lot of Squash so am nice and trim (I think).

So enough of this let’s get into why I feel the need to write all this down…

Where it all Started

About 6 months ago this guy walked into the salon where I work, booked in for a full body massage. He was with his girlfriend and the massage was a apparently a birthday present. I was hovering around the back of reception, waiting, when they checked in and seemed quite a happy looking couple, early thirties or so, and comfortable with each other, although not what I’d call “touchy-feely” in the way they stood together.

The woman asked how long it would take and when she found out it was just over an hour appointment, she pecked him on cheek, said she’d see him later, and headed out of the door – shopping clearly the priority for that afternoon.

He took a seat and was just reaching for a magazine when I called him through. He stood up and as I led him through to the treatment room and I noticed how tall he was this close up, and caught a brief waft of his aftershave. Nice, I think, he’s bothered to freshen up – I hate people who turn up sweaty and stale. He wasn’t particularly good looking, but was pleasant enough, and I warmed to him as he stood there looking lost. Clearly a first timer.

I was straight into business mode, letting him know what the massage involved (shoulders, back, arms, legs, torso), how long it would take, blah blah blah…you get the idea…but for some reason forgot to mention the towel discipline. The bit where I explain how we use the towel across the middle to protect his modesty, and my blushes. So telling him to get undressed and hop up on the table, I headed out to give him a moment to get ready.

I walked back into the room and – bless me – he’s lying face down on the massage table stark naked. I stood gaping for a moment and then, realising anyone passing by in the corridor could see in, quickly closed the door. He was lying with his face planted through the face hole at the top of the table and didn’t say anything or even move, so I wasn’t sure he’d noticed me come in, although he must have heard the door as I’d given it quite a shove to get it closed, pronto like.

I stepped over to the table and had a moment to take in the fact he clearly worked out – he was nothing short of ripped – with a very, very nice arse. I know exactly what I should have done then (grab a towel, cover him up, and be all professional again ), but I just didn’t. I don’t know what came over me, I’d seen him with his partner, and the rules about this sort of thing couldn’t be clearer, no hanky-panky in the treatment rooms. We don’t do “that kind” of massage and sackings and general unpleasantness will follow anyone breaking of the rules. But we all talked about it, and I knew Anadolu Yakası Escort the legends of the other therapists who had had some fun on company time, none of whom worked here anymore – ominous.

But like I said, something just came over me. I’ve been in a relationship with my partner for nearly two years, I get plenty of sex at home, and I never considered myself an “unfaithful” kind of person, let alone a floozy to take advantage of someone else’s guy. But that arse – it was just perfect.

I leaned over and quickly flicked the lock on the door before grabbing a bottle of oil and started warming it in my hands.

“You OK there?” I asked, voice just ever so slightly squeaky with nerves.

“Fine” came a voice from under the table, “am I OK like this?”

“Just – perfect”

I saw him relax slightly and thought – hey ho – to work.

I have no idea whether he was genuinely naive about not being naked for a regular massage, or whether he played me, but I stopped caring as soon as I walked to the head of the table and started working on his shoulders. Like I said, he was ripped and it was like trying to get the knots out of a slab of week old beef. This guy seriously worked out and I actually earned my keep, using a gallon of oil and thinking I might need to get help, my hands were really aching. He groaned appreciatively at all the right points, and by the time I’d worked all the way down his back and then back up his legs, it wasn’t only my hands that were sticky and wet – this guy was seriously affecting me, in a good way.

At this point the normal procedure is to lift the towel, the client turns over safely protected while I discretely turn my head away, just in case, and they settle down facing upwards ready for the next bit. Today I was looking at the most perfectly formed butt I’d had the pleasure to ever gaze on and I made a decision.

Pouring far more oil onto my hands than was strictly necessary, I placed both hands firmly onto his buttocks. It took all my self control not to whimper as I heard the deepest sigh come from under the head end of the table. Did he think this was just a normal part of the massage? OK – let’s make it so. I began to press and knead his tight buns, sliding firmly and then caressing lightly in turn. It was just so horny! I was starting to get a little breathless myself when I noticed his legs part ever so slightly – and my life changed forever.

As his legs parted I saw he had a great set of balls, shaved clean and perfectly formed. And below those, starting to make its way down the table, I could see his cock was starting to harden – pressed against the table – and getting bigger with every stroke of my hand across his butt. I consider myself a woman of the world, and thought I’d been with some decent guys, but this was in a different league. I watched in awe as it got longer, and thicker. I half heard an embarrassed apology and something about my hands being too good, but I just mumbled a quick “It’s fine, really” as I gazed on a 10 inch wonder of the world.

I slid my hands into the crack between his butt cheeks, pulling them apart and letting oil pour down over his arsehole, sack and onto this long, hard cock. I then followed the flow with my fingers, pressing onto his hole briefly before Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan cupping my hands over his balls, squeezing and gripping them hard enough to raise a real groan from under the table. My pussy was going crazy. I was beyond hot and wet, my breathing had reduced itself to a soft pant and I actually thought I might cum right there. Without noticing, I’d been rubbing myself on the padded edge of the table and was well onto the way to getting myself off. I was losing any semblance of control and I needed more.

Slowly, oh so slowly, I let his balls slide through my hands as I stretched down to the base of his cock. My nails grazed their way around his shaft and I felt the heat and hardness for the first time, tingles spreading through my fingertips as I took hold of the biggest erection I’d ever seen. A long soft moan came form under the table as I slid my grip along his length the to swollen head, raging and purple, already oozing pre-cum in a little sticky teardrop. My head began to swim and I had to remind myself to breath before I passed out from the sexual tension, it was just awesome. I had never felt so horny, and I was with a complete stranger, lying naked and gorgeous in my workplace.

All pretense stopped right there. He wanted to cum. I wanted him to cum. I needed to cum.

As I began to stroke the underside of his cock, I could he was getting a little uncomfortable. He was face down and his cock was lying along the table between his legs the wrong way. I reluctantly lifted my hands away and nudged his side.

“Flip over” I whispered.

I don’t know if he’d actually heard me, but he eased himself over and I saw his cock in all its rock hard glory. As he turned it sprang to life like a baseball bat, springing up to its natural place and waving like a flagpole as he settled onto his back. It was an independent thing. Rising up from his balls at an angle and hanging in the air, the bell shaped cock end hovering just a couple of inches above his belly button. My mouth was dry as I took a moment to admire the view.

I managed to look away for a brief moment and really look him in the eye for the first time. He was in control here and he damn well knew it. Behind a boyish half grin (which I thought had been shy and unassuming – what a mug) there was a confidence – earned from god knows how many encounters just like this one, I bet. He pointed at his cock,

“Do you mind just…?” he asked.

The bastard already knew the answer. He knew I was so far gone by now I would do pretty much anything he asked so long as it involved that gorgeous hard-on. And now I understood why some girls were more than happy to get fired over this kind of thing.

I responded with what my mother would have called “gusto”.

Smiling right back, I started to unbutton my work top. Popper by popper I worked down the blouse front and as I slipped it off my shoulders I glanced back down to his cock, and was rewarded with a healthy twitch in response. I lifted my vest top up over my head and thanked mother nature for giving me the small pert breasts that meant I could get away without a bra most days.

It was his turn to take a breath as he watched me reach for his cock, leaning low, and letting my hardening nipples brush the Escort Anadolu Yakası side of his chest. He reached up with his right hand and cupped by breast as I leaned towards his cock, my face just inches from the raging head and my hand circling his shaft. I stroked slowly at first, but quickly picked up the pace, squeezing and teasing in turns. Cupping his balls with the other hand I pulled and twisted while I wanked him, from the base to the underside of the head, then gripping and twisting that head, all the while feeling him squirming under my touch.

I was desperate to take him into my mouth, but he was so oily I’d have gagged (note to self – find a nice fruit flavored lube for next time – oh god, I’m already thinking about the next time). So this was a hand-job only session, which was fine by me as well, he felt so damned big and hard I was close to ecstasy just wanking him off.

I almost whimpered with disappointment when he stopped cupping my breast and teasing my nipple, moving his hand away, only to gasp in excitement as his hand slid up between my legs. His pressed up into the crotch of my trousers and I felt a gush of wetness as he grazed my clit. Heaven – he was happy to sort me out as well – and boy did I need it!

Keeping up the stroking with one hand, I reached around with the other and grabbed at my waistband, tugging my trousers and panties down in a series of inelegant shoves so they slipped halfway down my thighs, just far enough to expose my dripping pussy and let his hand delve deeply into my cunt.

Two fingers slipped easily up into me, curving straight round to find my G spot – damn, this guy was good – his thumb pressing against my own rock hard clit. Shit, this felt fabulous, and I wasn’t going to last long as he expertly finger fucked me in response to my own stroking of his cock. His breaths were getting short and he began to buck on the table under my grip, and then without any warning he blew. Great white streams of cum jetted out of his cock, coating my face and hair. My lips were slightly parted and one superbly aimed stream of spunk shot straight into my mouth, finally pushing me over the edge. As he came, he tensed so hard his fingers rammed up me, rigid as cocks themselves, and while my face and hair were being bathed in spunk I orgasmed like never before. My juices poured over his fingers and down my legs as my cunt spasmed in overdrive. Waves of pleasure surged up through my body and I’m sure I passed out for a moment as my head felt like it exploded in white light and I collapsed onto him on the table as my knees gave way.

Silence. For a moment it was pure silence, and then my senses started coming back to life.

The first thing I became aware of was him groaning quietly.

“Wow – that was fucking incredible”

His cock was starting to go limp and I eased myself up and away from him. Turning to see him smiling at me. I smiled back back, “Yup” was all I could manage right then. I took a deep breath and the waves of my own orgasm began to subside, and I felt fabulous. I’d just has one of the horniest, most satisfying, experiences of my life. A glance at the clock told me we’d only been at it for 20 minutes which surprised me, it felt like forever. We had plenty of time to get ourselves together, tidy up and appear respectable again before he headed out of the door at the end of the session.

There’s a full length dressing mirror by the door in the treatment room, and I caught a new image of myself. Naked as far as the trousers and knickers pushed around my thighs, hair dishevelled, with spunk dripping down my face.

And do you know what – I really liked what I saw.

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